Millennium CIX

There’s a feint noise of voices murmuring prior to the scene opening, just before a bright light showcases itself through the lens. Standing there is a photographer clearly doing his work, and just beyond the scope of his studied camera is the pair of Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh. The two are posed poetically beside one another, Qiyara in a little black dress with some sheerness in the midriff and Rhett handsome as ever in a black button up and slacks. The two exchange poses a few times with the photographer’s direction before we see him skirmish out of the way, Qiyara is seen going to grab her water bottle before staring at Rhett intently.

Qiyara Singh:
So Rhetty, tonight is the big night. Our official return to Millennium, are you nervous?

Her voice was low but even as she took a sip of her water through a straw.

Rhett laughed lightly and shook his head.

Rhett Adelson:
You know me, Yara, I’m always ready. Doesn’t matter what I’m up against or how much time I’ve taken off, I’m always ready to go. Wrestling? It’s like riding a bike.

A soft but delicate smile remained on her face as she listened to him speak.

Qiyara Singh:
I would think so, but you can never truly doubt what they call the Anitquated rust, yes?

A light giggle escaped her then.

Qiyara Singh:
But I agree, It is very exciting to pick this back up again, and against Fabulous of all teams. Truly one of the few teams I enjoy facing every single time.

He shrugged.

Rhett Adelson:
I dunno, I quite enjoyed any time we went up against Jay and Donnie. Probably because I like to punch them in the face!

He couldn’t help but laugh, as he was clearly joking.

Rhett Adelson:
But seriously, Fabulous is an amazing team and they always give us a run for our money. But they better not take us easy out there. It doesn’t matter if we have some ring rust, we’re still a premier tag team and we know each other far too well to go down lightly. Our teamwork is impenetrable.

Qiyara laughed at his facetious nature before nodding ideally at the serious tone.

Qiyara Singh:
I think anyone who takes us lightly is doomed for trouble regardless.

She nodded idly.

Qiyara Singh:
But. . . enough speak, yes? You've got to get into something more comfortable so we can go out there and take this.

She swiftly nods to him as she playfully walked by and slaps his butt. A clearly different approach to her normal overly serious tone.

Rhett grinned widely from the slap before shaking his head.

Rhett Adelson:
Well, you all heard the lady! It’s time to get ready for this match. Get outta here!

Rhett pushed the camera crew out of the locker room and the scene cut away.

We open backstage at the Jostens Center. There we find the duo of Summer Collins and Jessica Lasiewicz, collectively known as Fabulous, dressed in their matching tri-colored royal blue, white, and black cheerleader uniform wrestling gear with “Fabulous” printed on the front. Following closely behind is their so-called “marketing guru” The Most Loved Man On The Planet, The Emperor of Entrepreneurship, Captain Capitalism, Master Media Mogul, Saint Levi, Your Righteous Savior, The Titan of Twitter, The Sultan of Social Media, The Nova Wonder Killer, The Maharaja of Marketing, The Franciscan Friar of Flash…aka: Leviticus. Yes, he does have that many nicknames. He’s coming up with more every day! Levi is looking more wild than usual with his long black hair and long black beard, making him look at least somewhat resemble Rasputin from your history books. It happens to be the new wild look of Captain Capitalism that has Summer and Jessica in a heated debate.

Summer Collins:
It’s bad luck. He should cut his damn hair…including that ridiculous Ducky Dynasty beard…

Leviticus:
No! It’s my new image! I already have t-shirts and lunchboxes with my new image coming out!

Collins jerks roughly on his beard causing him to yelp.

Summer Collins:
It’s bad luck. We recently lost the GCW World Tag Team Championship. Tonight we begin our climb back to the MWE World Tag Team Championship and it begins with Adelson and Sing. We are not going to let your cursed hair and unbearable beard cost us tonight!

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Don’t be so damned superstitious, Summer. Don’t blame a curse on the fact that my cousin Ana and Skylar happened to beat us fair and square in the center of the ring.

Leviticus:
Yeah, what she said!

Lasiewicz slaps him in the face.

Leviticus:
Ouch!

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Shut up, Levi.

