Bree Lancaster

Taking Hold of the Flame 2024

{{ Wednesday, April 10
Kenner, LA
Bree’s home }}

When I decided I wanted to be a wrestler, back when I was a teenager and my brother Heath was teaching, never did I ever – not once – imagine that I would one day hide my blonde ass inside a casket to get the jump on someone. Yet, here we are. Simon Lyman set up some ridiculous ‘funeral’ segment after Amy was hurt in VWA and Jaina, the ever-observant woman that she is, caught wind of his plans backstage when she was going to production to get her assignments. Hiding in the casket was her idea. She said she wished she could do it herself but she can’t. I get it. Jaina has a phobia of cemeteries/graveyards and caskets, thanks to a traumatizing experience when she was around three years old. She was abducted and taken to a graveyard and put inside a freshly dug grave. When she was found, the crazy man who took her had started throwing dirt in. So… I don’t blame her one bit. However that is why her idea surprised me in the first place. But…. I had to admit it was a good idea. Who would ever expect me to do such a thing? Simon certainly didn’t and I got my shots in. Sometimes you have to do the unexpected to make a statement. But I will retire happy if I never have to hide inside one of those again. Ugh.

Anyway, it’s about a week later and there’s no Breakdown this week because Taking the Leap is this Sunday. And then Monday… is the next court hearing with Dom. With that coming up, Dom will be back in town soon. He promised he would be here to stay home with Heath while I travel for work. I plan on leaving Saturday so I expect him here either tomorrow or Friday. Since Dom had gone to California, Josh had come over and stayed with me more often – there was no chance of Dom walking in if he’s in Santa Monica. So, today after BOA class was over, Josh rode home with me to stay over one more night before Dom gets here. It was pointless to take his car here when I had to go back across the river to BOA in the morning anyway. So he strapped Jalyn’s carseat in the back next to Heath’s and here we are. It’s early evening, the babies are in the library watching a movie – its easier for them to lay on the floor in there than the den. Josh is upstairs taking a shower. I am in the kitchen, trying to figure out dinner. I have my head in the pantry when I hear the door open behind me. I step back and turn, and see Dom walking in.
“Oh… hey. I thought you were coming tomorrow.”
“Yeah… about that. Change of plans.” And then Robin walks in behind him. She looks nervous, and even moreso once she sees me.
“Oh. Hi.”
“Hi.” She replies with a shy grin.
“Well, don’t just stand in the doorway, come in. Have a seat. Drink?” I am trying my hardest to act normal, except I now understand how Dom felt a few weeks ago when he came in and Josh was here. I don’t like it.
“No thank you.” Robin does leave the foyer though and sits at the breakfast table.
“Well, if you change your mind, help yourself. I’m sure you know where things are?” I hope I sound friendly but the nervous grin and nod from her tells me maybe not. I turn my attention to Dom. “Can I speak with you in the den, please?”
“Sure, I was actually going to suggest the same.”

