Post by Nova Sinclair on Nov 25, 2017 22:27:27 GMT -5
Sunday November 19th
CAMERA: OFF
Nova has set aside some time today to see just what each of the ladies involved in the Breakout Title Ladder match had to say this week- starting with the champion herself, Etsuko. She walks up to the same well-worn armchair that Declan and she had sat in just last week as he showed her the two moves he wanted to teach her. She sets her new laptop next to the television. Yeah, Declan had witness what happened to her last one. And while she had no problem purchasing a new one for herself, he insisted on replacing it for her. She quietly thinks that she needs to find a way to repay him for everything he has done and continues to do for her, but she will figure that out later.
She opens her laptop, heading to Etsuko’s video first. She is left a little stunned at not only how little she had to say about the match itself, but the fact she really had nothing to say about Nova. She roll her eyes and leans forward exiting out of the video.
Nova: And that woman calls herself the champion? I guess she’ll be no problem at all. Moving on!
Kenzi Grey. Sorry. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan. Nova isn’t entirely sure what to expect from her, but she has to prepare herself none-the-less. She focuses all of her attention on the computer screen, and the words that Kenzi is saying. It is no surprise she has a lot to say. Quite a lot, actually. She must really like to hear herself talk, because she just goes on and on. What Nova does find surprising, is just how hard her words hit her. How she listens to her say those things about her...speaking them directly TO her? She can’t help but realize Kenzi is right. Kenzi is absolutely right.
And she has to change that. She can’t allow Kenzi Grey to be right any longer. She listens to what she has to say about and to the others in this match, making mental notes as she needs them. Anything she can use against Kenzi, or the others, she needs to remember, because she refuse to be a disappointment in this match.
And after Kenzi, she moves on to the last one smart enough to speak her mind on their upcoming match. The woman she is more than familiar with and the one who she holds a victory over- Milisandre Crowthorne. It’s no secret the personal nature she has in this match given the tension between her and Kenzi in recent weeks. But that has all seem to come to a bit of a halt with Sarah being hurt.
As Nova watches the video and listens to Milisandre speak in that boring monotone voice of hers, Nova rolls her eyes.
Nova: Man...I suddenly feel so...tired…
She tries to fight it as her eyes suddenly begin to flutter and she can no longer focus on Milisandre’s voice. Her eyes close a few seconds later and she finally nods off, curled up in the chair. She’s not sure how long she’d been asleep for when she finally opens her eyes, but she sits up, cracks her neck and reaches for her phone.
Nova: Well that was the best cat nap I’ve ever had. Thanks Mili, for putting me to sleep!
Nova chuckles and takes a few minutes to check Twitter. After a few back and forth tweets to Declan, she stands up from the chair and makes her way through the house to find him.
A short while later, Nova comes up to Declan's barbecue room, an adapted solarium built for year-round grilling. The sight that greets her is simultaneously hilarious and adorable: Declan, in a full white apron and tall chef's hat, is working away at the grill, and singing along, poorly, to a cheerful song that seems to be in French.
Nova: I just learn more and more about you everyday.
She giggles and he stops singing, turning around to glance at her.
Nova: Oh, don’t stop singing. That is pretty entertaining if I do say so myself.
Declan blushes deeply, conjuring up a faux-angry expression.
Declan: I'm goo...nope, I can't even fake that.
Nova laughs again and walks up to him, glancing down to all of the goodies he is preparing on the grill.
Nova: You’re not that bad. Better than me, if I’m honest.
He grabs a plate, laden with a huge burger and homemade French fries, skin on, and places it before her. She stares at it for a few moments, eyes wide and shakes her head.
Nova: Ok, I don’t think even a five mile run is enough to avoid me putting on a few pounds after this. Not that I’m complaining, though, because that looks delicious.
Declan: You’re working hard, you earned it. Oh, and it’s wild boar, by the by.
Nova: Another first. I’ve never had wild boar before.
She takes the plate, walks to the table just a few feet away and takes a seat. Declan joins her with a plate of his own a few moments later. When she takes a bite of the burger, Declan stares at her for her reaction, which doesn’t disappoint.
Nova: And this is definitely the best burger I have ever tried. Brains, braun, and you can cook. You’re just the total package.
Declan just blushes, a bit shy when hearing praise.
Declan: Oh, I mean...I’m not...
Nova pauses for a moment, staring at him, bewildered. She folds her arms across her chest and arches an eyebrow.
Nova: What? You’re not what?
Declan: The total package. I mean, I could have more titles, I don’t have tons of muscles, I can’t sing…
Nova sighs and shakes her head.
Nova: Don’t. You’re not allowed to do that. I’m not going to let you sit there and spoil me every chance you possibly can, and try and talk yourself down like that. It’s not about what you supposedly don’t have, Declan. It’s about what you DO have.
Declan: I know it should be. Just...it’s hard to silence my parents’ voices in my head sometimes…
Nova: I know. I can’t even begin to try and imagine what you went through, but looking at you now? I’m pretty confident that you walked away from it a lot stronger than you seem to think you did.
She pauses for a moment, leans forward and takes his hand in hers.
Nova: You really are amazing. You’re kind. Patient- well, to me you’re patient. And you’re passionate about everything you say and do. Those are just a few reasons why...Why I love you.
He kisses her gently.
Declan: I love you too, Nova Sinclair.
He pauses for a moment, and a silence falls between them before Declan speaks up.
Declan: So...I get if you don't want to. And if not, that's totally fine. But it seems like you've had something new on your mind lately. Something you're not wanting to share.
She smiles and plays with the fries on her plate.
Nova: I have to admit, a part of me tried to fight it. I don’t know why, really. Maybe it’s because you came into my life so soon after Preston and I told myself I needed to be single for a while. Or maybe it’s because I was afraid to give myself a weakness while I’m still building my wrestling career. I don’t know, but I’m done fighting it. I can’t deny it.
Her expression fades for a moment, as Declan looks at her. She takes in a deep breath.
Nova: You’re more intuitive than I thought. But..it’s nothing. Well, probably nothing.
Declan: Go on.
She takes in a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to tell Declan what had happened during her run last week.
Nova: Ok, just don’t freak out. Last week when I went for my morning run before you woke up, I...I swear I saw Preston just as I was getting back.
Declan: Okay. I’m going to call security.
Nova: I told you not to freak out. He wasn’t there, Declan. I looked around, trying to find a way out of a situation I thought could be bad, but when I looked back, he wasn’t there.
She closes her eyes, lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her hair.
Nova: I think I’m just letting him get to my head. At a time that I shouldn’t even be, because if I’m freaking out about possibly seeing him, that could be the one thing that costs me everything in the ladder match next week.
Declan: I’m not freaking out. I’m protecting my assets.
Nova: He wasn’t there. You don’t need to call security and protect me, because I’m pretty sure he got the hint after LAW 72. He’s not stupid enough to test what you’re capable of like that.
Declan: Are you sure? You wouldn’t even see the guy, and it’s not like he’d kill Preston…
She nods and squeezes his hand.
Nova: I’m sure. Just don’t do anything yet until I’m sure. I promise I’ll tell you if I do see him.
Declan: Could you at least carry something on you? Just in case?
She leans back, her eyes narrowing a bit.
Nova: Carry something? Like what?
Declan: A taser.
She grins and lets out a slight laugh.
Nova: I guess I can do that. I was almost thinking you were going to ask me to carry a gun or something.
Declan: You're not trained with them. It would be putting you at risk.
His expression is utterly serious, not an ounce of humour. Nova shrugs it off, having at least expected that. But her expression saddens, staring at him almost apologetically.
Nova: I’m sorry. For all of this. None of this should be happening.
Declan: It's not your fault that your boyfriend is a massive dick, despite clearly having a small one.
She grins as she looks back at him.
Nova: Ex-boyfriend...My current one is quite the opposite.
Declan kisses her.
Declan: You're a gem, Nova Sinclair…
Nova: I try. Besides, I’ve learned alot from you, anyway. You’ve opened my world to things I didn’t even know possible.
Declan: Now, you finish your food, then it's back to work. Earn those ribs.
She smiles and grabs a fry from her plate.
Nova: Good idea. I think it’s time I focus on more important things anyway.
Declan: Yeah, like how hot Sarah Lacklan is, right?
Nova laughs and nearly chokes on her food.
Nova: I can’t believe you just said that…
Declan grins.
Declan: Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Like, average blonde girl with a serious royalty fetish, possible BDSM hangups, and a weird ass science fiction religion...God, how could you resist?
Nova grins, clearly catching on to his sarcasm. She takes another bite of her burger and finishes chewing before she speaks again.
Nova: Well, all sarcasm aside, I can’t help but feel sorry for Kenzi for what happened to Sarah. I mean, the whole situation is screwed up and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Except maybe Maria…
Declan goes into mock hysterics.
Declan: Oh, God, don’t say that! Don’t you know she’s going to make you sleep with the fishes?
Nova returns the favor and starts laughing herself.
Nova: Maybe I would even slightly believe that if she had anything to say recently. Miss Mafia Princess has been awfully quiet.
Declan: I've heard of omerta, but this is ridiculous!
Nova: Omerta?
Declan: Mafia code of silence. But yeah! The fishes! She's going to make Disney cast you as Ariel in the live action remake of The Little Mermaid!
Nova laughs again.
Nova: Is there anything you don’t know?
She grins and takes a drink of water.
Nova: But seriously. I wouldn’t mind that, actually. I love The Little Mermaid and I totally have the hair for the part.
