“So he admitted it? Just like that?” Autumn asked, dumbfounded, as she towelled the sweat from her face and tossed the towel back over the turnbuckle in her corner of the ring. Autumn has been my sparring partner ever since Lexy told her that I was joining in with the fun shortly before Retribution, and we’ve been using the same place that Nick and Ryan would use for training me and Lexy back in the IWC days, despite how generally run down the place was. It was basically a lockup, nothing more. Not sure it was ever more than that in all honesty, something thrown together for one person to train in that Nick ended up catching wind of and he may even own the place for all I know. I just knew that we had access whenever we wanted and that I’d never seen anyone else use it but us. Then again, I’m not sure they’d want to. I wouldn’t pay to use the place, I know that; it had a ring, a few free weights and a couple of treadmills and that was that. Was definitely a far cry from the hundred different wrestling schools owned by half the roster, let’s put it that way. But it served its purpose so I can’t complain too much. “I mean, dude, fair enough, it’s Ace Marshall and who’s more likely to brag about getting laid than him? But I can’t believe it was that easy…” she said, chuckling to herself. She wasn’t alone in that train of thought. 

“I can’t believe neither of us thought to ask sooner to be honest, love…” I told her, unable to shake the feeling that we should both feel like idiots in this situation. “Ace ain’t exactly backwards at coming forward is he? Should have just asked him to begin with, we’d have known about it a lot sooner.”

“I’m not even sure why I care,” Autumn told me, with a chuckle.”Lexy is a grown woman, she can fuck whoever she wants… I think it just turned into a meme or something, really. Like it was fun to poke the bear for a response? I dunno…”

I laughed, nodding. “Definitely get it love, believe me,” I assured her, still grinning. “But I’m also just a nosy bitch who likes to know what’s going on, so I suppose it was a two for the price of one kind of deal for me; I got to be nosy and find out some juicy gossip in the process…”

“Is it juicy?” Autumn asked me, looking thoughtful. “We were both convinced it was happening anyway, so yeah it’s cool to get confirmation, the whole I knew it moment, but…”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding as I sat down on the canvas of the ring and extended one leg out to stretch. Gripping my toes with my outstretched hand I pulled back and through the aching in my leg, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that she was probably right; we were convinced it was happening, so were we really in a different position to where we’d been before I spoke with Ace? Not really. 

“The real question is how we can use it to make her life a misery,” Autumn added, and I looked up to see a mischievous grin spread across her face as she unscrewed the cap from her bottle of water. I love this bitch, have I mentioned that?! 

“Well now, that’s a question and a half that one,” I told her, sharing her mischievous grin and adding scheming to it for good measure. “Not that we’d want to take advantage of our friend, obviously. Or make her life difficult. We’re not that mean, clearly… maybe…” I added, though I wasn’t entirely sold on my own statement, which was probably evident from the way Autumn could only chuckle at my words. 

“We wouldn’t do that, would we…” Autumn said to me, a hyenas grin fixed firmly on her gob, which told me everything I needed to know about how we were going to handle this new information… by using it any way we could to play with Lexy at every turn. “But really though, how can we even use this? I mean, I know we have to do it, because it’s just too good to pass up,” she said as I stood up and held out a hand to pull her up out of the corner she sat in too. “But I don’t really know how, you know?”

I nodded. I wasn’t exactly sure about that one myself, but there was probably a myriad of small ways we could mess with her without it being obvious too. “I guess we just have some fun with it,” I suggested. “We know for sure that it’s happening, which means we’ll know what to look out for now?”

“Look out for?” Autumn asked me as we climbed through the ropes and down to the floor. “That makes it sound like some secret agent bullshit dude, I just want to have some fun with her…”

“Me too, don’t get me wrong,” I told her as I walked to my bag to grab my own towel. “But think about it love, now that I’m on the road with you guys too, there isn’t exactly much opportunity for her to be alone with Ace, is there?” I asked, pausing to towel off my face and chest before looking back at Autumn again. “She lives at my place, she travels with both of us, we use the same hotels, the same locker room… if they’re having moments together, they’re already stealing them where they can get them. If we were to sort of… engineer it… so that she didn’t really get the opportunity to do so…”

That’s when it clicked, and Autumn’s face lit up. “I mean, it would be a crying shame if hotels got the booking wrong and they booked two singles and a double, for instance…”

“Yeah, and as I live with Lexy, it’d make no difference to me sharing a room with her anyway,” I agreed, nodding. “We shared a room back in the IWC days anyway, so it’d be just like old times even!”

