Breakdown 2-11-21
{{Sunday, January 24th
Denver, CO}}
We've just arrived at the arena for Last Grasp of Reality. By we, I mean myself, Dom, Jaina, Scott, and Andrew. Yes, I managed to convince Andrew to come to the building. I think it was the fact that I got a VIP room for him and Dom rather than just hanging out in my locker room. He would have a smaller chance of running into people he didn't want to talk to. The room is actually on the second level behind the fans' seating. It isn't technically a luxury box since you can't see the arena from it, there are monitors inside, and refreshments. I asked for coffee, sodas, beer, and a sampling of whatever catering would have. Have to take care of my guys, right?
Anyway, I showed them where the room is and went back down to my locker room. It was just Scott getting ready with me, which was strange after so many weeks of having Sienna and Xio with me, too. Not to mention that Dom has been with me for pay per views the last few months, but I was glad Andrew wasn't by himself. Jaina had gone to see if she had any assignments, sometimes she doesn't get any for these shows. Scott asked if I needed anything before going off on his usual eavesdropping/fact finding excursion.
I am sitting on the couch, my gear hanging up ready for me to change into later. I dig into my bag and pull out a business card. It's a few years old so the corners are bent, and it's been folded at least once, as there is a crease right down the middle. But I can still read it – Sara Claiborne, Dior Advertising Project Manager. Even though Sienna told me she doesn't think the leaked picture has anything to do with Dior, she thinks Lancelot Crane is behind it... I still can't believe she hid from me all this time that she had gone to see him in prison. It makes me wonder what else she hasn't told me. But, I had more important things to worry about for the present, such as my match tonight, and this damn picture leak. Maybe Sienna is right and Crane did release it, but I still think Dior is worth checking into. I have no idea if this number for Sara is still good, or if she even still works for Dior. But there was only one way to find out. I grab my phone and dial before I lose my nerve. After two rings, a familiar voice answers. Thankfully.
“Sara Claiborne.”
“Hi Sara.... this is Bree Lancaster, you might not remember-”
“My God. How could I forget you, Bree?”
“I guess that's a good point. I, um... have a few questions for you, if you have some time.”
“I do, in fact I was hoping to speak to you. If you hadn't reached out by tomorrow, I would have.”
“Oh? I assume that means you do still work for Dior?”
“I do, same position. I presume you're calling about a particular photograph?”
“I am. I'm going to get right to the point, Sara. Do your people still have the photos from that shoot on file?”
I hear Sara sigh. “I had the same thought once I was alerted to the leak. I checked with photography, and we do not have any of the rejected shots on file. I learned that they even discarded the one, er... troublesome shot, from the pulled ad.”
"I see. So there's no way that this leak came from your end?”
“The only way it could have, is if someone copied the shots before we had them deleted, which as you know was over two years ago. So someone would have had to be playing a very long game. Be that as it may, we are conducting an internal investigation to find out if that happened or was even possible. We're looking into everyone who had access to those files at the time.”
“Wow, I didn't even have to ask. Thank you so much.”
“This affects us just as much as you, Bree. We can't afford leaks like this, if it did in fact come from us.”
“I understand. For your sake I hope it didn't, even if the alternative is worse for me.”
“I suppose it would be, yes.” There is some silence, I'm not sure how to respond to that. Sara does though. “Listen, Bree... while I have you. I'd like to make a personal apology.”
“What for? You just said you don't have the pictures.”
“Not that. For before. The way our working relationship ended. I was very rude and unprofessional the last time we spoke to one another, and I'd like to apologize for that.”
Wow. “Um... okay, thank you. I think that was a stressful time for everyone, I assumed you had pressure from over your head, and-”
“Yes, I did. But that doesn't excuse my behavior, nor the fact that I never reached out to you about it until now. I admit I've felt badly about it for some time, I just didn't think you would care to hear from me.”
“I would have listened. But it doesn't matter now, thank you. I appreciate it, and accept it.”
“Thank you.” I can hear her smile, if that makes sense. “I will keep you updated on our investigation. I hope this is resolved soon.”
“So do I. I also hope this one thing is the end of it, someone wanted a quick payday or something.”
“That would be ideal, I agree. One more thing... good luck tonight.”
“I... what? You know I have a match?”
“You and Dominic were some of my favorite clients. I've kept tabs. Well done, both of you. So, again, good luck.”
I can't help but laugh a bit. “Thanks.”
We end the call and I just stare at the phone a bit. What the hell was that? Sara Claiborne kept up with our careers? And to think all this time I thought she hated me because of what I allowed to happen.
* * * * * {{ Dom }} * * * * *
Bree had led Dom and Andrew to the VIP room she reserved for them. Ever since Dom had started going to more shows with Bree, she had offered to get one of these for him, and he had refused. He didn't want to be treated specially just because he was with her, or a movie star, or any other reason. He was fine with hanging out in her locker room, didn't mind saying hello to people backstage. But tonight was different. Andrew had come pretty much because Bree begged him, she had asked him to team with her if Sienna wouldn't be cleared to compete for some time. Dom suspected Bree wanted Andrew here as a way to sort of pull him back in. Dom also suspected Andrew knew this and that's why he had agreed to come on the condition that he could be as far away from everyone else as possible. Luckily there had been a VIP room still available and Bree secured it.
After Bree took them to the room, Andrew closed the door and locked it before looking around. Dom was already at the fridge looking for a drink.
“Is there beer in there?”
“Sure is. Here.” Dom grabs a can and tosses it to Andrew. He then grabs a Coke for himself.
“Nice place, I should have let her get me one of these sooner.”
“Probably. Why didn't you?” They both open their drinks and sit next to each other in the plush armchairs. They face the large TV, but also swivel, so they turn to face each other to talk.
“I don't know, never felt right to be this far away when the reason I'm here is to support her, you know? I like to meet her at the curtain after her matches, and I'd miss half the match getting myself down there from up here.”
“Not if you take the staff elevator, bro.”
“The... what?”
Andrew laughs. Dom wonders why he's never heard of this. “Yeah man, you don't have to use the stairs like the plebs who pay to get in. A crew member would take you to the staff elevator and you could be down there in like two minutes, tops.”
“I'll be damned. Bree never told me that.”
“She probably didn't want to push it since you didn't mind chilling in her locker room.”
“Probably. That's good to know for tonight though, thanks. You should come with, I'm sure she'd like to see us both afterwards.”
“Nah bro, I'll let you guys do your celebration thing, when she wins. I'm happy being out of the way.”
Dom grins. “Can't say I didn't try. I know it means a lot to her that you came. And not just here tonight, but the last few days, helping her train and all. It's a big deal to her, so that makes it a big deal to me, too. So, thanks man, from me.”
“Of course, she'd do the same thing for me if I asked.”
“No doubt. Listen, I also know the other favor she asked of you, and that it's a much bigger favor.” Training for a World Title match was one thing, asking the man to return to a company he left with a bad taste in his mouth was something else. Dom knew what that bad taste was, too.
