High Roller Wrestling Presents: All In Episode Ten Results

BACKSTAGE
“Hellooooooooo Las Vegas!”

The camera shows Lola Dane standing in front of a curtain near the beginning of the show. She is dressed in her wrestling gear and does a big wave to the camera

“Lola here and we are about to kick this night off with a big bang! Now will I win? No clue! Am I gonna go out there and have a blast and do my best! Absolutely! My opponent isn’t gonna make it easy but why would they be here if they were going to?”

Lola turns to someone a bit off camera with a nod of her head

“I guess they are about to play my music. So I won’t sit here and yippy yap when I should be out there skipping to the ring and getting ready for an awesome match. It’s time to go All In and kick the night off with an awesome match. Let’s do this Vegas!”

Lola grins as her music starts to play in the arena. She opens up the curtain about to head out before sticking her tongue out at the camera before we cut to ringside

BACKSTAGE
The Socialites are in their locker room with their friend and personal trainer Marisol Vilaro.

Vanessa Page:I know you’re in a tough spot, Mari, with Danielle, Rickey, and I all apart of Team Vilaro.

Marisol Vilaro:It isn’t the most ideal situation but we have been in positions like this before.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Exactly, Mari, and we get through it because Team Vilaro is a strong and unified unit.

Marisol Vilaro:Damn right we are.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Now when I asked V to join me here in HRW I wasn’t aware that Ricky and Bobby were signing here.

Marisol Vilaro:It happens which means I have to make sure the line of communication streams through all of Team Vilaro.

Vanessa Page:That’ll help but for now we are going to step into the ring with Bobby and Ricky aka The Inspired…

Marisol Vilaro:You four are no doubt going to steal the show.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:Because we are the entire show. We all know that I asked you, V, to come out here to Vegas because there was a void that needed to be filled. A void that can and will be filled by us because there is no doubt that we are the standard of any tag team in the world.

Vanessa Page:We will do so by making our way into the HRW Tag Team title scene. So enjoy these precious moments while you can Mighty Nightfall because when Danielle and I get our shot at those pretty little belts of yours you will have a mighty downfall.

Marisol Vilaro:Because they are not only The Socialites but we are Team Vilaro and when it is all said and done both of these teams will be dripping in gold.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Izzi Grimes and Chloe Night, the HRW Tag Team Champions, known as The Mighty Nightfall, ready to speak on their upcoming match.

Izzi Grimes: What’s up, everyone? Chloe and I have a big match coming up! I got my wish! We are defending our championships and being fighting champions! That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? And It looks like The Alliance is next in line. Jordan Archer & Zachary Moss. What do you think, Chloe? Do you think they have a shot against us?

Izzi’s brow furrowed as she looked over at her partner.

Chloe Night: Well, apparently they DO have a shot at us… Not sure how they EARNED it if I’m being honest.

Chloe replied in her usual sassy tone, taking a little dig at the opponents.

Chloe Night: Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t complaining about having to defend the titles. We said it since we won these…

Both her and Izzi raised the HRW tag titles.

Chloe Night: That we won’t run from a fight, that we won’t hide and we would take on anybody stepping to us. But Zach… Didn’t you and Jordan lose to the Daughters Of Janus in your last match?

Izzi nodded in agreement as Chloe spoke.

Izzi Grimes: So let me get this straight… We beat Daughters of Janus to be the tag champs. Then The Alliance lost to Daughters of Janus and now… They’re getting championship shots against us? I mean, yeah, we want to be fighting champions but give it to a team that deserves it, maybe? It doesn’t matter now though. Chloe and I are going to take out anyone in our way and tonight? It’s Zachary and Jordan.

Chloe Night: First of a long list.

Chloe added, bumping fists with her tag partner.

Chloe Night: The HRW tag team titles have had a bit of a rocky history to say the least, y’all saw that. Luckily, the Mighty Nightfall are now here to make them legit again, to bring back the prestige they lost. Not sure how much prestige a win against The Alliance is gonna restore but hey, we all gotta start somewhere.

The tag champions cracked a smile.

Chloe Night: Zachary, Jordan. We’ll see you out there in a minute. As for any other team in HRW? Pay attention to this match, this is what you’re gonna be up against.

Izzi wrapped her arm around Chloe and smirked.