Declan: That's the insidiousness of it! You'd be perfect! And then you'd have to do five sequels and never wrestle again! Clever Italians…
Nova: Your sense of humor never ceases to amaze me, Declan.
Declan: Well, you know, if you survive her nefarious plots to kill you, Sarah Lacklan’s secret plan to recruit you into Scientology, and a champion that apparently wants to focus her mental energy through deafening silence so she can kill you all with mind bullets...I think you’ll be okay.
Nova: I think Kenzi is the one who is a Scientologist, sweetie. Besides, we can’t forget Milisandre in all of this. She hates to be forgotten.
Declan: That’s just it! Lacklan’s using Kenzi and Milli to recruit you! Goddamn Tom Cruise!
Nova laughs again, feeling partially guilty at doing so considering Sarah Lacklan’s current state.
Nova: I don’t think Sarah is doing anything at the moment. She’s in a coma or something. I don’t really know. It’s all quite confusing.
Declan: Of course she is. She’s in a Cruise-induced super coma to build up her thetans to turn Kenzi into the Scientologist Incredible Hulk.
Nova shakes her head.
Nova: Well if that’s the case than I really have my work cut out for me.
Declan: Yeah. I dunno...maybe I can teach you to summon Xenu?
Nova: Whatever it takes to beat her, Mili, Maria and Etsuko.
She pushes away what’s left of her plate of food, having eaten more than she can handle before she grins at Declan.
Nova: Now...what is for dessert?
He kisses her nose.
Declan: Now? More workout. Later? I think I feel like coconut cream pie…
She frowns and pouts out her bottom lip.
Nova: I don’t think you caught where I was trying to go with that question…
Declan: Oh, I caught it. You’ll get that tonight. For now, mind on the ring.
Nova: You are such a spoil sport. But I guess I’ll be a good girl for now.
She grins and winks at him.They sit and talk for a little while longer, letting their food settle before heading back to the gym to further Nova’s training.
“I don’t think I’ve ever trained more for one match in my life than I have for this upcoming ladder match. And, if I’m being honest, if I didn’t have Declan in my life, I probably wouldn’t be training as much as I have been. He believes in my more than anyone else, and while he says all that matters is that if I believe in myself, I can’t help but be thankful for just how much he believes in me. How, despite everyone else doubting me, he has seen enough in me to know that I can win. That I deserve to win.
I have been trying so hard to get into the same mindset, but it has been easier said than done. For most of my life, if I’m honest. I had a better life than most. I never wanted for anything. My parents made sure of that, particularly my father. But despite all of that, I have never once presented myself as some brat with a silver spoon up my ass, or expecting everything to be handed to me on a silver platter. That has never been me. That will never be me, either.
I believe enough in my ability to get the job done, but do I believe enough to completely overshadow or shrug off the other three women- minus Maria Salvatore Spencer, because once again, that little bitch is the only one who doesn’t stand a chance. Deep down, maybe. But I’ll be damned if I let this confidence shine enough to where it is bordering arrogance. I respect my opponents too much to do that crap.
At least I thought I did.
It seems that everywhere I look, someone is making it a point to express just how much they think I shouldn’t be in this match. That I don’t deserve it. That I barged my way into the picture. Well, I’m officially sick of it. I can’t even look at Twitter these days without seeing all of the constant doubt and hate being thrown my way.
I need to let off some steam right now. If there is one thing that I know it’s that all of this crap on Twitter has made me more determined than ever to walk into Night of Glory with nothing and walk out as the new Breakout Champion.
I just have to climb a ladder faster than everyone else…”
November 21st
CAMERA: OFF
Everything was going fine. The day was rather quiet and uneventful, aside from more conditioning for her match, but leave it to Twitter to completely spoil Nova’s mood. You see, just this evening Miss Sinclair found herself keeping an eye on one of a certain media conglomorate’s “Twitterview’s”, as they liked to call them. You know an interview conducted solely on Twitter. Who was said interview with? Well, none other than one of Nova’s opponents at Night of Glory and #CoolKid, Milisandre Crowthorne.
Nova found it came as no surprise that one of the Cool Kids was taking part in said Twitterview, but she did her best to just shrug it off. After all, had Nova, or anyone else, been a part of the interview, they would not have been treated with the same faith as Circle TV seems to have in the Cool Kids. And at the moment, Nova wants no part of that.
So she read the tweets. She read every question that was asked and every answer Milisandre responded with, and Nova had finally had enough. The proof was in the text and Nova couldn’t stand it any longer.
“How do you feel about Kenzi Grey_Grey @mariaislaw and @shinebrightnova barging in on your opportunity? That has to upset you.”
The question made her blood boil. So much show, Nova immediately responded to the tweet herself, immediately shooting down the notion that she had barged her way into anything. After that, she left her phone on one of the chairs in the gym, and disappeared for a few minutes to do something. She had to find something.
It took her some time to find it, but when she did she had to be a little sneaky about it, as she didn’t want Declan to question her about what she was doing. Not right now. She knew all of this conditioning training the past couple of weeks was because he wanted her prepared for the chaos and, honestly, danger involved with this Ladder Match. She also had a feeling, even if Declan hadn’t outright said it, that the thought of her being a dangerous match like this possibly scared him a little bit. The fact that Nova could get hurt no doubt made him nervous.
But she was fast. Her speed is, perhaps, one of her strengths in any match and she could use it to her advantage in a match like this. She could do it. And she would. She just had to formulate a plan in her head. And that meant setting up a ladder in the gym, surrounded by protective padding of course, and visualizing.
After carrying the ladder as quietly through the house as she could, and back to the gym, she walks over and sets the ladder up where she needs to. It’s not ideal, and Declan would probably try and stop her if he were to walk in and check on her, but she wasn’t going back now. She takes a few steps back and closes her eyes. She takes in a deep breath and when she opens her eyes, she charges at the ladder, trying to quickly climb to the top.
She slips a few times, which frustrates her. Once she makes it to the top, she slams the palms of her hands down on the top of the ladder and shakes her head. She climbs back down, backs away a few steps again, and repeats the process. She slips again, but only once this time, and again, climbs back down. When she goes to repeat the process a third time, as she is lifting her head up to visualize the Breakout Championship hanging above her, she rushes at the ladder again. As she is charging up the ladder, her eyes glance towards the window for a split second and the sight of Preston standing at the window startles her enough that she slips again. Only this time, she falls off the ladder completely. Right on her butt.
She quickly looks up to the window again, her heart racing. But he’s not there, thankfully. She looks around at the other windows surrounding the gym, and again, no sign of Preston anywhere. She can finally breath a sigh of relief but as she turns her attention back to her current location, and what had just happened, she slams her hands on the protective padding repeatedly.
Nova: GOD DAMN IT!
She lets out one single frustrated screaming before hopping back to her feet, dusting herself off. She hadn’t hurt herself. Not this time. But she knows were the same thing to happen on Sunday, where there would be no protective padding to break her fall, she very well could suffer a broken tailbone. And she can’t let that happen.
But that isn’t going to stop her from continuing to prepare herself in this way. She has to keep going. She has to do everything she possibly can to get to that title first. Before everyone else.
No matter the risk.
“I don’t know how long I worked on running up and down that ladder that day. I went as long as I could, and it even turned out to be a great cardio workout, but I think I managed to get the hang of it. I even managed to keep the sight of the Breakout Championship in my head. Thinking about me getting to the top of the ladder and unclasping it, and the bell sounding at that very moment.
Slipping and falling off the ladder when I did was a big deal at that moment. Aside from maybe a bruised ego, I wasn’t hurt, thankfully. I felt stupid, immediately thinking about how I would have disappointed not only myself, but also Declan. Because had I been hurt, all of his training...all of his faith and belief in me would have been for nothing if I weren’t able to compete in this ladder match.
But I wasn’t hurt, and I am able to compete in this match. And I REFUSE to ever be a disappointment to myself, Declan, GoGo or Rainie. Or my mother and father, as he is watching down on me every single day.
I still haven’t told Declan about what I did that day, but I’m sure I will eventually. After that, Wednesday and Thursday was spent helping Declan prepare for Thanksgiving dinner and the company we would have. I couldn’t get myself to ask my mother and Jocelyn to join us, or even to deal with that situation at all at the moment, but I would worry about it after Night of Glory. I just couldn’t handle anymore drama before this match. Especially not when my mother and Declan would be meeting for the first time.
But drama has a way of finding me these days. No matter how much I wanted to avoid it all during my wrestling career, the complete opposite has seemed to be the case. And you know what? Most of it is because of those stupid #CoolKids!
I should have just avoided Twitter all together on Thanksgiving. I should have turned my phone off and just enjoyed my first Thanksgiving with Declan, Rainie and GoGo, and our new friend Dani, but I just couldn’t stop myself. And, of course, it blew up in my face.
And, several hours later, it all gave me an idea. A wonderfully spectacular, hilarious idea.
I have to be in Long Island on Saturday, as last minute promotional appearances for Night of Glory would be taking place, and there lies my opportunity. I just have to figure out a way to set the whole thing up, and has out the details, but I know Declan would help me with that.
In two days, the fans in Long Island are going to take part in a very special studio recording.
**evil grin**
November 25th
THE SPRINGER SHOW
A MAFIA PRINCESS, LESBIANS AND LADDERS
CAMERA: ON
The camera rolls to life in front of a live studio audience as an unidentified rock song plays throughout the studio. Everyone in attendance rises to their feet and cheers loudly. Several chairs are set up on the stage and a few moments later, a voice is heard over the loud speaker as the music dies down just a bit.
