Vanguard #26 (09/06/23)

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It was just as the opening video package played when the crowd was silenced. The lights completely dim as a single gold pyro shot from the stage. “Mud to Gold” began to play over the PA system of the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida.

Within a few seconds, our HYBRID Global Heavyweight Champion emerged from behind the black gorilla curtain. Sporting a black button down shirt, and a pair of tan, plaid pants, the title was draped over his shoulder. A pair of Tom Ford Bertran sunglasses on his face as he made his way down to the ring. There was nothing typical about this entrance today. He wasn’t jawing with the fans, bragging, being boisterous as he made his way down the ramp. He got to the ring and hopped up on the apron, before stepping between the middle and the top rope.

He walked over and shouted at Spirit Montego to hand him a microphone. Once she complied, he tapped it twice as his music faded to nothing. The lights stayed dim, the single gold spotlight locked on as he stood in the center of the ring.

Duke Andrews: Let me start this off by saying that this is just business. Nothing more, nothing less.

A deep breath from the champion as he adjusted his title over his shoulder. His head cocked to the side as he looked at the reflection of the light off of the golden face of the title.

Duke Andrews: I spent my entire life building my resume, fighting night in and night out to prove that I was the single greatest wrestler on the planet. I started off hitting it lucky and signing with a promotion that was in my backyard. Professional Wrestling Today. I took my lumps as I moved to the International Championship Wrestling Alliance. I almost got fired because I made it to the big leagues of territory wrestling and took my foot off the fucking gas. A slap of reality and I went back with my best friend David Van Dam and started over. Honing my craft. Day in and day out, proving that the phrase ‘Epitome of Perfection’ is more than just a fucking motto. It’s a way of life. From there I began my world wide approach. Winning titles in Mexico, Japan, the UK, Saudi. Chasing the money and the fame and kicking every ass that stepped before me. Now I’m sitting here, a private jet from my house, thanks to my neighbors the DeVos Family…

A brief hiccup in the thought process as the mixed crowd loved and hated Dick and Betsy.

Duke Andrews: Boo all you want, you’re nothing more than the trash that they allow into their building!

Cheap heat was always a sure fire way to get the crowd back to being red hot. Something that the youth of this business know nothing of.

Duke Andrews: Then I get here and fight night in and night out. I see the slapdicks like Griffin coming back to ride my fucking coattails. To use the company I took from the floor and made relevant, just so he can pack a few more dollars into his skinny jeans before he does what he always does, not get his way in the back and hightails it to the next company. I got my current brother in arms, Alan fucking Envy here. I got my beautiful woman beside me. And all I hear on the week I decided to take off, was that the Vanguard Championship was the most important title in this business?

Duke shook his head once again. His nostrils flared as he looked back at the fifteen pounds of gold and leather on his shoulder.

Duke Andrews: I guess I woke up in fucking never never land and realized that the youth of today is okay with participation trophies and a high five for just showing up. They’re content with being second fiddle to the superior alpha’s of this world. So I guess if everyone here wants to fight for a second rate title. That’s fine. I’ll collect my money, slap the shit out of whatever piece of trash in the locker room that is forced to step into the ring with me. I don’t care if that’s Griff, even though that piece of garbage would no-sell the match, hell maybe even no-show since he understands that I am the alpha of this company. I don’t care if it’s Damian and his mouthpiece. When I leave this place tonight… I will have someone that wants to step up and go toe-to-toe with the greatest wrestler in the world.

Duke dropped the microphone to a chorus of boos and some cheering for the truth that he dropped in the ring as he disappeared to the back.



We cut backstage zoomed in on the back of a bright pink leather jacket that has the Queens of Chaos logo emblazoned on it along with the words, “The Sugar Queen”. The camera then slowly begins to zoom out as the person wearing the jacket comes into view as she turns to face the camera to find that it’s Lollie Pop. The young pink haired English woman has a lollipop sticking out of her mouth and she removes it and smiles brightly into the camera before waving vigorously.

Lollie Pop: Golly gumdrops! Hiya, Orlando!

We hear a faint pop coming from the sold out Amway Center.

Lollie Pop: I’m super duper excited to be here tonight! I have a huge gobstopper of a match tonight against Mister Noah in the Quarter Finals of the Path of Destiny Singles tournament!

Pop briefly puts her lollipop back into her mouth for a moment before removing it again.

Lollie Pop: Now I know tonight isn’t going to be easy! Mister Noah is super duper tough! But I know how much you awesome fans would love to see me beat that meanie jelly beanie tonight to advance in this tournament! So with your help with cheering me on along with my heart, passion and determination?! I know I can overcome the odds and walk out with the win!

The fans like the sound of that as another faint pop from them is heard.

Lollie Pop: Thankies for the love, Orlando! I hope I can make you proud tonight!

The woman then gives the camera another big smile before she skips away off camera as we cut elsewhere.

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Backstage, the cameras are inside of one of the locker rooms. There was nobody in sight but immediately you hear a repeated whisper as the camera moves closer to the showers at the back of the room. Before the camera can peek inside, someone steps out into the open space. Jason Cashe and it is him whispering three numbers over and over again in chant.

Jason Cashe: 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.. 1, 2, 3..

His index, middle and ring flip up at the cameras to indicate the count. Then he holds all three fingers up at once.

Jason Cashe: Three. Josh Woodrum. I don't know you. I don't trust you and you shouldn't trust me. Tonight we will be on the same side of the ring competing against two people we both have issues with individually. That's what I know. That's ALL I need to know because what we do in this business is get into fights.

We punch, scratch, slam and spike people until they can't get up for a count of three. Is just getting that three count really enough to satisfy our need to smash those against us? Don't mess up. That's my advice to you. Don't step on my toes and I will LEAD this dance and make you look good in victory..

His ring finger folds down and now two fingers remain held up for the cameras.

Jason Cashe: Two. Kimo.. Like my assigned partner for tonight, I don't know you. As far as I am concerned, you drew the short stick and ended up on the wrong side of this contest. That's your problem to suffer with because your little beef, your feud doesn't concern me. You don't concern me. So if and when it is you and I standing inside that ring tonight? Please be aware that I will treat you like a side mission. Something not on the main plot line and nothing that will change the course of what WILL transpire out there and THAT will be me lumping and dumping you if you get in my way of getting to Emma..

You'd think the next finger to fold would be the middle because it's next in line but the index curls down. Cashe turns the back of his hand to the camera, giving it the middle finger, the bird as he gets down to his #1 on the countdown.

