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| Dawn Lohan -Its Not About YOU.- | |
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| Dawn Lohan | Apr 6 2016, 07:38 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]02.13.2016.[/align] Another night. Another loss. What else is new? Dawn Lohan didn’t bother taking a shower after her Trios match concluded. The official score card reads Casey Halliday pins Dawn Lohan in the center of the ring. But that isn’t how Dawn processed the information. What happened was Kelcey Wallace catching her flush underneath the chin, the impact caught the then Women’s Champion off guard. Casey tagged herself into the match, one roll up later the young upstart scored a victory on a champion. In the mind of Dawn Lohan, she was beaten by Kelcey Wallace... again! Under Attack. Violence in Vegas. Now the Trios tournament. The constant losses to Kelcey Wallace was more than one woman can take. She respects Kelcey as a performer, remove the animosity Dawn still harbors towards Kelcey for speaking down to her as if she was a placeholder chosen to keep the World Championship warm for her upon her return. Losing the World Championship sucks, Red Rayne underestimated how powerful the urge to become champion again meant to Dawn, in truth, the wedge driven between her and Red wasn’t because of the World Championship at all. Red laying claim to the title at the time meant laying claim to Kelcey Wallace, it was obvious Kelcey had the title. Clearly all roads led to Kelcey. The Perfect Ten and the World Championship were one and the same, she needed to be The One to beat her. And when Ravyn took the never being pinned in a singles match plus the World Championship from Kelcey, all Dawn was left with was a burning desire to beat The Perfect Ten. Her relationship with her mother was dead and gone, nothing was going to patch the damage up. All she was left with was the Women’s Championship and beating her personal demon. That demon still had power over her. So Dawn retreated to the parking lot. She sat in the driver's seat of her car wondering what her next move would be. Still in her wrestling gear, Dawn stared at the wheel. She blocked out the capacity crowd roaring at the top of their lungs. The Trios tournament is still in process. If Kelcey won, that would make the night ten times worse. The Perfect Ten winning would mean that was one more thing Kelcey took away from her. And that, in and of itself, was a little much for the youngest Lohan to handle. Someone knocked on the window. Dawn is so locked into her trance she didn’t pick up on the light knocking. The person tried again. Per usual, Dawn blocked out the person who tried desperately to get her attention. One more time the person tried lightly knocking on the window. Third time's a charm. Dawn snapped out her trance. Looking outside the window she smiled at the sight of the person who tried in vein to gain her attention. It was her ever loveable gobshite of a boyfriend, Thomas Watson. Dawn pushed the button to open the door so he could settle into the passenger seat. He rest his hand on her shoulder. “Tonight wasn’t your fault, petal. Your teammates should have reacted fast enough to break up the pinfall. Can’t find good help these says.” Tommy said in an attempt to make Dawn feel better. Dawn shook her head. “Bree... and I can’t believe I’m saying this, Alexis Quinne were good teammates tonight, Thomas. They are NOT to blame, I am. I ran right into that freaking superkick. I wanted Kelcey so fucking bad I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. DAMN IT. I can’t beat her, Thomas. It’s pointless. I should walk up to Mr. D, hand him my Women’s Championship. Tell him to hand the belt to her. I am Kelcey Wallace bitch. No way around that now.” Thomas scoffs, “Don’t bloody talk like that. You are no one bitch. We are entitled to a bad night every once in awhile.” Dawn rolls her eyes, “I’ve had THREE bad nights against Kelcey. Jesus, how come she always gets the better of me? Makes no goddamn sense. I hate her! I can’t stand the sight of that arrogant, pretentious bitch. It’s maddening she has another victory over me. What chance am I going to get a one on one match with her? There is no reason for her to accept my challenge. I’m nothing in her eyes. Oh well, all I have left is the SCW Women’s Championship.” “We should head back to the hotel. Blow off some steam.” Thomas winks. Dawn knew exactly what he was implying, a wild night of mind numbing distracting sex. Normally Dawn would be all for knocking boots all night long with the man in her life, all his eagerness elicited was a sneer from the frustrated