“Yeah, I'd say stepping back into this shithole is a bit of a different ask.”
“We're hoping it's not necessary, we want Sienna to be healthy, but unfortunately it's not looking that way. I'm not gonna make some kind of pitch, Bree is much better at that than I am, I just wanted to say I appreciate the fact you're even considering it.”
“Anyone else, I'd have already told them to fuck off. If anyone could convince me to come back, Bree would be the only one. But it's not as simple as training with her, there's a lot of shit that goes along with this place, I really need to think about it.”
Dom nods. “Yeah, I get it. A certain relative of Bree's, am I right?”
“That bitch is part of it, yeah.”
“Would you mind if I offered.... not necessarily advice, but a perspective?”
“Go for it, man.” Andrew downs some more beer, and Dom gets the idea he may just be agreeing to placate or humor him. Dom didn't care, he was going to say what was on his mind, anyway.
“Alright. I'm sure you're aware of the issues with me and my brothers, right?”
Andrew nods. “Sure, I kept up with things around Rise to Greatness, Bree told me other stuff. I know.”
Dom nods back, at least Andrew was paying attention so far. “Right. But I'm here, right? Bree's fighting David again tonight, he's got Jason in his corner now. The last thing I feel like doing is talking to or even seeing either one of them, not after everything the two of them have pulled on us both. But...” Dom gestures to himself up and down. “I”m here anyway. Backstage is a huge place bro, you know that better than I do. It's pretty easy to avoid one or two people if you want, if it means being there for someone who matters to you.”
“Yeah, I'm aware. I did a pretty good job of avoiding Amy for almost two years.”
“Right, so what's the difference now?”
“She's not the only problem, it's more complicated than that.”
Dom sighs, he had said he wasn't going to push or make a case, and he was starting to sound like he was doing exactly that. “Alright, like I said, I didn't want to make a pitch, I just thought it might help.”
“Yeah I get it, I appreciate the insight.”
Andrew gets up and goes to the fridge to help himself to another beer. He holds it up and shakes it slightly, asking Dom if he wants one. Dom glances at the Coke. Fuck it, beer would be better for night. He nods. Andrew grabs another one, and hand Dom one as he sits back down.
“Mind if I give you a little insight in return?”
“Not at all, go for it.” They both crack open the beers.
“Alright. In the last few days while working out, Bree told me some shit. This bullshit that came up about Blake.”
Dom sets the beer can down with a thud. “Oh. That. She did, huh?”
“Look, I don't want to come off like I'm butting in or crossing a line or anything like that, and I'm not gonna get into the details, I will tell you that I told her she fucked up, too. I admit I'm probably the last guy who should be trying to tell anyone anything about relationships, but I do know one thing, and that's what I'm gonna tell you.”
“First of all, if Bree trusts you enough to tell you about that, then it's not my place to say you're crossing any line. Say what you need to say, bro.”
“Alright. As was made clear a few minutes ago, you know what I think about Amy, right?” Dom nods, unsure what this has to do with anything. “Okay well, that's what Bree thinks about Blake.”
Dom chuckles a little. “That bad, huh?”
“Possibly worse, if I'm honest. My point though is that you don't need to worry about it.”
“Did she also tell you we talked it over?” Andrew nods. “Alright, then you should know that I'm actually not all that concerned anymore, other than the fact I don't want the man to upset her. Like when he tried calling her out about Sienna and Aries over Twitter. If he had to say something he could have done it a little less publicly, you know?”
Andrew chuckles a bit himself. “Come on, man. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You and I both know Bree can handle herself if he fucks with her or upsets her. Here's the thing though, that whole twitter shit? She can tell you still think its a problem, when it's clear to everyone else that it's not. You keep acting like it though, and you create a bigger one.”
“That's what she thinks?”
Andrew nods. “It's what I thought too when I saw that shit. Bree doesn't need anyone to run interference or cockblock or-”
“Wait, what?”
“I told you, she told me everything.”
Dom runs his had across his face, he already hated the fact the stupid irrational insecurity came up when talking to Bree, now this guy knows it. He doesn't want Bree talking to Blake at all, because... what if? She hated him once before and ended up married to him. It's stupid put into words, but....
“Fucking fantastic.”
“Hey man, I'm not here to judge. Everyone's got hang-ups, and honestly? It's not totally off the wall. I get it. Don't tell her I said that, but I do. But this is what I'm trying to tell you, you're worried about nothing. There's a better chance of her and me hitting the sheets and we all know that shit ain't happening.” Andrew pulls a face. Dom gives a small, dry laugh.
“Alright. I hear you.”
“Do you? Cause she thought you heard her, yet-”
“Yeah. I hear you. Loud and clear.”
“Okay. That's all I wanted to say.” Andrew finishes the second beer. Dom realizes he's barely drank his first. He picks it up and drains it, mad at himself for having been an idiot.
“You're a good friend to Bree, I appreciate you having her back, for anything. I'd like to think that makes us friends as well.”
“Of course. Just remember, that woman is basically the sister I never had, and I'll gladly fuck up anyone who hurts her. Anyone.” The last word is punctuated with a pointed look, Dom understands the intention clearly. Even him. He's not scared though, there's no real threat because he doesn't intend on ever hurting her, in any way whatsoever.
“Good to know we're on the same page.” Dom extends his hand across the gap between the chairs, he hoped his intention was clear – that there was nothing for Andrew to worry about in that regard. Andrew looks at it a second then accepts it.
“How about we see how big a dent we can put into that beer stock before the main event?”
“Right there with you, bro.”
After that conversation, Dom would welcome as many of them as he could stomach.
{{Monday, January 25th
Denver, CO}}
The 'interim' farce is over. I AM the World Champion. The crowd didn't like it, and David Helms certainly didn't, but the truth is the truth and no one can deny that now. David had barely acknowledged me after I pinned him. I had shown all the respect in the word for his talent and his ability throughout all of this, he thinks I've degraded him when I've credited him ever since Rise to Greatness. All I wanted was a show of respect in return. And I couldn't even get that, from the man who was supposed to be the utmost example of sportsmanship and honor. What a fucking joke.
I got through the curtain and Dom was there waiting for me. I was a little surprised, I thought he might have waited either in my locker room or the VIP room with Andrew, especially after he didn't meet me there after my match with Jordan. But there he was, all smiles and a big hug, after I handed both belts to Scott. It used to bother me when he'd hug me right after a match when I'm all sweaty and gross, but now it's my favorite part of winning. As we walked back towards medical – SCW likes to give everyone a once-over after pay per view matches – I asked Dom if he saw David and Jason, they had left the ring before me. He said he did, but they didn't see him, medics met up with them and led David away, he was still holding his ribs. I wondered to myself if that's where the undisclosed injury was. Yeah, I know I accused him of making it up, but I know better than that. People who take pride in their work wouldn't do that. I was just trying to make him admit what it was. Anyway, I complained that he could have at least handed me my belt first, and Dom said cut him some slack, he was worried about his wife. I thought about it a second, remembering how I rushed to the hospital after Sienna's accident, and she's just my best friend, not a romantic partner. I shrugged it off for the moment, but it still annoyed me.