Summer Collins:
I’m just trying to make sure we’re good for tonight.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
We are not good…we are absolutely FABULOUS!

Collins smirks.

Summer Collins:
I see what you did there.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Trust me when I say that we are going to be just fine. Losing the tag team championship over in GCW was just a bump but in the road but it also fired me up. I had a short lived taste of that tag team gold and I want it again. It has been too long since we have held the MWE World Tag Team Title and I say that you and I run through every single tag team management puts in front us until we get those belts back. So tell me, Summer, how fired up are you?

Summer Collins:
I’m fired up. I’m ready.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Then let's go.

Jessica and Summer walk off. Leviticus rushes to catch up.

In the first match, we got introduced to the new commentary team for the green brand, Alena Holland and the former backstage correspondant Jennifer Carter. With Jenny's promotion to replace Ambra Monroe, MWE needed to find a new interviewer, and the choice fell on a young woman with a very peculiar look. The young woman, dressed in total black, was standing in the hallway, perhaps looking for a guest for her first interviewer. The wait was short as she spotted Luis Garcia quickly approaching her position Raising her hand, she called the former Academy student who stopped on his tracks and flashed a charming smile at the new interviewer.

Luis Garcia:
Why, hello there. I thought fans weren't allowed in this area, how did you even get in?

The young woman raised an eyebrow.

Luis Garcia:
Well, since you made it here, i might as well give you what you came here for... What is it? A selfie? An autograph? Both?

??:
Uhhh... Neither?

This time it was Luis' turn to look confused.

??
I'm not a fan, I actually work here... I'm Camille, Camille Bellamy and I'm the new backstage interviewer.

Luis Riverea:
Riiiiight! My bad, I heard they hired a new girl, but nobody told me she was this cute!

Camille Bellamy:
Flatterer.

She replied with a slight smile.

Camille Bellamy:
Anyway, would you help a cute girl make a good impression on her new boss and concede me an interview?

She batted her eyes, although she probably didn't need to in order to convince Rivera.

Luis Rivera:
It would be rude of me not to, and I'm a gentleman.

Camille Bellamy:
Great! So Luis, your facing the Cloud Gate champion tonight. It's a big opportunity for you.

Unimpressed, Luis shrugged his shoulders.

Luis Rivera:
I guess. Look, I'm gonna be honest here. I don't really care about the Cloud Gate.

Camille Bellamy:
But it's one of the most sought after prizes in the company, previously held by the likes of Tiffany Rollins, Faith Savell and former World Champions like Melissa Reeves and Lowri...

The former boxer raised his finger, interrupting her.

Luis Rivera:
There, you said the magic word. World Title.

Camille Bellamy:
Don't you think that's aiming a tad too high? No offense but you only recently graduated from the Academy, the World championship might be punching above your weight.

Rivera chuckled.

Luis Rivera:
Nice pun there. But I disagree, the MWE World championship is exactly what I should be competing for. yes, it's true I don't even have ten matches under my belt on the main roster, but I'm still undefeated. How many people can say that?

It looked like Camille was going to add something but she was cut off by the former boxer.

Luis Rivera:
Let's go back to my time in the Academy. It's been almost a year since then, and how many losses can you count on me? I'm telling you, zero.

Camille Bellamy:
That's impressive...

Luis Rivera:
And you haven't even hear all of it. You look smart, so I'm sure you already figured where I'm going with this. Ever since I was 8, ever since the first boxing match I had, i have never known defeat. Doesn't that make me World championship material?

Camille thought about it for a moment then replied.

Camille Bellamy:
I don't think your boxing record will help you with the case you're making here, especially if we consider...

Luis Rivera:
Oh no, we're not going there..

He stopped her before she could bring up the scandal that ended his previous career.

Luis Rivera:
Even without that, I still have the best record in this company. Perfect. Immaculate. You know what? After I beat Faizah tonight, I'm going to call my manager. I heard there might be one last spot in the tournament, and it should be mine.

Camille surely had other questions, but Luis didn't give her the opportunity to ask.