Dawn Lohan. “NO. I don’t NEED a distraction, Thomas. I need to feel like crap. I need to remember this feeling so the next time I step into the ring with her, I never feel the uncontrollable rage I feel right now. All I need is one more match, damn it.” Thomas sighs. He knew it was going to be difficult to get through to his girlfriend, part of him underestimated how locked in Dawn would be. Calming himself down, he cracked a smile. “Nothing excites me more than your fire, petal. Breathe. Relax. Don’t need you having an heart attack at an early age. No one understands more than me what it feels like being consumed by thoughts of beating the living crap out of the object of your obsession. Pestilence will pay for crossing me, promise. If you allow your rage to get the best of you, that victory you want will be forever out of reach. Petal, you are the SCW Women’s Champion. Focus on that first. Revisit the Kelcey issue when the time comes. Not now. Focus.” The direction of their conversation elicited a chuckle from Dawn, “You do realize how ironic this is, you of all people telling me to calm down?” “My anger almost cost me the best thing that ever happened to me. You.” Dawn kisses Thomas on the cheek. “It’s going to take more than a couple chair shots to get rid of me.” Listening to the time he and his cousin Ryan used steel chairs as a means to deliver the point home that 4Saken would not get the last laugh over them forced Thomas to lower his head. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt the love of his life. “Don’t want to think about that.” It is Dawn’s turn to place her hand on the shoulder of the man of her life. Watson looked up into her emerald green eyes, “Thomas, it’s fine. I hurt you. I gave you the impression you were a dirty little secret I wanted to shield from the world. That wasn’t the case, at all. I was naive to believe I could keep my personal life out the public eye in this day and age, for that I’m still sorry.” Thomas kisses her on the forehead. “Don’t be. You did what you felt was right.” Dawn frowns, “Is that the problem? Have I taken a step backwards believing there is a right way to do things? I was World Champion as a member of Blood Grove. I was kicking people in the face left and right. I lost twice to Kelcey this year alone. What if I made a mistake? What if..” “Don’t talk like that. I hate that Kelcey is making you feel this way. Don’t allow your life to revolve around one person. I hate Selena more than life itself, petal, imagine if I allowed my hatred to cloud mi judgment wit her? I’d be in jail right now. There were days I wanted to drop her on that stack a times she calls a neck..” Dawn cuts Thomas off, “Thomas. Please. It’s over. Selena is married. She is expecting a child. She moved on, so have I. Not going to deny I don’t hate her anymore. I never did. I was hurt, I lashed out in ways unbecoming of a woman of my character. Me and Selena can co exist in the same company without me wanting to drown her in a pool of blood. Promise me you want hurt her.” Thomas runs his hand through her thick blonde hair, “She’s not my priority. Pestilence is. Don’t expect me to come back wanting to hang her head on a pike.” Dawn glares at him, “Thomas. Please!” Thomas gives Dawn a wry smirk, “Like I said, love. Don’t allow this obsession with Kelcey break you. Prepare like you never prepared before a day in yo’ life. I have faith you can beat her, once.” Dawn nods. There is no point in talking anymore. The night was over. She lost. On the bright side she would spend the last moments with her boyfriend until the day comes where she needs to leave the New York. Next show is in Boston. And she needed to push forward with her designs to defend the Women’s Championship against Sienna. Until then... Thomas is the only person on her mind. Kelcey would be pushed to the back burner... for now. [align=center]POST RETRIBUTION.[/align] All good things come to an end. Dawn knew one day she would lose the Women’s Championship, she had every reason to feel confident. She has beaten the best in the world. Conquered every mountain imaginable. Hell, she had not been pinned or made to submit in her two reigns as the Women’s Champions... all that ended tonight. Sienna Swann did it. The young upstart scored the biggest moment of her career by rolling Dawn Lohan up for the one, two, three. Post match, many wondered how Dawn Lohan was going to react. No doubt in her mind. She handed Sienna the belt, gave the young woman a big hug essentially passing the torch of the Woman’s Division to her. That left the obvious question, what was next for Dawn. She has no earthly idea. All she knew was she