“Laaaaadies and gentleman, welcome to this very special LAW edition of The Springer Show as we prepare ourselves for Night of Glory IV. Please welcome your host for this evening…”
Audience: JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
“No, Jerry could not be here today, but we have someone even better! Everyone, please welcome...Noooooova Springer!”
Nova Springer?
A door on the side of the studio opens, and out walks Nova Sin...er, Springer. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she is wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses. She’s holding a microphone in one hand, and cue-cards in another as she makes her way through the aisles, shaking hands and smiling as those in attendance clap and cheer for her. Once she is in the center of the audience, the introductory music finally dies down and the camera zooms in on her.
Nova: Hello everyone! My name is Nova Springer and I will be your host this evening! I have a very special show lined up for you this evening, with some very, very special guests.
The audience claps for her, and some are even looking off to the side, giggling but overall enjoying this very special experience.
Nova: Now, everyone should be familiar with what to expect from the Springer Show by now, right?
The audience cheers.
Nova: And as such, we simply can not go without a wonderful and trustworthy security guard, as things have always been known to get quite out of hang. And I simply won’t tolerate such antics on my show this evening, so without further adieu. Everyone please welcome our security for this evening...Declan!
The camera zooms off to the side, indeed showing Nova’s current live-in boyfriend, Declan, dressed in a t-shirt reading “Security” on the front. He has his arms folded and just waves once to those in the audience, fully prepared to do his job for the evening. Nova smiles as the camera zooms back in on her and she looks at her first cue card.
Nova: Tomorrow night, the very next LAW pay-per-view extravaganza, Night of Glory IV, will be coming to you live from the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum right here in Long Island! Eight fantastic matches are lined up for you, but for most of the past few weeks only ONE has managed to stir up the most, if not ALL of the noise surrounding Night of Glory! And I’m sure you all know where I’m heading with this one.
People in the audience cheer as Nova looks around, a grin on her face.
Nova: No, I’m not talking about the Main Event where Amy Jo Smyth defends her title against Gabby Camacho or even the Chaos Championship match with Kate Steele going up against Roxy Cotton. No. I’m talking about the match that will most certainly steal the show. The match that everyone is talking about...the five-way Ladder Match for the Breakout Championship where yours truly will go up against our four special guests tonight!
Some cheer and boos follow, but Nova remains professional the entire time.
Nova: And I guess it’s time to get this show on the road! Let’s start off with the champion herself. The woman who has held the Breakout Championship for six months...everyone, please welcome Etsuko Mitzusaka!!
Music plays as all eyes turn to the backstage entrance. The music continues to play and everyone looks around confused as Etsuko doesn’t appear.
Nova: Etsuko! Etsuko Mitzusaka!
All eyes remain on the entrance, waiting for Etsuko to come out, but she is nowhere to be found. Nova holds onto her earbud, as if being told something from backstage.
Nova: I’m sorry ladies and gentleman I’ve just been informed that the Breakout Champion doesn’t find such an appearance as important enough to show up. How disappointing considering she has held and defended the title for...Wait. What?
Nova listens into her earbud once again, her eyes going wide.
Nova: She’s only defended ONCE?! In how long?!
The audience laughs as Nova takes in a deep breath and just scratches her head.
Nova: Well...alright then. Moving on!
Nova tosses the first cue card to the floor, moving on to the next one. She smiles and looks right into the camera.
Nova: Oooh..we simply can’t forget our next guest, can we?! She simply hates to be forgotten or, in her words, constantly overlooked. Well, as long as she’s friends with Kenzi Grey, she may as well get used to it, but we’ll discuss that more in just a moment. Everyone...please welcome...from the hashtag Cool Kids...Milisandre Crowthorne!
The introductory rock music hits again and all eyes fall to the backstage entrance. A few moments later “Milisandre”, or at least someone who looks like her, makes her way on to the stage, taking a seat in one of the chairs. She folds her arms and looks away, pouting profusely.
Nova: Welcome, Milisandre! Thank you so much for being here this evening!
“Milisandre” rolls her eyes.
“Milisandre”: Yeah. Whatever. I should, like, be your only guest because I’m the only one that matters. But, whatever.
The audience laughs, as does Nova, but she just waves “Milisandre” off.
Nova: Now, that’s not the attitude to have, Mili! As one of your opponents on Sunday, I was willing to put all of the hard feelings aside to invite you here today at all, so consider yourself lucky!
“Milisandre”: Like I said. It’s, like, whatever. I’m used to it.
Nova nods, but she quickly shrugs and passes off “Milisandre’s” poor attitude without a care.
Nova: Right! Anyway! So, tell me, Mili. Are you looking forward to our match on Sunday? I know I am! I’ve been preparing and conditioning for this for much of the last two weeks. What have you been up to?
“Milisandre” rolls her eyes again.
“Milisandre”: Oh, uh, you know. I’ve just been pouting. Like, almost every day. Because this match isn’t fair but, like, what does anyone else care, right?! I should, like, be the only one facing Etsuko, but everyone ignores me anyway. So, like, I just have to put up with it.
Nova frowns, pretending to feel sorry for “Milisandre.”
Nova: Aww, don’t worry, Mili. When I become the champion, I’ll be sure to give you a one-on-one shot at some point. When you stop crying anyway.
Nova, and the entire audience, laugh but “Milisandre” doesn’t find it funny. In fact, she gets angry. She shoves herself from out of her chair, glaring right at Nova in frustration.
“Milisandre”: You shouldn’t, like, even be in the match anyway! You, like, got so lucky against me!
She tries to lunge at Nova at attack her, but Security Declan rushes the stage and grabs her, holding her back. She throws a fit for a few more moments before Declan talks her back and she returns to her seat, reluctantly.
Nova: Yeah. Keep telling yourself that. Annnnywho...So I hear you got engaged! That’s so awesome! Congratulations!
“Milisandre”: Yeah, uh, thanks. I guess.
Nova arches an eyebrow.
Nova: You guess? That doesn’t sound like you’re too happy about such a joyous event in your life!
“Milisandre” shrugs.
“Milisandre”: Well, like, I guess I, uh, have to be. Bruce is, uh, great. Like, really awesome.
Nova looks around the audience as people chuckle and chatter quietly amongst themselves. A confused look appears on her face as she looks back to “Milisandre.”
Nova: That doesn’t sound too convincing. Oooh...wait. I know what this is about! Of course!
Nova snaps her fingers as a lightbulb goes off in her head.
Nova: Well, before we get to that, maybe we should go ahead and introduce our next guest.
Nova flips to the next cue-card, but as she does, italian music starts to play over the sound system and “Maria Salvatore-Spencer” rushes out onto the stage, her arms held out with a awkward attempt at an intimidating look on her face.
“Maria”: You want that Breakout Championship?! You gotta go through me first! FUHGETTABOUDIT!
Nova: Ugh. Please. You don’t even matter anymore, Maria. Who even let you in the building? Declan, get her out of here!
Declan heads up to the stage as “Maria” points directly at Nova.
“Maria”: I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SLEEP WIT DA FISHES!
Nova laughs and rolls her eyes as Declan grabs a hold of “Maria” and leads her offstage.
Nova: Uh huh, we’ll see you try, sweetie. Anyway! Moving on once again!
Nova waits for Security Declan to return to his place off to the side of the stage, while “Milisandre” remains quietly in her seat with her arms folded, pouting once again. Nova looks back to her cue card and she smiles excitedly and looks around the crowd.
Nova: Oh, you guys are in for a special treat now! We have royalty here! Well, sort of. I mean, she’s only kind of royalty because she married a Queen of some weird unknown land or something. Buuut...I guess that marriage wasn’t even legal because of some other crazy non-sense too confused to even explain drama. She’s the only member of the Cool Kids that really matters! Please welcome…Duchess Kenzi Grey-Lacklan!
An unidentified flying object beams down a green beam of light, from which “Kenzi Grey-Lacklan” appears moments later. “Milisandre” stands up and obnoxiously kicks her chair aside, looking to the audience. She offers to let one member of the audience join the Cool Kids, and a rather portly man accepts. He is immediately instructed to get on all fours, after which “Kenzi” draps a Cool Kids shirt on his back, using him as a makeshift loveseat.
Nova: Alright then. That was some entrance, Kenzi, but...please let that poor man return to his seat. We don’t treat people in such a way.
“Kenzi”: Don’t sweat it, baby! I’m Kenzi Grey-Lacklan! I do what I want, when I want with no regard to people’s feelings! Ain’t that right, Mili?!
“Kenzi” turns to look to “Milisandre.” “Milisandre” is refusing to make eye contact and just slowly nods her head.
“Milisandre”: Oh, uh, sure. Yeah. Absolutely. Like, it’s totally obvious, but it’s cool! I mean, you’re the only one that matters anyway!
“Kenzi” playfully shoves “Milisandre” and laughs.
“Kenzi”: See! She knows!
Nova: Uh huh. Sure.
Nova scratches her head and glances down to her cue cards again. She shakes her head and quickly gets back to the situation at hand.
Nova: So, Kenzi, let me start off by saying how truly sorry I am to hear about your wife! What happened to her was simply awful. I mean, I don’t even know how you can cope right now, let alone even think about competing in this match on Sunday!
“Kenzi”: I got over it pretty quickly! I’m totally clear! And it’s what Sarah would have wanted anyway! I thought about bringing her here today to support me!
Nova: I’m sorry, what? You...thought about bringing her? She’s catatonic, Kenzi!
“Kenzi” shrugs it off and laughs.
