August 30, 2018
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Segment aired during Division: Battlefront IV
The camera caught up to Lachlan Kane as he was backstage in his locker room, taping up his hands in preparation for his match later tonight. A knock at the door drew his attention, and he rose from the bench to answer it. When the door swung open, it revealed a young woman with vibrant red hair casually dressed in ripped skinny jeans and a cropped T-shirt with combat boots on her feet. At the sight of her, Lachlan grinned widely and picked her up in a tight hug.
LACHLAN KANE: I still can’t believe you’re here!
He laughed as he let her down to the floor.
LACHLAN KANE: And here I thought you were gonna be too busy rubbing elbows with upper management to come see me.
He teased her.
??: I am never too busy to pay a visit to my baby bear.
The woman, known to most as indie wrestling darling Kasey Winterborn, teased right back, reaching up to ruffle his dark hair.
KASEY WINTERBORN: Besides, you’re like half the reason I’m even here. You’ve been praising this place nonstop since you got signed, so I had to come check it out for myself first hand.
He was still grinning as they sat down on the bench together, but the smile faded away soon.
LACHLAN KANE: So, how have you been since…?
Kasey toyed with the ends of her hair, lowering her gaze to the floor.
KASEY WINTERBORN: OK, I guess. Some days are better than others.
She looked back up at him.
KASEY WINTERBORN: But I think the more important question is how are you feeling? You’ve got a hell of a fight in front of you tonight.
Lachlan let out a deep sigh.
LACHLAN KANE: No kidding. I’m more worried about what this could do to Sierra and I’s relationship. I know she said that she’ll still support me if I win, but that might change. Who knows how we’ll feel at the end of it all.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
LACHLAN KANE: I don’t want to lose her over this.
Kasey put an arm around his shoulders.
KASEY WINTERBORN: Hey, listen. I think that the two of you will be OK after this match, no matter what happens. You really seem to care for her a lot, and I have a feeling that she does for you too.
LACHLAN KANE: It’s more than just caring about her. I know we’ve only been together a short time… but I think I love her.
KASEY WINTERBORN: Then no matter what the outcome of tonight, tell her. Show her that you love her.
Lachlan mulled the idea around in his head, before nodding slowly as the camera faded out.
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Later that night, at the start of the main event of the card...
A few seconds go by as Lachlan and Sierra stand there looking at each other. They both start to talk to one another.
LACHLAN KANE (without a mic): Whatever happens tonight, just know that nothing changes between us. I still care about you. I wish you the best of luck and if you win, you deserve it, baby.
SIERRA WILLIAMS (without a mic): I know, and you too. Don’t hold anything back on me. I want you to fight...
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Later in the match, as Lachlan has Sierra locked into a single-leg Boston crab submission...
DAVINA MONROE: SIERRA GETS HER LEG ON THE ROPES AND DICKIE SEE’S IT! HE STOPS COUNTING! Lachlan is in disbelief right now and Sierra isn’t moving. She keeps her leg on the rope. He gets back up to his feet and paces around the ring for a few seconds. I’m not sure if he’s getting frustrated that she’s not giving up or if he’s happy that she’s still in this. He walks over to her and lifts her up. He goes to throw a punch but she ducks.
SIERRA WILLIAMS (without a mic): Lach, wait!
JULIAN MORETTI: What is she doing? Both of them stop. She limps for a second and holds her knee. She then pulls him in close and gives him a kiss on the lips…
SIERRA WILLIAMS (without a mic): Lach… I…
LACHLAN KANE (without a mic): What is it?
SIERRA WILLIAMS (without a mic): I love you.
SCOTT ASTOR: WHAT?! DID SHE JUST SAY THE L WORD?! THEY HADN’T SAID THAT TO EACH OTHER YET AND HERE SHE IS SAYING IT BEFORE HE DOES!
DAVINA MONROE: THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE RIGHT NOW AS ARE WE! DICKIE’S MOUTH HAS DROPPED! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
JULIAN MORETTI: I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE PULLED THAT OUT DURING THE MATCH THOUGH!
SCOTT ASTOR: WAIT, WHAT IS SHE DOING? LACHLAN IS FROZEN RIGHT NOW AND SHE ROLLS HIM UP FOR THE COVER! DICKIE DROPS DOWN FOR THE COUNT!