Camille Bellamy:
Hmm.. I guess my first interview could've gone a lot worse. Anyway, back to you guys.

One last smile at the camera and we fade to black.

Backstage here in Florida we find Karen Eldon proudly walking through the backstage with the Lockdown Championship over her shoulder. Wearing a gold blouse and black leather pants, to further show off her new championship ways. As she makes her way through the back, she makes sure to adjust her belt any time she walks past someone to further rub it in. As she makes a turn around the corner she bumps into Gabriel Landry who is on the phone with someone.

Gabriel Landry:
I’ll call you right back…

Gabriel hangs up the phone as Karen and him stand across from each other, the couple having recently had a lot of issues. Tensions are high at first but Karen tries to cut it in the worst way possible.

Karen Eldon:
Does this belt not look great with this top?

Gabriel sighs.

Gabriel Landry:
Still proud of how you won that, huh?

Karen seems annoyed at the question but tries to stay cordial.

Karen Eldon:
Why wouldn't I be? A win is a win. I told you! I wouldn't make you get involved.

Gabriel Landy:
And I appreciate that Karen... but you and Olly still screwed over one of my friends. You don’t like Bree. Not asking for the three of us to hang out. Calling her a loser. Denying her right to a rematch? Just plain wrong. No ins, ands, or butts about it.

Karen shakes her head and gets closer to him.

Karen Eldon:
Babe sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to win. Bree picked a gruesome match to try to destroy me in. And it didn't work. Because at the end of the day she IS a loser. And you don't need any other friends then me.

Karen now goes chest to chest with Gabriel who pulls back a bit.

Karen Eldon:
And when you go for a title? I will help you, by any means as well.

Gabriel takes one step away from Karen. He sighs.

Gabriel Landy:
This isn't working for me anymore, babe.

Before Karen can respond to what Gabriel blurted out, he continues before he loses his nerve.

Gabriel Landy:
We value different things. I've never been blind to that. I was naive enough to believe I could actually make an impact in your life. Clearly I failed. If I did affect you at all you would not have taken out Tiffany Lynn Page. You wouldn't be obsessed with reminding Duke with whatever you two shared. You wouldn't be on this campaign against a friend of mine, cheating her at every turn. I wake up every morning thinking that me being with you is condoning your actions. I can't Karen, sorry, I can't. As hard as this is for me, the right thing to do is to go our separate ways. You live your life the way you deem fit. So will I. Hope you find happiness. Just won't be with me. I'm sorry.

She looks back at him like he is joking.

Karen Eldon:
Are you…breaking up with me?

Karen looks like she might pop an eye out of her head as she glares back at Gabriel. He takes one huge deep breath before allowing the words to leave his lips.

Gabriel Landry:
... yes.

Karen takes a moment to process this, then just glares at him. Trying to center herelf before she angrily storms off in a huff.

MWE comes back from commercial break. Standing in the ring all by himself is Pierce Manning who for obvious reasons is greeted with a chorus of boos. Per usual he is wearing a tailor made three piece gray suit. The smug expression on his face can not be denied. Waiting a little while for the boos to die down, Pierce brings the microphone to his lips.

Pierce Manning:
Sorry to keep you waiting. Me and Megan have been busy enjoying the married life. Something you plebs out there would know nothing about. When you spend the best days of your life with a woman as amazing. Beautiful. As revolutionary as Megan Manning, what more is left right?

By the negative response from the crowd clearly they don’t agree with how amazing Megan Manning is. He rolls his eyes at the total disrespect shown to his wife. He takes a deep breath. Opts to push forward.

Pierce Manning:
“There is one thing that would make The Manning Empire undisputedly the best thing going in MWE if we aren’t already. The MWE World Championship. What a waste. Lowri Moss beat the unbeatable. Me or Megan could have done so to giving the opportunity. Management is still insistent on holding The Manning’s back. Anyway. Taking a break for mental health reasons? Lame. She got to the top of this company. Had the world in her hands and decided to run away? Ab-so-lutely pathetic. If management were smart, they would get on their knees, begging one of us to carry this company. That’s what we have been doing anyway. A just reward for our service if you ask me. Before management wisens up to the error of their ways, I have one thing to address. You Seth.

