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A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Kemal Yilmaz - 03-07-2026 Cid Turner & Asher Hayes vs. La Pequena Luz & Amelia Nevado 4 RP limit for tag 3500 Word Per RP Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, March 11, 2026 RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Cid - 03-09-2026 DUST OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER... RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Asher_Hayes - 03-09-2026 DO WE NEED TO MODIFY THE ENTRANCE... Also... /004\ RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Cid - 03-10-2026 ... ONE LAST TIME! RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Wisteria Waltz - 03-10-2026 Spring Break was normally considered a time to relax, especially if you were still in school. A chance to unwind and not have to stress over your studies so you can come back rejuvenated and ready to hit the ground running, as well as a chance to enjoy what was typically the start of spring weather in many places to chase away the frigid chill of winter. What's become the more well-known way to look at the idea of Spring Break, however, was popularized by college kids over the past few decades, which typically involves traveling to beaches or other warmer locations and spending that break period partying like there's no tomorrow, getting drunk, doing who knows what kinds of substances, 'conveniently' losing one's clothes, and anything else that sounded wild and crazy and embodied the youthful spirit of an entire generation. Granted, The Light In The Darkness weren't too big on the whole 'party' scene for their own respective reasons, and certainly didn't want to indulge in some of the wilder activities that would have them feeling like they were disrespecting their own bodies and dignity afterwards, but this year in particular, Amelia found herself unable to stand the idea of even relaxing that Spring Break normally dictated as a bare minimum. Not when there was work to be done, no thanks to Luz... or at least that's what the persistent voice in her head had been trying to convince her of. The couple and their found family had arrived in Panama City the day before, and neither Luz nor Amelia could say they were surprised to find that SCW had set their talent up in beachfront hotels and resorts to help set the mood for the final Breakdown before Retribution. For the most part, they had stuck together as one big group to help dissuade any potential advances from college kids who were already too into the Spring Break spirit (especially considering the couple were not only married but in their late 20s now, making the whole thing feel even more awkward), but on this morning while the beaches were still relatively quiet for the day, Amelia had headed out to the shoreline in a pink tank top and black shorts, doing some stretches and running along the water's edge to stay loose for what awaited her this week... and to try and clear her head. The Breakdown in Cleveland two weeks ago had been... an experience, to say the least. Yes, she did technically have an Underground Title reign to her name now, but everything about it left a bad taste in her mouth and only caused her recent frustrations to burn even hotter, especially with how short the reign was. In her mind, it wasn't enough to prove anything to anyone, and not being in action last week in St. Louis hadn't helped too much either. True, she and Luz had gotten involved in that big brawl that closed the show... 'Well, Luz did,' that voice claiming to be her true self mocked her within her thoughts. 'You hesitated... a sign of weakness.' Amelia growled to herself but didn't bother arguing. That bothersome voice was right about one thing: she HAD hesitated, and by the time she actually rolled into the ring, the crowd had already cleared out and she hadn't done anything, not like Luz who charged in like the reckless fool Amelia had fallen so deeply in love with and began throwing hands to restore order without thinking twice. As far as she knew, Luz didn't seem aware that Amelia hadn't even truly gotten involved, and Amelia cursed herself for wondering if her wife was that unintentionally oblivious or just trying to be nice and not call any attention to it. If there was any thought she tried to desperately latch onto as motivation, it was the fact that this week would be her final chance to try and make a statement to earn any sort of opportunity for Retribution... though her hopes were tempered when she remembered that, as far as this match was concerned, it wasn't really about her or even Luz. All eyes were on the reunited A/C Unit, all the promotion was about this being their final match as a tag team before Cid would wrestle one final time against his own partner and friend at the next pay-per-view. Even Luz had something to look forward to at Retribution, defending her U.S. Title against Meghan Strader to finally settle things between them in another marquee match to her wife's name. Amelia, at least for the moment, had nothing... and she didn't think she could possibly feel any more frustrated and choked by hopelessness than she already was. Retribution this year was going to be in England, her home country. Wembley Stadium was somewhere she knew like the back of her hand, having performed there both for