“And she’d feel just awful if she found out you were looking forward to revisiting those old times so wouldn’t dare think about changing the booking to four single rooms, obviously…” Autumn smirked, looking like the cat who got the cream. “You know what, I’ve never really been interested in those business trips that she takes, until now, either…”

“Oh, good point!” I said, nodding with encouragement. “All those little meetings she has out of state, the sales pitches and what not… you definitely just found you were interested in getting more hands on with her sponsorship deals and all the links she’s been forging with various companies, I heard you say as much only last week I think it was,” I blatantly lied, really enjoying this now. 

Autumn nodded emphatically, clearly having as much fun with it as I was. “And didn’t you say the other day that you were going to have the guest room at your place remodelled?” she asked, which left me a little at a loss as to what she was getting at, until she explained. “You know, the furniture removed and the room re-decorated? Hell, maybe even an en-suite fitted or something, to make sure anyone staying there was truly comfortable!” she hinted and suddenly the penny dropped.

“Fuck, you’re right, love!” I said, snapping my fingers before pointing at her. “Definitely redecorated, for sure. Nice new paint job, new furniture and stuff… would be a shame that any house guests would have to sleep on the sofa while it was going on but it’d be worth it in the end, obviously. An en-suite may be pushing it a bit too far for the sake of messing with her though, spending so much just for a bit of a giggle.”

“Fuck it, I’ll pay for it,” Autumn said, waving the point away. Jesus, talk about being blasé with money. I mean, I know I’m not struggling for money or anything - despite the ‘fantastic’ job Lexy did negotiating my SCW contract - but throwing a few thousand at a joke is a bit much, surely?

“You must be fucking made of money love,” I told her, shaking my head as I laughed. 

“Like I already said, I’m doing alright,” Autumn told me, and she was still smirking but I could hear a bit of edge in her voice, just a touch that was maybe a bit of a warning about pushing it further. 

“Must be doing better than alright, if you’ll throw money at a joke like this,” I went on regardless. If she didn’t want to talk about it, she could tell me as much. Otherwise, it’s fair game as far as I’m concerned. “You’re already topping up my bloody paycheque simply because Lexy said you would, and that’s bonkers in itself… why on earth would you even agree to that?” I asked her; I’d been unable to get my head around that one since the moment she agreed to it and I still wasn’t any the wiser now. Maybe I’d finally get some answers. 

Autumn let out a sigh before shrugging. “I don’t really like talking about it, because I don’t want to be another rich douche bag like Blake Mason or David Helms, but the truth is I kind of have more money that I know what to do with…” Autumn admitted, rubbing at the back of her neck like she was embarrassed to be talking about it. “So I indulge Lexy’s shit because it helps me spend some of it or whatever… even when it’s insane stuff like paying part of someone else’s paycheque…” she added, with a smirk that I returned back to her. At least she knew it was insane, which was a slight relief. 

“Wait, you’re Blake-rich?” I asked, before scoffing. “Shouldn’t you be spending your money on a yacht or opening a wrestling school if that’s the case?” I asked her. I mean, that’s what every other cunt who has money does, isn’t it? 

Autumn laughed. “Sure,” she said, sarcastically. “I can open the Autumn Valentine School For Kids Who Want To Read Good And Do Other Good Stuff Too, or something,” she suggested before laughing it off. “Honestly? All I want is to live my life and maybe get some fucking screen time once in a while, but it doesn’t matter how much money you have, you can’t buy that last one in SCW, I’ve learned that one…”

“Unless you dress up as a bear, anyway…” I told her, smirking. 

Her eyebrows went up. “You saw that?” She asked me before grinning. “Sad thing is, that’s probably the most screen time I’ve had since Ryan got hurt and Zero Fucks had to be shelved. Can’t say it wasn’t fun, but fuck if that isn’t an indication of how much of a crap that place gives about me, I dunno what is, dude…”

“Then I guess we just have to dial things up a little, huh?” I suggested, grinning mischievously at her. “You, me, Lexy and Ace, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t be all over the show if we cause enough trouble around the place… it’s not like any of us are strangers to that, is it?”

“Power in numbers you mean?” Autumn asked me, before nodding. “I know from experience that does work…”

“You and me both love, you and me both…” I agreed.