Now Pierce looks directly into the camera. To say he is fired up would be an understatement, he tunes out the crowd in the arena to focus on his former mentor.

Pierce Manning:
Glad you came to your senses. Sorta. This could have gotten a lot worse. You’re smart. You realized the longer this dragged out, the likelihood of us hurting everyone you care about was a high possibility. Shame you are still playing games. Only one of us can face you? Seriously? Still trying to drive a wedge between us? Why? Wait.. silly question. We know why. You are jealous of me... that’s why!
And I’m not talking about career accomplishments. You have me beat there. It dawned on me you are no different than everyone else. You see that I am married to the greatest woman who ever lived. It bothers you to the core I wake up next to Megan every single night. Before I came into the picture you were her mentor. All the time you spent together, in the back of your mind you wondered what it would be like to finally be with a woman of Megan’s stature. You’d take cold showers everyday reminding yourself you are not in Megan’s league. I came along. Our relationship has bothered you ever since. Did it break your heart when Megan turned on you Seth? Huh? Did it finally sink into your skull you aren’t man enough for her? The honorable thing to do would be to give us both what we want. But no, you want to break us up out of pure jealousy, we are not going to allow that to happen. If it has to be one of us. Then we choose... Megan! After the bullshit you pulled with Blyss, it is only fair. What better way to humiliate you old pal than by sharing the same ring one more time with a woman you will NEVER be good enough for.

After that statement the lights just dim and Pierce’s diatribe comes to an end for the moment. The beginning strums of ‘Unsainted’ start to play and in something that’s becoming more of the norm for this particular audience, the cheers come in. Soon enough Iser walks through the curtain wearing his own three piece suit, a black and blue variant, as well as a clipboard for a contract that was drawn up. A calmness radiates from the veteran as he walks up the stairs for the moment, a contrast from Pierce yelling and screaming earlier. He continues taking his time though as he’s content with making him wait just a little longer asking for the microphone and gesturing for the music to be cut off.

And rather than speak he just lets the crowd cheer him just a little longer…letting the moment in before he finally starts to go into business but something just dawns on him as his face contorts into…genuine confusion, a rarity…as if something just dawned on him with what he said.

Seth Iser:
Did you really just…imply I’m envious of you because of who you’re dating?

He just offers a shake of the head while actually looking a little grossed out by the accusation briefly. You then catch the gleam of a ring on his right hand that he shows a little more prominently.

Seth Iser:
Like what you like and all but hell no. I’ll just say I’m pretty damn happy with Rebecca thank you very much…

There’s a cheer when he namedrops alumni Rebecca Saint in that manner from the audience and again that smirk coming across his face when that happens knowing again he’s agitating Pierce just a little bit more with the vein on his forehead showing but Seth’s face contorts into something more serious as he tightens the grip on the contract in his left hand.

Seth Iser:
But onto business…and you both decided that Megan is the one who wants to face me? Without any debate or pushback from you, Pierce? What a disappointment you’ve become…

He mutters that line coldly, with both disappointment and malice as his face frowns. But now his own intensity is starting to pick up.

Seth Iser:
The moment you have a chance to work hard again to try to make a name for YOURSELF and you run away from consequences and the potential payoff yet again. The moment anything could become hard for yourself the last year almost…all you’ve done is run. And you had the audacity to call Lowri a coward when YOU couldn’t even handle taking a break properly and asked ME to file the paperwork for you when that happened? As talented as you are, why the hell would anyone give you anything when all you have proven is you’d just run away from it!?

There’s that gasp from the crowd as Iser is launching into his own retort as he raises his left hand now with the contract in hand.

Seth Iser:
You’ve…had it easy. Lowri didn’t partially because someone like me made sure she had to go through hell to earn her spot when we did wrestle. I sure as hell didn’t either. You know my damn story. I came into this industry on one good leg twenty god damn years ago carved out a path MY way! And it sickens me that someone like YOU who has opportunities showing themselves would be far more willing to pass that off just because the path of least resistance…is being Megan’s arm candy.

