Meghan Strader vs. La Pequena Luz

[Kemal Yilmaz]

SCW United States Championship

Thunderdome Match

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Saturday, March 21, 2026

[CowgirlsFromHell]

Meghan Strader: From The Ashes Part IV: Andromeda

[Wisteria Waltz]

OOC: Chronologically, Amelia and Luz's CDs for this PPV take place at the same exact time and converge right at the very end. I would say maybe read this CD first, though, just to understand what Amelia will find once the two stories converge and how it got to that point.
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Spring Break hadn't quite been the relaxing vacation La Pequeña Luz was supposed to associate with the idea.

Granted, it was pretty hard to picture it as such anyway because of the stigma that had formed around the idea, but Luz felt justified in her concerns.

She and Amelia had gone to Panama City Beach to compete above all else, and they had certainly given it their best shot. Truth be told, she wasn't too bothered by the loss to A/C Unit as the thought of Cid going out on a high note after a hard-fought win over her and her wife left her feeling content. True, both the loss as a whole and being the one to eat the pin certainly cost her any momentum she had going for her into a pay-per-view that had notoriously been one of her worst for reasons she still couldn't quite comprehend, but she knew she could bounce back and make the most out of what awaited her.

If she was concerned about anything right now, it wasn't the loss or the stinger she suffered off the Coolant Killer she'd been planted with, or even this definitive bout with Meghan Strader over the U.S. Title inside one of SCW's most dangerous structures.

She was worried about her wife, and that concern was only growing with each passing day.

Even if she hadn't been the one to take the fall, this was still another loss in an ongoing string of them Amelia had suffered, and seeing her confidence erode away more and more bothered Luz to a degree she'd never felt before, even for herself. Yeah, the two of them have faced plenty of difficult setbacks in their careers before, and yeah, there had been a point a long time ago where Amelia seemed like she had everything going her way while Luz had been struggling to even get on the board with a win without Amelia to tag into a match... but even that early losing streak Luz had been on paled in comparison to what Amelia was experiencing now.

As honored as she was to be one of Cid Turner's final matches, this was exactly why she had tried to decline Asher's offer of such for that Breakdown.

Still, what was done was done, and now Luz found herself needing to try and get her head screwed back on straight. Everyone had settled into London alright, and Amelia had left not that long ago for what Luz believed was a long overdue session with Dr. Celine Bolton. Considering Luz felt so much better after her last session with the NCA-sponsored therapist once she finally cleared the air with her mom over the lingering issues they had never truly addressed after all these years, she wanted to hope Amelia would come out of this session the same way, mind cleared and body ready to step into that ring and kick however much butt she needed to in order to turn things around and, if everything went their way for a change at Retribution, be one step closer to their hopeful dream of the two of them standing tall as SCW's top two singles champions.

Amelia had been vague on the details at the time, concerned more for Luz's well-being after that tag match, but Luz knew her wife needed to earn the right to be called number one contender for the World Title to silence all the doubt, just as she needed to prevail in the Thunderdome to silence all the doubt that had been stirred up between her and Meghan.

“Are we really sure we should be here? I know it's good to be home and all, but we're also in the heart of enemy territory and I just feel like we're inviting trouble.”

Luz's gaze flickered to Paul as her found family, sans Amelia, were busy unloading their own luggage and getting checked in. The Nevado couple had caught an earlier flight out to London, just to make sure they were settled in by the time Amelia had to leave to meet with Dr. Bolton, and Luz would be lying if she said she also wasn't wanting to start breathing in that familiar London fog and preparing for the hell she knew she would soon be walking into.

“Everything will be fine, Paul,” Evie said as she approached where the group was slowly gathering, making sure her gun was holstered and at the ready as a precaution. “The entire NCA is on standby, and we have several men and women helping Raine, Darius and I watch everyone at all times in case The Empire tries anything. They may be hiding out here, but these streets are our turf and we're fully prepared to end this today if given the chance.”

“Besides,” Gage offered from where he had been showing Ivy and Henry something on his phone, “this is where SCW's hosting their next pay-per-view. Kind of can't avoid being in London if Luz and Amelia need to compete here.”