SCW and otherwise more times in her career than most. It was the arena where she crossed paths with Luz for the very first time, the place where the two of them had announced their return to SCW three and a half years ago now. And yet, here she currently stood, without even so much as a hint to what could await her in front of her fellow countrymen, if anything at all. Retribution presented a chance at a homecoming that could maybe turn the tide of her career, not to mention an opportunity to try and reverse the awful luck she and Luz have notoriously had at that specific pay-per-view... but right now? It seemed like the idea of competing in her home country wasn't even on the table, and it only made the negative thoughts consuming her mind even worse. “I was hoping I'd find you out here.” Amelia snapped out of the trance she'd seemingly fallen into, only now realizing she had been spiraling judging by the excessive sweat rolling down her skin and the heavy breathing that was absolutely not a result of her morning workout. The voice that greeted her ears, however... right now, it was one that she was torn about hearing as she turned to find Luz jogging up to her, dressed in identical clothing except her tank top was indigo instead of Amelia's pink, as well as her mask, of course. “What do you want, Lulu?” Amelia asked, a little harsher than usual as had unfortunately become a running trend lately, though the fact that she had still used her nickname for her wife despite that seemed to lessen the hostility as Luz didn't look as bothered by the snapping this time. “Same thing as you, since great minds think alike,” Luz claimed, clearly trying to keep her tone light and optimistic, but she couldn't avoid layering a bit of caution in as well. “We've got a huge tag match this week, Ames, so it's only right if we put our best foot forward and give it our all.” “Is it, though?” Amelia found herself asking before her brain even registered the words. “Of course it is,” Luz replied as she started to stretch out, though her eyes never left her wife. She'd have to be a real idiot to not see how much Amelia still seemed to be struggling to figure out how to push forward to the level Luz knew she absolutely belonged at, and she was trying her best to make it known that she was still right there for her wife, no matter what. “We're the team that gets to be the final match for A/C Unit before Cid has his retirement match. I'd say that's plenty of reason to step up and prove ourselves.” “Why us, though?” Amelia argued, the frustration starting to bubble to the surface again as she tried to wrap her head around things. “You've got your big Thunderdome Match in my home country to worry about, I...” Amelia found her thought derailing at the reminder that her dance card for Retribution was still blank before scoffing. “You could've said no...” “I tried!” Luz responded, the anger in her tone catching even Amelia off-guard for a moment. “Sorry, Ames... believe me, as much of an honor as this is, especially with a team from before our time still seeing us as the gold standard of the SCW tag division even now, I tried to turn down Asher's offer. I know you're trying to figure things out and I wanted to respect that. It's why I'm willing to sit on that Tag Title opportunity I won for as long as I'll be allowed to, because if I have a choice for who I want to share those titles with then I'll choose you and you alone every single time. Asher didn't give me a chance to actually respond before just running with what he wanted to happen.” Amelia sighed, which only deepened Luz's frown. She truly hated seeing her wife in this depressive spiral, but the way things had played out so far, she was truly at a loss for what to do to help anymore. Amelia barely wanted to talk despite the fact that they were married, which was doing things to Luz's own brain that she was trying to ignore because she refused to believe that Amelia was second-guessing the love that had developed between them through everything they endured together on this journey. She had been resistant to all of the usual things that had worked in the past whenever one of them had been feeling this low. Luz didn't want to try and speak on her wife's behalf in an effort to help because she saw the signs that Amelia preferred to make this climb on her own, but she also felt useless doing nothing and watching Amelia destroy herself when Luz knew, better than anybody, that Amelia was absolutely one of the very best to ever lace up a pair of boots and had earned the right to the same solo recognition that Luz had. “Look,” Luz tried, moving to stand beside Amelia as they stared out at the morning sun climbing higher over the horizon as they felt the surf washing over their bare feet, “I know it's probably hard to see much to this match right now, especially when we're not even the major draw for it, just as I know things have been... less than ideal for you lately. Heck, I hate the way Asher went about getting this match to happen, just as I hated hearing some of the things he had to say about you for that Underground Title thing two weeks ago. Buuuuut... this is the match we have, so maybe we try to look at this from a different angle.” 