On Camera

The camera captures the busy streets of New York City, the towering skyscrapers bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Song stands in front of a rooftop terrace, overlooking the city with a drink in hand—Coke Zero, naturally. She’s dressed casually, ripped jeans and a sleeveless hoodie, the wind teasing strands of her dark hair. She looks relaxed, unbothered, enjoying her time in the city, the match against Necra nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Song lets out a small chuckle before speaking, her voice smooth yet laced with bite.

Song: "Would you look at this… New York. My home away from home. This city never stops, never lets anyone fall behind, and doesn’t give handouts to people who come crawling back after vanishing for years. It’s real, it’s raw, and it doesn't pat people on the back just because they showed up again."

She turns slightly, the skyline reflecting in her sunglasses.

Song: "But SCW? SCW loves nostalgia, doesn’t it? Loves throwing flowers at anyone who used to be somebody here. Look at Necra Octavian Kane—gone for years, doing who knows what, and suddenly she’s back, ready for round two. SCW reaches out to her to hand her a Hall Of Fame award since they ran out of real creditable wrestlers to give the award to. And now she uses that as an open door to return as if the fans care. In SCW fashion, they roll out the red carpet. She got a Hall of Fame induction. Claps and cheers. Respect. As if that actually means anything anymore."

She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before smirking.

Song: "Let’s be real. Hall of Fame? Please. That ‘achievement’ has been watered down so badly it’s laughable. It’s just a trophy for people SCW wants to keep happy. And Necra? She took it like it actually means something. Like it gives her credibility. Like it’s supposed to make me flinch when I see her name next to mine in our upcoming match in  Reykjavík."

Song laughs—mocking, sharp, a complete dismissal of Necra’s relevance.

Song: "Let’s remind everyone of something, Necra. You were one of my first opponents. SEVEN years ago. When I was barely getting started. And I still remember you, because back then, I looked up at people like you. Thought you were big names, people worth paying attention to. Now? That illusion’s shattered. You left, disappeared, and now you’re back like time didn’t move forward without you. But guess what? It did, while you went to do what you did, I didn’t go anywhere. I built myself match after match. Then like you, yes I left but for a shorter period of time. When I returned I had no handouts, no legacy points, no hollow inductions. I came back and just did my job. I left after a year for a few months and you still were nowhere to be seen as for me. I was treated as if I wqasn;t wanted here but booked me only because the SCW owners respect Master Lilly and did it as a favor for her. I never got a welcoming like you. "

Song leans against the rooftop railing, looking down at the streets below.

Song: "And you know what’s funny? Even with your ‘big return,’ I’m not rushing to Reykjavík. Not in a hurry to step into that ring with you. I’ve been sitting here in New York, on purpose, delaying my flight, stretching out my time, because frankly? There’s no urgency. This match isn’t some epic clash—it’s just another day at work for me. You came back expecting the world to wait for you, but I make my own timeline. I’ll board my flight when I feel like it. And when I finally land in Iceland? I’ll remind you exactly why you should’ve stayed gone."

She finishes off her drink, setting the empty bottle down with finality.

Song: "Enjoy your second run while you can, Necra. Because once we’re done? You’ll realize I am not that Song you fought many years ago before Orchid and I sent your ass packing.

Off Camera
Orchid who has been holding the camera charms in.

Orchid: I don't think we made her leave per-say.

Song: Damn it Orchid, I know we didn’t but it was right around that time and no one is going to give a shit to search SCW history from seven years ago to see if I’m being honest or full of shit.

Orchid: Oh, I see, okay keep going then.

On Camera

Song: I’ll break every illusion you have left, and then you can take your Hall of Fame ring, your applause, and whatever scraps of nostalgia SCW wants to give you—because none of it will mean a damn thing when you’re looking up at the lights."

As the scene fades out the last shot lingers on Song, standing tall against the New York skyline, confident, dismissive, and completely in control.