As Paul sighed and wandered off to get himself a cup of coffee, part of Luz wanted to feel bad for him. He had every reason to be worried, even though all precautions had already been taken well in advance for this trip. While they were in the home country for Amelia and several others within their group, even if most of them had since moved to America, they were also in the proverbial backyard of The Empire. The deranged doomsday cult had been dormant for far too long, even after its leader had riled up Luz just before A Taste of Things to Come with a phone call out of the blue, and they all had every reason to feel on edge.

If there was ever a time for Caleb to strike, this seemed like his best chance to do so, especially when all efforts to even track down where The Empire had been hiding out were consistently thwarted.

Despite Paul's justified worries, though, Luz found something else to worry about on top of everything else already on her plate. She'd been starting to notice it more and more often lately, and it was almost impossible not to catch it now: there was a growing sense of distrust among the group for Paul. She tried to shrug it off at first, feeling that Paul simply kept rubbing everyone the wrong way given a lot of the admittedly backhanded attempts he'd made in trying to be a supportive fan for Luz and Amelia's efforts (which she's had to talk with him several times about now), but it was growing harder for her to ignore what was starting to grow into true hostility. She didn't know why, considering Paul was just as much a victim of The Empire as her or Amelia or Henry or so many others who'd been drawn into this just because Luz and Amelia had become people they genuinely cared for, but whenever she'd asked about it, no one could really tell her why they felt the way they did beyond admitting that something about the man just felt off and it was growing more and more by the day.

Amelia had felt like the only exception, but that was more because her frustrations had been consuming her to the point of trying to keep herself from lashing out at everybody, so Paul wasn't alone in trying to avoid that crossfire.

“You OK, Luz?” She looked over to see Ivy had been the one to address her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and trying to offer a reassuring smile. It wasn't the confident smile Ivy clearly wanted to offer, but even she knew things could be so much better than they were right now.

“If I said yes, would you buy it?” Luz offered a nervous smile and chuckle in return.

“Probably not,” Ivy shrugged. “You're worried about Amelia, aren't you?”

“Haven't stopped worrying about Ames,” Luz admitted. “It's just... bothering me so much right now how much everything's getting to her. We've had streaks of bad luck before... heck, we're both about to compete in big matches at a pay-per-view that's infamously been our worst for some reason, but this losing streak of hers is worse than anything I think we've ever dealt with. I hate seeing her question herself... I hate that the rest of SCW feels the need to latch onto this and feed into it...”

“My uncle told me once that the wrestling business is full of nothing but opportunists and backstabbers,” Henry admitted, scowling at the thought of anything Caleb had ever told him having any sort of truth to it. “You and Amelia are living proof that there are people who care enough about this business that you can carve your own path and change people's tunes, but as much as it makes me sick to admit it, he wasn't entirely wrong.”

“I just want things back to the way they were...” Luz sighed. “Amelia is absolutely good enough to be considered for opportunities and be shown the same recognition I've been getting, but I'm afraid if she keeps pushing herself harder and harder to prove it... if nothing changes...”

“Maybe you should be worrying more about your own match, Luz?” Paul offered as he sipped from the coffee he'd obtained. “I mean, you said it yourself that this pay-per-view hasn't exactly been the kindest to you in the past, and you're entering into such a barbaric structure all just to settle a score that I'm not sure warrants it, quite frankly. Makes me truly question just what any of the people in charge in SCW are truly thinking anymore beyond their petty squabbling with each other.”

Luz raised an eyebrow beneath her mask, trying to mask a lot of her reaction to Paul's input on the situation, which, quite frankly, once again felt entirely uncalled for. She didn't even need to look to know the others were glaring with enough force to practically bore a hole straight through his skull, but the overzealous fan only shrugged in response to once again ignoring Luz's repeated lecturing about the things he'd been saying.

“Luz!”

“Hey girl, welcome back to our neck of the woods!”

Luz was grateful for the distraction, especially considering who it was that felt this was the appropriate time to intervene. She couldn't help but jog towards the hotel entrance, where she was almost immediately swept up in a hug by her brother and sister-in-law.

“Ed! Em! It's so good to see you again,” Luz chuckled.

“It has been a bit, hasn't it?” Edward Blythe scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

“It doesn't seem like it, but we've been back here for far too long getting affairs in order,” Emily Blythe sighed. “Is our baby sister with you?”