I enter the den and turn to see him follow me, then lean against the doorway. There is no door that closes between here and the kitchen, so I try to keep my voice down, even though Robin is actually fairly far away in the breakfast nook, on the other side of the kitchen.
“What are you doing here right now?”
“Listen, I know I told you I’d be back tomorrow, but—”
“I can’t believe you brought her here with me home after you told me you wouldn’t!”
“Yeah, well. I heard what you said. That’d we’d eventually have to get used to things like that, so why not start now? Well, you already started, so…”
I sigh. I hate it when he’s right. “Fine. But you should have warned me first. Not only that you were coming a day early, but that she was with you.”
“Okay, I probably should have. But why is it such a big deal that you’re this angry?”
“Because Josh is here!”
“What?”
“Yes, he’s upstairs in the shower, you—”
“But just your car is outside.”
Oh. Right. “That’s because they rode with me from BOA.”
“They? Oh… his kid.”
“Yes, Jalyn. She and Heath are in the library watching TV. And this is why you should have said something, I wasn’t expecting you here today.”
“Obviously. Okay… I’m sorry. But… fuck…” He rubs his face in annoyance.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, I was planning on us staying here the few days since--”
I scoff in surprise, cutting him off. “Oh really? And when were you planning on asking me about that?”
“Well, tonight. But—”
“Do you really not understand that you can’t just make assumptions like this? What if I had plans here?”
“Do you?”
“Not past tonight, but that’s not the point!”
“It is the point! Unless you’re actually telling me you don’t want her here, after you already told me you didn’t care.”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” It’s what I feel like saying, but I won’t go back on my word.
“Then what does it fucking matter if I said something first? I don’t give a damn if that man is here!”
As Dom is talking I see Josh coming down the stairs behind him, and before I can say anything he comes into the den, stopping a few steps past Dom.
“You mean me? I’ll tell you what it fucking matters, its her goddamn house!”
Dom hadn’t noticed him until he spoke, and glares in response.
“I don’t think I asked for your input.”
“Too bad, you got it. And—”
“Do you commonly walk into private conversations, or is this special just for me?”
“It’s not very private if I can hear you from upstairs. Which brings me to my next point, regardless who’s house it is or where we are, I won’t stand by quietly and listen to anyone speak to her that way! I don’t give a damn if you’re her son’s father or not.”
“Maybe you’ve forgotten this, but for the time being she is still my wife, and I’ll speak to her any damn way I please.”
I see the look in Josh’s eyes change and he moves to step closer. Oh shit. I hurry and put myself between them, one hand up towards each of them, actually pushing Josh’s chest.
“Hey! Stop this! First of all, I am standing right here! Secondly, all three of us are adults and you two need to act like it.” Josh backs down a little, so that I don’t need to be pushing him back. I turn to him first. “Josh, thank you for backing me up, but I can speak to him for myself.”
“Alright. Carry on.” He shoots a glare towards Dom before leaving the room. I turn to Dom.
“And you? In two days I will not be your wife anymore so you can throw that card away. You didn’t have this attitude until you found out he was here.”
“Maybe, but you’ve only got your feathers ruffled because she is.”
We stare at each other a moment. I could argue that it’s because he didn’t tell me first, but it’s really both. I don’t want to see it any more than he does. I cross my arms.
“Fine. You two stay here. We will leave.”
Dom sighs. “Bree, that’s not what I—”
“No, it’s okay. Neither one of us are interested in this situation, so we will go to his place. Do you want me to take Heath with me, or do you want to keep him here?” I left no room for further discussion on who will stay here. Dom’s shoulders relax as he gives up.
“Fine. I’ll keep him if that’s okay, I haven’t seen him in a while, and won’t after filming starts. I thought I was keeping him anyway when you go to work.”
“Right. Okay, I’ll leave him here. Of course it’s okay, why would you say that?” He nods his head towards the kitchen. “Oh. I don’t have an issue with her being around him, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well I couldn’t be sure, after this mess.”
I sigh hard. “Okay, look. I’m sorry I lost it about her being here. I just assumed you meant what you said about not taking her here when I was home.”
“Fair. I’ve already said I should have said something first, I accept that. Maybe it’s too soon to expect or try to get used to seeing each other with them.”
“I think so, yes. I truly don’t care if you have her here when I’m not. I just…”
“Yeah, I get it. Look, I planned on staying in town until I have to be back there to start filming. Both of us need to pack up to move. I’ll find somewhere else to stay, so we don’t do this again.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. None of us need this mess, and those kids don’t need it, either.”
“That’s certainly true. Okay. Will it be her place?”
Dom shakes his head. “No… you might think otherwise given I brought her here, but it’s not really like that. I just thought we’d stay here til after your show since I was staying here with Heath anyway.”
“I see. So, she isn’t staying with you in Santa Monica, either?”
“No, she has an apartment there already, she kept the lease when she came here to work.”
“Oh. I just assumed it was more… progressed, than that.”
“I told you before, she and I aren’t like you and him.” I nod, he means that he knows Josh and I love each other, and they are just casual. “Speaking of, I want to reiterate that I don’t have any real problem with him. I didn’t appreciate being spoken to like that…. but defending you isn’t a bad thing.”
“Thank you, but you should probably say that to him. He was about two seconds away from knocking you out.”
“Okay, I will.”