“Infamous and Monarchy coming together, who’d have thought it?” Autumn said with a smirk and I couldn’t help laughing. 

The idea of that happening a few years ago wouldn’t have been unimaginable in all honesty. One of one group hating half the other, etc. Yet here we were, ex-Monarchy and ex-Infamous working together. “Funny how things work out, ain’t it?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Then again, I suppose Lucas was in Infamous before he put Monarchy together with Trin, so maybe I shouldn’t be that shocked…”

“Don’t get me started,” Autumn told me, though being honest I’m not entirely sure what she was going on about. Thankfully she explained, because I was a bit lost. “When me and Ryan first started dating, he ended up living with Lucas, stayed there for a fair bit before he bought a place with his cousin Thomas… we worked together for years and he’s still friends with Ryan, yet whenever I see him, he still gets my name wrong. I’m convinced he does it on purpose!”

“That does sound like him, I won’t lie…” I admitted, with a grin. Lucas may have turned over a new leaf, but that doesn’t mean he became Mother Theresa overnight either. The only habits in his life were bad ones. 

“That was a different time though,” Autumn went on, as I mused about Lucas’ personality traits. “It was so much fun back then, but it was ten years ago now… wow, saying that makes me feel so old...”

“You’re younger than me, love, so if that’s the case, what am I?” I replied with a laugh. “I try not to think about how many years have passed since the IWC days though, if I can help it. I had a blast but don’t want to live in the past, if you get what I mean…”

“Yeah… yeah, I get it,” Autumn told me with a small nod of the head. “It’s not like it’s been that long since you were in the ring though. You were in that other fed until you got hurt, right?” She asked. Other fed. That cut a bit, I won’t lie, but I guess there’s no law saying you have to know about every company on the planet. Then her face split into a grin. Evidently my own features had been betraying me and gave away that I was a bit hurt by the remak. “Had you for a moment, admit it…”

“Alright, you got me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But you’d be surprised how many wankers live in a closed bubble in this business. There’s a couple of dickheads on Livewire that are either stupidly elitist or just stupid in general, and don’t pay attention to anything that isn’t GCW. It’s bizarre.”

“I may not really care about the wider wrestling world, but I at least know about other companies,” Autumn told me, as she took another sip from her water. “I mean, we get so many people drifting between SCW and GCW that it’s hard not to know about the place anyway, right?” 

“Pretty much,” I told her, nodding. 

It wasn’t a joke either, there’s plenty of people who’ve made the jump between the two, or have connections to the other one, trained by SCW stars or started their careers in GCW, a whole host of reasons. Hell, even Ace was in GCW for a hot minute before he evidently decided he didn’t give a shit. “So,” Autumn said, as she started to pack her bag, which was a huge fucking relief, because on top of the sparring we’d done, I was worried she was going to want to do cardio too, but I just didn’t have that in me. “You want to grab something to eat while we’re out, or we just gonna call it a day?” 

I went to open my mouth to respond but before I could reply, someone else did it for me. “Or maybe we could hit the nearest bar and line up some drinks,” they said, and we both turned to look toward the door of the building where the voice had come from to see Nicholas Jaxx standing there, with an obnoxiously big grin on his face as he had his arms opened wide in some sort of dumb ‘surprise’ gesture. “Or maybe a strip club… they’re open pretty much around the clock, we could go make someone’s month?” he suggested and Autumn chuckled to herself but I just turned back to my bag and started putting my stuff away. 

“Day drinking isn’t our thing,” I told Nick, my back turned to him as I zipped my bag up, ignoring the obvious lie that my statement was entirely comprised of. I’d drink any time of the day, I mean it’s usually five o’clock somewhere, right? But not this time. “And unless you turned into a drunk, Nick, that’s not your style either… well, the strip club is I guess, I mean you had to have met your wife somewhere I suppose…” 

The grin on his face faltered as I said that, but I turned from him to Autumn, not really wanting to speak to him if I could help it. “Ouch,” Autumn muttered quietly so only I’d hear what she said. “That was cold?” she added, but I shrugged my head, not dismissing the question but more saying I’d explain later, which she seemed to pick up on, thankfully.

I could just tell that Nick was putting on a brave face now, as he nodded thoughtfully. The smile was back, but it looked faker than it was before, which told me my comments touched a nerve. “Ready, love?” I said to Autumn and she looked between me and Nick, unsure what to say. 