“No, she left a little bit ago for a therapy session Darius set up for her,” Luz revealed. “I really hope Dr. Bolton can help her get out of her own head so she can get back to being the awesome butt-kicking wrestler who totally deserves to be World Champion.”

“We're hopeful,” Emily admitted. “Especially since we've been trying to keep up with your SCW exploits from here and... man, it really hurts to see Amelia like this.”

“It's almost worse than how she was when mom and dad were trying to mold her into their perfect little machine,” Edward groaned. “Yeah, she was absolutely unbearable to deal with, though that wasn't her fault, but at least she had the confidence to forge ahead through anything that got thrown at her. Seeing her like this... it sucks worse than anything The Empire's attempted against any of us.”

Luz nodded, trying to regain her smile as she glanced back towards her friends. For a moment, she swore she saw Paul look like he was irritated about something, but the look was gone as quickly as she'd noticed it.

“Well, hopefully we might be able to help,” Emily offered. “We've been stuck here in England for a while not just trying to keep our own careers going, but also sorting out the lingering legal mess mom and dad left us.”

“AKA their estate and everything attached to it, since hopefully they'll truly never be seeing the outside of a jail cell ever again for the rest of their lives,” Edward clarified. “All the paperwork and legal juggling's been a pain, but there is one big thing we did get out of it: Blythe Manor legally belongs to us now.”

“And Amelia, but we know she'd probably prefer never to set foot in that place again and we can't blame her,” Emily added.

“Forgive me, but how, exactly, does that help?” Paul couldn't keep from chiming in, which earned him stereo eye rolls from the twins like the answer was obvious.

“Because,” Edward stated, “when Amelia left the manor behind to travel alongside Luz more frequently and free herself from mom and dad's clutches, she also left behind a lot of her old childhood keepsakes, things that were basically her only lifeline to keep from completely drowning in all the expectations mom and dad set for all of us.”

“We figured you might want to ride out there with us and bring some of them back, maybe see if any of them can still help her now like they did back then,” Emily added with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely!” Luz exclaimed, her energetic enthusiasm returning at the thought of saving some of her wife's forgotten memories and treasures in hopes that it might go a long way in snapping her out of this funk she's been in. She was practically skipping as she followed Edward and Emily out to their car, with Darius nodding to them as he coordinated some of the NCA agents securing the perimeter. Just as Emily opened the back passenger door and Luz was about to hop in, she paused as she saw that Paul was right behind her. “Um... what are you doing, Paul?”

“Well, I was hoping I would accompany you!” he added maybe a little too cheerfully. “Safety in numbers, after all. Besides, I've always wanted to see Blythe Manor with my own eyes. It's like a dream come true for anybody who's long followed the careers of the Blythes.”

Luz exchanged nervous glances with Edward and Emily, who looked a little uncomfortable with the thought of someone who was still somewhat of a stranger despite Luz's trust wandering around their childhood home, even if none of the Blythe children had ever been the biggest fans of those suffocating walls dripping with the suffocating aura of superiority above all else. Luz bit her lip as she turned back to the very hopeful Paul, who had now attracted Darius's attention as he and Avery looked about ready to intervene.

“Listen, Paul... I...” Luz started, struggling to find the words she wanted to say to try and let Paul down gently on this. As she glanced away to try and buy herself time to rack her brain for a response, though, she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold.

An Empire member, clad in the crimson cloak that had defined the cult's splinter cell along with his plague doctor mask, hiding in the bushes with a gun aimed right at Paul's head.

“¡Cuidado!” Luz yelled before she threw herself at Paul, tackling him to the ground mere seconds before the sound of a gunshot ripped through the air.

Before Luz fully registered it, all hell had broken loose.

From seemingly out of nowhere, a small army formed from the remnants of The Empire's splinter cell emerged, guns drawn. It didn't take long before Darius, Avery and Evie led their fellow NCA agents into a full scale shootout, and while the trio's first priority was getting their wards to safety, they soon found that the numbers were too great, the attack too coordinated, cutting them off entirely and forcing them to focus on prioritizing their own survival before they could worry about anybody else.

Luz watched as several of the rebel cultists stormed into the front lobby, only for most of them to quickly be ejected by her friends. Henry wasted no time in putting his own old Empire training to good use to gain the upper hand, Ivy used her raw strength to easily overwhelm many of the crimson cloaked crusaders, and Gage used anything he could get his hands on to defend himself while Henry and Ivy worked to keep him safe. As she started to rise, ready to join in the fight, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye... but not towards her. No, she caught one of these lunatics slipping away from the whole scene, and her heart dropped once she realized the direction this person was heading in.