I follow Dom to the kitchen. Robin is still sitting at the table, her head down staring at her hands folded on the table. Josh is leaning against the island, arms crossed. I realize these two have never met each other until now, and it’s really fucking weird to see both of them in my kitchen at the same time. I notice Robin raise her head, I assume she heard footsteps. Josh stands up straight as he sees Dom approaching.
“Just so we’re clear, I want you to know that I don’t have any real issue with you at all. We just had a bit of a heated moment.”
“Understood. I got a little heated myself, but I’m willing to bet you’d react the same way if you walked in on someone yelling at her.”
“I certainly would. And the fact that you did makes me believe you’re good for her… and for Heath. I want you to know I trust you with them both.” Dom offers his hand. Josh seems a little surprised, but takes it.
“I appreciate that.”
Well, if they can come to terms, I can do the same thing. I walk over to the table where Robin is.
“As long as we’re all being honest here, I’d like to apologize to you. I know you had to have heard some, if not most, of that.” Robin nods, yes she did. “I wasn’t angry that you’re here at all. Just that I wasn’t told ahead of time. We could have avoided most of this trouble. You are welcome to stay.”
“Thanks. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause any trouble. That probably sounds ridiculous considering…”
“It doesn’t. You didn’t cause the trouble, babe. You’re a product of it. That sounds like an insult but it’s not.”
“No, I understand. It’s just a fact.”
“Exactly.” We both grin. I’m pleasantly surprised that she gets me. “So again, you’re welcome to stay. Josh and I will be leaving.”
“We are?” I turn and give him a pointed look. “Oh. Yes. We are.”

Dom and Robin went upstairs, and I explained everything to Josh while we got our things together to leave. Heath was happy to see his Dada but a little confused why I was leaving with Josh and Jalyn but not him. Once Dom suggested a game with him though he was fine.

I really hope this was the worst of how things will be between us all, because I don’t think I could handle much more.

{{ Tuesday, April 16
Kenner, LA
Bree’s home }}

As of April 12th at around ten AM, I am officially a divorced woman. The hearing went with no problems at all. Our financial settlements had already been approved, and the judge accepted our custody agreement. Heath would be legally domiciled with me, but Dom could see him any time he wanted, and take him any time he wanted, schedules permitting. After that was signed and notarized, the judge signed the divorce decree, and we left with a copy each. Even though I’m glad it’s over with now, a part of me is sad that it came to this at all. I can’t help but think about a few years ago when Dom was working on the first Deep Cover movie with Kennedy Street. We’d had a huge argument because I caused a scene in front of the movie people (Kennedy pushed my buttons, but I still did it). He’d gone to LA to finish the movie and stayed away for a whole month. That was the closest we ever were to breaking up before now… and in hindsight maybe we should have. I knew then that I’d never be fully okay with the movie business, but I didn’t want to give up. If I had, I wouldn’t have Heath and so I’m grateful for that of course, I will never regret having my son. But everything else? We both could have done without it. Regardless, looking back does no one any favors and so all I can do now is look ahead.

Taking the Leap is behind us, and I am still Adrenaline Champion. Simon fought with more gusto than I expected I have to admit, but I prevailed. I hope he leaves me and my family the fuck alone now, but I have a bad feeling that he won’t. He still hasn’t gotten Amy to even acknowledge his existence, much less speak to him. I don’t think he will stop until she says or does something. I however am moving on.