“Can I have a minute before you head off, babydoll?” Nick said to me, and my sigh sounded so stupidly loud in the silence inside of the room, I’m surprised birds didn’t scatter or something equally as cliched, but life doesn’t always have perfect timing I guess. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Autumn said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously. “But I’ll call you later or something?” she added as she started backing towards the door. 

“Nah love, wait for me outside, this won’t take long,” I told her, confidently. “We can go grab a bite to eat like you said… two minutes tops…” I assured her and she looked uncertain but she nodded anyway and threw her bag over her shoulder as she headed for the door. Nick held it open for her and she nodded her thanks to him before heading outside, leaving me and Nick alone. “You’ve got one minute,” I told Nick as the door swung shut behind Autumn as he looked at me. “Clock’s ticking too, so get on with it…”

He walked inside the room and over to where I was standing, his cocksure attitude all but gone, which was unusual for the cockiest bastard I’d ever met. He almost looked fragile, but I forced myself to not care. He didn’t deserve that from me. “Surprised you still use this place,” he said, running a hand along the apron of the ring as he passed and came to a stop a foot or so away from me. 

“You have sixty seconds, do you want to waste it on small talk?” I asked, not really interested in discussing the merits of the place or my reasons for using it… mostly because I don’t really know why I was still using it, in all honesty. But I didn’t want him thinking it was the connection to him either, which made it something of a double edged sword.

“When I asked for a minute, I wasn’t being quite so literal,” he replied, sighing. “How’ve you been doing?” he asked, leaning back against the ring as he looked at me. “Saw you’d signed with SCW at last… took you long enough to make it there, doll.”

I rolled my eyes. “I was fine where I was,” I told him, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that I was kind of happy over the decision I’d made too. “And I don’t think you get to ask me how I’ve been doing by the way… I think that kind of question stopped being any of your concern a few years ago…”

“So I can’t even ask how you are?” Nick asked, somewhere between astonished and pissed off. 

“Not when you contributed to how shit I was doing no!” I told him. “Thirty seconds left… tick tock…”

“Jesus Christ, Kat,” he said, sounding frustrated. “Can you act like a grown up for two fucking seconds?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air, clearly annoyed at how I was acting with him. He fucking deserved it, as far as I was concerned. 

“You mean like you did when you led me down the garden path?!” I shouted at him, pointing at him. “You lied to me, Nick! You lied to me, to get into my fucking knickers… you told me that things with you and Kayleigh were dead, that you were unhappy and wanted out… and like a fucking idiot, I believed it!”

“It was the truth!” Nick protested, almost snarling through gritted teeth before he tried to reign it in again. “You seem to be under the illusion that I was making all of it up, but I wasn’t!” he insisted, but I scoffed at the statement. 

You don’t turn up to a fucking celebration with a woman on your arm that you claim makes so depressed at every waking moment of the bloody day, that’s ridiculous. “Bollocks,” I spat, glaring at him. “You used me, Nick. And I fell for it. I was the stereotypical dumb bitch that believes the arsehole husband is going to leave the cunt wife for her, I fell for it hook, line and sinker didn’t I? And now, after what, two years, you swan back in here to ask how I’ve been doing?” I yelled, visibly shaking, I was so angry.

“I didn’t want to ghost you!” he said, more than just a hint of pleading in his voice, as if he was desperate for me to believe him. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. “When Kayleigh found out what was going on, she forced me to cut all ties with you… fucking hell doll, do you think it was easy for me to do that?!” 

“Yeah, I do love!” I told him, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder. “Because you did it without a moment’s hesitation. Your wife told you to stop speaking to me and you did. After everything you said about leaving her, getting a divorce, about us… you picked her over me and now you expect me to give you a big hug and act like I’m pleased to see you?!” I asked with as much bitterness as I could manage and I could see Nick’s jaw clench, like he was holding back a response as we both stood there in an uncomfortable silence. “Time’s up, love… I’ll leave you to lock up,” I told him before making to walk away. 

His hand caught me by the elbow to stop me leaving, which worked in the sense that it did stop me but I snatched my arm from his grip straight away. “I’m not here for a hug and a catch up,” he told me. “I just wanted to say sorry for what I put you through and that I want nothing but the best for you in SCW. That’s all…” 

His hand was still raised, despite me throwing it from my arm, but he moved it to his face and rubbed at the stubble on his chin before lowering it to his pocket as he sighed. “I’m surprised you could get away from Kayleigh long enough to show your face,” I scoffed, shooting him the coldest look I could muster, which only deflated him further. 