Straight towards Dr. Bolton's office, where an unsuspecting Amelia had no idea of the danger coming for her.

Luz moved to try and intercept them, but she stilled at the sound of a gun cocking as the barrel was pressed right against the side of her mask.

“La Pequeña Luz,” spat the man who had fired the initial shot that started all this chaos. “The filthy heathen who killed our glorious leader.”

“I didn't kill Stephen Crane!” Luz growled at him.

“Lies,” the man scoffed. “If it wasn't for you, he would be leading us into an age where the truly worthy inherit a world finally cleansed of sin. You... and him...” The man shoved Luz aside, but before she could respond she saw the gun now pointed right at Paul, who was still shellshocked by all the chaos going on around them.

“Leave him alone!” Luz demanded. “I don't know why The Empire wants him so badly, but-”

“You really have fallen for his lies after all...” the splinter cell member laughed in disbelief. “To think you'd be so naive that you would let-”

Luz didn't give him the chance to keep talking. Fueled by adrenaline and knowing a friend was in trouble, she caught the man off guard by recklessly rushing him, and before he could point the gun back at her, she was twirling around him before taking him to the ground in her La Mágica submission, focusing on the arm that held the gun as she fought to pry it out of his hands as he tried to angle it to get a shot off on the still-frozen Paul. To Luz's relief, she had more strength in this exchange as she ripped the gun right out of the man's hand and rolled off of him, standing between him and Paul as she pointed the gun right at him. She had no intention of using it, but she hoped that once the man finished standing up, he would realize how badly things had turned and flee like his life depended on it.

Unfortunately, this man didn't seem to have any such plans.

“Go ahead,” he urged her. “Pull the trigger. Send me to Heaven to join the only true visionary The Empire ever had. Prove that you are every bit the monster that Stephen Crane always knew your kind truly are.”

The gun trembled in Luz's hands as all the chaos surrounding her began to sound muffled, as if she'd been pulled underwater. She truly didn't want to fire... she didn't want any blood on her hands... even as she swore she heard Paul actually urging her to pull the trigger to defend herself, all she could see was the splinter cell's leader, dead in a pool of his own blood right in front of her, the fear gripping her heart that she had actually taken a life.

She didn't even register that the man had stepped forward and effortlessly ripped the gun out of Luz's hand as she began to panic and spiral.

But someone did... someone that Luz hadn't expected to see right now.

The next thing that Luz's brain registered was the man preparing to pull the trigger on her, only for Amelia to suddenly grab him from behind and take him over with a german suplex. In the process, the gun had fired... whether it was an accident from the surprise, a failed attempt to try and shoot Amelia before he hit the ground, or simply refusing to be taken alive, Luz had no idea. All she knew is that by the time the guy's neck met the pavement, there was a hole through the side of his skull and he was gone.

Amelia had barely made it back to her feet before Luz threw herself at her wife, breaking down into her neck and chest as she could hear the sound of the chaos slowly dying down around them as the NCA and their friends got control of this mess. Amelia was stiff at first, but before Luz could fear that she'd made the wrong move, Amelia's arms were wrapped tightly around her, the two trying to reassure one another.

But one thought pounded in Luz's skull above all else.

Amelia, just like her, now had blood on her hands because of this mess with The Empire, and if they didn't put a stop to this soon... she feared what they might have to become to finally end this.

[CowgirlsFromHell]

Escape From Thunderdome

[Wisteria Waltz]

Perhaps it's a bit surprising to find ourselves at Wembley Stadium today, though there's currently no roar from a passionate crowd and no soccer being played. If anything, we can already see glimpses of the transformation as SCW has completely taken over, turning the proud stadium into the sight of the company's next big pay-per-view event: Retribution. A fitting name in most scenarios, especially when you consider the structure currently set up around the ring: the Thunderdome. Long considered one of SCW's most dangerous matches, the Thunderdome is a structure that, up until now, has almost always come into play only when there's a conflict that has grown so wild and violent that this is the only structure that can finally settle things once and for all. This massive dome of chain-link and steel surrounding the ring has long since earned its reputation as a match that can shorten careers and guarantee that those who enter its confines never leave the same.