'Listen to her, trying to act like she knows you any better than Asher does,' Amelia heard that familiar voice grating on her thoughts again. She shook her head to try and fend off the intrusive thoughts before nodding to Luz to continue. “Think about it: yeah, this will be my first and only time meeting Cid in that ring, but you've got a chance to get that win back from Apocalypse. Show Cid what you learned from that encounter, prove just how much hungrier you are now and how much more you want to earn that torch he may want to pass on. As for Asher...” Luz couldn't keep herself from sighing and shaking her head to try and keep her own thoughts straight about a man who she both respected and absolutely felt annoyed by his antics. “You're technically a former Underground Champion now... when Asher held that title the first time two weeks ago, he had to lock himself in the restroom to try and run out the clock. Maybe pinning Kim's stuffed penguin wasn't the ideal moment you were looking for, but you didn't run or hide. You stood your ground and fought like heck to make it clear you are worthy of being a champion. It won't happen at Retribution, but maybe a win over Asher will open the door for you to properly challenge him for that title... a chance to win it back and show everyone the kind of champion Amelia Nevado absolutely is.” Amelia opened her mouth to respond... then closed it almost immediately. She could hear that voice in her head trying to form an argument, but it was struggling. Luz had a very good point, even if she had initially tried to turn this match down for her beloved's sake and Asher just wasn't going to have any of it. Some things about it didn't feel ideal, but this match absolutely offered a lot of ways for her to gain that momentum she needed so badly right now to open things up for her, maybe prove she was ready to stand tall as a singles champion and prove Luz wasn't the only Nevado who could stand at the top of the mountain in SCW. “What about you, though?” she found herself asking after a moment. “I won't lie, Luz... everything you just said sounds like music to my ears right now, but to me, it all feels like it hinges on me getting the pin, not just The Light In The Darkess winning this match.” Luz's hopeful smile faded briefly as she tapped her chin in thought, mentally scolding herself for not thinking of that obvious wrinkle. “How about this? No matter what happens, I'll do my best to make sure you're the one scoring the pin, and I'll only break that vow if left with no other choice. You take the lead in this dance, mi amor... I'll follow your every move.” As Luz gave her best cheesy grin to her wife, she saw a flicker of hope in the form of that familiar lovestruck expression appearing in Amelia's eyes. She was still absolutely worried about whatever was going on in her wife's head and hoping, beyond anything else, that things start turning around for Amelia really soon, but at least in this brief moment, it felt like things were slowly going back to normal, to the way they should be in Luz's eyes. She wasn't just saying it, either... in the earliest days, when they were still trying to fully figure out the unreal chemistry between them in the ring and apply it to their tag team efforts, she let Amelia lead because she was the technician, the strategist, and Luz would happily follow her every word and only deviate from the plan when necessary. It was how their synergy in the ring had evolved into what SCW fans knew it as today, and in her mind, offering that felt like going back to the basics and rebuilding themselves from the very beginning, sparking the hope of this Breakdown being the moment where Amelia would finally find the missing pieces to this puzzle and begin her long overdue ascension. “I'd like that very much,” Amelia finally breathed out, meaning every word even if she still sounded a little uncertain. Said uncertainty had nothing to do with Luz, though... at least, not this time. She could tell Luz was really trying, even if Amelia hadn't been giving her much room to help because this was more of a her problem she needed to figure out. But the way Luz spoke with such hope in this plan that it made it sound easy... it reminded her of the encounter with Polly from last week, how easy she made it sound to just take things into her own hands and claim what she felt she deserved. That business card that Polly dropped still felt like it was burning a hole in her bag back in their room, a temptation that she was finding harder and harder to ignore the more frequently she spiraled. “Hey,” Luz called to snap Amelia out of her thoughts once again before the shadows of her brain started to consume her once again. “I know you've been out here for a while now and I just got here, but maybe we can just... walk along the beach for a moment? Maybe enjoy the peace and quiet and just... make sure we've back on the same wavelength before we bust our butts and earn this win?” “As long as we're wrapping up before people really start to hit the beaches,” Amelia responded, a ghost of a grin playing on her lips. It was a bit shaky, but Luz would take it for right now. “I'd hate for Asher or anybody like him to come by whistling and hitting on us like they've never seen a woman in shorts and a tank top working out on a beach before.” “Oh lord, please don't remind me of that awkward moment from dealing with Asher!” Luz cried, unable to keep herself from giggling as Amelia