Jason Cashe: One. Of course it is you! Why wouldn't it be? Emma Douglas, you showed up in Hybrid after years of doing absolutely NOTHING until now. You had plenty of opportunity to rush a ring and take that first swing so why now? It doesn't really matter why because it happened and we are going to live in the moment! The here and now! Our first real chance to trade shots, to do damage and see who can pull out teeth and still have reason to smile.

This won't be pretty. It will be fun in the most painful of joys and I will expect everything from you because that is just who you are isn't it? You have a dog in you and you want to show teeth with the DiOGee? Let's snap! Let's get CRAZY! Show me your grrr face so I can transform it into an unconscious expression..

Looking down at himself, he was dressed to compete. His ring gear was fitted and around his waist was the PWValor World Championship. He wasn't defending but he was surely in Championship mode.



Bernadette Olson: Welcome back, ladies and estrogents, to HYBRID rEvolution, Vanguard #26!

Jacob Frankel: “Estrogents”? What’s that all about?

Bernadette Olson: Don’t question my methods, kid. Anyway! The Path of Destiny Singles Tournament matches are done n’ done. ___ and ___ were the victors of their respective matches.

Jacob Frankel: Well earned, I say! I’m looking forward to the Path of Destiny Tag Team Tournament matches coming up next.

With some commentary going a long way, the HYBRID Tron comes to life and reveals the Soul Garden catering area. Enjoying cups of authentic sweet tea, Nathaniel and Maximilian Dixon are conversing among themselves. They don’t really pay attention to the nearby camera.

Nathaniel Dixon: I wonder, I wonder…

Maximilian Dixon: You wonder… what?

Nathaniel Dixon: I wonder what Mr. Oliver Maverick is up to?

Maximilian Dixon: I… wouldn’t have a clue. I know he and Miss Jessi Ozborne opened the show. I think… he’s still around here somewhere.

Curiouser and curiouser. Nathaniel tilts his head at this information. Before Nathaniel can postulate further, however, his and Maximilian’s attention is grabbed by a rather audible clearing of the throat. As they turn, they’re face to face… to face with one of Hybrid’s newest signings, Charles Morgan.

Charles Morgan: Hi, hey… Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to say hi. I’m a big fan of yours Nathaniel and a belated congratulations on your Iron Heart Championship acquisition.[/font]

Fascinating. Another member of the HYBRID rEvolution roster is congratulating him. To be honest, Nathaniel isn’t used to it, but he smiles anyway and politely bows.

Nathaniel Dixon: Why thank you, Mr. Morgan… Oh.

A sudden pause, he tilts his head a little.

Nathaniel Dixon: Please don’t tell me you’re a long-lost relative of Kai Morgan’s…

Of course, Maximilian shudders at that particular name. Charles laughs it off politely enough and shakes his head.

Charles Morgan: Nope, I can’t say that I am. As far as I’m aware, I’m from a fairly unpopular family in general. No one has heard of any of them, myself included, I’d dare say, but we’re working on getting the latter changed if nothing else.

There’s actually a visible sense of relief from the younger Dixon Brother. At this, Nathaniel chuckles softly and relaxes.

Nathaniel Dixon: Honestly, it must be a breath of fresh air to be under the radar. Sometimes I wish our family name wasn’t infamous.

Taking a sip of his sweet tea, Maximilian’s eyes light up at the beverage’s crisp flavor(s) before he looks at the gentlemen.

Maximilian Dixon: Ah, that would be nice, but alas… The Dixon Family is very popular.

With a firm nod, Nathaniel presses his lips together for a brief moment before he regards Charles once again with a smile.

Nathaniel Dixon: How may I be of service to you, Mr. Charles? I hope you don’t mind the change of personal address.

Charles simply shrugs at the change of formality and continues talking like it's nothing.

Charles Morgan: Well, with any luck, sooner or later you’ll be calling me challenger. For now, I just wanted to introduce myself and start to get to know my coworkers, so to speak. I don’t plan on leaving any time soon, so why not make the effort to get around to meeting some people properly? I don’t want to take up too much of your time, though.

Challenger? Hearing this, Nathaniel raises an eyebrow. His lips reshape into a half-smirk and he enjoys a sip of the sweet tea.

Nathaniel Dixon: You’ll have to earn the right to challenge for my Iron Heart Championship, Mr. Charles. Still, I’ll put in a good word for you to Mr. Vance the Fourth. Perhaps we’ll dance with the Devil in the near future, hmm?

Of course, Maximilian lets out a soft breath. His older brother will never turn down a challenge. It’s understandable that Charles has to earn it, though. Charles nods with this remark, not having it any other way.

Charles Morgan: Oh, on the contrary, I’m not here for handouts. I plan on earning my shots. Today was just for introductions. Pleased to make your acquaintance and I’ll be sure to see you around, Nathaniel.

Charles shakes Nathaniel’s hand, nods to Maximilian, and gracefully takes his leave of the brothers. For a moment, they look at each other, Maximilian’s expression a bit more confused. Nathaniel, however, is certainly intrigued by Charles Morgan. A smile crosses his face before he enjoys another drink of his sweet tea.

Nathaniel Dixon: Mmm… I have a good feeling about this, Max. He has great potential.

Maximilian Dixon: Y-yes, of course. Um… I’m getting hungry and the food smells bloody delicious.

At that, Your Lord of Charisma laughs and lightly pats his younger brother’s back. They’re still in the catering area; there’s plenty of food to enjoy as Maximilian retrieves a clean plate for himself.

For Nathaniel, however... He won’t overdo it.

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Ollie Maverick is seated alone at a dinner table set in the middle of where people were trying to work backstage. People kind of awkwardly maneuver around him and try not to catch his eye as if some kind of current docile but usually feral cat has decided this place is where he wishes to sit. There are many fancy British foods on the table as well as a set of brass knuckles, a spool of barbed wire, a few light tubes, and piano wire set at the place setting across from him with a single rose and a place card.

Ollie has changed from his ring gear and is wearing a very nice suit with a green tie. His face is, as always, censored from the broadcast.

Ollie Maverick: What if….what if he isn’t coming?

Ollie’s voice has the disappointed tone of someone who has been stood up for a date. He picks at the scone set in front of him and releases an audible sigh. He grabs at the sleeve of a facilities worker as they pass by.

Ollie Maverick: Could I see a wine list please? I don’t drink but I want to look at it and feel fancy.

The confused worker simply nods and leaves. Ollie sighs yet again.