At Retribution, however, the Thunderdome's purpose is not to contain an otherwise uncontrollable war... it's merely about having long overdue finality.

Perhaps that is why we can see a lone figure sitting at the very top of the dome, near the small hole that serves as the only way in or out of this living hell once it encloses the ring. Never one to meet a risk she wasn't willing to take, La Pequeña Luz looks over the structure beneath her as though she were meeting a new friend, perhaps already contemplating all the different ideas she could use once trapped inside to make the most of the space she'll have to work with. The look in her eyes isn't one of someone perhaps a little more unhinged who's salivating at the potential violence and bloodshed that awaits her... more the determination of a champion who knows she's going to have to endure hell itself to keep her title, and as she runs her fingers along the side plates of the United States Championship currently dangling from the roof of the cage like a prize waiting for someone to come and claim it, Luz appears to have accepted what she's gotten herself into.

“You know... in a twisted sort of way, this almost feels appropriate. For as much as everyone wants to praise me and put me on a pedestal these days, there's one dark cloud that still lingers over my head. Anyone who's followed the careers of The Light In The Darkness throughout our time in SCW know full well that Retribution has historically been a cursed event for us. This was the pay-per-view where our very first run ended when Ames and I were both injured, it's where we took our first shot at the World Tag Team Championships together and fell short despite our best efforts. Yeah, two years ago we thought we finally cleared that bar when we won back our Tag Titles to start reign number two, but considering the unnecessary chaos that followed? I'm not sure I could truly call it the lone bright spot of our time here... and, of course, that says nothing about last year when our third Tag Title reign was finally brought to an end.

I'm sure you're picking up on a theme here... while Retribution has always been a struggle for Ames and I together, this will be the first year I've wrestled on this stage by myself. And what a way to do it, huh? I get to set foot inside one of SCW's most dangerous structures, knowing full well I'm not going to walk out the same person I walk in as... don't worry, I promise you all that it's going to take a lot more than whatever this dome beneath me has to throw my way to snuff out La Pequeña Luz. And before those of you out there who I know are eagerly waiting to open your mouths and claim that every setback that's made this specific pay-per-view into the albatross hanging around my neck is Amelia's fault... do me a favor and save it, guys. I'm tired of having to make it clear that I know my own wife better than you do and know, with absolute certainty, that she is and always has been on my level, even if it doesn't seem that way as of late.

Heck... maybe you'll stop thinking so highly of me if this match doesn't pan out like those of you who only want to support me and not her want it to. You never know what could happen in a match like this, after all... I could lose the United States Championship outright, I could be forced to vacate it because I go and get seriously hurt fighting to keep it. To those fickle fans out there who only want me to succeed because I seem to be the hot new thing right now... I'm sorry, and assuming you haven't already moved on just because I got pinned so Cid Turner got to go out on a high note in one of his last matches, I can only hope that I earn your true faith someday, even when I'm at my lowest.

To those of you who have always supported Amelia and I, who want to see us both walk out of Retribution victorious and hopefully, finally, making this dream of proving ourselves as SCW's top two champions at the same time a reality very soon... thank you, all of you, and rest assured that despite needing to be looked at after the bell rang at Breakdown, I'll be entering this nasty-looking warzone at 100% and ready to shine like I always try my best to.

And hopefully that puts your concerns at ease too, Meghan.”

Luz reaches down and runs her fingers along the links of chain, deep in thought about how everything got to this point. She knows it's been a long and arduous road for sure, and it's clear that neither one of them have been fully satisfied by how events have played out. But she seems to know that by the time the bell rings on Sunday night, there will finally be closure.

“Amelia told me you came around while I was being checked on, and I appreciate the concern, Meghan. I'd be lying, though, if I said it didn't feel a little weird at this point, and not because you're my opponent. In many ways, you're just like Asher Hayes has been, or like how Glory Braddock has been to Amelia at times... I clearly respect you, and I can tell you have respect for me, but it's hard to truly see it sometimes. After all, I've been paying attention since all of this started between us. You've told me, to my face, that you respect me and you feel I'm worthy of calling myself a World Champion someday. As flattering as that was, I still came back for you and this title because as far as I was concerned, Under Attack didn't truly prove anything... not when the very man who will challenge for the World Title this Sunday night stuck his nose in our business and created the question I know has been haunting you, even if you don't want to admit it:

If Gavin Taylor hadn't gotten involved on that night, could I have truly beaten La Pequeña Luz?