“Kenzi”: Ain’t no big deal! My baby always supported me no matter what! But don’t worry, I left her at home with the nurses.
Nova: Wise idea. Very wise. Anyway, speaking of Sarah. How will the fact that your friend Milisandre is in love with her factor into your performance in our match on Sunday? Surely there has to be some residual hard feelings, regardless of Sarah’s current state?
“Milisandre”: Like, what Kenzi wants, Kenzi always gets. Like, she should be at home taking care of the woman we love, while I win the title for the Cool Kids. But, no, she has to be in the spotlight. As, like, always. Whatever.
Nova: Oh..Well, that seems a bit…
Before Nova can finish her sentence, “Kenzi” turns to “Milisandre”, her jaw hitting the floor.
“Kenzi”: You told me you buried those feelings! Sarah is MINES! And that title will be MINES, too!
Nova holds up a finger, trying to interject into the growing tension between the two. “Milisandre” glares back at “Kenzi.”
“Milisandre”: Everything is, like, always yours! Isn’t it Kenzi! I, like, had to agree to marry Bruce because I didn’t get the chance to, like, tell Sarah how I felt and probably never will! Why can’t you just, like, back off from the title and let me...the sole contender...fight for it?!
Nova: Uh, ladies. Let’s take a step--
“Kenzi”: YOU DON’T MATTER, MILI! YOU NEVER HAVE! IT’S MINES! EVERYTHING IS MINES!
The situation finally spirals out of control as “Kenzi” and “Milisandre” attack one another and begin rolling around the stage, throwing fists and pulling hair. Security Declan rushes on to the stage, grabbing a hold of “Kenzi” and trying to pull her off of “Milisandre”, before other members of security have to get involved. “Milisandre” lets out a shriek as the crowd cheers as security tries to get the situation under control. When the camera turns back to focus Nova, she is now seated at the top of a ladder, with a replica of the Breakout Championship in her grasp.
Nova: And this, folks, is how it will all go down!
“Kenzi” and “Milisandre” take a brief pause from their fighting to turn and stare at Nova, holding what they believe to be the Breakout Championship. She grins to the both of them before they start kicking and screaming once again as Nova holds the title up proudly, looking directly into the camera.
Nova: That’s all the time we have for tonight, folks! Tune into Night of Glory IV tomorrow night as I climb the ladder and become the NEW Breakout Championship! And immediately following the show, I’ll be outside the studio signing autographs and taking pictures! Thank you for being here! Byeeeee!
Nova waves and then blows a kiss into the camera before it turns and focuses on “Kenzi” and “Milisandre” still being held back by security, and the scene fades away moments later.
“I couldn’t help myself. I mean, I just had to have a little fun at the Cool Kids’ expense, and I don’t know about anyone else, but I think it turned out pretty brilliant. The audience had a great time, and I had a great time. But I think the Cool Kids were a little sour, don’t you think?
I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll get quite an earful from Kenzi and Mili, because I’m probably not allowed to do such a thing as to mock them, right? I’m two-faced. I’m horrible. I’m mean. Blah, blah, blah. I’ll be in the wrong somehow, but guess what? I don’t care. If there is one thing I have figured out over the last few weeks with the back and forth with the Cool Kids it’s that I needed to develop a backbone.
And I did.
So let’s get down to it, shall we? Let’s get down to the nitty gritty and address all of my opponents for the last time before we square off in the ring tomorrow night at Night of Glory. Damn, what a long few weeks it has been, but I’m happy as hell that the wait is finally almost over. I’m sure the rest of the ladies are, too.
Let’s start off with perhaps the only non-factor in this match. The only person who truly doesn’t matter, especially now, because she hasn’t even had the decency to run that mouth of hers at all over the last few weeks. Maria Salvatore-Spencer, I’m talking to you. I know you’re out there watching, but whether or not you have the lady balls to actually spew some of that undeserved confidence before tomorrow night is completely up to you.
You know, up until just a few days ago, all I was worried about was getting my hands on you and finally getting some payback, but you know what I realized? You just...don’t matter. Not now. Not ever. You like to think that you do, because you’re some wanna-be Mafia badass, but deep down? You’re nothing but a coward. You’re irrelevant and I think everyone knows that you don’t stand a single chance at becoming the Breakout Champion. You’ll be out of the equation faster than you can say FUHGETABOUDIT! I’m no longer driven by wanting revenge, Maria. I have bigger and more important things to worry about, and you just aren’t one of them.
And then we have the champion herself, Etsuko. Now, normally I would save the champion for last, because typically they’re the best, right? They’re they most important? Well, sorry, Etsuko, but apparently you aren’t either. You may be the champion, for now, but I think it’s pretty obvious that your lack of taking this match, or your entire reign seriously, is proof enough that your reign is coming to an end tomorrow night.
Maybe it wasn’t your fault. Maybe you would have had more defenses than you have. I don’t know. I’ve only been around a few months, but honey, if your a champion, you gotta make some noise! Do something..anything! Hype that title, honey! Be a damn champion. Don’t give everyone all of this ammo to use against you. Maybe you have it in you to be a real champion one day, but I guess that day just isn’t today, Etsuko. There are only three of us making noise going into this match, drawing people to pay attention to our ladder match on Sunday, and you ain’t one of them.
But you are, Milisandre. You’re actually not being overlooked for once! How does that feel?! Oh, wait, you probably still think you’re overlooked, right? Because no matter what, you’re always being overlooked. Boo-freaking-hoo, Mili. God, get over your woe is me pity party and stop giving a damn, because I have to say, it’s all getting old. And quite annoying.
That is the reason no one wants to pay attention to you, Mili. That is why no one takes you seriously. Because you’re a freaking crybaby and you talk like you’re still in high school! Let me make one thing clear, Milisandre. Allow me to be honest with you, and take from it what you will. If you had been overlooked, at all, you wouldn’t even be in this match, period!
You have the audacity to say that I lucked out in being included in this match? Because I beat you once, that is the only reason I’m in this match? Get over yourself, seriously! I’m in this match for the same reason you are. Because I’ve made a big enough impact that they thought I deserved it just as much as you or Kenzi! Screw Maria, I think we all can agree she doesn’t deserve to be in this match, so just drop the I lucked out crap, because it ain’t true.
And do me a favor, don’t try and use my personal life against me in this one, because unlike you, my personal life does not intertwine with my wrestling career in LAW. You’re the one who is in love with your best friend who may or may not be married to Kenzi Grey, but now engaged to Sarah’s bodyguard and who knows what other freaking drama the Cool Kids bring to LAW from outside the ring! Seriously, who I love outside of LAW isn’t harming you, so just shut the hell up about it.
I’m not some “side chick”, Mili. If there were the case, that would mean that the others don’t know about me, which FYI, they DO know about me, and they’re all amazing. But, go ahead. Refer to me as side chick followed by some random fifteen digit number because you’re just not creative enough to come up with a better insult. I knew I would have to defend my lifestyle when I got involved with Declan, so honey, come up with something better. At least I don’t have to worry about settling for second best, unlike you.
Oh...but that’s right. You supposedly developed feelings for Bruce first. As if that makes it better that you fell in love with Sarah AFTER the fact of being in love with Bruce, right? That doesn’t say much about him. But it says a hell of a lot about you and how stupid and pathetic you really are.
But...enough about all that. Enough about Milisandre, because she gives me a headache and, literally, puts me to sleep when she talks. Let’s move on to you, Kenzi. You will no doubt be my biggest challenge. That much I can admit, but don’t think for one second that you’re going to win the title because you deserve it more than anyone else. Because you’ve been through the most. Because you’ve been around the longest. I don’t care why you THINK you deserve it, because none of that matters. It all boils down to who is better in the moment it matters the most.
And it won’t be you.
Allow me to show you the same respect I showed Mili just a moment ago, Kenzi. I listened to what you had to say about me in your promo last week. I listened to every word and to be quite honest, you were right. In that moment, you were right about one thing you said. One minute I said I wasn’t ready to be a contender for this title, and after being given this opportunity I felt ready for it. Then what happened? I said, win or lose, it wouldn’t matter as long as Maria didn’t win it.
Confusing, isn’t it? You bet it is, but that’s because I didn’t know until just recently how bad I wanted this. How ready I really am to fight for this title and BE a champion. And do you know what, Kenzi? I have you to thank for that! Yes, you. And, maybe Mili a little bit, but let’s be honest, it’s all about you anyway.
I know how bad you want this, Kenzi. I know how hard you’ve fought for as long as you’ve been in LAW, because I’ve heard about it and I’ve seen it recently as well, but what have you been doing these last few weeks, Kenzi? How have you been preparing for this ladder match? Really focusing on that title?
Oh, right...you really haven’t been. Because your maybe-wife is in a coma or something and you have that as one big distraction in your life. I feel for you, Kenzi. I really do. I’ve seen how much you supposedly loved Sarah, and what happened to her was just...awful. But I also see how the situation with her condition, and the underlying fact that Milisandre is in love with her and the fact that both of you want the Breakout Championship for yourselves...well, those are some pretty big disadvantages for the both of you. Weaknesses.
Me? I got nothing. My head is CLEAR, Kenzi. And I’m not even a scientologist. I’ve never been more ready for any match in my entire life. I’ve never been more determined to be a champion in my life, and that doesn’t bode well for you.
Or Mili, Etsuko, or Maria. The odds may be stacked against me, but I have a habit of defying expectations and coming out on top! And at Night of Glory IV, that is just what I intend to do when I climb that ladder, and take the Breakout Championship for myself!
And there is NOTHING any of you can do to stop me! I’ll see you all tomorrow night!
