My Motivations

Oct. 18
Following Victory

Swinging open the door of his hotel room, Lachlan held it open as Bella and Malachi entered the room together, and with a final glance down the hallways, Lachlan shut the door behind him and tossed his duffel bag into a corner of the room before flopping down into one of the armchairs. He rubs at the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh. “Look, I really am happy that the both of you came out here, but you really didn’t need to. This is something that I should handle myself. It would be a different story if this was happening in PWS, but it’s not.”

“Well, it kind of is,” Mal said, slightly raising his casted arm. “The witch isn’t contracted over in PWS, and yet she saw fit to rush the ring with her goon squad and bust my arm. If she thinks she can run back here and hide from us, she’s sorely mistaken.”

Lachlan gave his younger brother a withering stare. “Yeah, like you’re in any shape to do anything right now.”

Mal’s blue eyes stared daggers at Lachlan, but Bella stepped in between the two brothers. “He may not be, but I am. Look, before this happened, I was content to sit back and let you handle her, no matter how much I wanted to drag her around by her hair for what she did to Jack and Alanah’s home. But when she broke Mal’s arm, she signed her own death warrant.” She sat down in the chair opposite Lachlan, resting her elbows on her knees and folding her hands together. “Besides, she’s already shown that she’s not above playing dirty. She’s going to use every underhanded trick in her arsenal to mess with you. We just want to make sure that you’ve got someone watching your back, that’s all.”

He smiled at his sister-in-law, reaching over to pat her hand. “And I appreciate that, I really do. But I need to be the one to end this, once and for all. I’m going to make her regret the day she decided to mess with our family.”

Bella rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “Ugh, stubborn O’Connell men. I always thought you were the more reasonable one, but apparently the trait runs deep in your blood.”

Lach and Mal traded sly grins and fist bumps, before the three of them burst into laughter. “Let’s head out and grab a bite to eat,” Lach suggested. “No sense staying here and arguing in circles.”

Bella and Mal both nodded in agreement, and the three of them got up and exited the hotel room together.

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Sitting once again in a darkened room flooded with a red light, Lachlan Kane sat reclined on a metal folding chair. One leg resting over his knee with his hands laced together behind his head, he seemed to be the picture of easy relaxation. But one look into his piercing blue eyes told a completely different story. As they stared down the lens, the fire and fury behind them was almost tangible in the air as he lowered his hands and put his foot back down to the floor. Resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hands dangle between them, he smirked towards the camera as he began to speak, his lilting Irish brogue filling the room and echoing ever so slightly.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly the match I was gunning for, but I’ll take it nonetheless. After all, it’s not everyday you get a chance to become an inaugural champion. Unless your name is Dickie Watson, anyways.” Lachlan gave a cheeky wink to the camera. “I know I haven’t exactly been setting the wrestling world on fire as of late, so to find myself in a match like this is a little surprising to me. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely grateful that Ophelia Knight and Charlie Jones saw fit to put me into this match, and I do know that I’m on somewhat of a hot streak since signing to PWE, but I figured it might be some time before I was considered for a championship match. But I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I’m going to take this opportunity and run like hell with it. Because not only is it a chance to finally get my hands on that conniving, devious little hellspawn ironically named Angel, but a literal golden opportunity for me to finally secure my first solo title since arriving in the States.”

He rose up from the chair and paced in front of it a few steps. “So, let’s just run down the list of competitors in this little shindig, shall we?” He brought his hand up, raising a finger for each name he spoke. “Sapphire Delgado. El Landerson. Amber Payne. TJ Alexander. And the aforementioned pain in my ass, Angel. Six of us walking into that ring on November seventh, but only one will walk out with the glory and prestige of becoming the inaugural Victory champion. And I gotta say, the odds are looking good in my favour. After all, I have beaten two of the competitors in this match, and I have all the motivation in the world to beat the absolute holy hell out of another one. And, when you look at everyone’s track records, mine’s looking mighty good by comparison. Three wins under my belt since the first show, and not a single defeat. Believe me, I plan to keep that streak going at Annihilation while I pick up a shiny new title in the process. And if I just so happen to work out some of my recent frustrations on a certain someone in the process, so much the better.”

He gave a little shrug of his shoulders, while a devious grin appeared on his face. “So, since I have so clearly established that I have all the motivation in the world walking into this match, the question for the five of you now have to ask yourselves is this...how much do you value your careers? Your livelihood? Do you really think that you stand any chance when you’re going up against me on November seventh?” He shook his head slightly. “The answer is no. You really don’t. So if you want to be able to have any sort of longevity in this company - hell, in this industry - you should do the right thing and just walk away.” He held up a finger. “All except you, Miss Angel. I want you to walk down that ramp. I want you to step between those ropes. I want you to finally look me in the eye, stop playing all these pathetic little mind games. You wanted my attention so bad, and now you’ve got it in full. No more hiding, no more running. I’m finally going to get you where I want you...and in a street fight, no less. A perfect opportunity for me to end what you began. So...see you on the seventh. If you dare.”

With a final glare towards the camera and a slight snarl on his lips, Lachlan walked out of the frame as the scene faded away to black.