~*~The Reign Continues. Onto the Era of Vikings~*~

The locker room was quiet save for the sound of soft laughter and the rustling of celebration snacks being unpacked. Bella sat on the bench, the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship slung over her shoulder, still gleaming under the overhead lights. Her hair was still damp with sweat, and her face flushed with the exhilaration of victory.

Malachi handed her a water bottle and leaned down to plant a kiss on her temple. “You did it, love. Another successful defense.”

Bella grinned, opening the bottle and taking a long sip before glancing down at their daughter, Máire, who was babbling happily in her playpen nearby, hugging a small plush replica of the championship belt.

“She was cheering the loudest,” Bella said with a chuckle, waving at her daughter who clapped her hands in response.

“I swear she tried to scream ‘Mama’ when you hit that final move,” Mal added.

Bella rolled her eyes affectionately. “She’s a smart one. Knows a match-ending combo when she sees it.”

The laughter died down just a bit as Bella leaned back, exhaling deeply. “It feels good,” she said softly. “Not just winning… but defending. Holding onto this title knowing I earned it.”

Mal nodded. “You did. No shortcuts. No favors. Just grit and heart.”

Bella tapped her fingers on the belt. “But now I’m wondering what’s next. The Viking Era tour is coming, and I can’t help but feel like something big’s waiting out there. Someone who’s going to make me dig even deeper.”

“You looking for a challenge already?” Mal smirked.

“I don’t want to get complacent,” she replied with a shrug. “If this title means something, then I’ve got to keep proving I deserve it. Every match. Every city. And every country.”

Máire let out a happy squeal, tossing her plush belt in the air.

Mal laughed. “Looks like someone agrees.”

Bella smiled warmly at the scene before standing, clutching the title tightly. “Let’s go find the next mountain to climb.”

With her family beside her and gold on her shoulder, Bella was ready to face whatever—or whoever—was waiting on the horizon.


~*~Back Home...For A Bit~*~

The house was a whirlwind of open suitcases, toddler snacks, and scattered travel documents. Bella was on the floor by the coffee table, double-checking passports and itinerary printouts, while Máire toddled around with her stuffed airplane toy, buzzing it over furniture like she was ready to take off first.

“Okay, baby gets one carry-on, diaper bag, emergency snack box…” she mumbled, tapping the screen with her thumb. “Mal’s clothes are squared away, mine’s ready along with all the new gear Mattie made for me, title’s packed…”

Bella didn’t look up when she heard the front door open.

“I swear, if that’s another package from SCW, we’re gonna need a second checked bag just for branded merch.”

“It’s not a package,” came her mother’s voice. “Just me.”

Bella glanced up. Laura Phoenix stood there with a travel mug in hand and her hair pulled back, casual but unmistakably confident. Bella offered a small smile but quickly returned to sorting through documents.

“Still running on lists, I see,” Laura said, arching a brow as she glanced around the chaos.

Bella didn’t look up. “Keeps me sane. Iceland’s not exactly a hop and a skip away, Mom.”

Laura crossed the room slowly, eyes on her daughter more than the mess. “You’ve been kind of… scarce since Blaze of Glory.”

Bella gave a half-hearted shrug, sliding Máire’s passport into a clear pouch. “It’s been busy. Getting everything ready for this tour. Making sure our daughter doesn’t get detained at border control.”

Laura’s arms folded. “That’s the only reason?”

Now Bella did look up, brow raised. “What’s that supposed to mean? You could’ve texted,” Bella said, matter-of-fact.

“I figured you were too busy to answer,” Laura replied gently, her eyes scanning the chaotic living room.

Bella exhaled. “That’s not why I’ve been distant, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Laura sat on the edge of the couch, watching Máire for a moment. “It crossed my mind. You weren’t exactly thrilled when I told you I was coming back for Blast from the Past.”

“I wasn’t thrilled because I worry about you,” Bella replied, finally meeting her mom’s eyes. “You don’t owe anyone anything, not anymore. You’ve already built the legacy.”