Byeeeee!!
CAMERA: OFF
Nova has set aside some time today to see just what each of the ladies involved in the Breakout Title Ladder match had to say this week- starting with the champion herself, Etsuko. She walks up to the same well-worn armchair that Declan and she had sat in just last week as he showed her the two moves he wanted to teach her. She sets her new laptop next to the television. Yeah, Declan had witness what happened to her last one. And while she had no problem purchasing a new one for herself, he insisted on replacing it for her. She quietly thinks that she needs to find a way to repay him for everything he has done and continues to do for her, but she will figure that out later.
She opens her laptop, heading to Etsuko’s video first. She is left a little stunned at not only how little she had to say about the match itself, but the fact she really had nothing to say about Nova. She roll her eyes and leans forward exiting out of the video.
Nova: And that woman calls herself the champion? I guess she’ll be no problem at all. Moving on!
Kenzi Grey. Sorry. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan. Nova isn’t entirely sure what to expect from her, but she has to prepare herself none-the-less. She focuses all of her attention on the computer screen, and the words that Kenzi is saying. It is no surprise she has a lot to say. Quite a lot, actually. She must really like to hear herself talk, because she just goes on and on. What Nova does find surprising, is just how hard her words hit her. How she listens to her say those things about her...speaking them directly TO her? She can’t help but realize Kenzi is right. Kenzi is absolutely right.
And she has to change that. She can’t allow Kenzi Grey to be right any longer. She listens to what she has to say about and to the others in this match, making mental notes as she needs them. Anything she can use against Kenzi, or the others, she needs to remember, because she refuse to be a disappointment in this match.
And after Kenzi, she moves on to the last one smart enough to speak her mind on their upcoming match. The woman she is more than familiar with and the one who she holds a victory over- Milisandre Crowthorne. It’s no secret the personal nature she has in this match given the tension between her and Kenzi in recent weeks. But that has all seem to come to a bit of a halt with Sarah being hurt.
As Nova watches the video and listens to Milisandre speak in that boring monotone voice of hers, Nova rolls her eyes.
Nova: Man...I suddenly feel so...tired…
She tries to fight it as her eyes suddenly begin to flutter and she can no longer focus on Milisandre’s voice. Her eyes close a few seconds later and she finally nods off, curled up in the chair. She’s not sure how long she’d been asleep for when she finally opens her eyes, but she sits up, cracks her neck and reaches for her phone.
Nova: Well that was the best cat nap I’ve ever had. Thanks Mili, for putting me to sleep!
Nova chuckles and takes a few minutes to check Twitter. After a few back and forth tweets to Declan, she stands up from the chair and makes her way through the house to find him.
A short while later, Nova comes up to Declan's barbecue room, an adapted solarium built for year-round grilling. The sight that greets her is simultaneously hilarious and adorable: Declan, in a full white apron and tall chef's hat, is working away at the grill, and singing along, poorly, to a cheerful song that seems to be in French.
Nova: I just learn more and more about you everyday.
She giggles and he stops singing, turning around to glance at her.
Nova: Oh, don’t stop singing. That is pretty entertaining if I do say so myself.
Declan blushes deeply, conjuring up a faux-angry expression.
Declan: I'm goo...nope, I can't even fake that.
Nova laughs again and walks up to him, glancing down to all of the goodies he is preparing on the grill.
Nova: You’re not that bad. Better than me, if I’m honest.
He grabs a plate, laden with a huge burger and homemade French fries, skin on, and places it before her. She stares at it for a few moments, eyes wide and shakes her head.
Nova: Ok, I don’t think even a five mile run is enough to avoid me putting on a few pounds after this. Not that I’m complaining, though, because that looks delicious.
Declan: You’re working hard, you earned it. Oh, and it’s wild boar, by the by.
Nova: Another first. I’ve never had wild boar before.
She takes the plate, walks to the table just a few feet away and takes a seat. Declan joins her with a plate of his own a few moments later. When she takes a bite of the burger, Declan stares at her for her reaction, which doesn’t disappoint.
Nova: And this is definitely the best burger I have ever tried. Brains, braun, and you can cook. You’re just the total package.
Declan just blushes, a bit shy when hearing praise.
Declan: Oh, I mean...I’m not...
Nova pauses for a moment, staring at him, bewildered. She folds her arms across her chest and arches an eyebrow.
Nova: What? You’re not what?
Declan: The total package. I mean, I could have more titles, I don’t have tons of muscles, I can’t sing…
Nova sighs and shakes her head.
Nova: Don’t. You’re not allowed to do that. I’m not going to let you sit there and spoil me every chance you possibly can, and try and talk yourself down like that. It’s not about what you supposedly don’t have, Declan. It’s about what you DO have.
Declan: I know it should be. Just...it’s hard to silence my parents’ voices in my head sometimes…
Nova: I know. I can’t even begin to try and imagine what you went through, but looking at you now? I’m pretty confident that you walked away from it a lot stronger than you seem to think you did.
She pauses for a moment, leans forward and takes his hand in hers.
Nova: You really are amazing. You’re kind. Patient- well, to me you’re patient. And you’re passionate about everything you say and do. Those are just a few reasons why...Why I love you.
He kisses her gently.
Declan: I love you too, Nova Sinclair.
He pauses for a moment, and a silence falls between them before Declan speaks up.
Declan: So...I get if you don't want to. And if not, that's totally fine. But it seems like you've had something new on your mind lately. Something you're not wanting to share.
She smiles and plays with the fries on her plate.
Nova: I have to admit, a part of me tried to fight it. I don’t know why, really. Maybe it’s because you came into my life so soon after Preston and I told myself I needed to be single for a while. Or maybe it’s because I was afraid to give myself a weakness while I’m still building my wrestling career. I don’t know, but I’m done fighting it. I can’t deny it.
Her expression fades for a moment, as Declan looks at her. She takes in a deep breath.
Nova: You’re more intuitive than I thought. But..it’s nothing. Well, probably nothing.
Declan: Go on.
She takes in a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to tell Declan what had happened during her run last week.
Nova: Ok, just don’t freak out. Last week when I went for my morning run before you woke up, I...I swear I saw Preston just as I was getting back.
Declan: Okay. I’m going to call security.
Nova: I told you not to freak out. He wasn’t there, Declan. I looked around, trying to find a way out of a situation I thought could be bad, but when I looked back, he wasn’t there.
She closes her eyes, lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her hair.
Nova: I think I’m just letting him get to my head. At a time that I shouldn’t even be, because if I’m freaking out about possibly seeing him, that could be the one thing that costs me everything in the ladder match next week.
Declan: I’m not freaking out. I’m protecting my assets.
Nova: He wasn’t there. You don’t need to call security and protect me, because I’m pretty sure he got the hint after LAW 72. He’s not stupid enough to test what you’re capable of like that.
Declan: Are you sure? You wouldn’t even see the guy, and it’s not like he’d kill Preston…
She nods and squeezes his hand.
Nova: I’m sure. Just don’t do anything yet until I’m sure. I promise I’ll tell you if I do see him.
Declan: Could you at least carry something on you? Just in case?
She leans back, her eyes narrowing a bit.
Nova: Carry something? Like what?
Declan: A taser.
She grins and lets out a slight laugh.
Nova: I guess I can do that. I was almost thinking you were going to ask me to carry a gun or something.
Declan: You're not trained with them. It would be putting you at risk.
His expression is utterly serious, not an ounce of humour. Nova shrugs it off, having at least expected that. But her expression saddens, staring at him almost apologetically.
Nova: I’m sorry. For all of this. None of this should be happening.
Declan: It's not your fault that your boyfriend is a massive dick, despite clearly having a small one.
She grins as she looks back at him.
Nova: Ex-boyfriend...My current one is quite the opposite.
Declan kisses her.
Declan: You're a gem, Nova Sinclair…
Nova: I try. Besides, I’ve learned alot from you, anyway. You’ve opened my world to things I didn’t even know possible.
Declan: Now, you finish your food, then it's back to work. Earn those ribs.
She smiles and grabs a fry from her plate.
Nova: Good idea. I think it’s time I focus on more important things anyway.
Declan: Yeah, like how hot Sarah Lacklan is, right?
Nova laughs and nearly chokes on her food.
Nova: I can’t believe you just said that…
Declan grins.
Declan: Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Like, average blonde girl with a serious royalty fetish, possible BDSM hangups, and a weird ass science fiction religion...God, how could you resist?
Nova grins, clearly catching on to his sarcasm. She takes another bite of her burger and finishes chewing before she speaks again.
Nova: Well, all sarcasm aside, I can’t help but feel sorry for Kenzi for what happened to Sarah. I mean, the whole situation is screwed up and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Except maybe Maria…
Declan goes into mock hysterics.
Declan: Oh, God, don’t say that! Don’t you know she’s going to make you sleep with the fishes?
Nova returns the favor and starts laughing herself.
Nova: Maybe I would even slightly believe that if she had anything to say recently. Miss Mafia Princess has been awfully quiet.
Declan: I've heard of omerta, but this is ridiculous!
Nova: Omerta?
Declan: Mafia code of silence. But yeah! The fishes! She's going to make Disney cast you as Ariel in the live action remake of The Little Mermaid!
Nova laughs again.
Nova: Is there anything you don’t know?
She grins and takes a drink of water.
Nova: But seriously. I wouldn’t mind that, actually. I love The Little Mermaid and I totally have the hair for the part.
Declan: That's the insidiousness of it! You'd be perfect! And then you'd have to do five sequels and never wrestle again! Clever Italians…
Nova: Your sense of humor never ceases to amaze me, Declan.