joined her, a bit quieter than usual but the gears were definitely turning in her head. There was definitely a lot to think about still and a lot of questions she needed to answer, ideally without 'the real Amelia' accosting her from deep in her own brain, but more than anything, she really just wanted to prove whatever she needed to so this stupid idea that she was the weak link of The Light In The Darkness would finally die and she could show everyone who Amelia Nevado truly was: a woman who would gladly live, breathe, bleed and die for this sport, not because it was expected of her, but because it's who she wanted to be. Unfortunately, there were still those out there who believed both her and Luz needed to be someone else entirely, and as Amelia knelt down to check her phone before she had the kind of relaxing mini-date with Luz that she knew her mind desperately needed to relieve the stress she was putting on herself, she felt anger and fear spike through her veins as she saw enough text messages from unknown numbers that it filled at least three whole pages. Showing this to Luz had her checking her own phone, and sure enough, she was greeted with the same sight. The numbers were all different, but the message was variations of the same thing: WE ARE NOT DEAD YET. WE ARE GOD'S TRUE CHOSEN. THE FALSE PROPHET DECEIVES YOU. WE WILL END ALL YOU SINNERS IN THE NAME OF TRUE SALVATION. “False prophet...” Amelia mumbled as she turned to face Luz. “These don't sound like they're from anybody in The Empire.” “They almost sound like...” Luz started to say before she trailed off, a distant look in her eyes. Despite the recent strain on things her own frustrations had been causing, Amelia knew exactly what had risen to the forefront of Luz's thoughts. She remembered a conversation they'd had back before all her recent setbacks really started getting to her, how Luz's last session with Dr. Bolton hadn't been able to address the guilt and nightmares she was still trying to bury over the death of Stephen Crane, the fallen leader of The Empire's splinter cell. All of a sudden, Amelia found the hope she'd just started clinging to again slipping through her fingers, remembering exactly why Luz hadn't been able to address it after finally healing old wounds with her mother, and why she had a better idea than Luz did of what exactly these messages might be hinting towards if their fears were founded and remnants of that splinter cell were still soldiering on and determined to enact their version of Caleb White's twisted vision. If they weren't at risk before all because these extremists disagreed with Caleb's obsessive desire to 'save' Amelia and Luz from being who they were, then having an Empire spy among their ranks certainly put them right into the heart of the fire. Poor Luz still had no idea. And Amelia was tearing herself apart over her fears of tearing Luz apart if she couldn't figure out a solution to that problem before her wife realized her kindness was secretly becoming their undoing. RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Asher_Hayes - 03-11-2026 Tears and shit. From sleep deprivation, not from Cid leaving me. /005\ RE: A/C Unit vs. Light in the Darkness - Wisteria Waltz - 03-11-2026 Considering it's Spring Break, there's an eerie calmness in the air. It's not something ominous that foreshadows danger, like a calm before the storm, but rather something that just feels a little jarring considering where we are and what time of the year it is. With SCW set to celebrate Spring Break with a special Breakdown live from Panama City Beach, it makes sense that we find ourselves on said beach... kind of. To be more specific, we find ourselves walking along the lengthy Russell Fields Pier, moving away from the beach. A quick glance behind us reveals plenty of people, primarily college kids, in various swimwear and living it up knowing they won't get a chance like this again for a good while once they have to return to school or work or whatever their lives have waiting for them. Even as we turn back around, there's several people who walk past us along this pier who can't resist waving hi to the camera, and considering there's a couple of jarring jump cuts, we can assume some of them got the wrong idea about why we're here and editing was needed to address whatever they opted to do. As we reach the end of the pier, however, there are only two people standing here, looking out at the waves beneath them, dressed in tank tops and shorts that, while not quite out of place for being on a beach, are definitely meant more for a workout than anything else. In an odd sort of way, it feels... a little surreal to see Amelia Nevado and La Pequeña Luz standing side-by-side again for the first time in months, especially considering the former has been growing more frustrated and on-edge as of late. Perhaps that explains why we see no sign of Luz's U.S. Title belt this time, as well as why her usual radiant smile seems a little more subdued while Amelia is as focused as ever. There's definitely a tension we can feel in the air, but we can also feel that both women are trying not to let it affect a dynamic we've come to know so well over the years. Luz glances over to her wife, who gives her a shaky smile at the very least and nods to confirm she's ready to do this, and that's when the