Ollie Maverick: It’s not ME, is it? I am handsome and charming and everyone likes being around me. No…no it has to be something else.

Yet another sigh. That’s three now. Ollie looks to the camera.

Ollie Maverick: I think by now I’ve made it clear who I want my dance partner to be and yet… He hasn’t shown. Am I too needy? Maybe that’s what it is. Maybe I need to play hard-to-get? Fine! Don’t show up. I don’t even want to enjoy a nice dinner and then maybe find somewhere cozy and quiet to tear out each other's insides by means of violence. I had black pudding prepared for dessert and then I found out what black pudding was and had an actual dessert prepared because seriously WHY DO BRITISH PEOPLE CALL THAT PUDDING?! You know what? I’m ready to start throwing tea into the harbor.

Ollie fans himself off as he is starting to get worked up.

Ollie Maverick: Remember your breathing exercises like Doctor Franklin said… deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth…

“You know, Mr. Maverick… I’d never miss an invitation to dinner.”

A sense of whimsy fills the “dining room” as the Intellectual Evolution makes his presence known. As always, he’s dressed up for style and flair while he approaches the empty seat. He pauses for a moment to acknowledge Rocky and even bow his head before he takes a seat.

Nathaniel Dixon: Unless it was an invitation from the Old Bastard. Then I’d burn it.

Ollie Maverick: Daddy issues, right? I know that bit. So glad you made it! I got scones, Steak and Kidney Pie, and several things the British call pudding that no one else would ever dream of calling pudding.

Ollie gestures to the spread of food that has been prepared. Even Rocky has a little plate of fish and chips in his pet carrier.

Ollie Maverick: Or we could just… y’know.

Ollie reaches into his jacket pocket, takes out a utility knife (some call it a boxcutter), and pops out the small razor blade.

Ollie Maverick: I mean it’d be a shame to waste all the chef's efforts, but we both know where this is leading to.

Staring at the utility knife in his hand, a knowing little smile crosses Nathaniel’s face. He then takes a moment to study the spread presented to him. Though he acknowledges the food, the brass knuckles and the piano wire cause his earth-colored eyes to light up.

They’re his favorite weapons.

Well, there is another… But that hasn’t been revealed in a fight or a match. (Not yet?) Regardless, Your Lord of Charisma chuckles.

Nathaniel Dixon: A good meal shouldn’t be thrown away so carelessly. Besides, I only had a small bowl of gumbo with the sweet tea my younger brother and I were enjoying. We can set aside the black pudding. I won’t force you to eat it…

Pause.

Smirk.

Nathaniel Dixon: Not yet anyway.

We can’t see how Ollie’s face reacts but we hear the slightest bit of a chuckle.

Ollie Maverick: You know what I can’t stop thinking about? Do you know what keeps me awake, even in the few fleeting moments I have where the cocktail of medications I’ve been prescribed makes sleeping without having screaming night terrors more than a fantasy? The fact that you referred to everything you did as ‘your cross to bear’ like you’re some kind of martyr. I don’t claim any of that, Nathaniel.

The chuckle gave way to a weird stillness in Ollie’s voice.

Ollie Maverick: I’m not gonna do the things I am going to do to you because it’s right or because you deserve them or whatever…I could make a compelling argument that you do deserve them…but it’s more selfish than that. I was having a good day recently and I went for a walk and there were people around and I didn't even care that they could all see me… but when I went to get on the subway, there was someone playing the violin and I…

No one at home can see the tears welling in Ollie’s eyes. Only Nathaniel.

Ollie Maverick: I just collapsed. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t function… I can’t… experience the world in the same way I used to because of you, Doctor Frankenstein. Because of what you made me into.

Ollie wipes his eyes on his sleeve and stands very suddenly.

Ollie Maverick: I…gotta go. I gotta. I know I wanted you here but I can’t be here now.

From the moment he arrived, Nathaniel’s polite yet sassy demeanor was on point. He ebbed and flowed with their interactions. However, the moment Ollie started to break…? He felt the cross he spoke of grow heavier upon his shoulders. Despite how figurative it is, London’s Master Manipulator feels… unease and uncertainty. Watching the young man rise up all of a sudden, Nathaniel remains seated. There’s no need for any conflict now. Later.

Nathaniel Dixon: Go. I won’t make you stay.

Upon closer inspection, there’s a visible swallow from the forty-one-year-old British gentleman. Ollie picks up the pet carrier and rushes off, we can hear him doing his breathing exercises as he goes. We see a still uneasy Nathaniel lift open his silverware before the scene fades out.



We go backstage where Griffin Hawkins lies stretched out on the couch, thinking about tonight's match.

Griffin Hawkins: Life... is not easy. If it were... we'd have everything. Money... power... status. All of it could be ours with just the snap of our fingers. But that is not how it works in the real world. In the real world... you have to work for everything that you have. While some prefer to do things the easy way... I like to do it the hard way, earning what I have. I didn't become an eleven time World Heavyweight Champion because someone handed it to me, I got it because I earned it. And now I am looking to repeat my success here in HYBRID... starting with the Vanguard Championship. But if I want it... I'm gonna have to go through Tiffany Lynn Page...

He slowly looks towards the camera, taking off his red wayfarer sunglasses.

Griffin Hawkins: It's crazy, Tiff... as long as we both have been wrestling in our careers, we have never really crossed paths. I mean... we shared a few companies together, but not once have we ever shared a ring together whether it be in a tag match or singles match. So to my knowledge this is our first meeting, and I am indeed looking very forward to this. However... it may go differently than you imagine. See... I came back to HYBRID to resume my legacy... and it's very unfortunate that you have to be in my path. But I'm a businessman, and I got no allies in that ring. Tonight it's time for me to take the next step to acquiring gold.

He adjusts himself into sitting position.

Griffin Hawkins: You're gonna think I'm crazy... but you and I are not so different Tiffany. I come from money like you. I was born into a life of privilege and wealth. I had everything... until I began to realize that I needed to make my name my own way because of me, not because it's my birthright. I walked out on my family, too. If you want to continue to allow money to run your life... power to ya. Me... I'm looking to continue my success here in HYBRID. The Vanguard Title is within my sights... and that is something money can't buy. However... I will indeed earn it by any means necessary.

He slowly gets up off the couch.

Griffin Hawkins: I just hope that you aren't overlooking me, Tiffany. Because many have made the mistake of looking at me and thinking they are going to get an easy victory... only it was me who had his hand raised. As good as you are... there have been occasions where you allow your ego to take over and it ends up costing you big time. In this case... you can't afford to take me lightly. Because I am taking you very... very seriously. Tonight... somebody's gonna get rocked!