We got back to my locker room and I was surprised to see Andrew there. He and Dom exchanged a look that I didn't quite understand, but I didn't have time to ask, because Andrew gave me a big hug. It was a little out of character for him, but I wasn't gonna complain. I did ask what made him decide to leave the VIP room, he said he decided to risk a few odd stares to be there to congratulate me. I had been in a mood all night because Sienna couldn't be here, I know how much she wanted to be, and it was so strange to not have her here, but Andrew being there made up for it, in a way.
This morning, we decided to stay an extra night so the three of us could have dinner together without being rushed. I asked Jaina if she wanted to stay, but she chose to go home. She claimed she wanted to check in with Sienna, she still feels badly about the accident, even though we all keep telling her it wasn't her fault... but I think she also wanted to get back to Reece. After their talk a couple weeks ago, they had been spending a lot of time together, as much as before things went crazy. It made me happy so I didn't protest when she wanted to leave. She and Scott flew out this morning.
For dinner, we decided to order room service to my and Dom's suite, rather than go out to a restaurant. All three of us wanted to avoid any lingering vultures, considering the leak of my photo was still in the news. I also didn't want any speculation about Andrew potentially taking Sienna's place, now that SCW had confirmed there was no timetable for her return. It was clear that I would need another partner. And if Andrew decided to do it, I wanted it to be his decision and not because the media pushed it. I also wanted it to be a surprise. So, our suite it was.
It's just after seven when Andrew arrives at the suite, carrying a six-pack of canned beer. Dom gives him a grin as he takes it.
“Didn't have enough last night?”
“Not even close.”
They laugh. I don't get it, must be something they joked about in the VIP room. Dom puts the beer in the freezer (yes, the mini fridge in this suite has an actual freezer).
“How's it going, champ?”
“Couldn't be better. It's actually been a pretty relaxing day, not traveling right after a show.”
“She only says that because of the massage I gave her.”
“Its true, he's very good with his hands.” I smirk. Dom laughs. Andrew makes a face.
“That's gross.”
“What? I meant a literal massage! I wouldn't tell you about... that stuff.” I make a face, too. That would be like talking to my brother about sex, no thank you.
“Thank fuck for that.”
We make small talk while waiting for dinner. We were in no mood to be fancy, we all ordered burgers and fries. Well, mine were sweet potato fries, but still fries. We had sodas to go with it. I don't usually drink that stuff but every now and then I get in the mood for a Coke. I just unified the World Championships and I deserved it, dammit.
“Alright, before we dig in, let me take this Coke can and raise a toast to our favorite champion.”
I grin at Dom and his ridiculousness. Andrew picks up his Coke. “I'll drink to that.”
They hit the cans together, making the dingiest “tink” sound imaginable. I laugh.
“You guys are ridiculous. I love you though.” I raise my can and giggle before we all drink.
“Hey, after that performance you deserve all the attention and accolades imaginable. If anyone tries to say you're not the best in this business now, they're just deluding themselves.”
“When your man's right, he's right."
“I mean, don't stop... but toasting with Coke is still ridiculous.” I giggle.
“Yeah well, the beer is in the freezer.”
We all laugh as we start to eat. A minute or so goes by as we get into our meals.
“Well, I'm pretty sure I know what the point of this little get together is, so I'll bring it up. Did you hear any final word about Sienna yet?"
I look up at Andrew, surprised that he started the topic. “Yes, actually. Last night, I talked to Jaina right before she gave the update on air. They won't clear Sienna. She had an impact test Saturday night, and they wouldn't even let her travel here.”
“Sucks, how is she feeling?”
“Not great. She still gets random headaches, bright lights and loud sounds bring it on. The whiplash hasn't gone away completely yet, either. The doctor in New Orleans thinks the concussion is worse than the doctor in Tacoma diagnosed.” I frown at the sweet potato fry I'm holding.
“Damn. Really hate hearing that, I was hoping she'd be okay. And not just because I don't want to do this tag thing.”
I grin. “I know. I think everyone would prefer that, but unfortunately it's not the case. Have you given it any more thought?”
“Not really, it's been in the back of my mind but I was waiting to see what would happen with Sienna.”
“Well, sounds like we know now. She can't go, man. It's unfortunate but here we are.”
“Yeah....” Andrew sets the last bit of his burger down and dusts his hands off, as if he's done.
“I really hate to press the issue babe, but I was told this morning that I need to find another partner by Breakdown, or I have to forfeit.”
Andrew looks up at me with a smirk. “So no pressure, right?”
“Not really, but kinda?” He shakes his head a little. “I mean, I have a few ideas of other people I could ask if it comes to that, but I don't want to have to. As soon as I knew it was a possibility that Sienna wouldn't be cleared, you were the first person that came to mind.”
“And that means something, but... I can't just decide this at the flip of a switch. It's a lot more than just coming back and giving you a hand.”
“I know. I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't something this important, or if I felt like I had any other real options.”
“You just said you had other ideas.”
“I do. But I'm not nearly as confident about them as I am about you.”
Andrew gives Dom a look. Dom holds his hands up. “Don't look at me, man. I already told you my thoughts on this. It's between you and her.”
“Yeah... yeah, you did.” Andrew turns back to me. “Before Breakdown, they said?”
“Yes. Before airtime. They have to be able to announce something.”
“Alright. You'll have an answer before then.”
“Andrew-”
“I'm not giving you an answer right now. This is something I need to give legit thought to. I could outright decline and be done with it, so quit while you're ahead!”
I sigh. Great, I annoyed him. I really hated having to press him like this, because I know what his hesitation is. In a word, Amy. “Okay. I won't say anything else about it. Thank you for at least considering it.”
“Only you. You know that, right?”
I smile. “I know.”
Dom makes a show of pushing his chair back to get up. “Alright... think those beers are chilled?”
“They fucking better be.”
Dom gets up and grabs the whole six pack out of the freezer. I can see icy steam coming off the cans. I think they're cold. He pulls one off and tosses it to Andrew. He catches it easily. Dom pulls off another one and hands it to me. I don't usually drink beer either, but I already had Coke, why not go for broke? He then takes one for himself and sits back down.
We spent the rest of the night talking and joking around, Dom called room service for more beer. It was nearly midnight when we called it a night and Andrew left for his own room. I offered to fly him home, if he didn't mind a small detour while Dom and I went home first, but he said he wanted to stay in Denver a few more days before needing to go I think he said Columbia? for GCW. That place has the strangest international tours. Anyway, he said he was sure so I let it go. He gave me a hug and Dom a handshake before leaving. After cleaning up a bit Dom and I went to bed. I didn't sleep as well as I hoped though.
