** MWE.com EXCLUSIVE FOOTAGE **

The footage picked up shortly after Millennium LXV had gone off of the air, a little caption appearing in the corner dated Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL, Wednesday, June 17th, 2020. As the images faded into view, it was clear this was located in Elsa McCarthy’s office, and the young General Manager of the green brand was busy going through paperwork after the finish of the last broadcast, likely with a few headaches after the happenings of the evening. She was sat behind her massive mahogany desk, and the widescreen TV in front of a leather couch was now switched off. Looking on, as always, was the beautiful oil painting Grace van Beek, keeping watch over her General Manager. There was a very polite knock at the door, and Elsa quickly browsed her diary, trying to note who she was expecting. A slight smile appeared on her face, and she stood as she beckoned her visitor to come in.

Elsa McCarthy:
Eloise, do come in.

Elsa adjusted her business suit, as Eloise K. LeBeau entered the room, looking stunning in a cream white number, complete with a respectful skirt and blazer. In her hands she carried a leather briefcase, which she gently placed upon the table.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Ms. McCarthy, a pleasure as always.

The pair shook hands, sanitizing afterwards to keep in with company practises, as Elsa requested her to sit. LeBeau did so, the stunning agent of her sibling Leia, and the person who this meeting clearly concerned, Anastasia Starling. Elsa smiled at Eloise, being polite and cordial, though the two clearly got along with each other due to their dealings in the past few months.

Elsa McCarthy:
Please, Eloise, call me Elsa. I’ve asked you enough times.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
I’m sorry, Elsa.

They shared a smile, as Eloise sighed, taking a few sealed documents from her bag, placing them on the table. Eloise seemed concerned, even a little upset, and the look on her face clearly concerned Elsa as she gazed over at her.

Elsa McCarthy:
I hope you are well. It’s been quite awhile since we last spoke.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Yes, too long. But you General Managers are becoming very hard to contact these days. With some, it even feels like I’m being ignored.

Elsa McCarthy:
I’m sure that is not the case, Eloise.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Well, we shall see, I suppose.

Elsa knew what she was talking about, with Eloise having to deal with a number of issues over on Riot, concerning her younger sister Leia, and the brutal happenings with Donovan Keane, Jay Gallagher and the notorious Asher Miles. It had seemed that she had been struggling to resolve these incidents with General Manager Vincent Moretti. But rather than get into that situation, Elsa got straight to the point, about a person whom she was concerned about as well as LeBeau.

Elsa McCarthy:
How… how is she? How is Anastazja?

LeBeau paused, looking down as she clicked her tongue several times. For the first time that Elsa could recall, Eloise looked nervous, and that clearly was unnerving for the General Manager.

Elsa McCarthy:
This is what you are here for? To discuss Ana’s return to the ring? We have a supershow coming in just over a week, and Millennium needs their champion. We’ve given her plenty of rest since… since Dark Web.

Elsa paused as she said this, knowing that what happened that night had a detrimental effect on Starling, and due to the mental torment that Anastasia had been put through due to the stipulation, she had been granted an extended leave of absence.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
She’s…

Elsa McCarthy:
Eloise?

Eloise blinked back a tear, before she carefully opened one of the envelopes, sitting it down on the desk.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
She prepared a statement. Some of which I will be reading out to you now, and the rest will be for your eyes only, and I have not looked at it myself. There is also a private note for yourself, and Miss van Beek.

McCarthy looked considerably confused, and a little nervous, as Eloise politely cleared her throat, and began to read her clients words.

I am finding this very difficult to write, but given the recent happenings within Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, and actions taken against both myself, and matters that are happening behind the scenes, I feel as if my hand has been forced.

I came here to find a fresh start, to help find myself when my career, mostly linked to the company my father owns, grew stagnant, and it is very well documented on what I was dealing with there. My original intention was to attempt to show why I believe I am one of the premier Junior Heavyweights in the industry. On that day that I was to sign my contract, after consulting with Yulia Kirilenko, I was set to sign a contract with Riot, the Orange Brand being my home as I aimed to prove my status within the industry. However, due to matters completely out of my control, I came to be aware of situations that would take too long to explain, and so I decided to join MWE’s longest running show, Millennium.

The reasons for me selecting this brand, and the mission I had set out for myself, were completed long ago. It was just something I required to do, not that it mattered to those that I did it for. But with the opportunity to shine on a different stage, and my own false belief that I had done what I was supposed to do, I elected to stay. I had grown to consider this company my home, there was fresh talent for me to test myself against, and new goals to reach. And in my own warped mind, I started to believe that I could, would and was happy here.