luchadora kicks us off. “I'm not going to lie, guys... it feels a little weird being here. Don't get me wrong, Amelia and I are aware of the idea of Spring Break and the party culture that has formed around it for one reason or another. Heck, Cancún in my own home country is almost always a Spring Break hotspot, and I can understand why. The thing is, though... we're not exactly what you'd call 'party girls,' and I don't just say that because of the reputation we've built for ourselves in the ring. As I've said before, I was always the 'weird kid' growing up, the one who never got invited to parties because everyone was worried I'd ruin it somehow with one of my 'weird antics.' Granted, I probably wouldn't have felt comfortable at one of those things anyway, but not even being considered for an invite I can at least politely turn down? It doesn't exactly do much for one's self-confidence growing up.” “I, on the other hand, was always a fixture at parties... though they aren't the kind of parties you're thinking of, and absolutely nothing something along the lines of what Spring Break offers. Bearing in mind everything I've ever said about my parents and what they put me through, they were also quite wealthy and very 'high society' people, built on the backs of their wrestling endeavors. The parties I knew growing up were fancy, sophisticated soirées that were all about forging connections meant to help keep me on 'the right path' when I eventually followed in their footsteps... as well as shoving their wealth and status down other people's throats. I always had to wear overly fancy dresses and act like I was a perfect little doll who was willing, at most, to hear out what someone else had to offer me. I hated every second of those 'parties' because of how long I'd have to spend hiding the cracks my parents left me with and pretending to be perfect. Maybe it tainted my outlook on parties as a whole, but after seeing the kinds of parties that are usually associated with Spring Break, I can at least be honest when I say I don't think I'd feel comfortable being a part of that. My parents would have condemned it for any number of reasons that just sound snooty, but I'm my own person allowed to have my own opinion on things, and I personally don't believe it's my kind of scene.” “If it's your kind of scene, though, there's nothing wrong with that! We always champion the idea of being comfortable with who you truly want to be instead of trying to be something you're not. That very belief has helped us defy the odds time and time again and prove why we're two of the very best to ever step foot in an SCW ring, a recognition we earned by fighting our butts off and proving it in that ring time and time again, not just claimed it to be the case and failed to back it up like so many out there are quick to jump to just to make themselves feel more important than they've proven to be. But that's also why we don't want it held against us just because we're not here in Panama City Beach to party, but to once again prove ourselves. Besides, wild parties like this can be dangerous if you're not paying attention, and there are unfortunately people out there who prey upon that. Ames and I could probably turn anybody who gets any of those 'bright ideas' into pretzels, but when booze starts flowing, that will to fight fades, making you vulnerable... something that at least one of our opponents should know all too well.” As Luz is speaking, Amelia looks a little conflicted for a moment over all the talk of being who you truly want to be instead of something you're not. For years, she's known who she truly wants to be, and we've seen her find success as the true, honest, real Amelia Nevado, but it's clear her recent setbacks are weighing heavily on her mind again and she might be questioning who the true Amelia Nevado is. She does manage to snap out of it by the time Luz finishes speaking, though. As she takes a deep breath to clear her head, Luz does glance at her with concern, slowly moving to perhaps call for a time out, but Amelia holds up a hand to stop her, silently reassuring her she's alright. Luz nods, but she still watches Amelia carefully. “There's nothing wrong with however you want to approach this business as long as you're being honest with yourself, but there also comes a time when you have to know you made a mistake and need to learn from it. Maybe that's why, for as honored as we are to have been chosen as the final tag team opponents of A/C Unit before Cid Turner's retirement, we can't be blamed for being a little worried about you, Asher, as well as a little cautious. You did fall into the very problem last year that Luz just described after you beat her for the U.S. Title, and it resulted in you being abandoned somewhere in her home country while Jordan Majors paraded around for months with a title that did not belong to her. I'm not going to stand here and say you aren't a great wrestler... as I said, you ended my wife's first U.S. Title reign, you're a former World Champion, and now you're the reigning Underground Champion. But it's hard to really know exactly what we're going to get from Asher Hayes come Breakdown this week, especially given the environment and all its temptations. Maybe you feel there's an advantage there because it makes you unpredictable, but it just makes it