Speaking of moving on, today Dom is at the house. He had a great time staying with Heath while I was working, but soon he will have to go back to California to start his work. So he is here getting all of his things packed up and ready to be shipped to his Santa Monica house. When you live with someone for so long, you never realize how much of the items in the house technically belong to them and not you. We are in the library right now and the shelves in here are looking more bare than I expected they would. Not just books though. Music, pictures, various knick-knacks. Even the stereo on the shelf over the fireplace is actually his. I’d have to get another one to replace it. It’s the small things that you never think about that get to you the most. Heath is in the room with us, “helping” by taking things from me and handing them to Dom.
“Would you hand me that wooden box up there?” Dom points to a shelf behind his desk – that would be picked up and shipped along with the rest of this stuff. I know the one he means; it’s a trinket box his mom gave him when he was in high school. Inside are some mementos from school, and some pictures. He kept the box in here because he thought it matched the look with the books better than sitting on the dresser in the bedroom. I reach up and grab it, and hand it to Heath.
“Here you go, take that to Dada.” He does, and toddles over to Dom, handing it to him with a smile.
“Thanks, buddy.” I watch as he sets it in a box, on top of the previously mentioned stereo and speakers. With that being the last item to fit, Dom folds the box tops closed. I look around the room a moment, then back at him.
“Is that everything?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s all in here. If you find any random book or something I missed, just put it aside for the next time I’m here.”
“Of course. Do you know when that might be?”
“Not sure. The starting schedule is pretty rough. They’re looking to get at least four eps done as soon as possible.”
I nod, knowing that means at least four weeks. I hate that I know that, but I’m also very relieved that I won’t have to deal with any of the direct effects of his working so much. None of this is my problem anymore. I only asked because I know Heath will be asking where Dada is. We already agreed on video calls to make it as easy for him to adjust as possible. But we both know it will still be hard.
“I’ll let you know as soon as I know something, when I can take a few days to come spend some time with this one.” At least he knows why I asked.
“Okay. What about when the whole season is done? Are you staying there or coming back here to be closer to him?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Coming back here isn’t off the table. I was thinking though that I should probably have a place here either way. Would make things easier when I visit.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” He certainly won’t be staying here. I don’t have to say so and I know he wouldn’t ask. “What does Robin think?”
Dom shrugs. “No idea. I haven’t asked her.” A look falls across his face, as if he just realized something. “Do you think I should?”
“I know you keep saying you’re not ‘like that,’ but I think she’d appreciate it. Especially if she’d be coming with you.”
“She probably would yeah. Be coming with me, I mean.”
I can’t help grinning as I watch him push the box aside and grab an empty one.
“Are you sure it’s not like that? You can tell me, you know.”
He looks up and grins a little. “Maybe a little more than I’d like to admit.”
“Why not?” He gives me an odd look. I put my hands up. “Okay, you don’t have to talk to me about it. I just want the best for you.”
“I know you do. And it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, I just… don’t know.”
“Fair enough.” Right then, I decide I need to do something. I glance at my phone, and feign surprise. “Oh, damn. I almost forgot. I’m supposed to be meeting one of the students today. One on one kind of thing. I have to go.”
“I thought BOA was off this week?”
“They are. But one of the girls asked me for help.” I stand up. “I’m sure it’s okay to leave this one with you?”
“Of course. He’s a big help. I’ll take him upstairs and let him throw clothes into the box. I can iron them in LA.” Dom grins.
“Okay. You boys have fun. I’ll be back before dinner.” I lean over and kiss Heath on the top of his head. “You be a good helper for Dada, okay?”
“Yes. I help!”
Smiling, I leave the room, and grab my keys and clutch, and leave before I change my mind.