“Kayleigh doesn’t have any say where my life is concerned anymore,” he mumbled, talking to his own feet more than anything. 

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suddenly lost. 

Nick finally found the balls to look up from his feet and look me in the eye. “We’re not together anymore. Kayleigh and me. We split up,” he told me, and a shiver ran up my spine as he said it. 

But the initial thoughts that ran through my mind in the time it took for a single skipped heartbeat were quickly pushed aside with anger. “Oh, so that’s your game, huh? Your bitch of a wife finally kicks you to the curb and you come sniffing around here because you know I’ll be--”

“I left her,” he told me, cutting me off in my tracks. “Six months ago…” he added, probably for emphasis, knowing that it would be like twisting the knife after he’d stuck it in my gut. Why?! Why the fuck had he come here and told me this?! How was I supposed to process this information?! I wanted to punch him! I wanted him to grin at me with that shit-eating grin of his just so I could slap it off of his face! I wanted to… fuck… I…

“I can’t do this right now,” I told him, my fist balled up in my sweat-soaked her behind my head. “I just can’t… I’m… I’m s--... goodbye Nick,” I finished lamely, as I turned and walked off as quickly as my aching legs would carry me, heading for the door. I refused to look back, I wasn’t going to second guess my choice to walk out of there, and even as he tried to call after me, I continued to walk until I was outside and the cool breeze hit me like a sheet of ice that turned the sweat on my body into icy droplets. Or so it felt anyway. Christ, I’m ready for summer! 

Autumn, who was sat leaning against the hood of her car, stood up as I walked over to her. “What the fuck was that all about?!” she asked, as I dropped my bag on the floor and leant against her car with both hands, breathing heavily. “Hey, are you okay dude?” she asked, and I felt her hand on my shoulder. It was only then that I realised I was trembling. “Kat, are you okay?” she asked again, and I could hear the concern in her voice, but all I could do was nod. 

I hate that dickhead inside of that building, I swear to god, I do. No man has ever messed me up like he did when he used me the way he did, no man has ever hurt me as much as Nicholas Jaxx did… and just like fucking that, he swans back into my life and turns it upside down all over again. Fuck you Nick. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on you wanker! I hate him! I. Hate. Him. So why the fuck am I this rattled? And why the fuck was I happy among other things when he said he’d broken up with his wife? Fuck this bollocks… day drinking sounded like a good idea after all. “I need you to take us to the nearest bar straight away love,” I told Autumn, reaching down to grab my bag before walking around to the passenger side door of Autumn’s car. “Because I need a drink… and maybe then I’ll be able to explain exactly what just happened,” I added, before opening the door and climbing in. I’d get an Uber back to my place in Thousand Oaks, my car could stay where it was for the time being. I needed a drink and if Autumn wasn’t going to join me, I’d go on my own. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything but simply got in the car and started it up. There better be a bar open somewhere nearby, that’s all I’m going to say. Because even a ten dollar beer would do… I just needed something to take the edge off and convince me that I’d be an idiot to entertain letting that fuck back into my life. I probably wouldn’t listen to myself either way, but it was worth a try, surely…

The video opens to show a single silver and black stool chair in the middle of the room, with plain black curtains hanging at an angle to the left and right which frame a white projector screen in the middle of the backdrop. Movement catches the eye from the right of the screen as Lexy Chapel walks into the shot wearing a black pants-suit and white blouse, taking a seat on the stool before looking into the camera and smiling broadly as she begins to speak. “Sup, fuckers!” the enthusiastic blonde says with a broad grin on her face as she throws her arms out wide in a welcoming gesture. “And welcome to the Lexy Chapel Presents special, ‘Be Careful What Lexy Wishes For’!” she adds, her grin somehow growing wider still despite the fact that it was beaming already. 

“That’s right, another pay per view has arrived and when Lexy Chapel promises big things around this place, Lexy Chapel delivers!” Lexy says, though we’re not entirely sure why she’s referring to herself in the third person. Lexy is as Lexy does, a law unto herself. “And this coming weekend, Lexy Chapel is presenting her entire client base in one spectacle, one showstopper to prove that this group is going places, that this group of super-talents is going to blow the competition out of the water and why they will be rising up the rankings in no time at all! Wait… do we still have rankings in SCW, or is that just another thing that disappeared with the lacklustre management around this place?”