DICKIE WATSON: ONEEE!! TWOOO!!! THREEEE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
“The Final Episode” by Asking Alexandria blasts through the speakers. Dickie Watson grabs a hold of Sierra’s arm and raises it in the air. The video then freezes on a split-screen shot of Lachlan and Sierra locking eyes with unreadable expressions on their faces. With a crackle of static, the screen changes to a shot of Lachlan Kane, seated in a dimly lit room on a low stone dais. Dressed rather smartly in a dark suit and black button-up shirt, his fingertips pressed together in between his legs, he was the picture of quiet intensity as his bright blue eyes stared down the camera lens, the usual cheery smile absent from the Irish fighter’s face.
“I thought I’d preview my official Sin City Wrestling introduction with a bit of a history lesson,” he started, his strong Irish accent echoing slightly in the room. “If you watched Sierra’s promo video from earlier, then you know that she spoke about using my feelings for her against me in order to win a match. What I just showed you was exactly what happened in that match. And it’s just like she said…” His face took on a bit of a cocky smirk as he leaned towards the camera slightly. “If she was willing to do that to the man she loved, then none of you have a hope in hell.”
He leaned back. “Now, I’m sure there are those out there who will watch that and immediately doubt the strength of Sierra and I’s relationship. But that’s just it. What you all saw was what happened in front of the cameras. No one knows what went on when the cameras were off. The only two people that are privy to that information are Sierra and myself. And frankly, it’s not anyone’s business what the state of our relationship is. You see what we allow you to see. No more, no less. And what you’ll be seeing at the next Climax Control is a unified front. A team that will walk to that ring and dominate, like we were meant to do in Division before its untimely end. The two of us were poised to be the company’s first ever Tag Team Champions, there is no doubt about it. In Division, we were the ones stealing the spotlight night in and night out. The ones that all the dirt sheets were writing about, all the bloggers were talking about. We had that company in the palm of our hand. Just like we will here in SCW, soon enough.”
He rested his hands on his thighs for a moment. “It’s already begun, hasn’t it? Why else would Sierra and I be going up against the current Mixed Tag Team Champions, when we literally just stepped through the door? Simple: because Mark Ward and Christian Underwood know that we are the future of this company. Call that arrogance if you will, but just ask anyone involved with Division. We were given the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. Of course, at the start there were quite a few big names signed to the company. But one by one, they fell to the wayside. Faded into obscurity, while Sierra and I continued week after week to etch our names into the history books.” He shrugged one shoulder with a wry twist of his mouth. “Sadly, the history book for Division is going to be a little thin, but Sierra and I are still writing chapters in ours.”
“Miss Mercedes...I know that you have some history with my girl, and from what she’s told me of you, you’re quite the force to be reckoned with. You’ve held a king’s ransom in gold - quite literally - and have a list of accomplishments that’s as long as my arm. Needless to say, I will give credit where it’s due. You don’t get to that point in your career without hard work and determination. But all the accomplishments in the world won’t save you from an ass-kicking the likes of which you won’t soon forget, courtesy of my gorgeous Canadian spitfire.”
“And then we have the other half of this equation, Kain. The unknown variable. The dark horse, if you will. I mean, if we’re gonna go on look alone, you have easily got us beat. I mean hell, you’ve got nearly 4 stone over me! Not to mention you’re built like a friggin’ brick shitehouse. I’m sure the bookies in Vegas don’t exactly have the odds in our favour. But that’s the beautiful thing about the wrestling world, and one of the things I love most about it. It’s a place where anything can happen. It thrives on unpredictibility. Where a guy like me can beat a guy like you...and trust me, that’s what’s gonna happen on Sunday night. See, I’ve faced guys like you before. In the UK, in Japan...hell, even when I was getting my ass handed to me at 16 in the shipyards during my underground fighting days. And there’s something I’ve learned about you big fellas. It doesn’t matter how many fancy moves you got, or how many kicks and punches you throw...eventually, you slow down. Throwing all that weight around gets pretty exhausting. I’ve made a career off of being one guy that you cannot keep down. How do you think I got my nickname, huh? No matter how many times you knock me down, I will always get back up. Until the time comes when you’re too exhausted to throw another move, and that’s my time to shine. All I gotta do is get you down to the mat, hit the top rope and drive my feet straight into your chest. And then, Sierra and I will have punched our ticket to High Stakes VIII, where we’ll do the whole dance over again. Only then, your shiny little titles will be up for grabs. And Sierra and I will claim what was denied us in Division and prove that we are here to run Sin City.”
Standing up from the dais, Lachlan took a few steps towards the camera, a smirk gracing his face. “Pound for pound, you won’t find two tougher athletes in this entire company than Sierra Williams and Lachlan Kane. And we’re gonna show you all just why that is on Sunday night.”
With a cheeky wink to the camera, Lachlan walks off screen, leaving the lens focused on the stone dais as it slowly fades out to black.