* * * * *

Driving through the open gate of a condo complex in the city, I slow down and look for a white Honda Civic, with a distinctive SAG-AFTRA sticker on the trunk. Robin had told me herself that she was staying in the same complex as a few years ago, but a different unit. All I had to do to find her was find her car. The parking spots were assigned to each unit, so I would know what door to knock on. I make a turn near the back of the complex, and spot the car with the sticker, that I know is hers. I’d seen it often enough at events and the set to be sure. I park across the lot in a visitor spot, then go over to the car and look under it at the ground. Number 32. Okay, great. I look up at the buildings, and see 32. It’s a corner unit. I wonder if this is a bad idea as I walk up the sidewalk. Whether it is or not, I’m already here so I might as well just do it. I ring the bell, and hold my breath. Just when it seems like it’s taking long enough to assume she’s ignoring me, the door opens.
“Bree.” She doesn’t sound surprised, so she must have peeked out and seen it was me.
“Hi. I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
“No. Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. I just wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?”
“Oh… yeah, of course. Sorry.” She steps back and lets me in. “I just thought… since you took the time to find me that maybe…”
“Right. Sorry to worry you, but everyone is okay. I just didn’t have your number to call first.”
She gestures for me to sit, and I take a place on the couch. She sits across from me in an armchair. “And you didn’t ask Dom… because he doesn’t know you came here.”
“Correct.”
“Can I ask why you didn’t tell him?”
“Because this is between you and me, woman to woman.”
With a slight grin, she nods. “Okay. Then I’ll keep it that way.”
“I appreciate that. First of all, I didn’t come here to pick a fight or anything like that. I know how hypocritical that sounds, but it’s true.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Robin… please don’t play ignorant. I’m certain he’s told you all about it so let’s not pretend we don’t both know everything, okay?”
Robin sighs, and seems to relax, which I find a little odd. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“Thank you. I’m sure you’re well aware that I was angry about all of this at first.” She nods. “That’s what I’m sure sounds hypocritical, because obviously I am not innocent either. But I wanted to clear this up with you. I wasn’t angry about what Dom did. It was the fact he lied about it. And… I was angry with you.”
“I can’t say I blame you for that, but how does that work? Being mad at me and not him?”
“I thought we were friends. I knew you… did whatever, years ago but I wouldn’t have guessed it now. We spoke a few times, you told me how you came to work here. You lied about that… you were here before you got the job. He told me.” She looks away. “You kept quiet through the whole media circus, when they were blaming Amanda for what was really you.” She looks back up, ready to say something but I put my hand up. “It’s okay, I won’t go on.”
“Wait. I didn’t say anything because I was told not to.”
“I figured. I’m very familiar with Lisa Kagan.” Robin looks away again; I knew it. “Anyway, my point in saying all of that is this. That day at my house… when I saw how Dom interacted with Josh after everything settled down, how he basically swallowed some shit for the greater good? That’s part of what set me off the other day. I realized that I was still angry with you, but I should do the same thing. I thought I had, I even told my brother I was okay with it all when he called me out. But I can’t really claim that if I don’t tell you myself, not as a reaction to overreacting, but calmly. So. I’m telling you now.”
“Telling me what, exactly?”
“That you don’t need to worry about me, be nervous around me, whatever the case may be. I’ve accepted what is, and I’m okay with it. Truthfully.”
“You’re okay with me lying to you?” She asks skeptically.
“I realize that you didn’t have a choice. Everyone involved in this mess has been in some difficult position or another. All of us told some lies. I’m saying… that it’s in the past and we should move forward.”
Robin looks at me thoughtfully for a few moments, then grins. “Okay. I can accept that. I'd like to do the same thing. If you really mean that.”
“Of course I mean it. I came all the way here to find your place, didn’t I?”
“You did. I admit I’m still not sure why you would bother.”
“Listen. I’m gonna be completely honest with you. That day when I heard Dom on the phone with you? Part of me was relieved. It gave me an out.”
“Because of Josh.”
“Yes. And… I admit it took a little guilt off my shoulders, because I wasn’t the only one.”
“That, I understand.” She smiles. “I’m glad you came by.”
“I’m glad you understand me now. But that’s not the only thing I came to say.”
“What else could there be?”
I sit back, debating with myself one last time if I really want to go there. But, I came this far, I might as well.
“I never told Dom this, or you obviously. But a few years ago, when you and him had that thing…” She nods, prompting me on. “There was one night I came home and you were there. I didn’t know, until I went to his door to tell him something, but I heard you talking. You were in the middle of telling him that if he really felt what he said he did for me, that he should pursue it. So—”
“You heard that?”
“I did. And I heard what he said in response. After that I walked away, I felt bad listening. The reason I’m bringing it up now though, is to say the same thing back to you. I get the idea that you gave up something back then because of me."
"What gave you that idea?" She grins a little, knowing damn well what.
“The last five or six months?”
“Good call. Yeah, I can admit that I did. But at the time, it wasn't about what I wanted, it was about what he wanted. He didn't know what I wanted anyway, so it didn't matter.”
“But that was years ago. This is now, and it matters now. And if it’s what you really want, I will now encourage you to do the same thing. Don’t hold back.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” I point to my face. She shakes her head no. “You have something that I never did. You’re in the same work. You get it. He deserves to have someone who understands him the way I couldn’t.”
“You are serious…”
I stand to leave. “So, that’s what I really came to say. I should go.” I take a few steps towards the door. Robin stands up.
“Bree, wait.” I stop and look at her, waiting for what she wants. “Thank you.”
I just smile, and give her a nod before going to the door.

Once outside and standing near my car, I’m surprised yet proud of myself that I actually did what I came to do. On top of that… I feel good about it. If I have what and who I want, both of them should, too.

ON CAMERA

I’m going to start this off by answering a question I’ve been asked by more than a few people… including Selena Frost. Although she meant it as some kind of accusation or perhaps insult, it is a valid question.

Am I entering the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal?