Laura gave a soft, almost nostalgic smile. “Maybe. But there’s still more I want to do. They changed the tournament this year—no more tag teams. Just singles. One-on-one. Men on one side, women on the other.”

Bella’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m aware. So it’s all on you now.”

Laura nodded. “And I want it that way. I’m not just stepping in for nostalgia’s sake. I want to show this new generation what it means to fight with purpose. To carry the weight of experience. I’m not chasing a belt—I’m chasing the right to say I can still go.”

Bella stared for a moment, then returned to stacking passports. “Well, just don’t get yourself hurt trying to prove something no one’s asking you to.”

Laura leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. “I’m not doing this for approval. Not yours, not the fans’. But... maybe I’m doing it a little for her.” She nodded toward Máire, who was now trying to fit her toy airplane into a diaper bag.

Bella couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up. “She’s already got a mom who hits people for a living. She’s gonna be way too comfortable with violence.”

“Then she should see the full spectrum,” Laura smirked. “What it looks like when the old guard still has fight left.”

Bella gave her mom a long look—half wary, half impressed. “Well... I hope you know I’m not in the tournament. So I won’t be the one to stop you if you get cocky.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

Bella smirked. “I’ll be too busy handling my own business. Reykjavík’s first on the list, and I’ve got a title to defend. I’m not looking back—I’m looking for whoever’s crazy enough to step up next.”

Laura stood and gave Bella’s shoulder a squeeze. “Then we both have something to prove. Guess the Phoenix blood really doesn’t run cold.”

Máire toddles over to her grandmother and reaches up, Laura picks her up and gives her granddaughter a raspberry on her cheek as Máire squeals in delight. Bella reaches over and plays with her daughter’s hand and smiles, “You’ll get to see your grandma fight again... I just hope she knows when to stop.”

“Oh trust me, I do. Besides,” Laura added with a shrug, “BFTP isn’t the only thing I came back for.”

Bella raised an eyebrow. “What else?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”


~*~Rules of Engagement: Legacy vs. Momentum~*~

The cold Reykjavík air bit at Bella Madison’s skin as she stepped out of the black SUV and looked up at the iconic shape of Laugardalshöll Arena, its steel frame gleaming beneath the pale Icelandic sun. It wasn’t snowing, not today, but the wind rolled in with that northern sting, sharp enough to nip at her cheeks and remind her that she was far from Vegas. Far from home. And exactly where she needed to be.

Inside, the buzz had already begun.

The crew moved with Nordic precision—stagehands speaking in Icelandic, rigging lights, unfurling SCW banners, and testing the audio across an arena that had seen everything from concerts to combat sports. Tonight? It would play host to a main event meant to bridge eras. Legacy versus momentum.

Bella walked through the corridor, boots clicking on the polished concrete, title slung over her shoulder. The Bombshell Internet Championship felt heavier today—not because of the gold, but because of what the moment meant. It wasn’t a defense. Not yet. But it was a statement.

She found her usual quiet corner in the empty arena, overlooking the ring while the technicians ran checks. From here, the ropes looked flawless, untouched. In a few hours, they’d bear the weight of two generations colliding.

Bella sat on a bench, laying the title beside her. For a moment, she just watched. The Icelandic fans hadn’t arrived yet, but she could already hear them in her head—the roars, the passion, the love for Seleana Zdunich. Their adopted hero. Their returning queen.

“I get it,” she said softly. “It’s Reykjavík. It’s her crowd. Her moment.”

A pause. No resentment. Just resolve.

“But this is my era.”

“The last time I faced Seleana, I was still trying to outrun shadows—my family name, hell, even Mal’s legacy, and of course the worst of it all, my own expectations. I have stood across the ring from a multiple-time champion and been too focused on surviving to leave a mark. But that was then. This is now.”

“You see Seleana....This version of Bella Madison had carved her name in fire. Had bled, clawed, and screamed her way to the top. Seleana was still respected, still loved, but Bella? I am the one carrying the that is carrying a whole division and a good chunk of the bombshell division now. I realized that I was the storm, not the squall.”