Lexy smirks. “They should have made me the showrunner for SCW, that’s what they should have done. Can you imagine? Lexy Chapel Presents: Breakdown! What a sight that would have been, what a spectacle… but no, instead we get the old hound dog looking guy back, and fair enough, they just didn’t have the vision to see what a younger, more enthusiastic mind could do for the company, but that, my dear fuckers, is to your benefit, because now you get to witness my Angels and our vision for this company from the inside instead… wait, that sounds wrong! Shut up, I didn’t mean… ugh,” she says, cringing as someone can be heard laughing from off camera. Presumably Kat Kelly. 

“What I’m trying to say, is that while I may not be in charge of the entire product, because the board of fuddy duddies doesn’t have the artistic vision to imagine how great that would be, my LexyCorp has the ability to influence and improve the product from inside of the ring instead!” Lexy continues, trying to rescue things after her unintentional innuendo… which sounds like a fantastic wrestling move name, so we’ll make note of that for later! “And this Sunday, on Supreme Championship pay per view, you lucky sons of guns get to witness once again, just what Lexy Chapel Presents is capable of when six giants…” she says, pausing before correcting herself. “When five giants and Crystal…” she continues before thinking again before starting over.

“When three giants of the business take on three ungrateful bitches in the tag match to end all tag matches!” Lexy finally decides on, happy with herself for coming to a decision. “And so, my dear fuckers, with that summary in mind and without further adieu, Lexy Chapel presents… Kat Kelly!” she finishes, before standing up and applauding as the screen fades to black.

:: SHIT.TALKING.WITH.KAT.KELLY ::

The video then fades from the black screen, and we see Kat Kelly sitting on the same silver and black stool, with black curtains hanging in the background behind her. Kat seems to be chuckling to herself and she has to take a second to compose herself before turning her attention to the camera in front of her. “I’d just like it to be known that none of you are going to experience my insides,” she tells the camera, chuckling again as she shakes her head. “If that’s the kind of content you want, then go tip Ace on his OnlyFans account, I’m sure he has a price for literally everything,” she adds, smirking before taking a breath to pull herself together. 

“So I wonder how many people are going to talk about the name of the show?” Kat muses as she pushes a strand of hair from her face. “I’m sure we’ll get cliches on both sides with that one, sorta like Republicans versus Democrats where the names concerned, with some people thinking it’s witty to tell their opponent that it’s fitting because they should be careful over what they wish for, while the rest take the piss out of it for being the best name the marketing team could come up with or words to that effect,” she says with a shrug. “Me personally, I couldn’t give a rats arse what this place wants to name its shows. They could call the pay per view Ace Marshall’s Wild Ride for all I care, it doesn’t make much of a difference… bitches still gonna be getting slapped when all’s said and done, ain’t they?” 

Kat smirks. “Which is why we’re here, ain’t it? What it all boils down to is that we’re paid to beat the snot out of one another for your enjoyment and what the show is called don’t mean jack shit as long as your wrestling crackheads get your fix. You’re jonesing for your shot of fight actions and we’re the dealer that’s supplying your habit while you line our pockets for the privilege. I bought a new bed last week with my merch bonus, so cheers for that, appreciate it.”

Kat winks obnoxiously into the camera before laughing. “Like Lexy said though, another pay per view is here, and shit the bed, it doesn’t seem like two minutes has passed since I turned up at Retribution and kicked Crystal in the face,” she says, smiling at the memory of that moment. “Yet in that time, I’ve competed twice, won my debut match and even pushed the world champion to his limit in a match someone like me had no right being involved in, in all honesty… while some people have done nothing but get shown up at every turn and lost every match they’ve been booked in. Won't mention any names there, but as a hint, it rhymes with Pistol Achoobitch… Gesundheit,” she says, smirking. 

“So what’s in store this time, huh?” Kat asks, moving on. “Retribution, we pulled a rabbit out of the hat, not because of Autumn’s victory because we all know Autumn is better than most of the pricks employed in this gaff, but because not a single one of you knobheads saw our little surprise coming…” she continues, smirking oh so smugly as she does so. “But what do we have in store for this Sunday night? How are we going to shock the world or pull of a blinder or… piss you cunts off, most likely… which is a bloody good question, but the answer probably isn’t the one you’re expecting. Quite simply, we’re going to go out there and win!” she says, without a hint of doubt in her voice. 

