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Ace Marshall vs. Rachel Foxx; SCW World Championship
Topic Started: May 13 2016, 05:02 PM (170 Views)
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Ace Marshall vs. Rachel Foxx
SCW World Championship

3 RP Limit per person
Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, May 28, 2016
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#ooc Edit: - Forgot to mention, this happens after events in Kennedy's and then Bree's roleplays. Given one isn't posted yet meh. I tried to make this as stand alone as possible without ripping scenes. One aspect will certainly make more sense upon viewing the others though. Had a blast This was a long time coming. First we've ever met that I am aware of as handlers. Love ya Rachel~
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One moment.

In one insane moment, frozen forever in the front of my mind, a 12-year old paradigm shifted in little more than an instant. In that moment, I went from being one of a thousand hunters to the one hunted. I am the number one most wanted on everyone’s hit list. Plans immediately began formulating as everyone in the company began prepping for my downfall. Like a dog chasing cars, I had finally caught one; and now…

The thought didn't sink in immediately. At first it was an odd combination of ecstatic joy, blissful pride, and euphoric relief. I had spent 12 years living the legend of Sisyphus. For more than a decade I was perpetually pushing the stone of my own desire up the mountain, only to be denied. More than a handful of times, I came so close, just inches from my deepest obsession, only to be denied that final victory and kicked back to the base.

I started my career in the era where women were forbidden to aspire to more than the Women’s Championship; and yet...we all did. We all dreamed of being the one who finally broke the gender barrier. We all wanted to be the one who broke through the glass ceiling and redefined women’s wrestling. I was close...SO close. It came down to myself and Katie, my long time nemesis. The rest...well, that’s just history now.

The match with Shiloh...the night I collapsed under the weight of everyone’s expectations of me. I could have won that match...or maybe I couldn’t have. Truth be told, we’ll never know now. All the speculation; all the would’ves, should’ves and could’ves fell by the wayside when that sledge made contact with him. I blew my shot...and I came to peace with the idea that I would never get another one.

But, no one is TRULY at peace with that idea; and, those who are...do not deserve to breathe the same air as those of us who do. It is the reason that people like Brittany are forgotten the moment they leave. She never aspires to more, content to be little more than a glorified cheerleader. Those who come as a flash in the pan then fade out just as quickly, the ones who refuse to put in the work it takes to summit this mountain.

In that moment I had finally succeeded where Sisyphus would perpetually fail. I had not just pushed the boulder to the top of the mountain, I had BROKEN it. I had sharers the Boulder into a million pieces and claimed my place atop it all!

Now, to STAY there. This is where the REAL work begins. This is where...

DING DONG!!!

My thoughts are suddenly shaken by the sound of the doorbell. I furrow my brow in confusion. No one rings our doorbell!! There is a long pause as everyone in the house has the same thought. Everyone who would need to be in the house is either here or has a key. The only one I can think of is Jessica, who has been staying with us as he situation between herself and her ex-husband comes to some form of resolution; but, she had finally come to ease enough with the situation that she no longer knocked every times she came to the door. On top of that, she and Tara were out for the day with the twins. They left to drop Marisa off for school; and, at my suggestion, to enjoy the day out on me. Jessica needed the escape, needed to have fun as her world crumbled around her. Besides, those two needed to take some time to reconnect and admit just how they felt for each other. There is a weird moment where myself and the staff seemed to all try to ignore this as some freak occurrence and we all start to return to business as usual when it happens again.

DING DONG!!!