Pierce Manning:
Screw you, Seth.

Pierce puts the microphone down on the mat long enough to take off the suit jacket. He bends down to pick the microphone back up. Bringing the mic to his lips he fires back.

Pierce Manning:
No matter what I do I can't win! If I came and here and said I'll fight you, you son of a bitch, I would be labeled as the selfish one. Oh, Pierce is over stepping his bounds, what about Megan. Me simply supporting my wife makes me arm candy? Arm candy?! Are you fucking kidding me?!

The self proclaimed Man scoffs at the accusations he has been accused of since this whole thing began. He softly chuckles.

Pierce Manning:
I get it now! You're afraid Megan will prove to you how over the goddamn hill you truly arel That's why you want to pick a fight with me, right? It all makes sense. It's a shame, I never mistook you to be just like everyone else in that godforsaken locker room who has doubted me from the moment I arrived. Don't you know who I am..

He places the mic into his pants pocket long enough to completely rip off the button up shirt. The buttons litter all over the ring. He beats his chest a couple of times hard enough he leaves a reddish mark. Grabbing the mic again he screams.

Pierce Manning
I'M THE MAN DAMNIT!!!

It's clear the anger within Pierce has boiled over.

Pierce Manning:
I have always been The Man. No one in this company. No one in wrestling. No one in the history of time, past present and future measures up to me! You talk so glowingly of that quitter Lowri? She is the one who was handed everything here. From day one there was a bidding war between the brands. If she didn't like a match she ran to Elsa to remove her commitments, yet I was forced to put up with Billy Danielson waltzing into me and Megan's company, handed a Riot Championship opportunity without earning it. No, I wasn't handed anything. I actually had to claw my way to where I am today. And if it takes putting you down to FINALLY put some respect on my goddamn name... you're gonna regret awakening the beast"

Pierce slams the microphone down. He glares at Seth as though he wants to murder him. Seth’s eyes also seem to glare murderous intent. A couple of security guards start to head toward the ring but Seth isn’t even taking off his jacket. While agitated, he’s in control.

Seth Iser:
If you really think I’m like anyone else in the locker room…that’s your last mistake. I don’t speak in falsehoods, Manning. The fire you’ve spoken of that you had…hasn’t shown itself in a year and you accuse me of being over the hill? Hot air is what it is from you... But maybe there’s a small bit of hope yet…

The ring overloads with security now. Pierce is shoving the security who touch him while Iser hasn’t made an aggressive move this entire time. Finally though he tosses the clipboard with the contract in his left hand to Pierce who instinctively catches it.

Seth Iser:
You can continue to be arm candy…or you can find your inner wrestler again to try to prove what you said about me in the only way we know how. Your choice. There’s only one spot at our anniversary show, you know. And wouldn’t your inner wrestler really want that prestige? So ask yourself this once you calm yourself…do you want to take the easy way out one more time? Or are you going to fight to try to deal or perhaps even buck the consequences on one of the biggest shows this company will do? I can wait for that answer…I’m not sure you or Megan can.

With that, while Pierce again is trying to get at Iser, Seth just rolls out of the ring with a sly smirk etched on his face, straightening his tie. We can hear Pierce mouth the word ‘Coward’ in Iser’s direction for not opting for the physicality but the sly smirk just stays in place for him.

We cut to the backstage area of the Jostens Center. There we find “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams dressed in torn denim jeans, black boots, and a t-shirt that reads “Oktoberfest” on the front. She is carrying her HKW Bloodlust Championship, SCW Underground Championship, and ‘Datura Invented’ Unsanctioned Championship belts along with her. One unique thing about this scenario is that she is not alone. Walking side by side with her is a woman new to MWE; that woman is “The Dragon” Angelica Jones. Jones has not yet changed into her wrestling gear, she is wearing a black pencil skirt, black high heeled pumps, a black button up silk blouse, and a black woman’s suit coat blazer. Both of these women are scheduled for world title qualifiers tonight. But that’s not all that these two have in common. Angelica Jones also happens to be the mother of Kimberly Williams.