“I didn’t come to Iceland to make Seleana feel seen,” she said with a wry smile. “I came to remind the world that no matter who stands across from me—champion or not—when it comes specifically to the SCW Internet Championship, I am the bar now. I’m the weight they have to carry if they want to claim greatness.”

Her eyes flicked to the title again.

“Legacy deserves respect. But I’m here to prove that momentum is what keeps this place alive. They called this the mid-tier title. Funny how that changed once I touched it.”

And then… of course… there was him.

Bella laughed under her breath. Just the thought of him made her rub her temples.

Fenris.

The last person anyone would expect in a referee’s shirt, yet here they were. Reykjavík’s own angry Viking, thrown into the middle of her match like a hurricane in a referee shirt. He was chaos personified. Sharp tongue. Deadpan delivery. And that constant smug look whenever she lost the last piece of chocolate cake at catering.

There was a rhythm to their strange friendship: banter, competition, mock-insults, and fierce loyalty buried beneath layers of eye-rolls. He didn’t play favorites, but he also didn’t do anything without a purpose.

And then there was her mother. Bella groaned just thinking about it.

“Still don’t know what’s worse,” she muttered, “the match, or having to listen to my mother, who is married by the way, flirting with a man who literally isn’t interested in women. It’s gotta be the shorts, I swear.”

She made a note to corner Fenris before the match and jokingly threaten him if he let Seleana get away with any funny business. Not that he’d listen. But still, it was tradition now.

“This isn’t a match born from bad blood. There is no vendetta, no deeply personal rivalry. It was just competition. But I know her too well to phone it in. Even a match like this—friendly, on paper—is a battlefield in disguise. Every step matters. Every win carries momentum. And I have no intention of letting mine die on foreign soil.”

She stood, title in hand, and looked out at the sea of empty seats that would soon erupt with Icelandic pride.

“Bring your best, Seleana,” she whispered. “Let them cheer you. Let them love you. But at the end of tonight, they’ll remember me, too. Because I don’t come to play tourist. I come to conquer.”

Bella turned and walked back down the corridor, the sounds of ring techs fading behind her. The title sparkled under the fluorescent lights, and her boots echoed with confidence.

Sunday, Reykjavík would be hers.

Whether they liked it or not.

Off-Camera

Living Room
Zdunich Apartment
Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday, 4/11/25
1:39 PM





Seleana Zdunich had been trying to make her children, Aurora and Elijah, feel more secure since the destruction of the family home in the Hollywood Hills. She knew Aurora would likely be alright because she’d seen the apartment in Las Vegas as her home for longer because it was where she’d been for her cancer treatments.

Elijah was a different story entirely and she knew it.

Elijah had never really had any stability until his adoption and now that had gone away as well. Seleana knew this was an important time with Elijah. As she packs for her coming flight, she nods to him.

Seleana Zdunich: This trip will be exciting, ja?

Elijah barely shrugs.

Seleana Zdunich: We will enjoy Iceland, I am certain.

Elijah looks up with shock in his eyes.

Elijah Zdunich: We will?

Seleana nods happily.

Seleana Zdunich: You and Aurora are coming as well. Since we started homeschooling you for right now, there is no reason you should not come on this tour. We will be going many places with backgrounds that match mine. We will probably even see my parents in Sweden.

Elijah’s eyes go wide with excitement.

Elijah Zdunich: We’re gonna see Grandma and Grandpa?

Seleana nods.

Seleana Zdunich: Ja, they are excited to see you and Aurora.

Elijah almost starts shaking where he stands.

Elijah Zdunich: Does she know?

Seleana shakes her head.

Seleana Zdunich: You can tell her if you like, ja?

Elijah scampers away excitedly.

Elijah Zdunich: Rori!  Rori!

Seleana smiles as Elijah disappears looking for his sister. The two kids come back into the room a few seconds later.

Aurora Zdunich: Mommy, is this true?

Seleana looks at her daughter.