He gets up and leaves the room.

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The camera opens on Rain and GoGo standing in the Gorilla Position before their match.

GoGo: Rainie! Rainie! Is this the day??!!?!? Is it finally here??!!?!?

Rain can’t help but smile at her partner.

Rain: Yes’m, Goldi, it is.

GoGo’s eyes go wide with excitement and she starts jumping up and down like a small child.

GoGo: So I really get to get back in the ring again tonight? No take backsies?

Rain nods.

Rain: Yes, Goldi, you do.

GoGo: With you? As a team?

Rain nods again.

Rain: Of course!

GoGo lets out a happy shriek of excitement.

GoGo: Thai is gonna be so AWESOME!!!!!!

Rain smiles and hugs her partner.

Rain: It’s good to have you back, Goldi. Now let’s go have some fun with the 10th Street Kings.

GoGo hugs her back and then nods happily.

GoGo: OK!



Back in Gorilla, Javier Mateo Duran is wrapping his wrists and hands in tape, preparing for his match with Marcus Uriah Dunne, set to start in mere moments. As usual, the former Train Wreck is taking this battle seriously, working to finish off his career on a high note and go out as a wrestler, fighter, and champion of his caliber deserves. Someone grabs his attention, though, as he’s tearing the end of the tape off with his teeth. His expression betrays nothing as he stares across the way, only moving to lift his hand and catch a bottle of water tossed his way. As the camera pans around, there’s a powerful mixed reaction as it centers on a man well-known to fans of HYBRID:

The man formerly known here as Crossroads… Damon Cross.

Damon Cross: Duran.

Javier Mateo Duran: Debaillion.

The tension is thick, and every producer, tech, and agent in earshot is bracing for impact. Damon, in a sand-colored suit and white shirt, sans tie, his black hair pulled back into a collection of thin braids, walks up to Javier without fear. Holding a bottle of water, he spins off the cap as Javier does the same, and the two men tap those bottles together before taking a long swig.

Bernadette Olson: Never thought I’d see the day when Damon Cross would step back into a HYBRID arena, Jacob! And if you can’t tell, the fans tonight aren’t sure what to make of it, either!

Jacob Frankel: He did a lot of damage around here, Bernadette. If you want God’s honest truth, I don’t have much love for the guy despite hearing that he’s changed more or less for the better. I remember those “God of Ascension” days!

Duran doesn’t know what to make of Cross being here, either. These two men have fought on the same side and warred against one another in equal measure. A singles record of one-and-one stands between them, though both would likely give the edge to Javier considering that he’s the one who ended Damon’s last NFW title reign. After partaking of the chilled water, Damon breaks the new silence.

Damon Cross: Time’s running out, my friend. I’m pretty sure you know what I mean by that.

Javier Mateo Duran: Si. I do. There's a time limit on just how long I've given myself until I hang them up and switch over to full time training of the next generation of the sport.

JMD takes another swig from the bottle, setting it down as he pulls on his boots.

Javier Mateo Duran: You never really were one for talk, hermano. You here to rap about the glory days? Fighting to death on a beach? Standing together? What is it?

A smooth smile appears on Damon’s face and he shakes his head. After another sip of water, he levels with Javier, sitting down across from him so they’re eye to eye, out of respect.

Damon Cross: It’s time to settle things between us. I won’t have you leaving the wrestling part of your career behind until our deadlock is broken. And I want that to happen at Fall of Man.

Now this has a VERY positive reaction from the fans! Like or hate Damon, the idea of one more go-round with Javier is something they’re all for!

Jacob Frankel: Kinda self-serving, though, isn’t it? I mean, JMD probably has people blowing up his phone wanting to go round-and-round with him before he calls it quits! Who’s Damon to try and swipe that spot?!

Bernadette Olson: Kid, I get that you don’t like the guy, but you need to do a little research on him and Javier before you go jumping like that.

Another drink, the final of the vessel, is all Damon takes before chucking the empty into the nearby recycling bin. Javier finishes tying his boots, silent as Damon speaks. Javier finishes his own drink, tossing it over his shoulder and into the same bin.

Javier Mateo Duran: One more match, eh hermano? I don't know.

An audible murmur of surprise from the gathered crowd ripples through the arena. JMD has never been one to turn down a challenge. The massive Mexican smirks, looking up at his longtime rival with a curl to his lip.

Javier Mateo Duran: Motherfucker, you knew I wouldn't say no. You and me. Fall of Man. Mano y mano. One last time.

Damon Cross: You’re right. I knew you wouldn’t say no. But your fans didn’t.

Both men have a good chuckle about that one. They rise at the same time once Javier’s boots are laced and Damon extends his fist, which Javier bumps without hesitation.

Damon Cross: It’ll be an honor.

And Cross leaves it at that, turning and heading off without another word. Javier smirks in his direction of departure, then starts shaking himself loose for the match.

Bernadette Olson: Honestly, you couldn’t ask for a better final match for the former Train Wreck than Damon Cross! They’ll tear the house down!

Jacob Frankel: I’m… gonna reserve judgment on that for now, if it’s all the same.

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The scene opens backstage inside the sold-out Amway Center in beautiful Orlando, Florida. The fans boo at the sight of the Hybrid Unity Champions and The Royal Couple made of Princess Honey Rydel and the self-proclaimed Queen of Hybrid Bianca Davis. Both have belts over their shoulders, and Honey is dressed in a red dress, black high heels, and a sliver tiara placed neatly on her head. Next to her is the opulent Queen of Mean, dressed in a purple leather top, matching pants, her midriff, and black Gucci high-heel boots; her massive crown is on her head, and her scepter is in her other. Next to them is their entourage, the massive Carnifex, Summer, and Simple Simon. Soon, the Queen notices the camera flashes a million-dollar smile; she loves the attention she gets, even if it is primarily negative. Her pompous, smug tone soon fills the room.

Queen Bianca Davis: Your Queen and Princess have arrived again, and you may worship us now!

The fans boo not doing what the smug heiress has demanded, which causes her to have a look of disgust on her face. The Malibu native soon shook her head as she returned to speaking loudly and proudly.

Queen Bianca Davis: Now, last week, we saw Travis, or was it Terry? Well, it doesn’t matter, but they bent the knee to your Queen, but they won’t be the last one to do so; why? Because you all soon learn to appreciate and acknowledge your Queen. Tonight, at least one person will do the same thing, and it will be a meaningful change in their life like our newest subject has begun his journey to be ready when I call upon him.