{{Tuesday, January 26th
Kenner}}
Dom and I got home in the afternoon. The flight was quiet, I still felt bad about pressing Andrew about the tag, but I didn't feel like I had a choice. I told him I had other ideas and I do.... but they're bad. I did my best to put it out of my mind for now though, or I'd end up driving myself crazy.
Sienna was waiting for me when we walk in, a huge smile on her face. She gives me a hug.
“I knew you could do it, sweetie! That old man didn't know what hit him.”
“Sure he did. My shoulder. Twice.”
We laugh as we go to sit on the couch in the living area. It's really more of a showroom, I have my replica belts from all the titles I've won on display in here, and some of my favorite wrestling and modeling pictures, including some that Dom and I did together for Dior. This room also has the fireplace mantle where I keep my belt when I have one.
“Before I ask anything else, did you hear any news about Regan?”
“No... I thought you might have heard something before me.” Sienna and Regan have a strange relationship... they argue and bicker but deep down they still care for each other. I'm sure Sienna was distressed to see her get hurt.
“I haven't heard anything either, I was hoping you might have, backstage or something.”
I shake my head. “Sorry. Call Scott, he may know something, he hears everything.”
Sienna nods. “Alright. Next question... have you pried an answer out of Andrew yet?”
I sigh. “Not yet. Part of me thinks he's trying to convince himself to do it for me despite the fact he thinks SCW is a shithole, while a small voice in my head feels like he's trying to think of a way to let me down easy.”
“I doubt that, he calls you his best friend, he hauled his angry ass down here to help you train, all the way from what? South America? I don't think he'll let you down.”
“I hope not, Sie. I don't have a lot of options, and I really don't want to have to forfeit. Not after everything you and I went through to get where we are.”
“I know, I would hate to see that too. I feel bad that everything I've done to give Kelcey what she deserves has led to this, me not being able to finish this with you.”
“That's a whole different topic babe, and I don't think we should really get into that, I will give you another headache.”
Sienna grins at me, and grabs my hand. “No, we should talk about it. It relates to something I want to talk to you about. My injuries and everything.”
“Okay....” I look around, just now realizing that Xiomara isn't here. If Sienna is going to have a discussion about her injuries and Kelcey and everything that goes along with it, Xio should be here. “Um, where's Xio? Shouldn't she hear whatever this is?”
“Oh, she went to LA, to my house. She already knows what I'm going to tell you. Bree... I want to go back home.”
I blink in surprise. “You... what?”
Sienna nods. “Yes, I think its time. I want you to know that I am so thankful that you and Xio basically made me come here for a while, I know at first I thought you were trying to babysit me or something, but I know better sweetie, you wanted to help me and take care of me. And you have, so well. You and Dom have been amazing. Jaina too, she's such a sweetheart. But I feel like I need to be in my own home to recover properly, get my head together, get my life straight. Does that make sense?”
This was the most lucid I'd heard Sienna sound in weeks, maybe months. It sounds like she really understands that everything she's done in regard to Kelcey and working with Aries has led to her being hurt and she wants to fix herself.
“Of course babe, that makes all the sense in the world. Anyone would be more comfortable at home when they're trying to get better. Is Xio going to stay with you? I have to admit I am concerned about you staying alone...”
“She will, but I also have someone else to help me. I hired a doctor to help take care of me.”
“A doctor? Like... a doctor doctor, or a therapist, or...”
“A real doctor, M.D. In fact you've probably met her, she's also a wrestler, she trained with Amy at her academy. Bethany Blue?” I give Sienna a blank look. “Brunette, cute face, talks anatomy a lot?”
That rings a bell. “Oh right. I remember now. I do think she was there the first time Amy asked me to speak to one of her classes. Isn't she with a company right now?”
“Yes, EAW. But she has plenty of time between shows to take care of me. See, Amy is helping! Indirectly...”
“Very indirectly.” We both smirk. It may be the best I'd get as far as getting Sienna to take any kind of assistance from Amy whatsoever. “I see you've put a lot of thought and planning into this.”
“I have, I have loved being your houseguest sweetie, but I don't want to impose any longer. You and Dom have your own things going on, a wedding to plan. Jaina to take care of... you don't need me in your hair, I've caused you enough trouble.”
“Don't be ridiculous, you have not.”
Sienna gives me a raised eyebrow look. “Bree? Come on. Sasha and Katya have put pressure on you because of me, you've been dragged into things you wanted nothing to do with, and do I have to remind you about Jaina?”
I look away. “No, you don't.”
“Look at me,” I turn back. “I am sorry for all of those things, Bree. I am going home to recover, both from this damn head and neck injury, and recover my life. I can't do that here. I love you and everything you've done for me, but this is how it has to be. I need to be home... closer to Chris...” Sienna stops, realizing what she said.
“Chris?! Are you serious? Sienna, he betrayed you with Nathaniel! You think he's going to help you?”
“I do. I still love him, and I know he loves me. Part of getting my life together includes doing everything I can to fix things with him. Tell me you understand.”
I really, really don't. I'm reminded of years ago, when I told Sienna that Blake and I were back together, after I had decided on the mountain that we crashed on to break up with him. She had given me such a pitiful look, like she knew I was setting myself up to fail. I had chalked that up to the fact she never liked him, and that we would prove her wrong. Except she was right. I feel that way now, that Sienna is just setting herself up to be heartbroken again, thinking she can fix anything with Chris, after the way he took that baby and handed him back to Kelcey without a single thought for how it would affect Sienna. But I don't have the heart to tell Sienna what I really think, she's already fragile enough as it is. If there's anything that gives her any kind of hope at all, something positive to focus on rather than this vendetta she's had against Kelcey... I couldn't kill that.
“If you can forgive what he did, it's not my place to say otherwise. If that's what you really want, I will support you.”
Sienna smiles. “Thank you, Bree. That means a lot to me, I know how angry you were about everything.” She leans over and hugs me. I hug her back, actually hoping that she's right and she can somehow fix everything. I just want her to be happy again. She lets me go and I give her a smile.
“I'm gonna miss seeing you every day.”
“So will I, sweetie.”
“When were you planning on leaving?”
“As soon as I can have my things packed. Xio is getting things ready for me at home.”
I sigh. If I'm going to be the supportive friend, despite my skepticism about all of this, I may as well go all in. “Okay. Then I guess we'd better get to your room and start packing. And I'll even fly you home on my plane. Wait, can you fly?"
Sienna smiles wide. “Yes, I checked with the doctor here. You really are the best friend a bitch could have.”
I can't help but smile back just as wide. “Love you too, bitch.”
We went upstairs, and after I told Dom what was going on (he gave me a strange look and I promised I would explain later), Sienna and I went into her room and started getting her things together. While we folded clothes into suitcases and packed toiletries into bags, I told her about my conversation with Sara Claiborne about the picture leak, and promised her I would keep her updated when I heard anything else. Neither of us mentioned Crane, and I was glad for that.