needed space. No one was going to comfort her. Not Selena Frost. Knowing her she was likely helping Sienna celebrate. Dawn scoffed at the notion. Her ex girlfriend helped Sienna prepare for the match, a lovely thought that still ticks Dawn off in the moment. In Dawn’s mind there are lines you don’t cross. Selena didn’t feel she was doing anything wrong. The now former Women’s Champion begs to differ. The thought of the woman she was going to share her life with once buddy buddy with the woman who took the title from her, the picture was wrong in her mind, Dawn couldn’t imagine helping anyone train to beat her ex. It was all about Platinum now. And that was a reality she needed to deal with, fast. As Dawn sat in the boiler room alone with her head held low, she tried steadying her mind to determine what is next for her career. Her moment of solitude is interrupted by the door of the boiler room opening. Who could this be, Dawn wondered to herself. Her question was soon answered, her sister Brittany Lohan came into the room. She knew Britt was in town. No way Britt was going to not be in Kansas City to watch her sister and ironically the woman she trained have an amazing match. Britt sat across from Dawn on the floor. With a stoic expression on her face, Britt uttered the words, “Chin up, sis.” Dawn sighs. “How did you know I was here? I want to be alone.” Brittany shrugs, “Creatures of habit, remember? Where else were you going to go?” Dawn appreciates her sister cares enough to give her a shoulder to cry on in her moment of crisis. The appreciation can stretch so far when the Lohan pride kicks into full swing. Not the first time she lost a title. Won’t be the last. She didn’t need a shoulder to cry on. “Can you please leave me alone, Britt? I don’t mean to sound cranky but.. I lost tonight.” Britt smiled at the irony of the situation. “Yeah... sorry about that.” Dawn shakes her head, “It’s not your fault. The day was going to come that me and Sienna were going to stand across the ring from each other. Do I find it ironic you had a hand in me losing the title tonight, yeah but life works that way sometime. I’m really happy for her. Not everyday you win your challenge for a title for the very first time on pay per view and walk away the champion.” Brittany blinks, “You misunderstood. I’m not sorry for training her. Sienna is special. Knew it the first day I laid eyes on her..” Dawn cut Brittany off, “Is this going to turn into one of your obsession things?” Brittany shakes her head, “Not at all. Why do people think I am a dog in heat?” Dawn arches her eyebrow, “Rachel....” “Whatever.” Brittany scoffs. “Anyway, I am proud of Sienna. Bring a smile to my face knowing another of my girls is successful in the business. All the crap Lucas Knight tried to pull, the business is in good hands with you, Regan, Sienna, Helena Merriman. The list goes on. I want to wrestle, can’t deny that, I have a legacy that’s continually growing. To watch you two tear the house down brings a smile to my face. The rematch is going to be...” Dawn cuts Brittany off. “There won’t be a rematch, Britt.” The youngest Lohan now stares at her sister. “I held the Women’s Championship for six months. Are there things I wanted to do with the title? Yeah. Sure. More title defenses, especially on pay per view. I kept getting distracted by the likes of Vixen Cain and Kelcey Wallace. The Women’s Division deserves better than a woman who has one foot in the division, and one foot someplace else. Am I really the champion the division deserves when I am constantly looking at the top of the card wishing I was there? For Christsakes Britt.. Amy Chastaine was gifted wrapped an immediate rematch. She won by DQ, I get all that, how many times have people failed to win the title and was forced to the back of the line. I lost the title to Kelcey. Did she bother giving me a rematch? Did The Board bother giving me what is still owed to me, by the way? No. Instead I had to fight Ravyn to get one more match with Kelcey, that wasn’t fair to me. One day down the road I will face Sienna one on one. I’m moving on from the Women’s Division. I will always cherish the title, there is a time to move on. Its her time now, Britt. And I’m looking forward to seeing what she does as champion. Brittany takes a moment to soak in what Dawn just told her. For the War Machine it was never about championships. The constant need to hurt other people is what drove Brittany Lohan to commit what normal people consider unspeakable evils. Sitting there listening to Dawn, who leading into the match with Sienna said to the world how the Women’s Championship gave her a sense of purpose, it