I stifle a laugh as a look of almost panic comes over the faces of my staff, a smile that fades as no one makes a move toward the front door. Seriously? After all the weird things that have happened in and around this house, they can’t handle a simple doorbell? I roll my eyes and make my way down a long hall towards the door, a few of my staff following cautiously behind me, as if we were about to take the full brunt of a castle crashing siege; but, they would be safe behind me. Timidity is annoying; and yet...I find myself slowly making my way towards the door. Seriously, NO ONE knocks on our door. The half-mile long driveway snakes through a thick, wooded buffer that stands between us and the road and ends with a security gate. And, after the…”incident” with the Jehovah's Witnesses, no one seems to want to make that walk, or even drive. And yet, here they are. Having somehow bypassed the gate, and now ringing the doorbell for a third time. This time, they grow impatient, opting to ring it over and over which, I suppose, has the intended effect, since I immediately pick up the pace. As I reach the door, the train of timid curious staff I have accrued, scatter. They duck behind doors and walls, peaking out to see what unfolds next as my hand slowly turns the knob. I suddenly become acutely aware that I am standing here in my pajamas; but, I’ve already come this far, so...I take a deep breath; then, fling the door open.

“Heeeeeeeey!!!”

Standing on the other side of the doorway is a brunette, high-school aged girl, slightly shorter than most girls her age, with a huuuuge grin on her face. With one hand, she is clutching the handle of a large rolling suitcase, while the other hand gestures wildly as teenagers have a tendency to do. I furrow my brow, more in confusion than anything else; though, I will admit to mild annoyance as I look eye the large suitcase, realizing that her feat of bypassing the gate is that much more impressive. The girl just stares at me with wide eyes and a smile that is begging for a response. I look at her, then back down at her suitcase.

“Look,” I say, softening my look a little, “you clearly went to a lot of trouble to get to this point, you clearly earned this, so you just hit the jackpot. I'll buy ALL the cookies you have”

Her smile fades a bit, more as I suddenly add.

“Though, aren't you a little old to still be a Girl Scout?”

Her face melts to disappointment.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I will buy all the cookies you have. I probably won’t eat them; but, hell...you’re the only Girl Scout brave enough to try.”

“Come on!! Really?”

I stop searching for a checkbook and narrow my eyes as I shoot her a look.

“You either make with the cookies; or, get the fuck off my property.”

She doesn’t move; she just stands there, shooting me a disappointed look.

“Come on Dude!! It’s me!my family!!”

I roll my eyes.

“Of course. You’re you, and I am me...and if you don’t make with those cookies I will have the dogs set on you.”


She chuckles.

“First of all, does that ever really work on anyone...the whole ‘my big bad dogs are going to eat you’ thing? I mean, the lawn is far too nice to believe you have a whole pack of rabid attack dogs. Secondly...how can you not remember me?!?!?”

I furrow my brow in confusion as she does that stupid thing that all over excited teenagers do, where they open their arms and smile a ridiculous smile as iff teeth and spirit fingers are going to make them more recognizable. I just stand there with the same annoyed look on my face befor e I move to shut the door.

“REALLY?!?! You don’t remember me, your own niece?”

I pause. Neice? I try to stifle it; but, my head turns and my eyes shift back and forth as I search the corners of my mind before drawing a deep breath and putting a hand over my mouth. Of course!!

“Domino!!”

How could I have forgotten her? I mean, I have never been that close with the rest of my family, opting to ignore those who ignored our constant suffering at the hands of a drunken sociopath; only opting to make contact with us when money came into the equation. Domino, though...I’ve always liked her. She is so much like I was at her age; and yet, she has fallen into another one of those widening holes in my memory. Stupid broken brain!! Fuck!! It was one thing when I was losing inconsequential days, or random facts that I never used anyways; but...it’s taking THIS from me now? The things I hold dear. How long before Kirian falls into one of those holes? How long before I lose Karsten?

I shoot her a forced smile, she returns it with a genuine one.

“I prefer Dom; but...I suppose I’ll let it slide...aunt!”

I feel my own failings like a punch in the chest, doubled with the dripping sarcasm of her last word. She knows I hate it when she calls me that. I don’t know why; but, it always makes me feel old and dated. But, I’ve learned to master my emotions, to hide the hurt. I quickly raise an eyebrow and try to move past it all.

“How did you get here?”

She just grins slyly.

“It’s amazing what you can accomplish with the benefit of youth.”

Another jab. I don’t know how to proceed.

“Well...are you going to invite me in, or am I going to have to live in your yard?”