{{Saturday, January 30th
Kenner}}
It's quiet in the house. I'm not used to that. Jaina moved in with us in May last year, then Sienna and Xiomara came at the end of September. I've had a house full for four months, and the silence tonight is deafening. Xiomara had come back to help Sienna carry her bags onto the plane and say thanks and bye to me in person, and they left Thursday. Jaina was spending the night at Reece's tonight. I had told her what I said to Reece about giving him a key, she had laughed and knew why. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing with her as it had been with Reece, but that's probably because she didn't actually see us. Anyway, she did give him a key but so far they'd spent most of their time together at his house. After that whole incident and the next morning I can't say I blamed either one of them.
All of this meant that for the first time in months... Dom and I had the house completely to ourselves.
We decided to have my favorite sushi for dinner, they deliver now, along with some wine. We set everything up in the den, om the coffee table, sitting on the floor on pillows to eat. It's just chilly enough outside to justify lighting the fireplace, and I put some soft instrumental music on low on the stereo. We ordered five different rolls, two different sashimi, and seaweed salad. We split the salad and the rest is in the middle of the table, as we pick and choose what we want from it like a mini buffet.
“I almost forgot what it was like to be alone with you.”
“Oh, fancy hotel suites across the country don't count?” I grin.
“Not at all. There's no place like home.” Dom smirks back.
“Okay, Dorothy.” We both laugh.
“Seriously though. I've never minded Jaina or Sienna being here, but it's nice to have some quiet time, knowing that no one is gonna walk through the room, or hear something they shouldn't hear...”
“Mmm, yeah, I know what you mean. I guess I got so used to the chaos that it never occurred to me to try to kick everyone out for a night so we could do something like this.”
“Don't kick yourself too hard, I never really thought of it, either.”
“Well, it doesn't matter really, we have tonight.”
“Did Jaina say how long she was staying next door? We might squeeze two nights out of this.” He gives me another grin, this one mischievous. I love it.
“She didn't. But I bet I could make that happen.”
“Imagine... a whole day with the house to ourselves and no reason whatsoever to get dressed.”
I giggle. “That sounds fabulous. But um... don't we have to get undressed, first?”
“All in good time, my dear... allll in good time.”
I laugh, probably a little too hard. I blame the wine. “What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz quotes?”
“It got that laugh out of you, didn't it?” The mischievous grin turns into a smile, the one that makes it seem like I'm the only thing that exists. I smile back. “Haven't heard you like that in a while.”
“It has been more than a little tense for a long time, huh?"
“Yeah it has. For more than one reason.”
“Is it bad that a part of me is glad Sienna went home? Not that I didn't like having her here, but... I feel like I can relax. Ugh that sounds so terrible!” I shake my head at myself.
“No, no. Not at all. I understand. SCW put pressure on you to basically be her keeper, and then you came home and.... were still her keeper. So many small things could set her temper off, I can see how that would be exhausting. And I know I haven't helped.”
I set my chopsticks down and slide my plate away. “Maybe at times.”
“You don't have to play nice for my sake, I know it.”
“Don't act like it's been just your fault. I haven't exactly been innocent.”
“I won't argue that.”
“Maybe if we'd had more time with each other like this, we wouldn't have had things get... off track? It can be hard to talk about things with so much going on around here.”
“I was thinking that. It's why I was really glad we had this time.” Dom sighs, and slides his plate away too. What's going on? “At the risk of changing the tone of the night, there's actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Okay... what is it?”
“This whole... issue, I guess, about Blake. I-”
“This again?! I haven't even-”
“Stop, I know. Hear me out?”
I try not to glare, but it's hard. “Fine.”
“It's not you, it's me. After we discussed the whole thing a few weeks ago, I understood everything you said, I believed you, I was ready to put it all behind us and move forward. Except... I apparently haven't actually done that.”
I relax, I know what this is. “You're talking about Twitter two weeks ago. Blake getting on my case about Sienna and you told him to back off.”
“Yeah. That. I thought I was being fair by telling him the same thing I asked you, leave each other alone, you know? I didn't realize that to you it probably just looked like I still didn't trust you.”
“Why are you bringing this up now, two weeks after the fact? I didn't even say anything about it.”
“That's exactly why, you should have. I should have stayed out of it.”
I tilt my head a little, I'm not understanding where this is coming from. “Okay, maybe... but again, why now? I might have been annoyed about it that day, but-”
Dom starts shaking his head, so I stop talking. “No, don't downplay it for my sake. I know it upset you. Um... Andrew told me.”
“Oh he did, huh?” Wait til I talk to that man!
“Yeah... he said you felt like I was acting like there's still a problem.”
I look away, down at my hands on the table. I want to be mad at Andrew for saying something, but I know he only did it because he thought he was helping. And maybe it is. Maybe I should have said something at the time.
“Like I said... I was annoyed that day.” I look back up. “But I chose not to say anything because I didn't want you to think I was trying to make a case for me replying to him instead, like I wanted a reason to interact with him. I don't, I was going to just ignore him. So... I ignored the whole thing.”
“That's just it though, there's a bigger issue here. I don't think we should be ignoring things that bother us. It's part of what caused that blow up last year, remember?”
I nod, I had been getting more and more annoyed with his filming and having to do appearances with Kennedy Street and I blew up at a wrap party for the movie, it had all made me feel second best, which I guess is some kind of trigger or something because of the way Blake treated me. Why does that motherfucker still create problems in my life after almost three years?!
“Lets not hide things like that, okay? If I fuck up, tell me.”
So he really wants to do this, huh? Okay. I fold my hands on the table. “Okay. In that case, yeah. It was a fuck up. Not a huge one, obviously, or I would have said something. It just made it look like what I said before was right, that you're more concerned about what he says and does than I am. Even now, you brought this up two weeks later just because Andrew told you something I said?”
“I would have said something sooner, but... well, he told me at the arena before your match. Then we stayed an extra day, then Sienna was leaving... there wasn't really a good time until now.”
“Okay, I get that. But-”
“Andrew just made it sound like you were really upset about it, and I-”
“Maybe when I was talking to him I was. But come on, baby, you know how I am. I get mad and complain and fifteen minutes later I'm over it. I just didn't think it was worth making an issue out of. I thought it was you making an effort to be better about the whole thing, and you had no idea it came off wrong. If I ignored it, you would see what I've been trying to tell you.... it's not important to me, because he isn't. And then you would leave it alone next time and this ridiculousness would be done.”
“You think that just ignoring things makes problems go away?”
“Sometimes. I mean, you've ignored the shit out of your brothers.”
That gets me a glare. “Alright, I guess I walked into that one. But Bree-”
I lay my hands flat on the table, probably hitting them down a little too hard. But I've had enough of this shit. “Listen to me, okay. I'm going to say this one more time, and I really hope you're comprehending rather than just listening, because I am getting tired of repeating myself. You don't have to worry about Blake. At all. I plan on ignoring anything he says to me unless it has to do with SCW and an actual match, which he's been ducking since forever. The only reason this is still an issue, is because you're making it one.”
Dom reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “I know. That's my whole point here, cakes. I'm apologizing.”