Seleana Zdunich: Is what true?

Aurora points at Elijah.

Aurora Zdunich: E says we’re going on this trip with you and we’re gonna see Grandma and Grandpa?

Seleana nods.

Seleana Zdunich: Ja, it is the truth.

Aurora light up and starts jumping excitedly with Elijah.

Aurora Zdunich: We’re going with Mommy! We’re going with Mommy! We’re going with Mommy!

Elijah Zdunich: We’re going with Mommy! We’re going with Mommy! We’re going with Mommy!

Seleana nods.

Seleana Zdunich: Ja and we will enjoy this.




On-Camera

Living Room
Zdunich Apartment
Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday, 4/11/25
1:55 PM





The camera opens on Seleana Zdunich standing in her living room in the Las Vegas apartment, smiling and ready for the coming trip.

Seleana Zdunich: Reykjavík, Iceland

She nods happily.

Seleana Zdunich: Laugardalshöll Arena.

She nods again.

Seleana Zdunich: Bella Madison and I will meet in the ring with Fenris as the special referee.

She smiles just at the thought of this visual.

Seleana Zdunich: So we start the Viking Tour with the two vikings both in the ring.

Shrugging slightly, Seleana

Seleana Zdunich: Granted, Fenris will get a bigger reaction than either Bella or I will in this location.

She nods in acknowledgment.

Seleana Zdunich: You deserve it, ja?

She smiles and nods again.

Seleana Zdunich: Bella and I have met before. She is a great champion and I will enjoy meeting her in the ring again.


She nods off screen.

Seleana Zdunich: I am bringing my children on this tour and they will be there to see us show the world how this should be. I look forward to competing with you, Bella. I look forward to how this will likely go. 

Two voices come from just off-camera.

Aurora Zdunich: Mommy’s gonna be great because she is and that’s just how it’s gonna be!

Elijah Zdunich: Is it always  good shoes?

Aurora Zdunich: Always.

Elijah Zdunich: Go, Mommy, go!

Seleana can’t help but smile.

Seleana Zdunich: I am so going to enjoy this trip.

She nods to the kids off-camera.

Seleana Zdunich: It will be glorious.

Sunday 6th of April 2025.

Daniel Morgan had been working his arse off since his brother passed away, switching between London and Las Vegas what felt like every few days. Tiredness had started taking over as he slumped over his desk at 10pm local time in London. His eyes were focused on a news article on his desk, the rarely used newspaper being his choice of media sat on his desk. A knock on his office door shook him from his slump.

Daniel: Come on in.

The door slowly swung open and Daniel's gaze was upon Charlotte Elliot as she stepped through, closing the door behind her and walking towards Daniel. Confident in her stride, she made it to the desk and stopped in front of it.

Charlotte: Still working?

Daniel nodded his head.

Daniel: Yeah, I don't get many Sunday's off and if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with them anyway. What's on your mind?

Charlotte: SCW just released the next card and your name is on it.

He let it sink in, slowly nodding his head as he pondered it.

Daniel: Who am I against?

Charlotte: Before we get in to that, are you sure you wanna get back to it? It's been a rough few weeks and all. Pretty sure you working as much as you have, wrestling can take a seat at the back.

Daniel rubbed his forehead before looking at Charlotte.

Daniel: Well, smart money would be on not to do it considering our plates have become fuller then some chunky family on an all expenses paid holiday, but I can do with something away from the number crunching and taking over London. So who have I got?

Charlotte: You're teaming with Christina against The Barnharts.

Daniel poked out his lip and shrugged his shoulders.

Daniel: Alright.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, looking at her boss.

Charlotte: Alright? Are you sure you wanna do this? I mean Christina has become someone who has a couple of different styles. Are you sure you're gonna get one who turns up rather then the one who half arses it.

Daniel didn't know the answer so he just shrugged once more.

Daniel: Who knows mate, but it's against The Barnharts. They're not exactly the best the place has to offer so we don't have to be one hundred percent on our game and there's bound to be a few kinks to work out, first time teaming and all that, but come on, we've beat those two more times then I can remember. It won't be much of an issue regardless of which Christina turns up.