I sigh, rolling my eyes as I finally invite her in. I direct her towards the kitchen, annoyed as she takes her time to admire the house as she moves slowly through it. Even as we reach the kitchen, she is quick to move in and open every drawer, cabinet and door. She peaks in the refrigerator and whistles, reaching for a bottle of champagne which I quickly take from her hands and place back. She immediately moves on, searching through the cabinets over the sink. Again, I can only roil my eyes as I move to pour myself a cup of coffee. I take a long sip, cringing a little as the heat burns my mouth slightly; then, rub the bridge of my nose, before speaking again.

“So... how did you get here?”

She grins again.

“I walked.”

“From California?”

“I didn’t say it was an easy trip.”

I roll my eyes.

“How did you get here?”

It’s now her turn to roll her eyes.

“Well, you know...they recently invented these long metal tubes with wings that are capable of flying through the sky like a bird.”

“I know what an airplane is...I have a couple of my own!!”

My reaction is quick and defensive. I immediately regret it though. As someone who has taken pride in pushing other people’s buttons, you’d think that I’d be immune to it myself. I try to shake it off.

“Does your mother know you’re here?”

“Of course.”

I smile a little, taking another sip of my coffee.

“Well then, I will just call her to let her know you made it safely.”

She tries to maintain her composure; but, she freaks out as I take my phone from my pocket and begin searching through my contacts.

“Okay...LOOK!! My mom...maaaaaay not be quite aware of me being here.”

“And, where exactly does she think you are?”

“At a friend’s house...WHICH...I would like to point out, isn’t untrue.”

“I’m guessing she would see things much differently, especially if she knew that ‘friend’s’ house is on the other side of the country. So...WHY are you here?”

“Can’t a girl just drop in on her favorite aunt for a friendly visit?”

I shoot her a disapproving look.

“Fine.”

She stops pawing through my kitchen and takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“I...want to join the family business.”

“You want a job at Foxx-Frost Industries?”

She rolls her eyes again.

“No...the OTHER family business.”

I feel a sinking feeling of disappointment. I knew this day was coming...she had made these pronouncements in the past, telling anyone who would listen that she would be the one to carry on the family legacy. But, she was a kid. She didn’t know what it meant. And, as she grew older, she stopped talking about it as much. She grew up, discovered boys, found a million and one things that she was interested in. Her mother had her reasons for not wanting Dom to take up the family mantle. She walked away from the business over a decade ago because she didn’t like “what it was turning her into.” I have always thought that was a weak cop out. This business does not create monsters, it merely reveals them. She wasn’t becoming a monster, she had always been one...we all had. Our upbringing did not really lend itself to creating well-adjusted, emotionally stable people. I…

Well...I have my own reasons.

“You know how your mother feels about that.”

“Julie…”

I shoot her a stern look and she backtracks.

“Mom...mom acts like her time in the business is something to be ashamed of. I know there is a box of momentos that she keeps somewhere in the house; but, I don’t know where. And, any time I try to bring it up, she changes the subject...if I’m lucky, she does it WITHOUT giving me the same tired lecture. I’m not exactly sure what happened to her; but, I don’t think her shitty experiences should be held against everyone. Oh, and dad!! That jerk has done everything he can to erase her past. Any time I try to to talk about mom about the business, or ask her about her past, he forces his way into the conversation and changes the subject.”

“Yeah...your father is the prudish type. He probably doesn’t like her talking about it because it means hearing about her…’romantic’ past.”

“Ooooooh, juicy juciy!!! So, what is it that he doesn’t want to hear about?”

I shake my head.

“That...is a handful of stories for another time.”

I sigh.

“And your plan?”

“I figured, I would take all the money I had saved up, buy myself a plane ticket and come live with you so you could train me.”

I spit out a mouthful of coffee.

“LIVE?!?!”

“Oh come on!!! This house is HUGE!!! You wouldn’t even know I’m here!!”

“What am I operating here? A damn refugee safehouse?”