“Oh....”
“At the time I thought I was helping, but I see now I only made it worse. I'm sorry.”
I smile. “Okay. Apology accepted.”
“Issue done?”
“What issue?”
Dom grins. “Okay.”
“I do have a request.”
“Name it.”
“Can we please talk about literally anything else? We were supposed to be relaxing.”
“I couldn't relax with that over my head. But now.... yes, anything else. How about, how amazing this wine you picked is?”
Dom grabs the bottle and pours us each a refill. I grin as I pick my glass up.
“It is pretty good, huh?” In reply, he has a sip from his glass, then smiles at me. I have another sip then set my glass down. “Actually, I have an idea. Instead of finding something better to talk about, how about we go for a nice, warm, swim?” I give him a flirty grin, knowing he'll know exactly what I mean.
“You, Miss Lancaster, are a genius.”
After putting the rest of the food back into the boxes, we grabbed the wine and went outside. It wasn't as cold as the first night we, uh, “swam” in the heated pool, but it was cool enough to justify the water being warmed. Knowing no one else was home, and being comfortable with the fact that my backyard is fenced with a cement wall that can't be seen through, we didn't bother to grab swimsuits, only towels. Then we just went outside, undressed, and got into the warm pool. We did actually swim this time... at first. While we enjoyed the rest of the wine and our evening together, I told myself that if this ridiculous issue ever came up again, I would just distract him from it like this again, maybe the fact that he is and will always be first in my life will sink in.
{{Wednesday, February 3rd
New Orleans}}
It's Wednesday morning, and for the last five years, that has meant either already being in some other city, or traveling to one. But not this week. SCW changed a few things about their schedule. First of all... no more house shows. I wanted to throw a party just for that. Sure, it meant everyone's contracts changed a bit, but it also meant more time at home and I don't think anyone was upset about losing a few dollars in return. But the biggest change is that Breakdown will now take place on Thursdays. For me, that meant today I am doing an interview on New Orleans' local Fox station, Fox 8. It helps that the lead sports correspondent at Fox 8 happens to be my older brothers ex-girlfriend and mother of my niece Kayla... Nadine Hunter. After asking me, she pitched an idea to her boss about getting me on for a segment. Hometown celebrity, getting ratings for the news program and I get to push Breakdown's new show days. It was win/win, and her boss agreed.
So, I am here at the Fox 8 studio, waiting in the green room after having my hair and makeup done for TV. Nadine will be interviewing me, since this is mainly a sports segment, but she did warn me that her boss wanted her to ask me about the Dior picture. I was fine with that. At first I didn't want to make any kind of statement, but after speaking to Sara Claiborne, I decided I'd better say something. The articles were getting more and more asinine since no one had issued any statement. I did call Sara and ask her if she minded if I spoke about being in contact with them; I did have a clause in my termination contract where I wasn't supposed to mention them publicly. She said it was fine though, these were extenuating circumstances.
* * * * * {{On Air}} * * * * *
Upbeat music plays as the Fox 8 logo swirls across the screen, fading out to a set where Lead Sportscaster Nadine Hunter sits at a desk. She gives the New Orleans viewing area a perky smile.
“Good morning, Fox 8 viewers, and welcome to this morning's sports corner. I'm Nadine Hunter, and it's just after eight AM. Representing the sports world today, we have a New Orleans native woman who has been making a name for herself in the wrestling industry almost since her professional debut six years ago, yet the last year has been her most successful to date. I'm proud to say I've known her since she was a teenager, and very excited she agreed to stop by today. Please welcome the SCW World Champion, Bree Lancaster!”
Bree walks out from behind a stage partition, wearing jeans and a white longsleeved t-shirt with the word “Ambitchous” screenprinted in gold, and carrying the SCW World Championship belt. She and Nadine greet each other with a hug before taking their seats. Bree sets the belt in her lap.
“Thank you so much for stopping by, Bree.”
“Of course, anything for you babe.”
“Firstly, let me say congratulations. You had a very big win last Sunday in Denver, defeating David Helms to unify the World Championships.”
“Thank you. He is a tough fighter, I have always credited him with that, despite whatever personal issues there are between us. In Denver though, I was just tougher. I have said for months that I am the True World Champion. He wanted me to prove it, and I did.”
“That you did, it was a really great match.”
Bree smiles. “Thank you.”
“Now, tell us about this Breakdown change.”
“Right. For as long as I can remember, SCW Breakdown has aired on Wednesday nights. Normally at this time on a Wednesday morning, I'm in the air on my plane. But SCW has changed Breakdown's air time, you can now watch me every Thursday night, same time and same station.”
“And what will you be doing tomorrow night at Breakdown?”
“I will be kicking off the show, babe. I plan on walking down to the ring, carrying both title belts I was handed in Denver, and getting a few things off my chest.”
“Such as?”
“Well, firstly reminding everyone that as always, I spoke the truth, and I am the True World Champion. I also have some questions about this Trios Cash-in of Ace Marshall's... and maybe something about the Tag League too, we'll see.”
Nadine nods, and a more somber look appears on her face. “That's right, there has been some uncertainty about your standing in the League, with Sienna Swann out injured.” Bree nods. “How is Sienna recovering?”
“Slowly, honestly. But she improves just a little every day. She's upset she has to miss the semi-finals and finals, we worked very hard to get to where we are. But her full recovery is what's most important.”
“Absolutley, and I personally wish her a quick and full recovery.”
“I'm sure she appreciates it.”
“Will you be choosing a new partner to replace her?”
“I sure hope so, babe.” Bree laughs a bit, giving the idea that she's joking. Nadine grins.
“Okay, I assume you can't tell us.”
“I have to keep some secrets.”
“Of course you do, people need a reason to tune in to Breakdown.”
“You're in TV, you get it.” The women both smile.
“Now before I let you run off, there's something else... we spoke about it before coming on air, you know I have to ask.”
“Yes.”
“The picture that was released the day before your Championship match.” Bree nods. “Tell us about it.”
“Well, it was taken in 2018 during a photo shoot for Dior, the shots were going to be used in the Christmas ad campaign that year.”
“And this is the shoot that led to some... unsavory rumors that led to your departure from Dior. Correct?”
“That's the one. This picture in particular wasn't used in the ad set, Dior rejected it, along with a few others.”
“I have to admit I feel a little out of place asking you this, sports is my wheelhouse, not... whatever this is. But we've known each other a long time, and who better to ask you than a long-time friend?”
“Right. Go ahead.”
“The picture. Is it a real nude?”
Bree sits just a little straighter. “It is not. It was done with a photography trick called implied nudity. I was wearing a bikini, which was hidden in shadow and by my hair. In fact, it was this trick that made Dior reject it, they didn't like the fact I appeared nude. The shots the did use, I admit were racy, but clothing was clearly seen.”
“Thank you for that. Do you have any idea how this particular picture got out, if it was rejected?”