However, due to decisions made by upper management, and motions and movements I have seen, I have had to reconsider my stance and my position in this company. Due to these incidents, and given light of other events that have occurred recently in my personal life, ones that I will not mention publicly given the nature of them, I have elected to immediately activate Clause 15E from my contract.

Elsa McCarthy:
W-what?

Elsa stood in this moment, flabbergasted at what she heard as she turned a shade of pale.

Elsa McCarthy:
No… No, she can’t do that.

McCarthy shook her head, stunned beyond believe at what she was hearing, knowing full well what that contract stipulation meant.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
She has, and she will, Elsa.

Elsa McCarthy:
But… That means...

McCarthy looked heartbroken, but Eloise cut her off as she continued on.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
May I finish, please? I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m finding this hard enough to deal with myself, and Ana’s mind is set on this.

This clause, exclusive to my own contract, was something I had put in place in the off chance that the corruption the plagues this industry should ever grace these shores, and I feel that this virus, this disease that has been spreading across the sport has been injected directly into the veins of this company that I had grown to adore.

Through social media dismissal, a collection of clearly questionable signings that are linked elsewhere and the acquisition of behind the scenes staff who are clearly influenced by outside parties, along with an infiltration of security forces who were hired to both protect and observe the safety of the roster. This, along with rewarding those who have a complete disregard for the company, and management decisions, combined with very clear victimization of roster members, including myself, has tragically made me reconsider my position within this asylum.

This poison, I do not feel can be extracted from within a wrestling ring, and must be taken from the very source. This, this is not something that can be done here, so I will have to bid you farewell. For I can not do what needs to be done while here, nor can I bear what has been allowed, and what will continue to be allowed by the upper management thrives on the downfall of others. Please take this as my immediate resignation from Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, taken from the day that this letter is handed to General Manager McCarthy

Elsa McCarthy:
It’s was the Monster’s Ball, wasn’t it?

Eloise nodded her head, letting out a sigh. It was no word of lie that the stipulation, added to an already heavy fan selected stip like the Inferno, had been a massive, if not the key factor in Starling being absent from television. It was an addition that had baffled many fans, and many had seen the emotional state that it caused the once confident Starling to fall into.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Elsa, you know how much that affected her. You know as well as I that was her worst possible fear, bar her loved ones being hurt. You saw her when she went in, and you saw the state of her when she got out. You knew what she was going to be like. This was the worst thing that could have ever been done to her, and combined that with the near constant interference in her matches, and the backstage assaults that frankly nothing was done about, it isn’t too much of a surprise she has taken this route. She did nothing to provoke that stipulation, and it was clearly done in favour of Grimes, who was causing the trouble in the first place. I can’t believe that someone like Grimes was able to manipulate Miss van Beek, so I can only believe she had other motives. But those motives have lost her one of the most internationally recognised stars in the wrestling world.

Elsa McCarthy:
She can’t go… She’s Champion.

Elsa blurted out, almost desperately pleading with Eloise, who had likely already had these conversations with her client. Eloise didn’t say anything, instead, she opened the briefcase on the table, revealing the Cloud Gate Championship Belt within.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Did you really think she’d walk away with the belt? She has more respect than that.

Elsa paused, taking the belt from the case, and held it in her hands.

Elsa McCarthy:
I don’t want her to go.

She said, staring into the shining plates.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
I don’t either, I don’t. But her mind’s made up, and she’s...

Elsa cut her off again, looking clearly as upset as Eloise was due to the situation.

Elsa McCarthy:
Where is she?

Eloise K. LeBeau:
Don’t ask me that.

LeBeau was almost crying, her voice softening as she finished off her line, taking a sigh as she passed over two letters.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
She… she left you this note. It’s for your eyes only, and she left another one for Miss van Beek, though I worry for the content.

One of the notes, the one passed for Elsa, had the letters ‘SSE’ on them, which confused Elsa greatly. The other for Grace, had a more unsavoury term upon it, which could not be read again. Elsa looked up at Eloise, who had chosen to stand, looking towards the exit.

Elsa McCarthy:
I’m sorry things went the way they did.

Eloise K. LeBeau:
She is too, I know that much. And to add, she thought that you were one of the good ones. She spoke very fondly of you.

McCarthy forced a smile, pleased to hear these words, then gazed up at LeBeau once more.

Elsa McCarthy:
I suppose we won’t have these meetings for a while?

Eloise K. LeBeau:
You never know. I’m always on the lookout for new clients. Hopefully I can represent someone on your show again some day.

They nodded to one another, as Eloise exited the room, leaving Elsa to her own silence. She carefully then opened the letter addressed to her, and seconds after starting to read, her jaw dropped.

Elsa McCarthy:
Oh My God...

And with that, the footage faded.