“Nah!! This is far too nice for that. Someone clearly spent quite a bit of time and effort on this place,”

“Yeah, your uncle. The man who hand designed this place as a gift for me...for us! That is beyond the point!! YOu can’t just show up here and expect to live here. What about school?”

“I’m off for the summer.”

“What about your friends?”

“Are you kidding me? When they find out I got to spend the summer in a mansion, training to become a wrestler with the current World Champion...they will literally shit themselves!! Like, LITERALLY!!!”

She pauses for a moment then suddenly grabs her phone.

“Oh my god, I almost forgot….SELFIE!!!”


She grabs my face, bringing it next to hers as she lifts her phone up and takes a quick picture before releasing my face.

“They are so going to FREAK!!! This is definitely going on my SnapChat story!!”

“What about…”

“My parents? Oh sure, they’ll be mad at first. They’ll call to lecture me, I’ll hang up; they’ll call you and insist you send me back, YOU’LL hang up.”

“You think so?”

“You don’t strike me as the type of person who likes to be told what to do. And besides, I can only assume, since you aren’t ashamed of being part of the business...I figured...you would train me?”

I sigh, taking another sip of my coffe as I try to formulate an argument she can’t, so immediately, poke holes in.

“Look...I may not be ashamed of the career I’ve had here; or, of the life I’ve lived. I believe it is our scars and our flaws that truly make us who we are. Without falling, we will never learn to get back up. That being said, purposefully banging your head against a wall…”

“OH...MY...GOD!!! Why is it that adults ALWAYS feel the need to speak in these annoying parables when they don't have any real reason for the stupid things they do?”

I frown. Part of me wants to reach out and choke her for her ignorance; but, I keep myself contained.

“Look, there are a thousand reasons why you shouldn't go down this path. Hell, there are a million reasons why I shouldn't CONTINUE on this path. Now, I will agree that I have never understood the reasoning behind your mother’s determination to bury her past, especially with all she accomplished in SCW. But, while I may not agree with her reasoning, She is trying to do you a favor. She is trying to save you from the dangers of this world, as any good mother would.”

“Just another way of saying I’m a kid and I can’t make my own decisions.”

I sigh, setting my coffee cup down and take a seat across from her at the table. We sit in silence for a moment before I finally find my words.

“Look...do you know why Dave Mirra killed himself?”

“Who the hell is Dave Mirra?”

Leave it to a child to spoil a heartfelt moment.

“You mean the bike rider dude?”

I sigh again before pushing forward.

“Yes..the ‘bike rider dude,’ as you so...eloquently put it. Do you know why he killed himself?”

She shakes her head.

“Of course not. Most people do not. To most people, there is no comprehensible reason why he would do that to himself, not with everything he had going for him. It’s inconceivable that anything in his life could be so bad that he would turn to such an extreme.”

I pause, trying to push the words out.

“But...I understand it. I know why he did what he did; and…”

I look away from here as the words slip out.

“Part of me envies him.”

The words hang between us like a discovered bomb, neither of us wanting to move for fear of setting it off. We sit there in that silence for a few moments before I weakly say.

“Sometimes, you have to believe that the people who love you, truly have your best interests at heart.”

She pauses for a long moment, then does something that shows her age.

“And sometimes, the peope around you are jerks who only want to hold you back. I want this...nothing you can say is going to change that!”

“I never thought it would. I only offer you words of wisdom that you should take to heart; but, you won’t until it is too late.”

“So…”


She looks at me for a hint as to what I will do with her. I give away no hints because I frankly have no idea. My words are as much a surprise to me as they are to her.

“Right now, you’re here; and, while I COULD throw you on a jet and send you home right now...I will allow you to stay for now. I will be calling your mother to let her know you are here; so, that is something you will have to deal with eventually. I am also going to tell her WHY you are here.”

“Awwww, come on, dude!!!”

“This is not a punishment. Your mother and father have a right to know what is going on with you.”

She grunts, but seems to grudgingly accept this.