Izzi Grimes: That’s right! So either put up or shut up! Though I have a feeling that Chloe and I are going to make you all shut up.

The two shared a laugh as the walked off and the scene cuts away.

BACKSTAGE
Charity was getting real sick and tired of the disrespect she was getting from some people here in HRW. I mean she literally outsmarted destiny. Charity played the game better than destiny ever could. Charity proved her point about Destiny. That she can't beat someone unless they get taken out beforehand. I mean Destiny did cash in her briefcase when the champ was down. So did she really deserve that title. The answer is no. Charity could think of someone more deserving of that title but we won't get into that right now. Tonight charity was teaming with Jack Graves against Pattie and Jack Danielson. Now she hated teaming with people she didn't know. I mean, could she trust jack? Probably not. But don't worry Charity is always one step ahead of everyone. Charity was sitting in front of a mirror getting her makeup done. Her best friend Kali wasn't here yet. Her husband Andrew was getting them a coffee. Charity would start rambling to the makeup artist.

CHARITY MICHEALS -
You know this sucks. I mean why would management make me have to team with someone I don't even know. Don't get me wrong, I know who Jack is. But why couldn't they just make the damn match one on one. I don't need a tag team partner to end pattycakes. Have I not made her life hell already?! Uh. I seriously think management is being biased.

Charity would scrunch her nose when she saw Chance Lopez step behind her.

CHARITY MICHEALS -
May I help you? You're blocking my view. I swear the mirror screeched a little bit when you stepped in front of it.

Charity would laugh. Chance would just shake head at her little remarks.

Chance Lopez -
Wow Charity you really hurt my feelings with your smart remark. I'm not here to have mean girls fight with you. I'm here because it's my job. Tonight you're teaming with Jack Graves against Pattie and Jack Danielson. Are you worried about teaming with someone you're not associated with?

CHARITY MICHEALS -
Chance: why would I be worried about having to team with Jack. I mean he's fantastic in the ring. Which I'm sure he's going to have my back out there. Just like I will have his back. I mean I don't know what his issues are with the other jack but tonight is the night I send pattycakes packing. That thorn in my side needs to go. I have a title to win. I don't care what title it is. Charity Michaels will have gold around her waist before 2023.

Just as Chance was about to ask her another question. The former tag team champion Alexandria Monroe would step into view. She had a smile on her face. Charity was a bit annoyed that Alex was standing beside her.

CHARITY MICHEALS -
Well if it isn't the former tag team champion. Not much of a tag team anymore huh. I mean how long before you take off.

Alex let out a sigh. Chance stood off to the side. Keeping the cameras on them.

ALEXANDRIA MONROE -
Someone is bitter. I don't plan on leaving Charity. I have goals here in HRW. I won't be leaving empty handed. You should focus on your match tonight. I heard from a little bird that Pattie plans on breaking you in half. All that makeup won't be able to hide the beating she's going to give you.

Charity would stand up. She was furious at Alex's remarks.

CHARITY MICHEALS -
You call it bitter, I call it being real. Alex you're literally facing the doormat of HRW Ethan Turner. Viola isn't any better. Pattycakes is all talk Alex. Besides, I have a secret weapon.

Chance was still standing off to the side. She had the camera still pointed on them.

ALEXANDRIA MONROE -
Yup, still bitter. Ethan did beat destiny quicker than you did. He can't be that much of a doormat. Viola really is memorable. But hey Good luck Charity. I have a little madness to spread around.

Alex would smile before skipping off. She was ready for triple threat match. Charity would let out a screech before walking off to find her husband.

BACKSTAGE
It's Halloween night, and we see a mini-van with a big #3 on the side ZOOMING through traffic on the highway. It seems almost cartoonish the way the van hits potholes and zips around other cars. Our Lord and Savior of Redneck Music, Toby Keith, is blaring from the car stereo as we close in on The Yee Yee Machine behind the wheel. He is dressed up as Johnny Rambo, but as if he downed his PTSD with light beer and cheap blow, rather than murdering an entire city’s police force. Danielson takes one hand off the steering wheel to fish his phone out of his pocket and set it up on the dash so he can record himself.

JACK DANIELSON:
IS THIS FUCKING THING ON???