was tough watching her own sister feel an emptiness she only feels on a daily basis. Britt fashions herself as being better able to conceal the hurt. Britt stands up. Hovering over Dawn she says, “Stand up, sis.” Fully knowing Brittany wasn’t going to budge on her “request,” Dawn found the strength to pull herself up. Patting down on the shoulder she said, “How noble. Losing the title is the best thing for you. The company doesn’t give a damn about the Women’s Division. Autumn and Alexis and Syren can recite poetry about how the Women’s Championship is worth a damn, its a nice starting point. The day you became World Champion you set yourself above the division. You had a nice little run. God bless. You are a fucking Lohan. This is your playground, sis. Leave the division behind, grab the glass ring, whatever that is.” Dawn sighs, “I don’t know... I want to become World Champion again. Realistically the best shot I have at getting a shot is Taking Hold of the Flame. I’m going to be treading water until then. Syren is number one contender. It's only a matter of time before Mr. D caves into Red Rayne’s demands. She does deserve a shot, it's a crying shame she had to kidnap the bosses daughter to make it happen.” “I got a better idea. Next time Ravyn need a challenge, be there.” Brittany smirks. “Being World Champion is okay, its more important to make history. You did it once, sis. I believe you can do it again. On the oft chance Quinne does get a rematch after tonight, she’ll fail. Failure is in her DNA. Make sure you are in position to win the United States Championship. Who is a bigger challenge then Ravyn?” Dawn shrugs. “We’ll see how it plays out. I agree. Challenging Ravyn isn’t such a bad idea.” “I am capable of those every once in awhile.” Dawn smirks. “Lets get out of here.” And with that, the Lohan sisters leave the boiler room together. [align=center]{{MARCH 23th, 2016 BACKSTAGE, AFTER THE SHOW. MEXICO CITY, MEXICO}}[/align] Dawn Lohan sits alone by herself in the locker room. Everyone has cleared out. Breakdown was an amazing show as usual. The fans in Mexico were satisfied by the jam packed action that Supreme Championship Wrestling provided. But one of the few who weren’t jumping for joy is Dawn Lohan. She appreciated Tommy coming up to her earlier in the night to remind her who she was wrestling for. Wasn’t that she didn’t care about the match the Board of Directors placed her in. The one hang up she didn’t appreciate her was playing a role to decide who was going to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship first. Logically, she did know pinning Regan could put her in prime position to get a title shot down the line. Pinning Sienna would have given her her win back, in a tag team match, variables always played a role, in her heart of heart, pinning Sienna in a one on one match would make be the right way to even the score from Retribution. While pinning Selena Frost would be great, the Adrenaline Championship wasn’t on the forefront of Dawn Lohan’s mind. She couldn’t see it the way everyone saw it, Tommy was right at the end of the day, she needed to fight for herself, wherever the road took her, on that night no matter how much she tried to put herself in a better position for god knows what, Regan put Syren to sleep guaranteeing that Regan would challenge Amy Chastaine first. With the dust settled, Dawn feels like she’s in limbo. Feeling there is no point sticking around she grabbed her duffelbag. Exiting the locker room she walked down the hall. Not even half way along her chosen path, she notices Tommy Valentine talking on the phone. She stood there waiting for Tommy to conclude his call. Took a moment, Tommy put his phone away. He turned around to see Dawn Lohan standing there with a smile on her face. “You were great out there, Dawn.” Tommy says with a smile on his face. Dawn’s smile turned into a frown. “Thanks but... I didn’t win. That’s my second straight loss. Don’t want to fall too far behind.” Tommy nods, “True. Look at it this way. The company put you in the main event for a damn good reason. Six months as the Women’s Champion is quite impressive. Better than what I’ve been doing lately. I had a chance to truly put a dent in Red Rayne’s armor and I failed. But you, you’ve been an all star as of late. Mr. D sees that. Glad you went out there tonight. Wish I was in the same position.” Dawn smirks, “Don’t let Regan hear you say that.” Tommy chuckles, “I want to be in the main event, obviously. I don’t envy the position you were in tonight. How was it facing your league of ex girlfriends?” “It wasn’t that bad. I” Dawn, refraining from the feelings that were