And then there was Shattered Reality... believe me, Meghan, you're not the first to take issue with me winning a match involving multiple people and not beating you specifically. It's why I'm not going to sit here and claim, honestly and sincerely, that I truly beat you or proved anything on that night... I simply competed according to the rules we had to work with and ended up winning back this title. That's also why I knew that we were destined to meet again, and why this next match between us had to be something that will undeniably decide, once and for all, which of us is the better wrestler at this point in time. Something where it's just you and me... no excuses, no what if's, no more debating.

For far too long, you've tried to get me to move on from this title and let you reign with it, you've accused me of spitting in the face of everything that makes me who I am all because I played to the rules before me and took my chance... you know, that killer instinct you and so many others have claimed both Amelia and I lack to put yourselves on a level above us. This Sunday night, it all comes to an end, and we can finally resolve this once and for all.”

Luz takes a moment to unclip the U.S. Title belt from the roof of the Thunderdome before she rests it in her lap, leaning back a bit as she maintains her balance atop the curve of the structure, looking down at the steep drop from her current position and gazing out at all the crew members hard at work to get everything ready for another incredible SCW show.

“I won't lie, Meghan... I probably wouldn't have picked the Thunderdome if I had a say in the matter. Anyone who's seen this match throughout SCW's history knows it's the place where heated, vicious blood feuds go to finally be settled, and I'd hardly call everything we've been through a blood feud. Maybe that's a bit one-sided on my part for all I know, but one thing I can't deny is that this structure will give us everything we could've ever asked for. Just you and me, no one else able to interfere, and by the time it's all set and done, we'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt who truly deserves this championship.

Make no mistake, though... just because this isn't where I thought this would ultimately end up doesn't mean I'm afraid, nor does it mean I'm simply going to roll over and let you brutalize me if that's how far you want to go to pry this title from my cold, dead hands. Leading into Under Attack, Meghan, you made it clear you did your homework about my father and what he meant not only to me, but to Mexico and lucha libre as a whole. You claimed you knew why that first encounter was on a night that was sacred to me, falling on Día de Muertos. But if you truly know something about that holiday and what it represents in my culture, then you know why I won't ever be afraid, not of you or a match like this. To me, death is not the end... it is simply a new beginning, and while I doubt SCW would ever let things within this living nightmare go that far, I also know that I have no reason to hold back. Whatever risks I will need to take, whatever violence I will have to endure from you... I will face it all head-on, as I've always done and will continue to do so long as there is breath in my lungs.

I'm not a violent person, Meghan... maybe you think that gives you the edge here, that I'm walking right into your house and begging to be put down because I'm out of my depth. You couldn't be further from the truth... I know that once we're locked inside, this becomes a fight for survival. I know that I will have to do whatever it takes, even respond in kind to whatever horrible things you have planned, and that's exactly what I will do to leave my wife's home country with this title. I will adapt however I need to, just as I've done any other time I've found myself in a match where things were going to get bloody and brutal, because that's what it means to me to be a champion worthy of holding not just the United States Title, but any title in SCW.

I've survived attempts to end my career, efforts to cripple me, immense blood loss... even going beyond SCW, I've had attempts on my life from people who really do not want me to continue existing in this world, and I'm still standing, still smiling, and still raring to go. Give me your best shot Meghan, because I'll respond in kind. I'm not afraid... if anything, I'm excited for this opportunity, I'm going to love the chance to make the most of this spotlight SCW has given us, and I can only hope that there are no hard feelings by the end of the night when this dome raises and Jason Phillips makes the announcement that will send this place into a frenzy:

And still your SCW United States Champion... La Pequeña Luz.”

Luz nods to us, the sentiment of 'good luck' not needing to be spoken into existence because Luz already knows Meghan is going to bring her absolute best to London. But even if she has to walk through hell to make it happen, it's clear by the lack of fear in Luz's eyes and the grin on her lips as she finally starts climbing down from the top of the Thunderdome that she has no intention of leaving a city where she's made a name for herself long before coming to SCW without the same title she'll be walking in with, no matter what she has to do to make that happen.