He taps the phone screen a few times like Darla in Finding Nemo, before realizing it is in fact recording him.

JACK DANIELSON:
I’m sorry for the local of this ol’ promo-cion-al video, I just had the drop the crotch goblins off at their mother’s place for Trick-Or-Treat, and now I’m tryna get to this Hooligunnz party but I’m late as fuck and I don’t even know if I’m gonna fucking make it!

Dramatically, Jack swerves the car as he leans out of the window and flips off the person he’s passing.

JACK DANIELSON:
SIT AND SPIN THUNDER CUNT!!! I GOT PLACES TO BE!!!

Jack turns his attention back to his phone and uses his free hand to grab a beer from the floorboard of the passenger seat. He cracks it open and points at the camera with the can.

JACK DANIELSON:
But whether or not I make it to this fucking party or not, YOU CAN BET YOUR FAVORITE FUCKING NUT THAT I’LL BE AT ALL IN TOMORROW NIGHT TO WHOOP THAT BITCH ASS JACK GRAVES’ ASS UP AND DOWN THE STRIP!!!

He takes a swig of beer before continuing on.

JACK DANIELSON:
I done told that son of bitch once, that if i saw his bitch ass again it was on sight, but HRW clearly wants him DoA, BECAUSE THEY BOOKED ME IN A GODDAMN MATCH WITH THAT FUCKING NASH-VILLAGE IDIOT!!!

He crushes the beer and throws it out of the window. You can hear a car get honk in protest, but Jack just keeps on zooming.

JACK DANIELSON:
I fuck with Pattie Pearce. She’s thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and if I may be so bold, I would gladly take a headscissors from her any day, BUT THAT AIN’T THE POINT!!!

He holds up one finger while trying to grab another beer. You can hear the clan crack open off-screen as he brings it to his lips and starts to drink it.

JACK DANIELSON:
The point is, despite being a strong, talented, and phenomenal young lady, I can’t guarantee her a win tomorrow night. Not because I don’t think I can beat The Non-Navy Seaman and his Stiff Sock of a tag partner. It’ll never fucking be that, BEACAUSE I’D DOG WALK HIS ASS EVERY FUCKING NIGHT AND TWICE ON SUNDAY!!!

Jack bottoms up the beer and swerves quickly to get passed a car he didn’t initially see breaking. You can hear him hit the rumble strips as he takes the shoulder of the road and then throws the empty can out.

JACK DANIELSON:
Nah, It’s because I’m liable to stomp a mudhole in Graves so bad we get disqualified. Imma beat him every shade of the rainbow. Imma beat him so bad, they gotta legally change his name to Jack Gumby and he’ll never be able to walk on a boardwalk again due to fear of slipping through the fucking cracks because he’ll be LITERALLY FLATTENED BY MY SIZE 13 CLOWN SHOES!!! I know he’s already Heavy-Petting Lenny dumb from the lack of oxygen due to the immense amount of methane that leaks through his gaping asshole, BUT IMMA HELP HIM IMAGINE RABBITS ONE LAST TIME, GEORGE!!!

Jack grabs another beer and cracks it open. We hear a loud thud and the van pops up into the air, with Jack’s eyes going wide.

JACK DANIELSON:
WHOOPS! THAT WAS A CURB THERE!!!

This terrifying driving moment sobers him a bit, so naturally he takes a sip of his beer to even that out.

JACK DANIELSON:
Point is, unlike most week, I can’t promise a win, because I ain’t looking to wrestle Jack. I’m looking to kick his ass and I don’t care if we win this match, or lose it. I don’t care about pins, submissions or disqualifications. All I care about is kicking Jack Graves’ ass all over the MGM.

Jack chugs his beer and throws it out of the window.

JACK DANIELSON:
AND THATS…

Suddenly we hear police sirens behind Jack. His eyes go wide and a big smile gets on his face as he grabs another beer. He looks at the camera one last time.

JACK DANIELSON:
SOMETHING FOR TOMORROW!!! GOTTA GO!!! BYE!!!

Jack uses his beer hand to hit something offscreen before he attempts to stop recording on his phone. You can hear something in the car say “Ludicrous Speed Engaged” before he screams out

JACK DANIELSON:
DROP A GEAR AND DISAPPEAR!!! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN YOU FUCKING PIGS!!! ACAB!!!YEEEEEEEEE YEEEEEE!!!!