Princess Honey Rydel: Exactly, bending the knee is just what he needed to do, just like all of these other teams need to do. Because the Unity Titles will be ours as long as we want, Summer?

Summer: Yeah…

Honey’s voice soon turns into a loud shriek.

Princess Honey Rydel: With feeling next time! Of course, they will be bending the knee. SAY IT!

Soon, Bianca raises her hand and says in a somewhat shockingly “kind tone.”

Queen Bianca Davis: Now, Summer knows it, but she is not the one we need to remind of it; same with Simple Simon over here and Carnifex, they are loyal, but it is the rest of these peasants around us that need to learn who run this. As the Queen of Hybrid, I should be honored appropriately. Duplex Royale, Natural Resources, The Calinauts, and all the other teams will soon bend the knee.

Summer nods; surprisingly, she was spared from further humiliation at the hands of Honey, thanks to the Queen herself. However, she was still uneasy, and the smile the Malibu socialite gave her made her more so.

Princess Honey Rydel: True, you’re right, Queen, but out of all these peasants, who is the lucky one? We will choose so many options!

They scan the backstage area where the staff are busy doing their jobs, mostly trying to avoid the gaze of the obnoxious royals. Who is now looking around, moving through the backstage area with the entourage surrounding them? The Queen soon spots two people standing beside each other, conversing. They were two production assistants, both younger-looking women. But they soon stop in their tracks as they feel the presence of the Unity Champions.

Production Assistant 1: Can we help you?

Bianca smiles despite the directness of the response; Honey stands right next to her, running her well-manicured hand over the faceplate of her half of the Unity titles. The Queen soon speaks in her posh tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: Ladies, this will only take a little of your time, but I am here to offer you both a fair choice.

Production Assistant 2: What is this choice you’re offering? If you don’t mind, we are busy with the day and…

Honey soon interjects, annoyed at the tone of the second production assistant.

Princess Honey Rydel: How dare you speak to the Queen like that?! We are the most important people who have walked up to you all day, and you talk like that to us?! Like you don’t want to know what happens to those who disrespect…

Bianca laughs in an amused fashion; Honey looks shocked; indeed, the Queen would be enraged by how two lowly production assistants talked to her. However, the smug blonde speaks in a “warm” tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: Oh, darlings, don’t mind the Princess here; she can be a bit overzealous in her methods at times, but she means well. But, the choice we will present to you is pretty simple; it is also reasonably obvious. The first choice is you bend the knee and swear loyalty to me, like the one Travis did, and now he serves his true calling to follow the Queen; the second part is you walk away, and well, I don’t want anything bad to happen so I advise against that, first of all, what are your names?

Production Assistant 1: My name is Sarah, and this is Lindsey.

Queen Bianca Davis: Well, you two should know that Hybrid might be looking to streamline things, and well, with the rumors going around, there could be changes. I have my sources on these things, and before you ask, I can’t divulge.

Princess Honey Rydel: Wait?

Bianca rolled her eyes; however, the smile didn’t leave her lips as she spoke.

Queen Bianca Davis: Even Honey doesn’t know about it, but I know you got a lot from what I hear. Lindsey, you’re looking to buy a house, and in this market, good luck; most of Florida is an expensive, ugly swamp, and I know how hard you've been saving all the little chatter around here. I’d hate to see that go to waste. I could help you; I am a very giving and charitable Queen. I am willing to help you.

Lindsey: How did you find all that out, and why are you willing to help me?

Bianca holds up her hand to silence the young production assistant.

Queen Bianca Davis: I know a lot, and again, I have my sources of information. And Sarah, honey, I know you’re going through a divorce, a tough break. I am recently separated, so I get it. But as I told Lindsey, much like her problem, I can help you, but you two need to make the right choice, or I don’t want to be around when the fallout happens from saying no to me.

Lindsey immediately walks away and tries to pull Sarah by the arm; however, the young, distraught woman stays as the brown-haired woman heads off. As the red-headed production assistant stares a hole through the Queen, however, she bends the knee in front of her as Bianca holds out her gloved hand, which has the ring on it. Sarah kisses the ring to make it known she's now loyal to the Queen. The camera pans up to a sick smile on the face of Bianca Davis as the scene fades to black.



“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is in the locker room that she shares with Duke Andrews.

Tiffany Lynn Page: I have been saying for months now since I officially arrived here in HYBRID Wrestling I have had my eyes on the Vanguard Championship. As much as I have repeated myself that I want this championship I finally get a shot to get a shot at the Vanguard Championship. Not only because I want a championship for myself but I got to keep up with my man, Duke, and my very good friend Bianca. In order to do that though I have to step into the ring against the legendary Griffin Hawkins.

Tiffany grabs an elbow pad and slides it on her right arm.

Tiffany Lynn Page: We have all seen all of the great things that Griffin has done in his career and I know I have a huge task in front of me tonight. I know Griffin wants to win tonight and move on to get a title shot because he is a competitor first and foremost. So we all know he is going to bring his A game.But I am sure you already know what it is, Griff. I have been doing my homework. I spoke with my sister, Summer, who you split a couple matches in Reno last year. Duke and I have put together a stellar game plan.

Tiffany’s cellphone begins to ring. Tiffany grabs her phone and answers it.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Hello?

Tiffany pauses.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Detective Larkin? My boyfriend is here with me. Are my sisters alright?

Tiffany pauses.

Tiffany Lynn Page: You have a man in custody who told you to call his MILF and he gave me your number?

Tiffany puts her head over her temple and looks annoyed.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Is he about four to five hundred pounds and a bit goofy? What did he do?

Tiffany pauses.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Sounds about right. Listen, I am in Florida right now but I’ll have someone to deal with him.

Tiffany hangs up the phone and then begins making another call.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Alan, when you get this message go to the police station. Masked Thunder had a little too much fun and is in a holding cell right now. Duke and I are in Orlando for Vanguard. Can you go deal with that? Thanks.

Tiffany hangs up the phone and sets the phone back down on a chair.

Tiffany Lynn Page: Don’t get it twisted, Griff, I am ready to show out tonight and finally get a shot at the Vanguard Championship.

Tiffany walks out of her locker room.

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Vanguard Champion Cordelia Clark is in the locker room with her title and she has a lot to think about. She’s mostly happy with the way things went down in her last match. Getting a main event win helps, even with the inconvenience of a minor asterisk. But still, for the most part, Cordelia finds herself in an okay, positive mood as she begins to express her thoughts.