inspired by the league of ex girlfriend comment sighs. “... nevermind.” Sensing something was bothering Dawn, Tommy Valentine presses forward, “Tell me what’s on your mind.” “I can’t. Sounds incredibly petty and I don’t want to go there.” Tommy rest his hand on Dawn’s right shoulder. Gazing into her eyes he saus, “Isn’t holding your feelings back what lead you on the road to becoming Red Rayne’s daughter in the first place?” Dawn knew Tommy was right. Part of her problem in the past was holding back on her emotions in the event she was seen as the bad guy for having feelings she didn’t feel were right to have. Nodding, Dawn opened up, “Listening to Selena kiss the ground that Regan walks on bothers the living hell out of me. I remember a time when Selena told me that I was the only one in her eyes who should be the World Heavyweight Champion. She told me how wonderful I was, how much I deserve it. Championing me to everyone who would listen. Now Regan is the only one who should be the World Championship? And she helped Sienna get ready for her match against me at Retribution? I get it, they are friends, Tommy. Conceive, Believe, Achieve, Platinum sisters, whatever they brand themselves as.” Dawn rolls her eyes, “Just makes me nauseous watching Selena go all goo goo ga ga over them. The support she is giving them she used to give to me. Makes me feel like a bad person feeling this way. I pushed her out my life. I get that. I... makes me angry.” Tommy is taken aback by the intensity of Dawn’s displeasure. Not like he had any way of knowing, him and Dawn don’t hang out a ton. He has his life, she barely has hers. With a smile on his face, Tommy remarked, “Well, you Lohan’s are complicated women.” Dawn sticks her tongue at him. He chuckles. “Feeling that way doesn’t make you a bad person, Dawnie. I can’t relate to having your ex girlfriends form a friendship... I do remember a time your sister wasn’t thrilled with Rachel Foxx and Tatum banding together after Britt left Helles Belles. It's not the same, your sister didn’t take well, either.” “Nooo, she didn’t. I really wish Britt would have sex with Rachel already. No one is standing in her way this time.” Tommy shudders, “Not the imagine I want in my head.” Dawn laughs, “Sorry.” Tommy shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it. Could be worse. Harmony is getting a break from your sister’s obsession with Rachel. Has to be easier on their friendship. Britt cares in ways I can’t comprehend. Beats her wanting to break my neck, right?” “You’re a lot better at this thinking on the brightside stuff then I am.” Tommy shrugs, “Not really. It’s normal to feel what you’re feeling. Don’t let the bad feelings consume you. Career wise you are in a lot better position than I am. I have no clue what’s next for me. I failed to beat Katie Steward in the Television Title Eliminator match. Came up short against Red Rayne at Retribution...no clue what my next move is. Or if I have a place in Supreme Championship Wrestling all together.” Dawn narrows her eyes, “Don’t talk like that. You are one of the best wrestlers in the company, the fans think highly of you. We all have our down moments, Tommy. I believe you can ascend back to a title picture in no time flat. Stay the course. I’d miss you if you left.” “You’ll probably the only one.” Tommy chuckles. Dawn grabs Tommy’s hand, “That’s not true.” “I don’t know, sometime. When David was around I had someone around I could easily bounce stuff off of when the down times came. It’s not the same, anymore. True Regan is around and I’ll never let anything happen to AJ, they have there own things going on. I have been treading water for awhile. I saw the TV Eliminator as my chance to get back on track. That didn’t work out too well.” Dawn raises her eyebrow, “Why go after Red Rayne in the first place? That wasn’t your fight, Tommy! Mr. D made a deal with The Devil, he should be the one to defend the company and his family, not you. Not anyone else.” “Don’t know what possessed him to strike a deal with Red when there are so many people on the roster who are willing to stand up to the Monarchy. He should have had more faith in us.” Tommy shrugs, “In any event, I wasn’t standing up for the boss. I would like SCW to be a safer place for the next generation to come work, anyone who believes in what wrestling stands for needs to let the Red Rayne and the Monarchy’s of the world know we will not tolerate them using the business as there own personal playground. It’s the right thing, Dawn. If SCW dies, they win. They don’t have the best interest of the company at heart no matter what lies they tell themselves.” Dawn lowers her