“You will be allowed to stay here tonight, so that Kirian and I can discuss this and determine what we will do with you. As you still have a year of high school left, IF we decide to allow you to stay here...and that is a BIG ‘if,’ you will be allowed to live here for the summer.”

Her face lights up a bit, mine remains firm.

“IF you are allowed to live here, you will be assigned a job at Foxx-Frost which you will be required to report to 5 days a week, for 8 hours. Afterwards, you WILL be training for at least 4 hours a day or more.”

A giddy look covers her face; again, I remain cold and firm.

“Finally, you will be given chores. If you are to live in my house, I will not put extra burden on my staff. YOU will clean up after yourself, and you will assist them in the maintenance of this place. Whatever time you have left...you will sleep and prepare yourself to do it all over again. When the summer is over you WILL be returned to school for your senior year, where you WILL achieve at least a 3.8 GPA if you want any of this to continue. It will be a long, difficult summer; and, by the end of it...you will hate me.”

She jumps in adulation and hugs me hard.

“Thank you!!! thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!!!”

I push her off of me.

“Don’t thank me yet. Those are the conditions for if you are allowed to stay, a scenario completely contingent on whether your mother and father agree to it...which, I doubt they will. If I were you, I would get used to the idea that by this time tomorrow, you will be on a one way flight back home.”

I force myself to maintain my icy demeanor, though I want to smile back at her. I motion to one of my staff who immediately races to my side. I turn back to Domino.


“Until then, feel free to make yourself at home. I will have Courtney here prepare you a guest room for the night. Try not to make a mess before you leave.”

She looks a bit disappointed, though she still maintains some of her giddiness as I turn and leave the kitchen. As we begin down the hallway, Courtney asks.

“I will have one of the empty guest rooms prepared for the night, ma’am.”

I raise a hand to stop her as we continue down the hall.

“No. Have the room prepared for a prolonged stay. Our guest will be staying with us for a while. She will also be helping out around here on her free time; so, find a place for her to be made useful amongst the staff.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Do not take it easy on her. I want this to be the hardest summer of her life!”

Courtney grins.

“Yes ma’am.”

She turns and begins to make her way in the opposite direction when I call for her.

“Oh, and Courtney…”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’m going to need information on local high schools; most importantly, their policy on transfer students.”

“Yes ma’am.”

We part ways, and a grin forms on my lips as I hear them behind me.

“This way Ms. Stadler.”

“I prefer Foxx...Domino Foxx!”



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As the scene opens,we find the newly crowned SCW World Champion sitting in her favorite arm chair. She has the SCW World Championship over her shoulder and she is lightly stroking it, almost like a movie villain strokes a cat. She doesn’t even look up as she begins to speak.

RACHEL: “Did you feel it?”

She pauses for a moment as a small grin spreads across her lips

RACHEL: “Did you feel everything shift? It is a moment that has forever been etched in my brain, that first moment as the referee handed this me my leather and gold wrapped vindication. The moment that 12 long, hard years of work...blood, sweat and tears...finally paid off. For one, beautiful moment, the world bowed before me and was genuinely happy for me. For one, singular moment, everything was...perfect!!”

She smiles as she looks off into the distance. Soon though, the smile fades, though the faraway look remains.

RACHEL: “And then...realization set in. It was that second moment...the letdown...that moment where you realize that you went from one of the hunters to the hunted. I was no longer one of the lions...I had suddenly become the wildebeest. You can run as long as you can, you can fight off the stray lion every now and then; but, what runs behind you is a pride of lions...a pride that I was once a part of...and, you have to know what will eventually happen. No matter how fast you run, no matter how hard you fight; eventually...the pride will always bring you down. It is the realization that losing that title is not a matter of “if;” but, “when.” No one has ever managed to be champion forever...all you can do is prolong your downfall as long as you can.”

She pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking to herself before continuing.[/b]

RACHEL: “The vitriol started before the dust had even cleared, the calls that I was a fraud; the cries of how unfair it was that I was put into that scenario to begin with. The world that had once cheered me on to finally summit that long climbed mountain and succeed where Sisyphus failed...now, wanted to tear me down. Jealousy is the price of success, envy the reward for accomplishment. How dare I succeed. How dare I finally achieve the thing I had been working towards for my entire adult life so far!! They didn’t want me to win, not really. They never want to see you actually succeed. They want to build you up, they want you to think that they are all behind you; but...the truth is that at that final moment, just before you are about to achieve the one thing you have been working for, they want you to fail so they can condescendingly try to cheer you up, while simultaneously feeling smug that you failed. The system is not built to see you win, it is built to see you try hard and fail. The American Dream is a lie, meant to keep you in perpetual failure.”

She stares off into the distance again, pausing for a few moments before looking into the camera.

RACHEL: “So, now I am the wildebeest, fighting each day to prolong my life as the hungry lions try to bring me down. This will be my first time, my first defense. My first chance to prove that I have truly earned that which I fought so hard to take. And my first test will come against the self-proclaimed Sexy Flawless Diva…”

A brief pause

RACHEL: “...’s lackey. The man who has been sent to grab the belt for her. Not the path I would have chosen; though, I suppose there are many means to an end. Who am I to judge those who take shortcuts. I’m not sure, at this point...WHO I am speaking to. The errand boy, or the woman who presumes that she pulls his strings. I will agree with her on one thing she has said...if one year ago you had told people that Ace Marshall and Rachel Foxx would be going head to head in the main event of Taking Hold of the Flame, with the fate of the SCW World Championship at stake...and that one of those two would be headlining Rise to Greatness...I defy you to find even a single person who would not have found it to be little more than a flight of fancy. But, here we are. The funny thing is, as much as Kennedy would like to believe that she has a major stake in this match; I wonder, if she knows how little she does.”

A grin spreads across her lips as she looks deep into the camera.

RACHEL: “Does she know yet? Does she know how you TRULY feel?”

She chuckles a bit now

RACHEL: “Oh, did you think I don’t know you? No...you’re not that stupid. You and I knew each other that very first time we locked eyes. She sends you on these silly little errands to prove something you knew the moment your eyes met mine. We can smell our own from a mile away; and yet, you obliged her. You allowed her to pull your strings to uncover something I am more than willing to admit. As the wise Sun Tzu wrote in the Art of War:” Know the enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles you will never be in peril.” You want to uncover my dirty little secret to the world Kennedy? Allow me to save you the trouble of sending your errand boy again...since, he started this little bout of confession in his last promo, allow me to take the torch.”

She pauses for a moment, looking down at the floor before slowly looking up with a dark eyes and speaking with a somber tone.

RACHEL: “My name is Rachel Marie Foxx-Frost; and I...am a heroin addict.”

She pauses for a moment; this time, not for dramatic effect, but to compose herself enough to continue.

RACHEL: “I have been clean for the better part of two years now. Now, there are those who would say, if you have been clean for that long, you are no longer an addict. Those people would be wrong; but, you already know that, right Ace? You see, no matter how long you have been clean...one minute, one day, one month, one year, one decade...half a century...no matter how long you stay clean, you will ALWAYS be an addict. There will always be that nagging craving in the back of your mind that is begging...PLEADING for you to break your sobriety. Screaming to you that you NEED your addiction to function, to breathe, to live! Each and every moment is a struggle, a fight against the screaming voice in your head and the constant urge to just have even a little. Just one hit, one drink, one puff!! We are all the same, all the broken children of addiction struggling to maintain ourselves in the face of a monster that would consume us if possible. You know the feeling Ace...don’t you? The crippling pain, the unquenchable thirst...you know exactly how this feels. She doesn’t understand that...most of them won’t. But you...you get it. For me...it is my husband and son that keep me on the path of sobriety. For you…”