Declan: Well, you know, if you survive her nefarious plots to kill you, Sarah Lacklan’s secret plan to recruit you into Scientology, and a champion that apparently wants to focus her mental energy through deafening silence so she can kill you all with mind bullets...I think you’ll be okay.
Nova: I think Kenzi is the one who is a Scientologist, sweetie. Besides, we can’t forget Milisandre in all of this. She hates to be forgotten.
Declan: That’s just it! Lacklan’s using Kenzi and Milli to recruit you! Goddamn Tom Cruise!
Nova laughs again, feeling partially guilty at doing so considering Sarah Lacklan’s current state.
Nova: I don’t think Sarah is doing anything at the moment. She’s in a coma or something. I don’t really know. It’s all quite confusing.
Declan: Of course she is. She’s in a Cruise-induced super coma to build up her thetans to turn Kenzi into the Scientologist Incredible Hulk.
Nova shakes her head.
Nova: Well if that’s the case than I really have my work cut out for me.
Declan: Yeah. I dunno...maybe I can teach you to summon Xenu?
Nova: Whatever it takes to beat her, Mili, Maria and Etsuko.
She pushes away what’s left of her plate of food, having eaten more than she can handle before she grins at Declan.
Nova: Now...what is for dessert?
He kisses her nose.
Declan: Now? More workout. Later? I think I feel like coconut cream pie…
She frowns and pouts out her bottom lip.
Nova: I don’t think you caught where I was trying to go with that question…
Declan: Oh, I caught it. You’ll get that tonight. For now, mind on the ring.
Nova: You are such a spoil sport. But I guess I’ll be a good girl for now.
She grins and winks at him.They sit and talk for a little while longer, letting their food settle before heading back to the gym to further Nova’s training.
“I don’t think I’ve ever trained more for one match in my life than I have for this upcoming ladder match. And, if I’m being honest, if I didn’t have Declan in my life, I probably wouldn’t be training as much as I have been. He believes in my more than anyone else, and while he says all that matters is that if I believe in myself, I can’t help but be thankful for just how much he believes in me. How, despite everyone else doubting me, he has seen enough in me to know that I can win. That I deserve to win.
I have been trying so hard to get into the same mindset, but it has been easier said than done. For most of my life, if I’m honest. I had a better life than most. I never wanted for anything. My parents made sure of that, particularly my father. But despite all of that, I have never once presented myself as some brat with a silver spoon up my ass, or expecting everything to be handed to me on a silver platter. That has never been me. That will never be me, either.
I believe enough in my ability to get the job done, but do I believe enough to completely overshadow or shrug off the other three women- minus Maria Salvatore Spencer, because once again, that little bitch is the only one who doesn’t stand a chance. Deep down, maybe. But I’ll be damned if I let this confidence shine enough to where it is bordering arrogance. I respect my opponents too much to do that crap.
At least I thought I did.
It seems that everywhere I look, someone is making it a point to express just how much they think I shouldn’t be in this match. That I don’t deserve it. That I barged my way into the picture. Well, I’m officially sick of it. I can’t even look at Twitter these days without seeing all of the constant doubt and hate being thrown my way.
I need to let off some steam right now. If there is one thing that I know it’s that all of this crap on Twitter has made me more determined than ever to walk into Night of Glory with nothing and walk out as the new Breakout Champion.
I just have to climb a ladder faster than everyone else…”
November 21st
CAMERA: OFF
Everything was going fine. The day was rather quiet and uneventful, aside from more conditioning for her match, but leave it to Twitter to completely spoil Nova’s mood. You see, just this evening Miss Sinclair found herself keeping an eye on one of a certain media conglomorate’s “Twitterview’s”, as they liked to call them. You know an interview conducted solely on Twitter. Who was said interview with? Well, none other than one of Nova’s opponents at Night of Glory and #CoolKid, Milisandre Crowthorne.
Nova found it came as no surprise that one of the Cool Kids was taking part in said Twitterview, but she did her best to just shrug it off. After all, had Nova, or anyone else, been a part of the interview, they would not have been treated with the same faith as Circle TV seems to have in the Cool Kids. And at the moment, Nova wants no part of that.
So she read the tweets. She read every question that was asked and every answer Milisandre responded with, and Nova had finally had enough. The proof was in the text and Nova couldn’t stand it any longer.
“How do you feel about Kenzi Grey_Grey @mariaislaw and @shinebrightnova barging in on your opportunity? That has to upset you.”
The question made her blood boil. So much show, Nova immediately responded to the tweet herself, immediately shooting down the notion that she had barged her way into anything. After that, she left her phone on one of the chairs in the gym, and disappeared for a few minutes to do something. She had to find something.
It took her some time to find it, but when she did she had to be a little sneaky about it, as she didn’t want Declan to question her about what she was doing. Not right now. She knew all of this conditioning training the past couple of weeks was because he wanted her prepared for the chaos and, honestly, danger involved with this Ladder Match. She also had a feeling, even if Declan hadn’t outright said it, that the thought of her being a dangerous match like this possibly scared him a little bit. The fact that Nova could get hurt no doubt made him nervous.
But she was fast. Her speed is, perhaps, one of her strengths in any match and she could use it to her advantage in a match like this. She could do it. And she would. She just had to formulate a plan in her head. And that meant setting up a ladder in the gym, surrounded by protective padding of course, and visualizing.
After carrying the ladder as quietly through the house as she could, and back to the gym, she walks over and sets the ladder up where she needs to. It’s not ideal, and Declan would probably try and stop her if he were to walk in and check on her, but she wasn’t going back now. She takes a few steps back and closes her eyes. She takes in a deep breath and when she opens her eyes, she charges at the ladder, trying to quickly climb to the top.
She slips a few times, which frustrates her. Once she makes it to the top, she slams the palms of her hands down on the top of the ladder and shakes her head. She climbs back down, backs away a few steps again, and repeats the process. She slips again, but only once this time, and again, climbs back down. When she goes to repeat the process a third time, as she is lifting her head up to visualize the Breakout Championship hanging above her, she rushes at the ladder again. As she is charging up the ladder, her eyes glance towards the window for a split second and the sight of Preston standing at the window startles her enough that she slips again. Only this time, she falls off the ladder completely. Right on her butt.
She quickly looks up to the window again, her heart racing. But he’s not there, thankfully. She looks around at the other windows surrounding the gym, and again, no sign of Preston anywhere. She can finally breath a sigh of relief but as she turns her attention back to her current location, and what had just happened, she slams her hands on the protective padding repeatedly.
Nova: GOD DAMN IT!
She lets out one single frustrated screaming before hopping back to her feet, dusting herself off. She hadn’t hurt herself. Not this time. But she knows were the same thing to happen on Sunday, where there would be no protective padding to break her fall, she very well could suffer a broken tailbone. And she can’t let that happen.
But that isn’t going to stop her from continuing to prepare herself in this way. She has to keep going. She has to do everything she possibly can to get to that title first. Before everyone else.
No matter the risk.
“I don’t know how long I worked on running up and down that ladder that day. I went as long as I could, and it even turned out to be a great cardio workout, but I think I managed to get the hang of it. I even managed to keep the sight of the Breakout Championship in my head. Thinking about me getting to the top of the ladder and unclasping it, and the bell sounding at that very moment.
Slipping and falling off the ladder when I did was a big deal at that moment. Aside from maybe a bruised ego, I wasn’t hurt, thankfully. I felt stupid, immediately thinking about how I would have disappointed not only myself, but also Declan. Because had I been hurt, all of his training...all of his faith and belief in me would have been for nothing if I weren’t able to compete in this ladder match.
But I wasn’t hurt, and I am able to compete in this match. And I REFUSE to ever be a disappointment to myself, Declan, GoGo or Rainie. Or my mother and father, as he is watching down on me every single day.
I still haven’t told Declan about what I did that day, but I’m sure I will eventually. After that, Wednesday and Thursday was spent helping Declan prepare for Thanksgiving dinner and the company we would have. I couldn’t get myself to ask my mother and Jocelyn to join us, or even to deal with that situation at all at the moment, but I would worry about it after Night of Glory. I just couldn’t handle anymore drama before this match. Especially not when my mother and Declan would be meeting for the first time.
But drama has a way of finding me these days. No matter how much I wanted to avoid it all during my wrestling career, the complete opposite has seemed to be the case. And you know what? Most of it is because of those stupid #CoolKids!
I should have just avoided Twitter all together on Thanksgiving. I should have turned my phone off and just enjoyed my first Thanksgiving with Declan, Rainie and GoGo, and our new friend Dani, but I just couldn’t stop myself. And, of course, it blew up in my face.
And, several hours later, it all gave me an idea. A wonderfully spectacular, hilarious idea.
I have to be in Long Island on Saturday, as last minute promotional appearances for Night of Glory would be taking place, and there lies my opportunity. I just have to figure out a way to set the whole thing up, and has out the details, but I know Declan would help me with that.
In two days, the fans in Long Island are going to take part in a very special studio recording.
**evil grin**
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November 25th
THE SPRINGER SHOW
A MAFIA PRINCESS, LESBIANS AND LADDERS
CAMERA: ON
The camera rolls to life in front of a live studio audience as an unidentified rock song plays throughout the studio. Everyone in attendance rises to their feet and cheers loudly. Several chairs are set up on the stage and a few moments later, a voice is heard over the loud speaker as the music dies down just a bit.