head, “I’m sorry.” It was Tommy’s turn to raise his eyebrow. He didn’t understand what Tommy had to feel sorry for, “For what.” Dawn sighs, “Red Rayne’s rampage is all my fault. All she wants is a World Championship opportunity. I lashed out. As soon as decided to leave she went to Mr. D with her plane to take care of the Monarchy all for a World Championship match, if I didn’t betray her--” Before Dawn can continue the self blame game, Tommy cut her off, “Stop right there, Dawn. I’m not going to allow you to take the fall for this. You didn’t make me stand up to Red. I chose too. I would make the same choice again. You are in no way responsible for the carnage Red Rayne has caused okay? She is her own woman who makes her own decisions. With or without you she was going to find a way to make everyone on the roster miserable, don’t think that way. Would you rather be in a position where you are the one who is committing these unspeakable acts?” Dawn raises her head up. She looks into his well meaning eyes. Shaking her head she says, “No, of course not.” “Stop blaming yourself for choices a grown woman has made. Say it. Say I am not responsible for Red Rayne’s actions.” “I... am not responsible.” Tommy crosses his arms. “With a little more conviction.” Dawn screams, “I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE!!” Tommy smiles, “Good. That’s what I want to hear. The real key is you need to believe that.” “I will. I cringed when you put yourself in the line of fire. You didn’t need too. But you come from the Next Level tree of thinking so it was inevitable you were going to put on your Superman cape to save the day. I don’t know if I’m up to that anymore. I tried standing up for the well being of the company. Look where that lead me, put in the hospital by Red Rayne. As best I tried to get my revenge last year, I failed twice. I became her daughter for gosh know how long. Don’t tell anyone this, please...” Dawn hesitates telling Tommy what’s really on her mind. Tommy stands there anticipating what Dawn has been dying to let out. Feeling the need to tell someone her innermost thoughts, Dawn went on to say “There are days I miss her, as strange as that sounds. I wasn’t brainwashed. In my heart and hearts she was my mother, part of me still feels she is. I can’t go back to that life, Tommy. I’ll never be her. The darkness is still inside. I don’t know, feel better not being around too many people. Can’t stand the thought of hurting anymore again.” Tommy stands there soaking in everything Dawn relayed to him. He is glad Dawn chose him to confide in. He knows better than anyone what it feels like to hold back your inner most thoughts. As long as Dawn felt comfortable sharing with him what is on her mind, the less likely she would feel completed to give into the darkness. With a grin written on his face he says, “You’re doing ok so far not giving into the darkness. Let someone in. Fair enough you don’t see Selena or Regan as the best options. Have never been in that situation, pray the God I never am. I’m around. Open up to me. Sucks feeling alone. You’re not. People here are a big fan of yours, including me.” Without thinking, Dawn gives Tommy a huge hug. “Thanks Tommy. I’ll take you up on that.” Tommy hugs Dawn back. “Good.” Both former World Champions break their friendly embrace. Dawn looks at her dufflebag. It dons on her she needs to head back to the hotle. She grabs the duffelbag. “I should get going.” Tommy looks at his watch. It’s late. Just like Dawn he has places to be. Easily overlooked, they were having a solid conversation, “Me too.” Dawn brightly smiles. “See you around.” Tommy nods, “Sure thing.” And with that, Dawn goes along her merry way feeling like a weight was lifted off her shoulder. PROMO TIME There is nothing awe inspiring about the scene that opens. Dawn Lohan is sitting on a directors chair backstage at the Staples Center. A black soundboard is the only thing in the background. Dawn is wearing a black skirt, white blouse with three inch heels. Her legs are crossed. Her hands resting on her lap. With a warm smile on her face, the former World Champion speaks... ‘I have a decision to make. It’s not a secret to anyone watching this what my dream scenario is. Should the Ohama bracket play out how I want to, the finals of my bracket would be me versus Kelcey Cannon. No secret that woman is my Waterloo, the bane of my existence. She took the World Championship from me, humiliated me at Violence in Vegas. That woman won the Trios contract at my expense. Yes, I was going to use the contract for a one on one match against Kelcey. What incentive does she have to face me otherwise? So