The scene ends here.

BACKSTAGE
Chance Lopez is live backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena, in front of an elaborate set.

Chance Lopez: “With me at this time… ‘Little Miss Fierce’ Pattie Pierce!”

Pattie comes into view almost visibly shaking from the pent up rage inside her, shoulders heaving. You almost imagine a storm cloud over her head pouring down a torrential downpour and lightning. Pacing like a bull in the shoot, wearing a spiked dog collar around her neck, a chain leash attached and swinging between her legs.

Chance Lopez: “Pattie, last week…”

Pattie cuts her off and rips the microphone out of her hands.

Pattie Pearce: “Pardon me, Chance but I haven’t got time for the formalities and the Q & A this week. So you take a powder and I’ll handle it from here. I’ll buy you a cocktail later after I’ve simmered down, eh?”

Pattie turns and rips the elaborate curtain backdrop down and starts jumping up and down on it.

Pattie Pearce: “You wanna know about… LAST WEEK? Let me tell you what happened last week. There was a damned robbery in Vegas, that’s what! Charity Michaels ROBBED me of my Showcase Opportunity. What is it, Charity? Just because you can’t seem to get it done around here you have to rain on the parade of a true up and comer with some actual skill? Do you feel threatened? Let me spell it out then… I am a threat. And I promise you this… you better hope and pray that the Two Jacks don’t tag us in tonight. Because if it’s the two of us in the ring alone? You can forget about the tag match. I won’t be going for a win. No no… you perpetrated a crime on me last show by robbing me. Answer me this… does the Mafia call the cops in Vegas? Hell no… they handle business themselves.”

Pattie picked up the curtain and starts tearing it to pieces in her bare hands.

Pattie Pearce: “But oh no this won’t be a robbery for a robbery. We’ve reached the point now where it's an escalation. Grievous bodily harm? Broken bones? It’s all on the table. Maybe I’ll rip every last hair from your head?! They say when you give to charity it’s tax deductible. The only thing I want to deduct from you tonight is years from your life, Charity! You’re an egg-sucking stumpy tailed cattle dog that’s sniffed around where she shouldn’t have. Tonight I’ll eat the dingo alive, baby! You’ve made me blind with pure rage, and only at this point is where I can truly see. I must annihilate you… to make you understand that crossing me is like wherever you step you’re basically walking across your own grave. It’s all just a matter of time, bet. Jack Danielson? Apologies in advance if I do something I shouldn’t to further my goals. I got no beef with you mate. I implore you and Mr. Graves to tag us in and brawl to the back for all I care. Make no mistake, it’s not revenge I’m after. It’s a reckoning. And the crowd in attendance will all be witnesses to the perfect crime. Anger is as anger does. Tonight pure ferocity will be unleashed!”

She unsnaps the leash and holds the chain between her clenched fists like a garrote ready to strangle someone.

Pattie Pearce: “If you’re gonna be a bitch, it’s best not to tangle with THE Bitch!”

She proceeds to bark and growl nearly frothing at the camera until Chance motions to the cameraman to cut the feed as the screen goes dark.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage and Alex Reeves is standing beside Sophie Grimes. For her part, Grimes is professional and courteous, while Reeves seems unusually quiet.

Sophie: Hi all! I’m here with tonight’s Showcase Championship contender, Alex Reeves.

Even the mention of that seems to stir a response in Alex. She looks away for a moment, then feigns a smile when looking back at Sophie.

Sophie: Alex, how do you feel? Your first big opportunity here in High Roller, and it’s against Veronica Sawyer too.

Alex softly, but audibly, exhales.

Alex: Sure, right, it’s against Veronica. It’s for her Showcase Title, yeah? She’s defended it how many times now? Had it for how long? More and longer than anyone else, that’s the truth of it. I could stand here and run her down, but the truth is she’s shown how good she is.

Reeves mindlessly scratches down her arm, then shakes her head.

Alex: So tonight is about me proving how good I am, showing how I measure up against her. Will I overcome her? There’s a 50/50 chance, that’s how I look at it. A 50/50 chance that I walk out with that title in my possession and end her run, end her record, change the trajectory of that title. Or a 50/50 chance that I walk out as another who fell to her.