She fights a grin


RACHEL: “It isn't Kennedy. Perhaps you still tell yourself it is. I wonder...is it her? Do...do you care that much about her; even with her clear indifference towards your health and well-being? Do you ever find yourself wondering? Wondering about who she really is? Trying to figure out what really makes her tick? Have you ever wondered why she doesn't still work for me? It's funny, a lot of people of asked that same question; and, I have found myself explaining it like most people explain why having a tiger for a pet is a bad idea. Oh, she's cute and she's seems like a lot of fun; but, she WILL kill you just to keep herself amused. That one is dangerous. She is the epitome of Sun Tzu's masterpiece and a walking embodiment of Robert Greene’s 48 laws of power. She is whoever she wants you to believe she is, A chameleon change color to suit whoever she is trying to con. Her mind is razor sharp and is always working on something. Now, I'm not saying that what is between you is not real; But, I think it would be wise to figure out who she's truly working for in this situation, here and now. Have you realized yet, that she is more than likely playing both sides for her own amusement. Though, I must admit, she must really like you, to set all of this up for you. Did you think this match was my idea? I would have preferred to silence the loud mouth pulling your strings. I would have liked to silence her once and for all; but...it seems she had other plans."

She smiles a knowing smile as she pauses for a moment. Thinking to herself before continuing.

RACHEL: "well, I suppose the why and how of this match are completely irrelevant at this point. All that remains, is you and I. I will admit, I have thought about this before. This match intrigues me, YOU intrigue me. This may have been her plan; but, I definitely went along willingly. As much as I'm sure your puppeteer would hate to admit it, you truly have proven that you deserve be to be here. A fresh combination of self-confidence, arrogance and self-doubt. You would gladly stand up and declare your self the greatest wrestler to ever walk the face of this planet, and quickly crown yourself the next king. And yet, I wonder if you really truly believe that about yourself. Do you go home at night, look in the mirror, and wonder how you actually got to this point? I can see it in your eyes. I can see the way you look around when you think no one else is looking. I know that you're not confident arrogant man that you like to pretrade yourself as. I know the struggle that's boiling inside of your chest, that holds you back from attaining that last bit of greatness it's the same thing that held me back. Truth of the matter is eat, you and I are exactly the same. You and I were meant to do this to figure out if we can truly conquer the one person in our lives that is held us back more than anyone else...ourselves. I need to beat you to prove that I can put my demons behind me."

She pauses for a moment.

RACHEL: "There are those who will say that I have nothing to lose anymore. I got what I wanted the day I slew Syren and claimed the thing she held dearest. That can never be taken away from me. My name is forever carved into the lineage of the World Champions; continuing the two year dominance of women in this company. Have you ever wondered why no one cares about the SCW Women's Championship? Why no one is really stepping forward to challenge Sienna? Why go after a third rate glass ceiling when THIS is the the REAL women's championship?"

She removes the belt from her shoulder and holds it up for the camera.

RACHEL: "I have been to the top of the mountain; something that can NEVER be taken from me. And yet...I have no intention of giving up that summit quite yet. I WILL headline Rise to Greatness one time before this all crumbles down around me. If this is my final stand...the. I will make it in the main event of Rise to Greatness, an honor that has long eluded me. And, if that means going through Ace, a man I will admit a curious admiration for...then so be it. This is my legacy...the crowning achievement of my career here. I gave up more than a decade for this, left a trail of broken friendships, sacrificed love and constant sacrifices for this l!! This means EVERYTHING to me!!! I have said it before, and I have meant it every single time...you want this from me, you had better be prepared to kill me for it, because I am keeping this or dying trying. I don't wear this, it wears me. This is my life, my heart...I need this more than I need my next breath and I will break anyone who tries to take it from me.”

She pauses again, throwing the belt over her shoulder as she leans forward and stares hard into the camera.

RACHEL: “I am willing to cut out my still beating heart to keep this precious piece of absolution. So I ask you Ace, as I did Zoey...what are you willing to sacrifice to take it from me? Are you willing to hurt? Are you willing to die? Are you willing to kill for this? Are you truly doing this for yourself, or are you still her puppet? If you can't answer any of those questions without hesitation...I suggest staying home.”

She continues looking deep into the camera as the scene slowly fades to black.

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