Cordelia Clark: Tiffany? Or Griffin? That’s been the question that has been posed to me. Of course, it goes without saying that I’ll be defending my title against one of them. But before I dive into that, there is something that I do want to talk about. The main event last show went well for my teammates and I and don’t get me wrong, iI am happy that we won. But of course, some people just couldn’t keep their own drama out of it.

Cordelia rolls her eyes before she continues.

Cordelia Clark: I want to make something pretty clear. I can be the nicest, sweetest person in the world. I am aware of this. But I feel as though I am a much different, much stronger person now then when I first came here. I came in here with this happy, perky, attitude just happy to be here and just wanting to expand my horizons and that worke dout pretty good for a while, but I admit that somewhere along the way, things began to change. I’ve had to deal with people telling me ‘the adults are talking’ after the previous main event match I was in before two weeks ago. I had to deal with being targeted just because someone couldn’t control their ego or their anger. I had to deal with losing this championship to someone who, ultimately, wasn’t able to cut it that great. I will admit that when I was dealing with Aleki and his nonsense, that’s when things really began to shift for me. I started to feel like I was being too damn nice… or at the very least, too easy to be pushed over.

Now, I’m not letting this change me to the point where I become someone completely unrecognizable or worse… turn out to be just like my cousin, but as a two-time Vanguard Champion, I know I am not a pushover and I know I am not someone to be dismissed or pushed aside. Ever since Aleki, I’ve had to assert myself in a much stronger capacity. I’ve had to be less tolerant of other people’s nonsense. I had so much anger built up in me when I won this title back and I admit there were points during that match, particularly at the end, where I might have been overzealous. I wanted to win the title back. I never meant to, or wanted to, put the SOB on the shelf. But ultimately? Being more assertive and assured of myself is what won me this title again and if someone like Tiffany Lynn Page wants to talk about winning this title thinking that I’m not going to hear what she has to say, then she has another thing coming.

With all due respect to Griffin Hawkins, if he thinks he can just walk in and take this from me to add to his collection of titles that he’s built up over the years, then no. I’m not going to take that. See, it doesn’t matter to me which of the two wins. Obviously Griffin is much more of the class act. Tiffany Lynn Page is little more than your typical spoiled brat thinking the whole world revolves around her… AND she’s been on good terms… or at least she was at one point… with someone that I have blocked from ever signing here.

You know who I am referring to. Tiffany is just a grown up version of who I would’ve been had I decided to keep up with the snob act that I put on at the start of my career in SIn City Underground. It automatically makes me NOT like her. But at the same time though, as much as I LIKE Griffin, I’m not so sure that he should even be challenging for this. Don’t get me wrong, if it’s Griffin, I’ll defend against him. That is never a problem. But this title? It seems like it’d be beneath him considering all that he has done. He should be chasing the big one… or even the Iron Heart. But, the dominoes fell the way they did.

And regardless of who takes this match tonight?

I’m going to be the one asserting herself in the end!

Cordelia maintains her poise and confidence as the scene fades out.



Vanguard returns from commercial break and, in what appears to be an otherwise-empty conference room, a long table is attended by two people, both sitting to the left and right of the head chair. Serena Riot is recognized first, getting a mixed reaction from the HYBRID Nation for obvious reasons as most see her as an invader. Forge, sitting across from her, gets a roaring bit of love from the Greenville fans. Serena looks as smooth and calm as you please, even smiling as she sits back in the ergonomic chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded in her lap. Forge, meanwhile, may as well be a statue, his own hands resting on the arms of the chair, his expression stony.

Bernadette Olson: Welcome back, fans! There’s still plenty of action to come tonight, but for now we’re taking you backstage to where the owner of FCW, Serena Riot, is in the house and looking to have a one-on-one chat with the leader of Team HYBRID, Forge!

Jacob Frankel: You managed to say that without swooning, Bernadette. I’m impressed!

Bernadette Olson: Watch it, kid.

Jacob Frankel: Sorry, sorry. But it’s just as she said, fans. Riot wants to have a private chat with the Martyr Machine, which I’m all for… but why wouldn’t she send her team’s captain in for this?

Bernadette Olson: Perhaps she’ll explain that, Jakey. Let’s find out.

It isn’t hard to imagine that there’s security outside the door to ensure that this meeting stays on the up-and-up. No one bursting in from either side, no stupid surprises. Two business people, one more so than the other, hashing out the war that’s coming on September 15th!

Serena Riot: First and foremost, I’m gonna be the bigger gal here. And say thank you for inviting me on Vanguard to talk about September 15th at Breaking Boundaries. You know, when I first threw out the invitation on Twitter about doing a crossover show, there were a bunch, and I mean a hella bunch of hella promotions that stepped up to the plate. But the problem was, all of them? They all struck out. None of them wanted to go for the home run, and yet, there was HYBRID. Y’all didn’t just step up to the plate. You didn’t just hit a single and you certainly didn’t strike out. Instead you guys made it a point that if we were to face off… it was going to be a war. And ding ding ding! There’s the winner. A roster full of top tier talent? Check. A mentality of doing whatever takes to win? Check. But now my question to YOU… is will it be worth it? Going up to the plate, and hitting the home run knowing you’re going to lose the World Series?

The big man’s lip twitches slightly, just once, as though he were suppressing a smile or perhaps a chuckle. The leather creaks as he leans forward a little, that wrath-of-God voice rumbling out smoothly and easily in response.

Forge: Y’know what the problem is with people like you, Riot? That one thing that keeps you from gettin’ where you wanna go, where anyone steppin’ in that ring wants to go when time’s up?

He lets the question hang a moment. Then…

Forge: You’re too fuckin’ cocky for your own good. You start believin’ your own bullshit to the point where ya don’t realize it’s just that: bullshit. Ain’t no one beyond an ass-whoopin’ and ain’t no one immune from consequences. The political shit floatin’ ‘round right now oughta hammer that point home pretty well. But let me make the answer a bit simpler.

Bernadette Olson: Yeah, please don’t bring politics into this.

Jacob Frankel: Seconded.

Cracking his neck slightly, more out of a need for comfort than any sort of intimidation tactic, Forge sits back again.

Forge: Ever heard of a Pyrrhic victory, Riot? Read up on that. ‘Cause if FCW does get the better of HYBRID at Breaking Boundaries? I fuckin’ promise you here an’ now that that’s the kinda victory you’re gonna get. If you’re that lucky.