Charlotte nodded her head with a firm confidence and looked at Daniel.

Charlotte: One other thing...

Daniel: Hmm?

Charlotte: It's a tour show, so it's in Iceland.

Daniel shivered at the word Iceland.

Daniel: Well it's a bit parky out there, not exactly a place I would like to pop over to for a weekend away, but Fenris seems to sell it well, national pride and all that, but I think I got a plan.

Charlotte: What's the plan?

Daniel: I get out of here, get home, talk about them two and send that in, get it sorted. Tomorrow, we head to Vegas, have a little chat with Christina, see if her head is in the game or away with the fairies, we then get to Iceland later in the week and if we don't turn to ice, we'll head on back here. So let the others know about that so they can be ready to head off.

She nodded her head.

Charlotte: Will do.

Daniel stood up, reaching for his suit jacket from behind the desk and shuddering again.

Daniel: Bloody Iceland...

The camera faded to black.

---

Later that night.

The outline of Canary Wharf can be seen before the camera moves down through the tall buildings to a balcony where a man stands outside, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. The suited figure is easily recognized as Daniel J Morgan.

Daniel: There's certain things you can pretty much put your house on when it comes to wrestling and that is as soon as you decide to be a tag team, to push on and have a go for a couple of belts, you will end up starting that whole journey facing those utter ranging bonkers couple that we call the Barnharts, not even as a bookie would I give you odds on facing anyone else, cause those two will always be the gatekeepers. Something else you can also put your house on is no one will actually ever put in the effort to beat those two, because they don't have to and ya still walk away with a win. I could have done so much better this week while I'm back home, cut a promo from the river, actually gone and met Ben Jordan for a little chat, anything, but I am not wasting grade A material on a couple of people who you could call the weird neighbours.

He takes a puff of the cigarette.

Daniel: We're on tour, I coulda really used the whole beautiful scenery, history, even dressed like a Vikings but I don't respect either of you enough to put in the effort and do something special. In my world, and it's very different from your white picket fences and lemonade on the front porch with the people next door, respect is earned and you two, well, you've not done that to me. When you look at it, yeah, Bill might have gone through a thing or two, might have put his body on the line but you Bea, you're a bit of a joke.

Daniel takes another puff of his cigarette.

Daniel: There's no claim to fame for you at all, and let me tell you, Crystal, well she's a bit moody lately, she's got a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. People have been pissing on her from great heights lately, making her the butt of jokes, it's pretty insulting for a former multi time world champion and she's coming back with a whole lot to prove to a whole lot of people and you stand in her way and think you can stop her before she even gets going?

He smiles.

Daniel: You've got more chance of winning Miss World then getting away from Crystal unscathed. I mean honestly Bea, you offer less then nothing to this place, whipping woman of SCW. Nothing stands out about you, there's nothing interesting about you, you're a blank piece of paper really. Nothing exciting at all, but that might be a bit of a piss take for the paper because that actually has a bit of a use. 

Daniel takes a sip of his whiskey.

Daniel: Let's take stock of what you really are Bea. You're a cheerleader for Bill, on the hype for someone, but its beating a dead horse really because no matter how much you try, there's nothing at all there to hype. It's like bolting the stable door after the horse has already done a runner. You can put make up on a pig Bea, but it's still a pig at the end of the day.

Daniel takes a final draw on his cigarette before outing it in a nearby ashtray.

Daniel: I admit, sometimes it's hard to tell you both apart because Bea, you're a bit of a parrot love. It's like you hear what Bill is saying and you pretty much do the same thing. We don't need to hear what an opponent has done in the past, we don't need to hear about past meetings and we don't need to hear about what you've done. We've all got eyes, we can see what happened, we don't need reminders. My advice to you is try and be different from that sweat stain you for some reason decided to go to bed with every night. Be different, don't be the female Bill. Hopefully Crystal smacks you so hard, it makes a change in you. Might stop you from becoming a clone of your old man, because he don't seem like a person you really want to model yourself on.

