“We’ll be down in Spain for a week but you’ve got Vince’s number if you need to get in contact with us about anything.”
Victoria Jacobs cooed these words, almost as-if she was a mother as well as a fried. Monet simply smiled and nodded curtly.
“Get going already, you’ll miss your fight. You still have to pick-up the kids.” Monet added, and watched Victoria walk out the front door of the Jacob’s estate. Monet walked a few steps across the marble floor and sat at the edge of the landing of the grand entrance. Surveying what was only the beginning of an awe-inspiring McMansion, Monet could only sigh.
She and Chris Sheffield had more or less started in this business together at the same time as Vince Jacobs. Not only that but Monet had a hand in introducing Vince to Victoria…. And yet, as the future Jacobs became successful through the hard times, which also helped make them shockingly grounded outside of the spotlight… Monet Samuel and Chris Sheffield never really made it out of ’96 as a pair.
Though they did become the proud owners of a baby girl, at least, to remember their time together. And by they I mean Monet… as with the dissolution of the relationship, the man who many now knew as Alias drifted into the dark reaches of the world for a time. Monet was left to raise her daughter Izzy as a single mother. Though Monet hasn’t looked to blame Alias… not for a moment.
Not least because he and the Christopher Sheffield she once knew where very different people.
In becoming a referee within the Squared Circle, it gave Monet a chance to reconnect with the Original Pulp Hero. Let him know of the daughter he had inexplicably left behind when he had disappeared all those years ago, back in the days when Monet hadn’t yet even realized that she was pregnant. And Monet believed that reuniting this small family formed within the traveling circus of the Squared Circle… would finally give her life stability. Give her Izzy an anchor.
It was not to be, but thanks to tSC… Monet was able to establish a home, and with it the anchor she had hoped for, for Izzy.
But that was also not to be, as losing the house thanks to occurrences beyond her control left her and her daughter to crash on the couch of a couple of old friends. Though it wasn’t a couch in the literal sense as the Jacob’s had more then a few spare rooms… it was still the embarrassment behind the loss of control that dug at Monet.
Monet had sat up from the landing and made her way into the ornate kitchen, which was rarely ever used, where she poured herself a glass of red wine. She still had a few hours to relax before picking Izzy up from dance class. The wine within the glass seemed almost black in the spring light of the late afternoon.
Sliding out through the expansive living room area, and out into the back yard, Monet decided to sit poolside and dip her feet in the crystal blue water. Suddenly a chill went up Monet’s spine as an oddly familiar voice came from within the shadows at the side of the house.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” The voice said.
“Who…” Monet started, twisting her body at her waist as she did.
“An old friend.”
“I might not have many of those, but you’ll have to be more specific.” Monet was quick to return, pushing the raven black hair from her eyes.
“An old friend of Legions.”
“Legion?” Synapses fired in the back of Monet’s brain as she remembered the name from her father’s time in the business, how he used to talk about… this… Legion.
“You’re tired aren’t you?” Questioned the voice once again.
“Maybe.” Monet shrugged, kicking the water, she thought of looking for the source of this voice… but knew enough that the person would disappear, “And I’m sure you have a plan to fix that?”
“As long as you can still wrestle.”
“I haven’t wrestled inside a ring since 1994.” Monet’s eyes drifted to the middle distance. Remember her days as Freefall.
“Does that mean you’ve wrestled outside of one, since?”
Monet smiled to herself. This could be taken a number of ways. Well, there was that one guy she brought back home from the blind date who wasn’t her blind date… then again, their was also that stupid prick who tried to take her purse and ended up tasting her purse. “A woman does what she has to do.”
“And how did it feel?”
A quiet hung in the air.
“… Good. Great.”
“Good. Then… you are Legion.”
Legion, it must be a league though… what kind of fed? What kind of people?
“And what do I get in return?” Monet smiled to herself. It would be the last time she would do so, for a good while.
“You’ll get your daughter back.”
The conversation continued, rules where set and stakes were made… but Monet would hear none of it. Each word after those five specific ones really only pierced her at the heart. Blackening her heart, as they did.