She turns to Sophie.

Alex: I tell you what won’t happen though, I won’t walk out with my head down. I won’t walk out having given less than 100%, and even if I break in the process, I’m going to make her work for this tonight. So Ronnie, I really hope you’re as ready as I am.

There’s a brief smile.

Alex: Because if not, then that title is coming home with me.

She ends with the usual motion across her waist, before the cameras cut to the next scene.

BACKSTAGE
Veronica Sawyer: How many defenses has it been now?

The voice of our Showcase champion can be heard as the camera comes into better focus to reveal Veronica Sawyer sitting upon a golden throne. She has casually stretched out both of her legs over one arm of the throne as she sways her feet back and forth slightly. Her Showcase championship belt is displayed with pride across her lap as she appears to be taking a brief moment to count up her many defenses using her fingers.

Veronica Sawyer: I’ll be perfectly honest and admit that I haven’t exactly been keeping track. Different faces, different names, it all ends in the same way to me. With my hand raised in victory and my Showcase championship being placed back in my hands. I don’t expect this defense to be any different. Especially not when it also happens to be my birthday.

There’s a slight pause for a moment as the corners of her mouth turn upwards into what can only be described as a confident smirk. Her hands rubbing up against the golden plate of her beloved championship belt with her engagement ring shining brightly under the lights.

Veronica Sawyer: Very unfortunate for you my dear Alex. You are smart enough to be perfectly aware of how much of a challenge this is going to be for you. Perhaps the biggest one since you arrived here to High Roller Wrestling, my company, the one where I fully intend to keep dominating and make everyone well aware of exactly who is the most dominant champion on the roster. The Showcase champion is the one the entire world notices, the one the entire world talks about, and certainly the one they all envy. The one they all want to step up against inside of the ring. Why? Because even if they lose they know that I will have helped to make their careers that much more relevant. I elevate them to the next level.

Veronica takes her Showcase championship belt and carefully places it over her shoulder while she is speaking, further making herself comfortable on her throne.

Veronica Sawyer: Nothing is going to make me happier on my birthday than to add another impressive championship defense to my resume. Another poor hopeful who thought that they could be the one to put an end to the reign of a Goddess. What a ridiculous notion. Who in the right mind thinks that they can defeat a Goddess? They must be dreaming. Poor little fools and it’s such a shame that Alex would have that mindset. I was hoping she would have a much stronger head on her shoulders, but I can understand someone wanting to be able to have the bragging rights to say they defeated the best champion High Roller Wrestling has to offer. I know I would want to be able to brag if I was in their shoes.

Veronica pulls her legs back as she brings herself back into a standing position. Her Showcase championship belt still displayed on her shoulder as she tossed her blonde hair back with some extra flair making a proper show of her confidence at the moment.

Veronica Sawyer: It’s my birthday and I always give myself a gift to make it the best day possible. For tonight what I want to give myself is another victory, another milestone that I can properly celebrate, and after that I’m going to allow for my fiance to take me out to dinner. I do love being able to properly indulge after I’ve been victorious. I just hope that you brought me a little something before our match Alex, otherwise I might find it a little bit rude.

Veronica offers the camera a playful wink as she brings the palm of her hand up to her lips, blowing a kiss to the audience watching, before she strides away from the view of the camera leaving behind her throne as we cut away.

BACKSTAGE
We open backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. The camera catches various stagehands rushing around, speaking into their headsets, and making sure things run smoothly for the rest of the show. Down the hallway, we hear shouting.

Shouting: If anyone sees Destiny, you tell me first! Got it?!

The few stagehands in our shot look at each other, as if asking if anyone heard that. They all nod at each other, and make faces. Not a normal occurrence, but they don’t hear it again, so they continue running the circuits. The next time they look up, they’re all startled, as FAITHE stands in front of them. Oddly enough, they almost don’t recognize her. She’s wearing her favorite trenchcoat, and a cigarette hanging from her mouth, but her hair is up in a towel like she’d just gotten out of the shower. Still, it currently gave her the appearance of being bald. More pressing than that, she did not look happy.

FAITHE: Either of you seen Destiny yet? You tell her I’m lookin’ for her!