Kimberly Williams:
Y’know, mom, when you agreed to help manage my career over in SCW I never expected it to overflow into other companies I happen to be causing chaos in!

Angelica Jones:
This isn’t a problem is it?

Kim shakes her head.

Kimberly Williams:
Nah, of course not! You and I make a great team! We’re like Picard and Riker! Thanos and that weird sickly looking skeleton guy! Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman!

Angelica Jones:
I shudder to think who I am in that last pair…

Kimberly Williams:
Oh you’re definitely Hugh Jackman.

Angelica Jones:
Wonderful. But Kim, I want to make this clear, Supreme Championship Wrestling is where I am acting as your manager. But here I am a competitor, just like you. I have decided that my career will end on my terms and, quite frankly, I am not ready to hang up the wrestling boots. Sometimes that may cause us to have to clash, especially in the rare circumstances where we are opponents. We are both in this tournament thing with a world title promised to the winner.

The Dragon shrugs her shoulder.

Angelica Jones:
Quite honestly, I’m surprised to even be here. I literally just joined this company, I just came out of retirement and already I’m up into world title contention. I know certain people are a little jealous…

Kimberly Williams:
Pierce Manning.

Angelica nods her head.

Angelica Jones:
That’s one. But I never asked for this opportunity, at the same time I’m not going to turn away from it. I will do my absolute best to win. And Kim, if things work out properly, we may end up fighting each other for the world title. Are you ok with that?

Williams nods her head.

Kimberly Williams:
Of course! You should know by now that I’m not as obsessive over the world title as some of the other idiots here in this company and other promotions! Now one little trinket I would love to have is that chicago way championship! Maybe if I win the world title I’ll talk to ol’ Valkyrie and we can swap titles! Swap WITHOUT randomly dropping one of them in the ring! Know what I mean?

Jones laughs softly.

Angelica Jones:
Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Now come on, let’s get ready.

As usual the cameras find the twins and of course tag team champions together backstage. While only Aliyah is scheduled to compete tonight they are both in their usual matching gear, the colors and spangles quite bright as they animatedly speak, totally ignoring the camera. Finally Aliyah sighs and looks over at it.

Aliyah Greene:
This so rude, we out here having a conversation and here you are, what, the snacks not good in caterin’ do we need to talk to somebody help us out here.

The twin champions snicker as Aliyah moves to put her title belt around her waist, Annica’s is already in place and the gold makes them both shimmer brightly even more, if that’s possible. Aliyah is clearly feeling both spicy and saucy as she shakes her head.

Aliyah Greene:
Ain’t even a tag match tonight, goin’ down to the ring to face that ol’ Leia LeBeau. She gonna tell y’allll it’s Showtime like nah nah. Only show out there is how fast she gonna get GOT.

Annica Greene:
That’s gonna be entertainment!

The pair no look high five and shoo away the camera, going back to their conversation, which clearly seems to be revolving around the actual strategy that Aliyah may use against Leia in the upcoming match.

We see the ready area where “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams is pacing back and forth with anticipation for her match tonight against Megan Manning. A lot is riding on this match, a potential shot at a world title, which is important to Manning but not so much to the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match, who just cackles hysterically as she paces the floor. Kim is dressed in her black and red wrestling gear. She has all three of her death match championship belts with her. An infinity gauntlet wrapped in barbed wire is on her fist.

Kimberly Williams:
Kimberly Williams, the NEW MWE World Champion…

She throws her head back and laughs.

Kimberly Williams:
...and I thought MY jokes were bad. Do you want to know is an even bigger joke? The fact that people in this company still obsess over being world champion. Just take a look at the history of the MWE world championship. CCJ was world champion and he hade APE protecting his ass. Devin Hearst was world champion and he had a gang protecting him. Seth Iser was world champion and he had the Mannings protecting him. And little Miss Manning’s bitch boy Pierce actually has the nerve to gripe and complain about not being included in a tournament to crown a world champion that will no doubt be protected by another gang of loser monkey boys?

She stands straight up and salutes.

Kimberly Williams:
FOR THE DIVISION!

She starts laughing again.