Serena can’t help but smile, slowly closing her eyes while she sighs.

Serena Riot: Am I familiar with Pyrrhic victory? No. Because I don’t need to be. Homie, I’m from the streets. And that’s the one thing, the one thing that FCW is all about. A raw, gritty atmosphere. With very little regard for anything else. I don’t know if you’ve been living under a rock or if you’re just straight up stupid. But the “F” in FCW stands for FIGHT! And we put an exclamation on that shit because it’s the one thing we do better than everyone else. And for the record you can call us winning… pyrotic, or whatever the hell you said. But at the end of the day, you know as much as I do that when the clock strikes midnight and FCW is standing tall… it doesn’t matter how we win. A win is a win. And I’m tired of people like you who want to ruin what FCW has fought so hard to try to build. And when we kick your ass in front of a sold out crowd in North Kakalaky… it’s gonna’ be better than winning any championship, or entering into some made up Hall of Fame… hell, it’s going to be better than the first time I rolled my first blunt. So… since we’re asking questions, my question to you is simple: do you really think HYBRID stands a chance?

Forge: You got some gall, kid…

This time, Forge outright laughs. Like, loud and proud, from deep in his guts. When he’s finished, he levels his stare at Serena with a grin that is usually reserved for the tiger about to slam into some poor antelope.

Forge: You made this personal and now ya sit there and recoil when someone who fuckin’ knows what’s what starts layin’ truth on ya. The loudest person in the room is the most afraid, Riot, and don’t even fuckin’ sit there and try retortin’ about how your ass ain’t scared. So you’re from the streets and your hood is fuckin’ gritty and y’all fight all night. The fuck is that supposed to matter? Ya think we don’t fight here? Ya think ain’t nobody in that locker room out there had rough times comin’ up? You think there ain’t lippy assholes out there knockin’ on us, thinkin’ we’re an easy mark or a place where a motherfucker can coast?

Just like that, the grin is gone.

Forge: Here’s the truth, kid: Eddy Todd has been in this business longer than you’ve been talkin’ the King’s English and ass-kicking is in his goddamn blood. I don’t need to tout Sam Tolson because you already know her real damn well. Ozborne’s replacement, Moe Renhuan? A fuckin’ Nippon demon with a taste for blood and the stones to do whatever it takes. Melissa Tasman is fast, fiery and furious. Emma Douglas is a beast-and-a-half that’s ready to feed. And Stephanie Kenyon is a woman I’m proud to ride alongside, that bein’ a short goddamn list. And as for me?

A faint, brief smirk.

Forge: They’re still countin’ the bodies I done stacked, and half are headed for the morgue. So ask me again, Riot, with a straight fuckin’ face, if I think Team HYBRID has a chance.

Serena’s demeanor changes drastically, and now that smile she once had has now turned to a straight expression.

Serena Riot: Ask you again? No. I’m not going to do that. Because we both know that your precious team doesn’t stand a chance. You want to rundown some of your talent like you’re a used car salesman, and that’s fine. But allow me to show you how to pitch properly to sell; Eden Sterling is going to mop the fucking floor with her own relative. She’s a striker and doesn't back down from a fight. I’ve known her for way too long and can say I’m honored to have a hand in her development. Ashlynn Cassidy is my best friend. She’d take a bullet for me just like I would for her. And is the only two-time FCW FIGHT! Champion in history. There’s a reason why she wins Championships. Bianca Page? Well, I’ll be honest. I don’t care too much for her, let alone her partnership with my own General Manager. But she’s one thing that your roster isn’t. And that’s determined. She’s one of the fiercest Fighters in FCW history. Helena Handbasket on the surface may be a cute thing that believes she’s a furry little otter. But she’s so much more than that. She fought my father back in the day and if I had it my way, I’d be redeeming a few victories for the old bastard. That’s what FCW brings to the table. Fighters. They all fucking fight. It’s not that we’re “not” scared of you. It’s that we don’t have a fucking reason to be scared.

And with that, Serena sends a moderate, borderline flirty wink just to play a bit of mind games.

Forge: I don’t fuckin’ buy it, Riot. ‘Cause if you believed in your team that damn much, you’d be in there fightin’ along with ‘em. Instead, you’re gonna sit behind your desk, hiding behind some injury bullshit, and let your cronies do your job for you. That’s the difference between people like you and me. I get out there and DO shit. You sit back and TALK shit.

Forge leans in again.

Forge: Come Breaking Boundaries, your ragtag crew are gonna learn how I got the nickname “Martyr Machine”. Team HYBRID is gonna chew your asses up and spit ‘em out to make room for seconds. Then what’s left of your roster can FIGHT over the scraps.

The fans go off on that one for a moment!

Bernadette Olson: That’s why I love that man! You don’t rattle him! He just runs anyone in his path over!

Jacob Frankel: Easy there, fangirl! But it sure sounds like Forge is ready to lead our side to the win! Not much Serena can say to fight that!

Serena, though, just smirks and sits back.

Serena Riot: You wanna bring up my injury? I can assure you that’s not something you want to do. Want to know why I’m not in there? Battling on the frontlines? It’s because when this match was made, I wasn’t cleared originally. And my roster has worked too hard for too long to not have this moment. I’ll gladly step aside watching all them beat your ass. And tell me something: how does it feel, hmm? How does it feel knowing that while Team FCW is kicking your ass and they get their hands raised in the victory we all know is coming… that your own kids have to watch knowing that their father not only failed them that night… but failed his marriage and his girl is gonna run off with some punkass all because he couldn’t hang with the iddy-biddy Serena Riot?

And for the first time, Forge shows something akin to surprise. His dark brows go up, then narrow again, and he slowly rises to his feet. The fans boo the hell out of Serena, who just sits back with a Cheshire grin, as if daring Forge to clap back!

Jacob Frankel: Talk about below the belt! What the hell was that?! There’s talking trash and then there’s blatant disrespect!

Bernadette Olson: If he doesn’t knock that little brat’s block off, then I will!

Jacob Frankel: Easy, Bernadette!

Everyone is waiting for it, but Forge has nothing to say in response. He stands there, glowering and looming, but doesn’t reply. Taking that as a sign, perhaps, Serena gets up, smooths her hands over her attire a bit and blows a kiss before turning and leaving the room. The camera follows as she exits, the door closing in view of it… moments before there’s a loud smash on the other end, followed by a loud, shattering sound.

Jacob Frankel: We, um… we better send that camera somewhere else, yeah?