here I am, in the same bracket with The Perfect Ten. She’s number ONE. I’m number TWO. This is most likely the best chance I have to face her in a one on one match anytime soon. I NEED to be on my A-Game to have a shot to compete against the Perfect Ten in the finals. As I sit here today, I NEED to decide what is more important to me, winning the tournament or beating Kelcey. You may argue I must beat Kelcey in the finals to have a shot at escaping my bracket. And that’s most likely true. I have been telling people for the last few weeks NOT to overlook me. It would be hypocritical of me to overlook the fine men and women competing in the tournament. MY choice is clear, I am NOT going to sacrifice who I am to win the Best of the Best tournament. For a long time I lost sight of who I am. In a moment of weakness I gave into temptation. The last person whose head I wanted more than anything in this world was Selena Frost. I focused so much on getting her in a one on one match I forsake my career. How many title shots did I get obsessing over one person? Just one. That was due to A Shot of Adrenaline. I watched other wrestlers worm there way into championship matches during that time period. I haven’t allowed my obsession to beat Kelcey escalate to that level. I did the best job I could continuing my Women’s Championship reign, the moment I lost the title I could have continued along the path. I chose not too, I challenged Ravyn for her United States Championship instead. My career is more important than one match with that woman. In time I will get her in the ring one on one, on the oft chance I don’t meet her in the finals, it’ll be ok. I am NOT making Best of the Best about Kelcey. I refuse to allow myself to go back to the dark place again, it’s tempting to look at every person who stands between me and Kelcey as an inconvenience. As much as I want to tune up the band, drive the heel of my boot into her skull, I am NOT going to disrespect the tournament to make this all about her. I made that mistake in the Trios Tournament. While I knew there was a chance my team could face Kelcey’s team in the second round. My obsession cost me two folds. I allowed my emotions to cloud my better judgement. All I wanted to do was send her head ‘Through the Looking Glass.’ I wanted so bad to win the contract to get Kelcey Cannon in a one on one match I ran face first into the heel of her boot, Casey pinned me. Night over. Broken dreams. Another moment where I sat alone questioning whether I belong here in Supreme Championship Wrestling. If I make the same mistake of allowing my obsession with Kelcey Cannon to blind me to who stands in front of me, any of the men and woman on my side of the bracket could pin my shoulders to the mat... one... two... three. Ace Marshall has been on a roll ever since he returned to the company. The man finally won his first SCW Championship. That proves right there that Ace Marshall is going to be a player for months to come. Losing the Television Championship is a small setback he will overcome, I’m confident of that. We can’t ignore Ace winning the End of the Year Battle royal. Takes a special competitor to win that match. I can’t pencil Ace in Round 2. His first round opponent is the man who beat him for the Television Championship, Eli D’Angelo. He’s the ultimate wildcard, unknown to virtually everyone. He twist the Lord’s message to suit his agenda. No denying he is a crafty individual capable of winning a big time match. Further up my side of the bracket we have an academy student, Felicity. She has made progress. Is it likely she’ll beat Vixen Cain? Realistically, no. All it takes is one mistake, sky's the limit. Angelica Jones doesn’t give a damn. Who knows. The Dragon might come out to play, maybe she’ll remember what made her a former World Champion elsewhere. And I can’t forget about my old buddy, Vixen Cain. I beat him. I know what he is all about. We can’t forget the man beat Ravyn Taylor twice in non title matches to put his name on the match. Never underestimate a person who has proven time and time again they are capable of winning the big match. All the names I mentioned are players in the game who could spoil my party.’ Dawn smiles. ‘In my opinion, the Best of the Best tournament is a celebration of a company I will always believe is the best wrestling company on the planet. Not knocking other companies out there. My sister Abigail competed in IWC, winning the World Title there was no easy feat. Now she’s competing in the UWA too. I’m biased when it comes to Supreme Championship Wrestling. This company will ALWAYS be home to me. I can’t imagine leaving. Where else can you compete under the same banner as Ravyn Taylor. Syren. Shaun Cruze. Regan Street. Look at the amazing new comers who have made their impact in their short time. AJ Helms. Casey Halliday. Bree Lancaster. The list goes on and on. WE truly are the Best of the Best. Every division in Supreme Championship is not weak. There are no guaranteed wins. The allure of out lasting sixty three other men and women is tempting. Truly it is. If there is anyone who knows a thing or two about going the distance in a tournament it's me. Last year the only person who beat me in A Shot of Adrenaline was Red Rayne. She is as tough as they come. Our differences aside, I see her being a potential Final Four participant. Before you ask, no, I am not obsessed with fighting her after the whole Blood Grove experience. Might not be the most popular thing to say, sometime I do miss Red. I was drawn to her for a reason. I wasn’t brainwashed. I didn’t drink Jim Jones flavored koolaid, everything happens for a reason. And there was a reason me and Red’s souls connected. Now, I’m not a big fan of holding the boss's daughter hostage for a World Championship match. Red is so much better than that. She is a main eventer, no doubt in my mind. I believe in her talent. The monster she became, NOT WONDERFUL at all. She committed to this path. I committed to mine. Should we possibly meet in the Final Four on April Fifteenth. I will NOT abandon all hope. I will go above and beyond to try to be the one to stop her from winning the tournament.’ ‘I can’t boggle my mind about possible what ifs. Dealing in facts is the best way to go. The undisputed fact for me is I NEED a good showing in the tournament, no ins ands or butts. I haven’t been on the winning track. My friend tells me I am being too hard on myself, how there is no shaming losing to the wrestlers I have. That’s sounds sweet. Almost like that should be written on the back of a Hallmark card. That is not how this sport works. In a company like Supreme Championship Wrestling where the jockeying for position is real. We feel shame for a reason, shame is there to remind us that losing sucks. Losing does suck. Especially for this woman who was the World Heavyweight Champion a year ago. All the focus is on everyone else, it has been for a very long time. Everyone taking to Twitter demanding title matches, going into business for themselves, not caring how they get a head. And then there people like me who prefer not to take that route. I got more attention in Blood Grove then I am now. Makes me feel sometime was I better off, personally life I am. Professionally? I have returned to being forsaken. Back to being treated as an afterthought. I don’t want to fall behind. I know, I know, Ravyn accepted my challenge for the United States Championship, I have that to look forward too. But I refuse to rest my laurels. Some wrestlers would take it easy until the title match. That is NOT the Dawn Lohan way. I am approaching Best of the Best as a much win. I NEED to be on top of my game when the time comes to give Ravyn Taylor the challenge she deserves. It's a risk challenging Ravyn. She is the longest reigning champion in SCW history. Say whatever you want about her, I had a few choice words back at the Supreme Saturday she overcame to move on to The Final Level to challenge for the World Championship. Putting yourself on the line like that isn’t as easy as it seems, if you fail, what’s next? Never know when you are going to get the next title shot. Especially with Taking Hold of the Flame and Rise to Greatness around the corner, how we perform from this point forward is going to be the key to everything. And that is why this tournament I NEED to excel in, I am not going to take my position in the company for granted. I’m here to compete. I am here to make sure I am never overlooked, forsaken again. I want to get back on track. In my heart of hearts I know I am one of the best. But The Best of The Best? Saying Best of the Best brings a twinkle to Dawn’s eye. That’s a wonderful thought. It would make me feel good to be the first woman to win this tournament. There are no guarantees in life. I am approaching this tournament one match at a time. One day at time. And we’ll see how fate plays out. Hopefully, fate will work out wonderfully. If not? I live to fight another day. That’s the best I got. Here is the part of the promo I wish you a wonderful day. I can’t this time. The only person I want to have a wonderful outing in the tournament is me. Hope you’re ready. I am. See you on April 7th. Dawn waves for the camera as the scene fades to black. |
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