Kimberly Williams:
How lame can you be? How cheesy and stupid can you be, huh? More importantly, why is it that I am the only one who can see how this MWE World Championship, its prestige, has been lowered and desecrated by the losers who have come before? In effect, the World Title has been mired and stained in chaos. As a lover of chaos, you would think that I would enjoy such a thing. But no, I don’t enjoy seeing the MWE World title stained in chaos because the fact is that it is living a lie. MWE still parades the world title as if it is prestigious, it is worth fighting for, but more importantly the MWE still wants to believe that its world championship is based upon rules. Yet more often than not it is held by someone who is willing to break every single rule under the sun to become champion and then keep it.

Williams smirks knowingly.

Kimberly Williams:
That’s why I have said and will continue to say that death match titles, like the Chicago Way Championship, is truly the most prestigious title here in MWE. Because it is seeped in chaos and that makes it fair but more importantly the Chicago Way Title does not try to pretend to be something it is not. It does not lie and tell you that it is a title based upon rules. It tells you from the very beginning that it is a title based upon chaos. I would much rather have a shot at that title than to have this opportunity to be world champion of MWE. Yet as fate would have it, I am fighting Megan Manning to potentially qualify for a world title match.

She shakes her head.

Kimberly Williams:
Make no mistake about it, ladies and germs, I do take pride in what I do. I will not lay down for Manning. I will not throw the match or get intentionally disqualified by disfiguring her pretty little face. I will not get myself thrown out by maiming her and sending her back to her hubby in several pieces. You can take my word for it, I will try to win…psycho’s honor! Besides, ruining the world title aspirations of the Mannings and giving them yet another reason to bitch and complain on social media will be fun!

Kimberly winks at the camera.

Kimberly Williams:
But make no mistake about it, if and WHEN I win…and if I advance and eventually become world champion, I will be a champion of chaos and I will be honest about it. But more importantly than that, I will be a champion not for the stuck up stooges in suits backstage. I will be a champion for the people, because God knows they haven’t had a proper people’s champion in a long ass time.

The Woman Scorned turns and walks off.

Backstage in her dressing room we find Sophie O’Brian stretching in preparation for her qualifying match against Billy Danielson. She has had opportunities at the world title before and came up short. She does not intend to let this one get by. Sophie is dressed in her dark green and black wrestling gear and green boots. Her long blonde hair hangs straight and unrestrained to past the shoulders. Her preparation is interrupted with a knocking at the door. Sophie rolls her eyes out of frustration.

Sophie O’Brian:
Go away. I’m busy.

Glory Braddock:
Too busy for your best friend?

Sophie recognizes that voice. She looks up and is pleasantly surprised to see her long time best friend Glory Braddock entering her dressing room. Glory is wearing a pink floral print mini dress featuring puffy short sleeves a straight neckline, and a flowy skirt. She is perched atop cream colored low heeled sandals. Her long blonde hair hangs straight and unrestrained to past the shoulders. Sophie stands up and approaches The British Bombshell. They embrace in a tight hug.

Sophie O’Brian:
I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.

Glory Braddock:
The show is in Florida. I live in Florida. So why not come and support my good friend in person?

O’Brian folds her arms over her chest and stares at Glory skeptically.

Sophie O’Brian:
You know what I mean, Gloria. This wasn’t in the plan.

Braddock nods her head.

Glory Braddock:
Plans change. Events happened that I don’t think anyone expected and that forced my hand.

Sophie O’Brian:
Should we discuss those plans now?

Glory Braddock:
Not right now. That can wait until after the show when we can talk with more privacy. Besides, you should not concern yourself with any of that right now. You have a match against Billy Danielson, a very important match that is MUST WIN for you. Do you understand?

Sophie nods her head.

Sophie O’Brian:
I understand. You can count on me, Gloria, I will do everything within my power to defeat Danielson, advance, and God willing become World Champion.

The British Bombshell chuckles softly.

Glory Braddock:
Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Chess is a strategic game of thinking multiple moves ahead but at the same time you can only make one move at a time. Tonight is your first move. Tonight is about moving past Billy. Then we can worry about everything else.