They look at her wide-eyed, and one of them points down the hallway. Faithe tips her cigarette to him, and walks down the hall. There she sees the current HRW Champion, Destiny Davis, who is chatting with one of the nail techs.

Destiny Davis: Girl, you got these nails looking FYE for the night. You always slay!

FAITHE, meanwhile has come up, crossing her arms and staring Destiny down. The champion doesn’t even notice at first until FAITHE clears her throat. Davis rolls her eyes and turns her head, seeming unbothered by the challenger’s presence.

Destiny Davis: You got a front row seat to what I can do last week, and tonight I’m gonna show you first hand. Why are you standing there, staring, being rude AF?

FAITHE slowly pulls the towel off her head as her hair flows down her back, a far cry from her trademark look! Destiny puts a hand over her mouth and begins to crack up as some of the backstage crew look horrified. FAITHE’s face was beaming a bright red as Destiny nods and walks around FAITHE. She takes a handful of her hair between her fingers.

Destiny Davis: Not bad, actually. I think it was time for a makeover. You low key pulled this one off.

The champion walks in front of FAITHE and stands there, looking her up and down.

Destiny Davis: Lemme guess, you’re trying to be a part of the BAD GIRLS CLUB aren’t you? Look, I’m flattered, but even with this lil makeover, I don’t think you’re BGC material. But I have to say, whoever did this lil number on your hair? You should thank her. You don’t look like a dead rat anymore….

FAITHE pulls a strand of her hair through her fingertips, trying her best to keep her cool. Without the curls, her fire red hair was now longer than the camera view they currently had!

FAITHE: You probably think you’re real cute, don’t you Destiny? Think you’re real funny, probably sneaking in and switching my shampoo or something, right?

Destiny looks almost offended that Faithe would suggest such a thing, but at the same time she can’t help but smile through it. She certainly wasn’t trying to get away scot-free.

FAITHE: But listen good, you can mess with my hair all you want. Mess with my clothes if you want too. Draw obscene shapes on my face or something, Lord knows I’ve been the first to pass out at way too many parties, so it wouldn’t be the first time. Nothing you can do to me can diminish my ability inside that ring, and it definitely can’t heighten YOUR ability. Myra and I have already teamed up once before, and we’re familiar with each other over two companies now, which is far more than I can say for your partnership with Skye. Mess with me all you want, but it’s not going to stop us from pinning you tonight!

By now, Faithe’s passion had gotten the better of her, and she had begun to inch forward. Although she looked a bit ridiculous, you could still see the fire in her eyes. In response, Destiny takes a small step back, to keep Faithe out of her face. Faithe’s usual laidback demeanor had disappeared, it was clear Destiny had gotten under her skin.

FAITHE: Furthermore, I think you know you have your work cut out for you tonight AND when you defend that title. Otherwise I don’t think you’d give me the time of day. Keep that High Roller Championship nice and warm for me, because I’m going to make sure you have the shortest reign this place has ever seen! You want to see fire? You want to see flames? You got it!

Just as it looks like Faithe was going to finally lose that cool, a fan with a VIP pass around their neck walks up and shouts Faithe’s name!

Fan: FAITHE!

The fan was no more than twelve or thirteen and her eyes lit up as she saw Faithe! She was accompanied by an older man with glasses and a crew member for HRW. Destiny sticks her tongue out as if to say ‘sorry, not this time’ to FAITHE. As the fan makes it up to the HRW champion and Faithe, Destiny smirks and points out Faithe’s hair, finally owning up to what happened.

Destiny Davis: Isn’t she so pretty? She wanted to be in the Bad Girls Club so I gave her a makeover. I think she’s SUPER PRETTY, don’t you?

The young girl half smirks, a bit shy even in demeanor, as if she doesn’t want to say anything mean to Faithe.

Fan: Faithe is always pretty! I was just hoping I could get a picture and maybe an autograph?

Destiny intervenes and holds her hand out for the girl’s phone, more than happy to have the picture taken before Faithe can change a thing!

Destiny Davis: I’d love to take your picture, I got you girl!

Faithe grits her teeth, visibly annoyed but unwilling to break face in front of the young fan. The girl looked at her with a smile on her face, how could she say no.