“Not yet. I have been in contact with Dior, and they are investigating if it's possible the leak came from them somehow, since the rejected pictures were supposed to be deleted. But I haven't heard back from my contact there yet.”
“And what about the photographer of that shoot, Lancelot Crane?”
Bree's expression becomes stern. “As far as I know, he is prison and has no access to any of his photos. I will not talk further about that murderer.”
“Understood. Thanks for clearing that up as much as you can.”
Bree's expression softens, as it's clear she won't be asked to continue about the photographer.
“Of course, it was time I said something. At first I didn't want to dignify the whole thing by addressing it, but I realized I couldn't keep ignoring it. That doesn't make problems go away.”
“That's right, it's usually best to face them head on... just like you do in the ring every week.” Nadine smiles.
“Excellent segue babe. It's almost like you're a professional or something.” Bree grins, then the women laugh.
“Hey, I cut my broadcasting teeth at the wrestling booth, I can switch gears on a dime.”
“And so smoothly, too.”
“I try.” Nadine grins again. “Do you have any parting words before we're out of time?”
“Just this.” Bree picks up the SCW Championship belt and holds it up. “This? Is a symbol of excellence, it represents the best the wrestling world has to offer. And it's mine. You know what that means.” Bree grins. “I am the best. What can I say, the truth is the truth.”
Bree gives Nadine a smile as she sets the belt back into her lap.
“You heard it right here on Fox 8, Bree Lancaster... True World Champion. See her and all the other stars of SCW on Breakdown, tomorrow night. Thank you so much Bree, for stopping by.”
“Of course babe, thank you for having me.”
Both women stand up and hug again as the Fox 8 logo swirls again, headed to commercial.
* * * * * {{Off Air}} * * * * *
Nadine meets me in the green room after she finishes the rest of her sports segment.
“Hey hon, glad you're still here.”
“Yes, they said you wanted to talk to me before I left.”
“I did, thank you so much for doing this. My morning segments are usually the lowest rated, I was hoping to get a spike.” She grins.
“I hope I gave it to you.”
“I'm sure you did, you were promoted heavily during last night's nine o'clock.” I nod, she's probably right. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were okay with what we talked about out there.”
“Of course I am. Like I said, it had to be addressed. And I felt much more comfortable doing that with you, rather than some tabloid show reporter or something like that. I knew you wouldn't try to twist it into something it isn't.”
“I appreciate that. I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable.”
“That ship sailed almost two weeks ago. The best I can do now is deal with it in as dignified a manner as I can.”
“I hope you get some answers as to how this happened soon.”
“So do I. Thanks.”
“Can I ask you something else, SCW related?”
“Of course.”
“The Tag League... your answer about a partner. You weren't joking, were you?”
I sigh. Damn reporters picking up on things. “No, I wasn't. I have someone in mind that I've asked, I'm still waiting on an answer.”
“Um... is this person aware that Breakdown is tomorrow?”
“Yes. But I promised them I wouldn't say anything else about it until they were ready to answer me. I admit I'm starting to panic a little.”
“Well, if it's someone you trust, then I would trust they will answer you in time.”
“I hope so.” I grin at my own call back. Nadine grins too.
“Good luck with everything.”
“Thank you.”
We hugged again and I left, thankful that Nadine hadn't actually asked me who I had asked to team with me. I didn't want to tell her it was Andrew, because then she would tell Amy... and then I would get a lecture. Of course, that was assuming he agreed.
I'm really starting to worry.
ON CAMERA
We open to a now familiar sight, the SCW World Championship belt, as it rests around the waist of the Champion herself, Bree Lancaster. Bree stands in front of a fireplace, which is clearly in her home as we see a framed picture of herself and her fiance Dom Teller sitting on the mantle. Bree rests her hands on the belt at her hips, dressed in black tights and a tunic-length royal purple sweater.
I wonder... when will people start to believe me when I speak? I told you all that I was the True World Champion. That this 'interim' foolishness was just that – foolish. That as much as David Helms wanted to still be the champion, he just wasn't. He gave it up, and as far as I was concerned, the match at Last Grasp of Reality wasn't a unification, it was a title defense for me against the former champion. But, for simplicity's sake, we will go with the SCW company line.... at Last Grasp, the championships were unified, and here I stand as exactly what I said I am...
True... World... Champion.
Maybe everyone who believed that I would fail ever since I claimed the vacant championship should start to pay attention to me. I put down Ravyn Taylor. I put down Jordan Majors. And now I've put down David Helms, the only person who legitimately beat me in the last year. I will admit there were moments when I thought he was going to do it again. Despite all of the things I can't stand about the man... and trust me, there are a lot.... I will not lie and say he isn't a tough son of a bitch. He just wasn't quite tough enough.
Bree smirks at her phrasing.
I do want to tell you though, David... thank you. For giving me everything that you had, despite being concerned about the condition of your wife. And I want to state right here for you and everyone that I sincerely hope Regan has a full recovery, in as quickly a time as is healthy.
I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about my words at Breakdown last week. What I said about David leaving early to run to her side had nothing to do with my lack of concern about her, but everything to do with David's lack of respect for the championship!
Bree removes the belt from her waist and holds it up for a moment.
This, this is what Selena Frost seemed so upset about, she thought I was calling David out for walking away from me after I beat him because I didn't care about Regan, then tried to claim that David staying at the arena to compete instead of immediately leaving to be with Regan meant he was showing the championship respect.
Bree sets the belt on the fireplace mantle behind her before continuing.
Yet she had a problem with me demanding that he do exactly that by handing me the championship that I earned! I swear to God, everything that Selena Frost does and says screams 'hypocrite!' This bitch had the audacity to interrupt me, cheap shot me and knock me down, and then try to talk to me about respect?
Give me a fucking break.
This woman who admitted that she actually thought about quitting the Tag League after Regan was hurt. You heard her, she admitted it! Then she went on and on with this ra-ra speech where she talked herself out of forfeiting because Regan wouldn't have wanted her to, because she couldn't give up everything they worked for.... blah blah blah.
Do you think I ever thought about quitting after Sienna was hurt?
Of course not!
Not even once, I am not a quitter! The thought never even crossed my mind, I didn't have to think about it, I didn't have to talk myself into continuing on and reluctantly looking for another partner. I knew, almost immediately, who to call... my other best friend, Andrew Raynes. There was never even a sliver of a doubt in my mind about finishing what Sienna and I started.
And that's going to be the difference maker tomorrow night, Selena. You are so hell-bent on getting to me in the finals, overlooking the team you have to beat first to get to me, even going as far as to talk about the gauntlet next week, you want to be the one to beat me and take my championship... well of course you do. Now that you're not a Tag Champion or the United States Champion and suddenly the World Championship, that you haven't given half a shit about in years, is dangled in front of you... now you want it. Already looking past the Tag League and onto some other way you can get more gold into your cold little claws.
Bree shakes her head in disgust.