Daniel shakes his head.

Daniel: I don't get what you two talk about at night to be honest, got the personalities of a wet paper bag. I'm sure it's absolutely thrilling. Maybe SCW should make a reality show with you two to cure insomnia.

He fake yawns.

Daniel: But I'm a very honest man, so I'm gonna level with ya, Crystal isn't the only one coming back with a bit of force behind her. Bad news for you Bill, because I'm coming back with a bit of fire in my belly and some determination in my soul. I've heard what's been said about me, letting things down when it gets down to the crunch of things. I've heard people think I bottle it when I should step up and yeah, I ain't been at my best, I am the first to admit that, but now I'm coming back with a whole lot of fire and trust me, you do not want to be at the wrong end of that.

He takes a sip from the glass.

Daniel: Unfortunately for you, you are on the wrong end of things Bill and no amount of recapping or talking bollocks to put people in to a coma is going to work with me. I get a little angry when I feel like I've let someone down and I have let someone down, I've let myself down, I could have been so much better then I have been yet here I am looking at a golden chance. You've had many of them and let yourself down something rotten, because you fall short every single time, so you know the sting you feel, the fact it's like a vice tightening inside your stomach when you think about how poor you've been. Now I don't like that feeling Bill, you might get a kick out of it, I don't know, you seem like a weird little fella, but it's not something I like, it's not something I want to feel again, so I'm not falling short this time.

He slowly shakes his head.

Daniel: We both have the same goals here, we both want to be champion. You've always wanted one belt or another in your grubby little hands, just who you are, but I'm gonna be the angel of disappointment here because I'm not gonna let you get your hands on that gold, I'm gonna be the one taking a step closer to it. You probably don't watch anything other then your own stuff, you seem like that kind of fella too, but recently, I had a chance to go on for a championship match and I just couldn't cut it that night, but that's not happening again. It's not just about me, but Crystal has been shit on from great heights, people forget to see that she's one of the most decorated people on the roster, and I think it's about time she got decorated again. It's about time I got my hands on a belt I made famous. These two that have them now has done a decent job with them, but I'm the first thought that comes to mind when people chat about those belt, me, Os, Kenz, Charley, we've been the ones who worked to make them famous and it's about time they came back to us. Finn and Kayla had bigger belts to deal with, the Mixed Tag belts were in their shadow, but now it's time for us to put them back in the sunshine. The summer is just a few months away and the sun will be shining brightly, so I think it's only right we put them out in the sun and show them off.

He raises his glass.

Daniel: Now that starts with you, you get to play a big part in what happens in our future, you might just even get remembered for being our first on the way through the entire division, against randoms, against anyone who gets put in front of us. You two will be the first two that we get through and I don't think we're going to break a sweat doing it. You'll be back in your little town, acting like the white bread Americans that you are.

Daniel drains the glass of the last of the whiskey.

Daniel: You'll be back boring the neighbourhood in no time, living your plain dull life with nothing to look forward to, nothing to hope for, nothing to make you stand out from every other person there. Just that little old couple who lives down the street that everyone avoids because they probably think you have bodies in the basement. You'll just go back to being nothing while I will have the eyes of the wrestling world on me again. This is the resurgence of Daniel J Morgan, this is where I rise to prominence again in the wrestling world. I'm refusing to let myself down anymore, I'm refusing to let anyone down anymore. I'm refusing to ever hear myself called a let down again, because I know I'm not a let down and by the time I get to Iceland, I'm gonna be in one hell of a mood, but that will not make me sloppy at all, it will make me focused. I'm a very dangerous man when I'm focused and that's something you won't be able to handle Bill, that's something you really won't be able to handle. This is our first step, this is where we begin to climb the mountain, this is where you go back to being truly forgettable, that's a fact and I only deal in facts. That's about enough for now, you know where I will see you both next.

With that, the camera fades. >