For emphasis, she nods her head slowly. “You heard me,” she affirms. “This weekend… no games. No surprises, no shocks, no sudden appearances through the crowd. This weekend, we go out there and simply put; we win. Because at this point… if Crystal Zdunich hasn’t learned her fucking lesson about how badly she fucked up turning her back on Lexy then all hope’s fucking lost for her, let’s be honest…”

“She’s already been fed to us one by one by management, giving her opportunity after opportunity to prove she made the right choice by turning her back on Lexy and she failed each and every time,” she continues. “Chance after chance, shot after shot, and Crystal dropped the ball each and every time, failed each and every time… she’s failed in every match since she walked out on Lexy Chapel and if that doesn’t speak for itself then I don’t know what the fuck does!”

“And Doom and Gloom?” Kat says, before laughing. “They didn’t even get far enough along to even have a chance to stab Lexy in the back, they just showed how ignorant they were right off the bat by ignoring her offer and trying to manhandle her in the process of refusing to even listen. Think about this for a second; a team who’s crowning achievement in this gaff is to win a tournament that wasn’t even held by SCW before becoming part of the scenery but in the background,” she continues, rolling her eyes. “They’re more relevant than ever before right now, but not for what they’ve achieved themselves in SCW but because Lexy can’t get their damn tag name right, to the amusement of many people!”

She points to herself, nodding. “And that shit is infectious, I’m not gonna lie,” she admits, laughing. “I already did it once, didn’t I? Calling them Doom and Gloom instead of Doom and Groove… maybe that’s disrespectful, or maybe it’s just a bit of silliness, oh Lexy got it wrong, isn’t it amusing, let’s all have a chuckle,” she continues, pretending to guffaw. “But that’s up to you two, you can make of it whatever you want; opinions are like arseholes, every twat has one. Fair enough. And I’m sure I’m doing you both a disservice, I’m sure you have a long list of achievements outside of SCW, wherever you’ve been before arriving here… but so have I.”

“Problem is, none of it really matters,” Kat explains, shrugging. “Sure, I brag about mine and Lexy’s tag run in the IWC, I mean it was SCW’s sister fed, but at the end of the day, when you’re in a place like this, the only thing that matters if what you’ve done in the place like this…” she adds, nodding.

“And in that sense, I’m in the same boat as the two of you,” Kat admits. “I’ve done diddly and fucking squat here as well… but do you know who has? Ace Marshall. Autumn Valentine. They’re two of the most decorated in this company! A woman with zero fucks to give about anything and a guy who pushes the envelope for fun… and you have Crystal. Aren’t you guys fucking lucky?”

Kat rolls her eyes before shaking her head sadly. “But hey, maybe this is the week where we’re proven wrong, huh?” she asks, smiling sweetly. “Maybe this is the week where Crystal remembers she’s paid to wrestle, or where Doom and Gloom pick up a huge win that puts them on the map… or maybe, just maybe, Lexy Chapel Presents once again shows the fans of this gaff that while we may not always take things seriously, that we mean serious business when we step into that ring.”

“And that to me, simply means that you three are fucked, this sunday night…” Kat says with a shrug. “Something Wicked This Way Comes, folks… and when all’s said and done, we’ll have three sad little bastards that have to accept that spurning Lexy Chapel’s offer was a mistake instead of just the one that we have right now. But hey, three is easily enough to form a fun little club of your own… you can comfort each other in defeat after we’re done. Ta-ta,” she says, wiggling her fingers in goodbye towards the camera before the scene fades to black.

“And there you have it, fuckers…” Lexy Chapel states as the scene fades back in to show Lexy sat on the stool instead, beaming to the camera. “This isn’t just a joke to us, oh no no no…”

“This is the beginning of something beautiful here in Supreme Championship Wrestling,” Lexy informs the camera, sounding truly delighted by the fact. “I said that I wanted to make something great and look at what we already have! A collective of some of the best this business has ever seen, and this is just the beginning!”

“This weekend… Lexy Chapel Presents the future of SCW,” she continues, truly standing behind her words. “But before that… this weekend, it’s going to be Lexy Chapel Presents… the victors! The winners! The stars of the fucking show!” 

“And that, fuckers… is something you can take to the bank,” Lexy promises, complete with huge smile. “Because when Lexy Chapel makes a promise… she delivers! Aaaand… scene!” she finishes, bringing a film clapper board up to the camera from somewhere off screen, snapping the bar on the top shut with a resounding clap and as she does, the video cuts to black.