But let's stay in the here and now and worry about he gauntlet after the Tag League. And the truth is that right now? You have doubt. You aren't even sure if you wanted to do this without Regan. And honestly, if the best you could find to take her place was Glory Braddock, I kinda don't blame you. I mean, she's just as gold-hungry as you are, just lost the Adrenaline Championship and couldn't wait to jump at chance to latch on to you and get her hands on another title.
Bree smirks a bit.
But, I am not going to do what you did and overlook the team Andrew and I need to beat to get to you.
Bree waves, wiggling her fingers condescendingly.
Asher. Cid. Hi babes.
I always knew this Tag League would come down to this. The first time we met in the league, our match was considered a draw, thanks to a double disqualification. Asher and Sienna got a little bit overzealous and threw weapons at each other. Ever since then I knew that we would meet again. Sienna and I had no intentions of losing any of the rest of our matches, and it seems that you two had the same determination. You likely felt the same way we did.... we needed to meet again and have a real ending. Find out who the better team actually is.
It's disappointing that we aren't getting the true rematch that I have been looking forward to, thanks to Kelcey Wallace causing an accident and putting Sienna on the shelf. But that doesn't mean I am any less determined to come out on top this time.
If anything, I am more motivated to ensure that Andrew and I beat the two of you and go on to the finals, and then to win this whole thing. We owe it to Sienna to do everything in our power to finish what she and I started, and that I chose the right person to help me do that. There isn't anyone else in this entire business that I trust enough to take Sienna's place at my side, Andrew has been one of my best friends for years, before I even came to SCW. I know my real brother is going to hate hearing this, but Andrew is like a brother to me, we have a friendship and a bond that is just as strong as my friendship with Sienna. We both know that he hasn't been in SCW for almost two years, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been wrestling. He's a former GCW World Champion, in case some of you don't pay attention to other companies. In SCW? He is a former Adrenaline Champion, was voted Male Wrestler of the Year in 2018, despite how many people claim to despise him.
All his accomplishmens aside, this isn't our first time working together. Now before anyone else can bring it up and throw it in my face, we know damn well that two years ago when Andrew took Scott's place after he and I won the Tag Titles in a very fucked up situation where I was forced to team with Jason Helms, who then injured himself in the middle of the match. Scott is not a wrestler, and Andrew stepped in. We lost our first defense... and the subsequent rematch. I know it, he knows it, we aren't going to try to pretend it didn't happen. The thing here though is that this represents a chance for us to make up for that. Andrew was upset, he felt he let me down. Nothing could be further from the truth, but I know that he wants to make up for it.
Do you really think, Asher, Cid... that you can stop me... a woman who hasn't lost a match since September, and a man with a score to settle and who has no care for anything other than winning any way possible?
I don't think you can. Andrew doesn't think you can. And honestly? I don't really think you believe you can, either.
Bree crosses her arms and leans back against the mantle, next to the hearth of the fireplace, placing one booted foot up against the painted white brick.
I mean, it's pretty common knowledge that Cid doesn't believe he can do anything. Asher is always trying to talk him up. On air, backstage... do you think no one has heard your little heart to hearts? Maybe try making sure your locker room door is closed so that no roaming managers of World Champions can hear you.
Bree winks with another smirk.
Not only that, Cid has this whole business with Chad Evans taking up most of his focus. It seems like Chad is literally driving Cid insane with his mindgames. I don't know how this man is going to be able to focus on a tag match, against the best wrestler in this company and a man he's never faced before and isn't prepared for.
And then we have Asher, the man who has tried and repeatedly failed to reclaim the Adrenaline Championship, and that failure has clearly chipped into his confidence level. It's a shame too, because I've been in the ring with Asher before, we've traded pinfalls, I know he can go. I know he has it in him to beat anyone he wants to beat... even me, if he really set his mind to it.
Here's the thing.
Asher had a chance to beat me on October twenty-eighth. Instead he chose to pull out a literal toolbox of weapons and take the easy way out. I think that proves one thing... Asher knows he can't actually beat me. He knew he and Cid were going to lose and he wanted to do anything he could to save his ass, protect his ego.... he saw Sienna holding a chair and assumed that if he grabbed a weapon, she would defend me and herself with it and cause a double DQ. Asher is a smart man, I will admit that. He was smart enough then to know he and Cid couldn't beat me and Sienna... and I think he is smart enough now to know that he and Cid can't beat me and Andrew.
But let me make something very clear, Asher.
There will be no weapons brought into this. I know you won't try that again. Because despite the fact that deep down you know you can't win, I know that you want to. You want to beat us, you want to win the finals, and you want to go to Retribution to fight Chris Cannon and Lucas Knight for the Tag Team Championships. And because of that, I know that both you and Cid are going to play by the rules. You aren't going to risk a DQ again. There aren't any rematches this time, no more chances to try again. This is it! Rest assured that we know the same, and we won't have to do anything outside the rules to beat you.
Andrew and I can be as tough, as brutal, as vicious as necessary to beat you, legally, as we need to be. I know I haven't gone for my usual knee breaking attempts lately, mainly because I haven't needed to, but I don't want you to forget that I am capable of it, and there is nothing disqualifying about it.
Bree gives another smug smirk, hoping the point gets across – she knows Asher has a previously injured leg. She didn't feel the need to make a blatant threat; Asher is a smart man, after all.
So, here is what's going to happen. Asher and Cid are going to come to the ring... preoccupied with doubts about their ability to beat us, lingering feelings of failure in Asher's mind and a split focus in Cid's, who will be worried about Chad Evans appearing out of nowhere to mess with his head some more.
Waiting for them in the ring will be myself – your True World Champion, the most consistent competitor in this company, a woman who hasn't been legitimately pinned since Rise to Greatness... and Andrew Raynes – a man with a massive chip on his shoulder where SCW is concerned, who has something to make up for and does not give one fuck about anything or anyone else other than doing whatever it takes to help me finish what Sienna and I started....
Rescue the Tag Team Championships from being carried by people who are not worthy to represent this company as champions.
Asher and Cid? Not worthy. They don't believe in themselves and are easily distracted.
Selena and Glory? Gold-digging hypocritical cunts who don't understand anything about respect or loyalty, despite the verbal diarrhea they spew.
Jordan and Cookie? They're a great team, they've defied all the odds, shut up the doubters, they may be the most worthy out of all of you to face Andrew and I in the finals. But as we already know, Jordan doesn't allow herself to have nice things, and she will find a way to sabotage this for herself, too, and Cookie won't be able to save her.
And the current champions, Chris ad Lucas?
Bree chuckles a little, shaking her head.
I'll save my thoughts for you, for when it counts.
Until then, I will leave the SCW Universe with this.... for those who have been waiting to see Andrew Raynes reappear in SCW, wreck havoc and spread his own brand of hate, you can thank me after we end Breakdown as the Tag League Champions.
Some of you will hate it, but we won't care. You will just have to embrace it, instead.
Bree pushes off the wall and leans a little closer to the camera, then gives a smug wink.
I won't forget to say you're welcome.
Bree continues to smirk a second or two before the video cuts to black.