The answer is… no. I am not.

Now before Selena gets it into her head that this means I think I’m above the World Championship or above her… that’s not what this is at all. I wouldn’t presume to place myself higher than everyone else on the roster or higher than the company itself. My name isn’t Selena Frost.

But I do have a reason, and it’s a very simple one. I am the SCW Adrenaline Champion. I’ve been defending this championship most of the year so far, and I am set to defend it again this Sunday night in London. That is my responsibility, so that must be my sole focus. A few years ago, I’m sure you recall, I was a double champion. I went into a championship match as United States Champion, and came out of it still United States Champion, as well as World Champion. I did my best at the time to represent both, but it quickly became clear to me that it wasn’t fair to either championship nor to myself to try to do them both justice while spreading myself too thin.

I refuse to do something like that ever again. A wrestler is only as good as his or her focus, and I can’t be the best Adrenaline Champion I can be if I’m also trying to claim something else. So… I leave the forty of you to it. While I do have personal hopes for one or two of you… may the best man or woman win. To whoever that may be… If the night ends with Selena still champion? Please kick her ass with my blessing. There will be a time when I do set my sights on the World Championship again, but for now that isn’t my responsibility.

I have a championship to carry and defend, and that’s what I am going to do.

So, in London, I will be stepping into the ring with Marie Jones. I have to admit, I am glad that she earned this opportunity over Gavin Taylor. She made her intentions known the right way, and did what she could to keep honor around it. Gavin on the other hand…. Firstly tried to take advantage of a volatile situation and attack me, and then, he tried to lie about it. I could have forgiven calling his shot in the manner he tried, plenty of people have done the same, myself included, over the years. What I cannot overlook though… is the audacity of trying to cover it up when called out on it! If it had been up to me, he would have lost out on challenging me for that alone. Except it wasn’t up to me, so he faced the woman who stopped him from jumping me in a contendership match instead.

Marie, I know I thanked you on social media for your assistance, but I will say it again with a larger audience – thank you. You’ve often been one to stand up for what’s right and just about this business we both love. You were taught well by one of the most decorated and respected women in this business, your mother. You’re rather well decorated yourself, I would be remiss to mention. I’m happy and dare I say honored to be defending against you, in one of the greatest cities in the world.

But that’s where my pleasantries end. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t plan on doing anything underhanded or even the slightest bit sketchy to fight you and remain champion. Those days are behind me. I do however plan on meeting you in the ring and doing the same thing I always do. Bring my very best, give it all to you, and have confidence in myself that my very best is and will be enough to beat you and remain Adrenaline Champion. I know it’s not going to be easy and honestly? I prefer it that way. I can’t keep proving myself to be one of the best in this business if I’m not fighting the hard fight every time the bell rings.

Given that my last match, against Selena Frost, ended in a less than satisfactory way, I feel the need to point that out. She and I were both, quite literally, on the ropes when the decision was take away from us to determine who was the better woman that night. I know she’ll say it was her, while I’m quite confident in the idea that it was me. But, thanks to the interference of others… we don’t know that.

I don’t want that to be the case at Taking Hold of the Flame with you, Marie. I want there to be no question when the bell rings that the woman with her hand raised and the championship belt in her arms was the better woman. We both know how capable we are. We both want the very best for SCW and the championship we’re fighting for. We’re both perfectly able to be the one leaving London with it in our possession.

The truth of the matter, though… is that the Adrenaline Championship is currently in my possession. I am it’s keeper, I am the one responsible for it’s defense, it’s honor, it’s reputation. The longer it stays in one person’s hands, the stronger it’s honor and reputation is. Lux Veritatis tells us that the longer the light shines on a singular truth, the more undeniable it becomes. I’ve kept that light steady from becoming champion, through four defenses and three challengers, and now it leads me down a path where Marie stands in the way of my ability to continue upholding my responsibility.

Therefore it’s my duty to ensure that I leave London the same way I arrived. With the Adrenaline Championship in my capable hands.

Marie, I’m looking forward to the challenge I know you’ll present me. You’ve been impressive since your return to SCW. I’m positive that you’ll be just as impressive in the ring with me, and that you’ll make me work to keep what I’ve earned. But make no mistake… I do plan to keep it.

That is the truth… and the truth always wins.