hard for us to know how much any of this actually means to you, especially when you can't seem to decide whether you actually want to be friends with us or antagonize us.” “I hate to say it Asher, but mi amor is valid in what she says. I think back to when you were the number one contender to my first U.S. Title reign, how you spent weeks taking potshots at me and promoting this belief that you'd beat me easily because 'men are stronger than women' and anything else that sounded borderline sexist, which is absurd when you look back on your own career and realize how many losses have been dealt to you by women, only to turn right around when it came time for that match and you addressed me as though I was always your equal, someone worthy of respect. You did beat me for the title, but I had hoped I legitimately earned your respect not just through the fight I gave you, but also because I stepped up to defend you when Jordan was waltzing around with what was now your title. I didn't have to do that, but I did it anyway because it was the right thing to do. And yet, I heard the things you had to say to Amelia once you found out she was taking a shot at that Underground Title Turmoil, and it was like we were right back to square one. I know my wife better than you do Asher... not just because we've been friends for most of our careers and now share a life together, but because I've faced her in that ring more times than I can keep track of and can tell you, from firsthand experience, that she is everything you believe she isn't and then some. Add in the fact that you were so adamant on having this A/C Unit reunion before Cid retires that it sounds like he's having doubts over whether or not he should've agreed to this, not to mention the fact that you refused to let me say no to this when I had perfectly valid reasons that didn't even just revolve around what awaits me at Retribution, and it's almost starting to sound like you care more about being a part of the retirement of someone who's supposed to be a friend to you than actually wanting to see him ride off into the sunset on his terms.” “Asher... I think back to what you had to say to me two weeks ago, and I find it rather ironic now. You spoke as if you know me, claimed I didn't have the heart of a champion when I have spent most of my wrestling career fighting like my life depended on it and leaving it all in the ring just to define who I truly am. Maybe you were speaking from experience and trying to give me advice in a way that was rather backhanded... after all, how many years did you grow jealous when you found success but others kept being recognized more than you did, no matter how hard you worked? How did you feel whenever Cid was World Champion back when A/C Unit was still a regular thing? I would've figured, with how long you've been in this business, you would know better than most by now that while we are wrestlers, we're also human beings... we're not perfect, we're allowed to feel frustrated and let things get to us when we go for a while without things going our way, despite our best efforts. Pretty sure that's what led to the period of time when you were obsessed with being World Champion by any means necessary, referring to it as 'your kismet' and acting like the world owed you that moment even when you finally got it. And if you really want to know exactly how wrong you truly are? Look back at that very turmoil two weeks ago... yeah, you got two Underground Title reigns out of it and walked out with the title and I only got one. But you spent your entire first reign during that match locked in the restroom, hiding and trying to run out the clock. Me? I may not have been happy that I won the title off of Kim's little penguin friend, but during my entire reign I stood my ground in that ring, fighting off anybody who stepped up to try and take it from me. Between the two of us... who sounds more like they have the heart of a champion, who wanted to prove they deserved that title more?” The more Amelia speaks, the more heated she starts getting, and by the time she's saying her final words to Asher, Luz has placed a comforting hand on her wife's shoulder. Amelia seems to snap out of her growing frustration, turning to lock eyes with her wife as Luz looks more concerned than ever before. We can hear Amelia quietly saying “Lo siento” as she and Luz briefly converse in Spanish before Amelia takes a step back to try and recompose herself as Luz directs her attention back to the camera. “Like I said Asher... I may respect what you can do in that ring, but Amelia is valid to feel the way she does towards you, as am I. But of course, A/C Unit isn't just Asher Hayes, and a lot more about this match going down on Breakdown has to do with his partner. Cid Turner... you're right Cid, we've never wrestled before now. That's one honor my wife beat me to the punch on, and I envy her for it, just as I envy the fact that this will be my only chance to wrestle a legend such as yourself while she can claim to have done it twice. As honored as I am about this, though... I'm just as honored to know how much your daughter looks up to me, to us, as her heroes. I was flattered when Amelia and I got the chance to meet her back at Under Attack, seeing her wearing one of my masks... it feels surreal to hear you call me a hero to the next