“Laaaaadies and gentleman, welcome to this very special LAW edition of The Springer Show as we prepare ourselves for Night of Glory IV. Please welcome your host for this evening…”
Audience: JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
“No, Jerry could not be here today, but we have someone even better! Everyone, please welcome...Noooooova Springer!”
Nova Springer?
A door on the side of the studio opens, and out walks Nova Sin...er, Springer. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she is wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses. She’s holding a microphone in one hand, and cue-cards in another as she makes her way through the aisles, shaking hands and smiling as those in attendance clap and cheer for her. Once she is in the center of the audience, the introductory music finally dies down and the camera zooms in on her.
Nova: Hello everyone! My name is Nova Springer and I will be your host this evening! I have a very special show lined up for you this evening, with some very, very special guests.
The audience claps for her, and some are even looking off to the side, giggling but overall enjoying this very special experience.
Nova: Now, everyone should be familiar with what to expect from the Springer Show by now, right?
The audience cheers.
Nova: And as such, we simply can not go without a wonderful and trustworthy security guard, as things have always been known to get quite out of hang. And I simply won’t tolerate such antics on my show this evening, so without further adieu. Everyone please welcome our security for this evening...Declan!
The camera zooms off to the side, indeed showing Nova’s current live-in boyfriend, Declan, dressed in a t-shirt reading “Security” on the front. He has his arms folded and just waves once to those in the audience, fully prepared to do his job for the evening. Nova smiles as the camera zooms back in on her and she looks at her first cue card.
Nova: Tomorrow night, the very next LAW pay-per-view extravaganza, Night of Glory IV, will be coming to you live from the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum right here in Long Island! Eight fantastic matches are lined up for you, but for most of the past few weeks only ONE has managed to stir up the most, if not ALL of the noise surrounding Night of Glory! And I’m sure you all know where I’m heading with this one.
People in the audience cheer as Nova looks around, a grin on her face.
Nova: No, I’m not talking about the Main Event where Amy Jo Smyth defends her title against Gabby Camacho or even the Chaos Championship match with Kate Steele going up against Roxy Cotton. No. I’m talking about the match that will most certainly steal the show. The match that everyone is talking about...the five-way Ladder Match for the Breakout Championship where yours truly will go up against our four special guests tonight!
Some cheer and boos follow, but Nova remains professional the entire time.
Nova: And I guess it’s time to get this show on the road! Let’s start off with the champion herself. The woman who has held the Breakout Championship for six months...everyone, please welcome Etsuko Mitzusaka!!
Music plays as all eyes turn to the backstage entrance. The music continues to play and everyone looks around confused as Etsuko doesn’t appear.
Nova: Etsuko! Etsuko Mitzusaka!
All eyes remain on the entrance, waiting for Etsuko to come out, but she is nowhere to be found. Nova holds onto her earbud, as if being told something from backstage.
Nova: I’m sorry ladies and gentleman I’ve just been informed that the Breakout Champion doesn’t find such an appearance as important enough to show up. How disappointing considering she has held and defended the title for...Wait. What?
Nova listens into her earbud once again, her eyes going wide.
Nova: She’s only defended ONCE?! In how long?!
The audience laughs as Nova takes in a deep breath and just scratches her head.
Nova: Well...alright then. Moving on!
Nova tosses the first cue card to the floor, moving on to the next one. She smiles and looks right into the camera.
Nova: Oooh..we simply can’t forget our next guest, can we?! She simply hates to be forgotten or, in her words, constantly overlooked. Well, as long as she’s friends with Kenzi Grey, she may as well get used to it, but we’ll discuss that more in just a moment. Everyone...please welcome...from the hashtag Cool Kids...Milisandre Crowthorne!
The introductory rock music hits again and all eyes fall to the backstage entrance. A few moments later “Milisandre”, or at least someone who looks like her, makes her way on to the stage, taking a seat in one of the chairs. She folds her arms and looks away, pouting profusely.
Nova: Welcome, Milisandre! Thank you so much for being here this evening!
“Milisandre” rolls her eyes.
“Milisandre”: Yeah. Whatever. I should, like, be your only guest because I’m the only one that matters. But, whatever.
The audience laughs, as does Nova, but she just waves “Milisandre” off.
Nova: Now, that’s not the attitude to have, Mili! As one of your opponents on Sunday, I was willing to put all of the hard feelings aside to invite you here today at all, so consider yourself lucky!
“Milisandre”: Like I said. It’s, like, whatever. I’m used to it.
Nova nods, but she quickly shrugs and passes off “Milisandre’s” poor attitude without a care.
Nova: Right! Anyway! So, tell me, Mili. Are you looking forward to our match on Sunday? I know I am! I’ve been preparing and conditioning for this for much of the last two weeks. What have you been up to?
“Milisandre” rolls her eyes again.
“Milisandre”: Oh, uh, you know. I’ve just been pouting. Like, almost every day. Because this match isn’t fair but, like, what does anyone else care, right?! I should, like, be the only one facing Etsuko, but everyone ignores me anyway. So, like, I just have to put up with it.
Nova frowns, pretending to feel sorry for “Milisandre.”
Nova: Aww, don’t worry, Mili. When I become the champion, I’ll be sure to give you a one-on-one shot at some point. When you stop crying anyway.
Nova, and the entire audience, laugh but “Milisandre” doesn’t find it funny. In fact, she gets angry. She shoves herself from out of her chair, glaring right at Nova in frustration.
“Milisandre”: You shouldn’t, like, even be in the match anyway! You, like, got so lucky against me!
She tries to lunge at Nova at attack her, but Security Declan rushes the stage and grabs her, holding her back. She throws a fit for a few more moments before Declan talks her back and she returns to her seat, reluctantly.
Nova: Yeah. Keep telling yourself that. Annnnywho...So I hear you got engaged! That’s so awesome! Congratulations!
“Milisandre”: Yeah, uh, thanks. I guess.
Nova arches an eyebrow.
Nova: You guess? That doesn’t sound like you’re too happy about such a joyous event in your life!
“Milisandre” shrugs.
“Milisandre”: Well, like, I guess I, uh, have to be. Bruce is, uh, great. Like, really awesome.
Nova looks around the audience as people chuckle and chatter quietly amongst themselves. A confused look appears on her face as she looks back to “Milisandre.”
Nova: That doesn’t sound too convincing. Oooh...wait. I know what this is about! Of course!
Nova snaps her fingers as a lightbulb goes off in her head.
Nova: Well, before we get to that, maybe we should go ahead and introduce our next guest.
Nova flips to the next cue-card, but as she does, italian music starts to play over the sound system and “Maria Salvatore-Spencer” rushes out onto the stage, her arms held out with a awkward attempt at an intimidating look on her face.
“Maria”: You want that Breakout Championship?! You gotta go through me first! FUHGETTABOUDIT!
Nova: Ugh. Please. You don’t even matter anymore, Maria. Who even let you in the building? Declan, get her out of here!
Declan heads up to the stage as “Maria” points directly at Nova.
“Maria”: I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SLEEP WIT DA FISHES!
Nova laughs and rolls her eyes as Declan grabs a hold of “Maria” and leads her offstage.
Nova: Uh huh, we’ll see you try, sweetie. Anyway! Moving on once again!
Nova waits for Security Declan to return to his place off to the side of the stage, while “Milisandre” remains quietly in her seat with her arms folded, pouting once again. Nova looks back to her cue card and she smiles excitedly and looks around the crowd.
Nova: Oh, you guys are in for a special treat now! We have royalty here! Well, sort of. I mean, she’s only kind of royalty because she married a Queen of some weird unknown land or something. Buuut...I guess that marriage wasn’t even legal because of some other crazy non-sense too confused to even explain drama. She’s the only member of the Cool Kids that really matters! Please welcome…Duchess Kenzi Grey-Lacklan!
An unidentified flying object beams down a green beam of light, from which “Kenzi Grey-Lacklan” appears moments later. “Milisandre” stands up and obnoxiously kicks her chair aside, looking to the audience. She offers to let one member of the audience join the Cool Kids, and a rather portly man accepts. He is immediately instructed to get on all fours, after which “Kenzi” draps a Cool Kids shirt on his back, using him as a makeshift loveseat.
Nova: Alright then. That was some entrance, Kenzi, but...please let that poor man return to his seat. We don’t treat people in such a way.
“Kenzi”: Don’t sweat it, baby! I’m Kenzi Grey-Lacklan! I do what I want, when I want with no regard to people’s feelings! Ain’t that right, Mili?!
“Kenzi” turns to look to “Milisandre.” “Milisandre” is refusing to make eye contact and just slowly nods her head.
“Milisandre”: Oh, uh, sure. Yeah. Absolutely. Like, it’s totally obvious, but it’s cool! I mean, you’re the only one that matters anyway!
“Kenzi” playfully shoves “Milisandre” and laughs.
“Kenzi”: See! She knows!
Nova: Uh huh. Sure.
Nova scratches her head and glances down to her cue cards again. She shakes her head and quickly gets back to the situation at hand.
Nova: So, Kenzi, let me start off by saying how truly sorry I am to hear about your wife! What happened to her was simply awful. I mean, I don’t even know how you can cope right now, let alone even think about competing in this match on Sunday!
“Kenzi”: I got over it pretty quickly! I’m totally clear! And it’s what Sarah would have wanted anyway! I thought about bringing her here today to support me!
Nova: I’m sorry, what? You...thought about bringing her? She’s catatonic, Kenzi!
“Kenzi” shrugs it off and laughs.
“Kenzi”: Ain’t no big deal! My baby always supported me no matter what! But don’t worry, I left her at home with the nurses.