Bernadette Olson: Agreed. Back to the action, folks. Before I do something regrettable.

Jacob Frankel: Or before Forge does.

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We cut to a section of the Amway Center just outside the Orlando Magic Team Shop, where a table is set up bearing the HYBRID logo. Behind the table, one half of the Global Tag Team Champions, Gigi Nova sits, enthusiastically signing autographs while her agent, Lorenzo Merrick, looks on. A young female fan, roughly 12 years old, walks up to the table with her mother, clutching a Gigi Nova action figure, still in the box. Gigi looks at the package and smiles, her eyebrows raised in mild surprise.

Gigi Nova: Hi, sweetie! What’s your name?

The young girl blushes slightly as the mother urges her on with an encouraging smile.

Mom: Go on…

Young Fan: Angelica.

Angelica slowly places the action figure on the table as Gigi’s smile widens even more.

Gigi Nova: You know, it still feels kinda strange to me seeing myself in action figure form. I had a baby doll that was made to look like me once when I was little, but this is something else!

Mom: This was all she would talk about as soon as it was released. She had to have it, so when I finally found a store that had them in stock, I jumped at it.

Angelica: I had to have two of them. One to play with, and one to keep in the box.

She pointed to the box on the table. Now it’s Gigl’s turn to blush as she takes the box and picks up a metallic gold marker.

Angelica: I even had my dad use his 3D printer to make championship belts for this and my Samantha Tolson figures, because the official ones aren’t out yet.

Angelica pulls out her cell phone, showing Gigi an image of the action figures in question, championship belts triumphantly on display around their waists. Gigi nods her head, impressed by the girl’s father’s creativity.

Gigi Nova: And here I thought this action figure wasn’t out yet. I guess I better keep track of release dates, eh?

Everyone laughs at this, even Lorenzo, who up to this point has been silently observing the interaction with his trademark smirk on his face. The smirk briefly shifts to a sheepish grin as he runs a hand along the back of his head.

Lorenzo Merrick: Oops… that would be my bad…

Gigi giggles, shaking her head as she takes the metallic gold marker and signs “To Angelica” followed by her signature.

Gigi Nova: So, I take it you’re rooting for me and Sam tonight, right?

Angelica: You know it!

Mom: She’d feel awfully silly getting your autograph if she was secretly rooting for the Calinauts.

Gigi Nova: They’re good guys, though. Now, there are some other teams that aren’t so nice…

Angelica: You mean like the ones that like to stick their noses where they don’t belong?

Gigi taps the tip of her own nose with her finger.

Gigi Nova: Bingo!

Angelica: Well, they better back off if they know what’s good for them!

Gigi giggles again.

Gigi Nova: You tell ‘em, sweetie! Now, did you want a photo, too?

Angelica: Yeah!

Gigi Nova: Alright… just let me get up for a moment and move over here…

She points to a backdrop set up just beside the table as she hands the figure back to Angelica. The group then make their way over toward the backdrop.

Gigi Nova: Alright. Now, if your mom doesn’t mind handing her phone to Lorenzo so that she can be in the picture, too…

Lorenzo takes the mother’s phone, then takes position in front of the three ladies to take the photo.

Lorenzo Merrick: Alright… big smiles, ladies! In 3…2…1…

He takes the picture, then hands the phone back to Angelica’s mother. They have a brief conversation before Angelica and her mother make way for the next fan as the scene cuts away.



We cut backstage to find Grace Savoy standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

Grace Savoy: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome my guests at this time… the team of Captain Cosmo and Aiden Marino… The Calinauts.

The camera pans out as Captain Cosmo shuffles into camera view with Aiden Marino following as Cosmo looks over to the camera and flashes a large cheesy grin as he waves before turning his attention back to the interviewer.

Grace Savoy: Calinauts… tonight you find yourselves in a rematch from Heatstroke as you once again take on Samantha Tolson and Gigi Nova for the Global Tag Team Championships. How are you feeling?

The Captain shrugs.

Captain Cosmo: We feel wonderful, friend Grace! Captain Cosmo and friend Aiden both feel that we deserve this rematch and it was the champions’ idea to give it to us! It was quite the friendly gesture on their part!

Aiden nodded in agreement before he leaned a little closer to Grace in order to answer her question himself.

Aiden Marino: I’m feeling pretty good about tonight. Our original match had some much unneeded interference which ultimately led Cosmo and I to losing. But there’s no reason to dwell on the past other than to learn from it. It’s all about tonight and what happens in the ring. This is another chance for the Captain and I to become champions. Cap is right… Gigi and Samantha didn’t have to give us this rematch, but they wanted to make things right. I respect them for that… not many would have thought along the same lines as they did.

The interviewer nods.

Grace Savoy: You mentioned the unneeded interference from your last match… obviously referring to the Daughters of Darkness getting involved. What is your response to their claims that you do not deserve to be in the position you are in? That the Daughters of Darkness consider you two jokes within the wrestling industry?

A deep scowl came to Marino’s face as he shook his head some. The Daughters hadn’t impressed him with their interference, and the lack of respect impressed him even less.

Aiden Marino: I was raised to treat others with respect, especially women, but my Mom would probably be more pissed if I let people like the Daughters of Darkness walk all over me. Who cares if we bring some extra smiles, joy, and laughter to the fans? Cap and I work well together, and we always give one hundred percent in our matches which makes them that much better for the fans. We are where we are because of giving our all in matches, nothing more and nothing less.

Cosmo nods and shrugs his shoulders.

Captain Cosmo: Friend Aiden is correct! The Calinauts are in this position because we won a number one contenders match for the Global Tag Team Championships! That is how the wrestling works, friend Grace!

Savoy nods again.

Grace Savoy: Are you at all worried that the Daughters may once again try to intervene again tonight?

Captain Cosmo: Who knows what will happen tonight! Friend Aiden and Captain Cosmo hope that history is not how you humans say repeated as our aim is to become the greatest tag team of the wrestling in the universe and that all starts by winning those Global Tag Team Championships!

Aiden Marino: If they get involved again, they’ll end up getting dealt with at some point. You can only get involved in others’ business so much before karma comes back to bite you. But come Hell or high water, new champions will be crowned tonight. Tonight, Captain Cosmo and I start our journey to show everyone why we’ll be the greatest tag team in the wrestling universe.

The interviewer smiles and nods one last time.

Grace Savoy: Well gentlemen, thank you for your time and good luck tonight.

Savoy then turns her attention to the camera.

Grace Savoy: Back to you guys.

We then cut back to ringside.