generation Cid, and seeing your daughter prove it. That's one of the biggest reasons I got into this business, why I am proud to be a luchadora, because I want to inspire all those who come after me just as mi papá inspired me, just as I know you've inspired so many even if you don't seem so certain of that yourself. That's why, even if you've admitted that you aren't too sure about this, and I do sympathize with you wanting to simply end your career on your own terms and will say you're allowed to feel a little frustrated with your friend for wanting you to keep going just a little longer... I'm glad we're getting this opportunity, even despite how we got here, to put on a classic for the ages. I'm honored that The Light In The Darkness gets to be the final tag team opponents for A/C Unit, and I swear to you on my mask Cid that I will not hold back, that I will do right by you and give you a match that you can be proud to look back on. I don't know how much you have left in the tank, but if you're willing to give a little bit more of that fight, then I'll be honored to show you that the end doesn't have to be something to fear... it can be something just as beautiful that will be remembered by everyone for generations to come.” As Luz takes a moment to make sure she's not crying as she started to sound like she was getting a bit choked up at the end there, as though certain memories were running through her own head, we can see Amelia deep in thought as well. There's some conflict in her gaze as she thinks back to her only other encounter with Cid, but there's also clearly a lot of thought being put into the things he did say going into this match. As she steps forward, Luz gives her that same look, but this time Amelia's nod is more certain, and it's enough for Luz to breathe a sigh of relief as Amelia gathers her thoughts. “Cid... I'd be lying if I said there isn't a part of me that wants to blame you for the start of my frustrations as of late. It's easy to point back at our World Title match and believe that's where it all started. I walked into Apocalypse months ago thinking, believing, that maybe I truly was ready to step up and prove I was capable of being a World Champion, and you denied me of that. My loss that night had me questioning if I truly was ready, so I kept throwing myself at every challenge I could find to prove that I really was ready, that I could be at that level, and each setback hurt more and more. But I can't do that, Cid... I can't blame you for where I'm at now, not because you're a legend on the verge of retiring who feels I'm worthy enough of giving you one of your final matches, but because you're right. Unlike with Asher, I can truly tell you know exactly what I'm going through, I can see how much you've questioned yourself, how much longer you can keep going, wondering if you can even do this match with Luz and I. To hear you stand there and say, in all seriousness, that you believe, from firsthand experience, that I'm ready... that perhaps means more to me than you'll ever know. I walked into that match at Apocalypse looking to prove myself, and even though I lost, I had hoped I proved to somebody that I was worthy of being seen as more than just Luz's wife or the other half of The Light In The Darkness, that I was ready to step up and carry this company on my shoulders as well going forward. I know you aren't lying just to make me feel better, Cid... you've got no reason to, nothing left to lose. You said it yourself: for as badly as I wanted to prove I was worthy, for how hungry I was to become World Champion on that night, you wanted it that much more because you were just too stubborn to stay down, that set on the belief that losing that title would mean the end of this for you. And now? I know from experience how far you'll go even to win one more match, and Luz and I can adapt in response, as true competitors do. While Asher may be the only one truly excited for some of the extra flair this week's Breakdown will have, I can tell you with absolutely certainty that Luz and I are looking forward to this match, Cid. But know that even if you and Asher really want to win, to prove one last time that A/C Unit still has what it takes, to make your final match with each other at Retribution just that little bit more interesting... Luz and I are here in Panama City Beach to win, to prove that we are worthy successors to the legacy that you and A/C Unit will leave behind. Luz is hungry for momentum going into the Thunderdome... I'm hungry to prove I'm worthy of a chance to compete in front of my fellow countrymen. Maybe you have nothing left to lose, Cid... but we'd be doing you a disservice if we gave you anything less than a match where we weren't fighting like we knew we have so much to gain. So Cid, Asher... thank you for this opportunity, and we look forward to seeing you at Breakdown.” Amelia takes a step back as Luz drapes an arm over her wife's shoulders, the two of them giving the camera a final pair of smiles even as their gazes burn brightly with the fire of determination. Luz's smile is as brilliant as always, Amelia's is more subdued and maybe still carries hints of a rattled confidence, but in this moment, they are both human... and they are both ready for one of the greatest fights they will ever have, no matter how it plays out.