Nova: Wise idea. Very wise. Anyway, speaking of Sarah. How will the fact that your friend Milisandre is in love with her factor into your performance in our match on Sunday? Surely there has to be some residual hard feelings, regardless of Sarah’s current state?
“Milisandre”: Like, what Kenzi wants, Kenzi always gets. Like, she should be at home taking care of the woman we love, while I win the title for the Cool Kids. But, no, she has to be in the spotlight. As, like, always. Whatever.
Nova: Oh..Well, that seems a bit…
Before Nova can finish her sentence, “Kenzi” turns to “Milisandre”, her jaw hitting the floor.
“Kenzi”: You told me you buried those feelings! Sarah is MINES! And that title will be MINES, too!
Nova holds up a finger, trying to interject into the growing tension between the two. “Milisandre” glares back at “Kenzi.”
“Milisandre”: Everything is, like, always yours! Isn’t it Kenzi! I, like, had to agree to marry Bruce because I didn’t get the chance to, like, tell Sarah how I felt and probably never will! Why can’t you just, like, back off from the title and let me...the sole contender...fight for it?!
Nova: Uh, ladies. Let’s take a step--
“Kenzi”: YOU DON’T MATTER, MILI! YOU NEVER HAVE! IT’S MINES! EVERYTHING IS MINES!
The situation finally spirals out of control as “Kenzi” and “Milisandre” attack one another and begin rolling around the stage, throwing fists and pulling hair. Security Declan rushes on to the stage, grabbing a hold of “Kenzi” and trying to pull her off of “Milisandre”, before other members of security have to get involved. “Milisandre” lets out a shriek as the crowd cheers as security tries to get the situation under control. When the camera turns back to focus Nova, she is now seated at the top of a ladder, with a replica of the Breakout Championship in her grasp.
Nova: And this, folks, is how it will all go down!
“Kenzi” and “Milisandre” take a brief pause from their fighting to turn and stare at Nova, holding what they believe to be the Breakout Championship. She grins to the both of them before they start kicking and screaming once again as Nova holds the title up proudly, looking directly into the camera.
Nova: That’s all the time we have for tonight, folks! Tune into Night of Glory IV tomorrow night as I climb the ladder and become the NEW Breakout Championship! And immediately following the show, I’ll be outside the studio signing autographs and taking pictures! Thank you for being here! Byeeeee!
Nova waves and then blows a kiss into the camera before it turns and focuses on “Kenzi” and “Milisandre” still being held back by security, and the scene fades away moments later.
“I couldn’t help myself. I mean, I just had to have a little fun at the Cool Kids’ expense, and I don’t know about anyone else, but I think it turned out pretty brilliant. The audience had a great time, and I had a great time. But I think the Cool Kids were a little sour, don’t you think?
I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll get quite an earful from Kenzi and Mili, because I’m probably not allowed to do such a thing as to mock them, right? I’m two-faced. I’m horrible. I’m mean. Blah, blah, blah. I’ll be in the wrong somehow, but guess what? I don’t care. If there is one thing I have figured out over the last few weeks with the back and forth with the Cool Kids it’s that I needed to develop a backbone.
And I did.
So let’s get down to it, shall we? Let’s get down to the nitty gritty and address all of my opponents for the last time before we square off in the ring tomorrow night at Night of Glory. Damn, what a long few weeks it has been, but I’m happy as hell that the wait is finally almost over. I’m sure the rest of the ladies are, too.
Let’s start off with perhaps the only non-factor in this match. The only person who truly doesn’t matter, especially now, because she hasn’t even had the decency to run that mouth of hers at all over the last few weeks. Maria Salvatore-Spencer, I’m talking to you. I know you’re out there watching, but whether or not you have the lady balls to actually spew some of that undeserved confidence before tomorrow night is completely up to you.
You know, up until just a few days ago, all I was worried about was getting my hands on you and finally getting some payback, but you know what I realized? You just...don’t matter. Not now. Not ever. You like to think that you do, because you’re some wanna-be Mafia badass, but deep down? You’re nothing but a coward. You’re irrelevant and I think everyone knows that you don’t stand a single chance at becoming the Breakout Champion. You’ll be out of the equation faster than you can say FUHGETABOUDIT! I’m no longer driven by wanting revenge, Maria. I have bigger and more important things to worry about, and you just aren’t one of them.
And then we have the champion herself, Etsuko. Now, normally I would save the champion for last, because typically they’re the best, right? They’re they most important? Well, sorry, Etsuko, but apparently you aren’t either. You may be the champion, for now, but I think it’s pretty obvious that your lack of taking this match, or your entire reign seriously, is proof enough that your reign is coming to an end tomorrow night.
Maybe it wasn’t your fault. Maybe you would have had more defenses than you have. I don’t know. I’ve only been around a few months, but honey, if your a champion, you gotta make some noise! Do something..anything! Hype that title, honey! Be a damn champion. Don’t give everyone all of this ammo to use against you. Maybe you have it in you to be a real champion one day, but I guess that day just isn’t today, Etsuko. There are only three of us making noise going into this match, drawing people to pay attention to our ladder match on Sunday, and you ain’t one of them.
But you are, Milisandre. You’re actually not being overlooked for once! How does that feel?! Oh, wait, you probably still think you’re overlooked, right? Because no matter what, you’re always being overlooked. Boo-freaking-hoo, Mili. God, get over your woe is me pity party and stop giving a damn, because I have to say, it’s all getting old. And quite annoying.
That is the reason no one wants to pay attention to you, Mili. That is why no one takes you seriously. Because you’re a freaking crybaby and you talk like you’re still in high school! Let me make one thing clear, Milisandre. Allow me to be honest with you, and take from it what you will. If you had been overlooked, at all, you wouldn’t even be in this match, period!
You have the audacity to say that I lucked out in being included in this match? Because I beat you once, that is the only reason I’m in this match? Get over yourself, seriously! I’m in this match for the same reason you are. Because I’ve made a big enough impact that they thought I deserved it just as much as you or Kenzi! Screw Maria, I think we all can agree she doesn’t deserve to be in this match, so just drop the I lucked out crap, because it ain’t true.
And do me a favor, don’t try and use my personal life against me in this one, because unlike you, my personal life does not intertwine with my wrestling career in LAW. You’re the one who is in love with your best friend who may or may not be married to Kenzi Grey, but now engaged to Sarah’s bodyguard and who knows what other freaking drama the Cool Kids bring to LAW from outside the ring! Seriously, who I love outside of LAW isn’t harming you, so just shut the hell up about it.
I’m not some “side chick”, Mili. If there were the case, that would mean that the others don’t know about me, which FYI, they DO know about me, and they’re all amazing. But, go ahead. Refer to me as side chick followed by some random fifteen digit number because you’re just not creative enough to come up with a better insult. I knew I would have to defend my lifestyle when I got involved with Declan, so honey, come up with something better. At least I don’t have to worry about settling for second best, unlike you.
Oh...but that’s right. You supposedly developed feelings for Bruce first. As if that makes it better that you fell in love with Sarah AFTER the fact of being in love with Bruce, right? That doesn’t say much about him. But it says a hell of a lot about you and how stupid and pathetic you really are.
But...enough about all that. Enough about Milisandre, because she gives me a headache and, literally, puts me to sleep when she talks. Let’s move on to you, Kenzi. You will no doubt be my biggest challenge. That much I can admit, but don’t think for one second that you’re going to win the title because you deserve it more than anyone else. Because you’ve been through the most. Because you’ve been around the longest. I don’t care why you THINK you deserve it, because none of that matters. It all boils down to who is better in the moment it matters the most.
And it won’t be you.
Allow me to show you the same respect I showed Mili just a moment ago, Kenzi. I listened to what you had to say about me in your promo last week. I listened to every word and to be quite honest, you were right. In that moment, you were right about one thing you said. One minute I said I wasn’t ready to be a contender for this title, and after being given this opportunity I felt ready for it. Then what happened? I said, win or lose, it wouldn’t matter as long as Maria didn’t win it.
Confusing, isn’t it? You bet it is, but that’s because I didn’t know until just recently how bad I wanted this. How ready I really am to fight for this title and BE a champion. And do you know what, Kenzi? I have you to thank for that! Yes, you. And, maybe Mili a little bit, but let’s be honest, it’s all about you anyway.
I know how bad you want this, Kenzi. I know how hard you’ve fought for as long as you’ve been in LAW, because I’ve heard about it and I’ve seen it recently as well, but what have you been doing these last few weeks, Kenzi? How have you been preparing for this ladder match? Really focusing on that title?
Oh, right...you really haven’t been. Because your maybe-wife is in a coma or something and you have that as one big distraction in your life. I feel for you, Kenzi. I really do. I’ve seen how much you supposedly loved Sarah, and what happened to her was just...awful. But I also see how the situation with her condition, and the underlying fact that Milisandre is in love with her and the fact that both of you want the Breakout Championship for yourselves...well, those are some pretty big disadvantages for the both of you. Weaknesses.
Me? I got nothing. My head is CLEAR, Kenzi. And I’m not even a scientologist. I’ve never been more ready for any match in my entire life. I’ve never been more determined to be a champion in my life, and that doesn’t bode well for you.
Or Mili, Etsuko, or Maria. The odds may be stacked against me, but I have a habit of defying expectations and coming out on top! And at Night of Glory IV, that is just what I intend to do when I climb that ladder, and take the Breakout Championship for myself!
And there is NOTHING any of you can do to stop me! I’ll see you all tomorrow night!
Byeeeee!!