FAITHE: Of course…I’d love to…

The girls face lights up brighter, as she completes the hand off of her phone. Smirking, Destiny snaps several photos, all the while Faithe pushes a grin for the fans sake, but inside she was absolutely seething, especially now that Destiny had admitted to the whole thing. Moreover, Faithe believes she probably even sent herself the photos.

Once the photo is done, the girl bursts into an explosion of happiness. Destiny slips her the phone back, but she immediately bombards Faithe with tons of questions. Questions Faithe is usually very keen on answering for fans, but she was trying to keep her eyes on Davis. Destiny knew Faithe had her hands tied, thus she brought her hand up for a small wave and smirk before she backs away, leaving Faithe in the hall with the girl still trailing on.

BACKSTAGE
Myra Rivers is backstage, without her HRW Roulette Championship, and needless to say she is far from amused or happy on this night considering the events of her title defense last week against Skye Summers. As much as she is doing her best to keep her composure, there is definitely some seething anger emanating from her as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: Let’s take a moment to recap last week, shall we?

Myra’s eyes narrow with anger.

Myra Rivers: I have my defense against Skye Summers and that’s going as well as you can expect it to go for me in my first title defense. Then? She pulls some absolute BULLSHIT, actually no, the right term in this instance is CHICKENSHIT, let’s be damn honest about that one, and fools the referee into thinking that I used a chair on her and so, what ends up happening is that I get disqualified and this BITCH basically STEALS my title thinking that it belongs to her. This is in spite of the fact that a title DOESN’T change hands upon a disqualification. You know why that’s such chickenshit nonsense? Here’s the reality of the situation as I see it. Skye Summers thought she was just going to waltz into that maiin event and just win the title from me so easily. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had already assumed she was going to be challenging Jack Danielson when she had become the number one contender to begin with the night I won the title in the first place.

She probably didn’t find the idea of facing me too exciting considering that she definitely comes off as someone that’s on that ‘entitled new gen shit’ that has constantly been more prominent in this business as I’ve gotten older. But, not to stray too far from the point, she figured… “oh this old thing? She beat Jack by a fluke. I can totally beat her”.

Myra pauses and rolls her eyes showing exactly how she feels about that line of thinking.

Myra Rivers: Except… when the bell rang and when we had our match, as the match went along, she suddenly realized she was in a tougher fight than she expected… then she got worried… and then she got desperate, so she had to pull the CHICKENSHIT that she did because she suddenly realized in that moment, that she wasn’t capable of beating me the tried and true way. And now she wants to call herself a ‘champion’? Winning a match in such a chickenshit fashion that DOESN’T win you the title at all and then stealing said title makes you a champion these days?

Good lord, I worry for the state of this business when god forbid, my time being in the ring comes to an end. If people with her kind of attitude are going to be the predominant wrestlers in this business after I’m gone, I’m not so sure this is a business I would want my daughter to train into someday.

You’re no champion, Skye Summers. You’re a self-absorbed, entitled chickenshit! Alright, I’ve beaten the dead chicken on that word, let’s keep telling it like it is. See, Skye Summers isn’t the only one that wanted to shortcut her way to a championship. You’ve got the High Roller champ herself in Destiny Davis and when I see her, I’m basically hoping that Faithe can dethrone her because the way she won that title to begin with was a load of crap. She had to hijack her predecessor after he had the tag match against Faithe and I? Really? At the risk of sounding “too old for this shit”, this type of garbage wasn’t all over the damn business 15 years ago, or even 10 years ago. I’m a six-time world champion in my own right and only ONE of those six world titles that I’ve won in my career had any form of bull attached to it but at least THAT one, even when there was interference involved, wasn’t involving a champion that had already had the hell beat out of him.

But hey, let’s keep up the basic bitch nonsense, shall we? Because what I see in her is a talented wrestler with the personality of cardboard, really. Humility is a word that is not in her dictionary… or Skye’s for that matter… but Faithe and I have won a match together before in a main event and I am damn confident that tonight? We’re going to do it again because we don’t stand for the garbage that they stand for. We know what’s right for this business. And when it’s all said and done? That humble pie that they’re both going to eat at the end of it is going to be very… VERY bitter!

Myra angrily heads out of the room, having gotten everything off of her chest. She’s still maintaining her anger quite a bit as the scene fades out.