10-18-2023, 11:16 PM
It was a beautiful day outside in Raleigh, and that was a sign in Amelia's eyes to embrace the outdoors for speaking her piece.
She and Luz always had a preference for being outdoors whenever they had something to say, but she especially felt more comfortable with the idea. In a way, standing outside whenever she spoke felt like she was embracing the freedom she'd gotten from her parents all those years ago... as much as they continued to try and drag her back under their thumbs even to this day. It was a small thing, but it helped her feel that much more like her true self and not the porcelain doll her parents tried to treat her as growing up.
Plus, having some fresh air helped immensely in keeping her thoughts clear, especially after the past several weeks following Caleb's little 'present' he'd had delivered to them.
“Here should be good,” she called over her shoulder as she laid out the mat she'd brought with her while Luz stopped a few feet away to begin setting up.
“You sure you want to film this in yoga attire?” Luz couldn't help but ask as she turned away from setting up the camera as Amelia started to pull off her coat. “There's nothing wrong with it, before you even ask, but shouldn't we take into account the autumn weather?”
“Luz, Raleigh is sitting in the 60s right now,” Amelia pointed out as she pulled her phone out of her coat pocket to double check the accuracy of that statement. “I know no one watching may know that, but you're not exactly dressed for colder weather yourself, now are you?”
“Touché,” Luz admitted as she glanced down to her anime t-shirt and jean shorts. She reached out to take Amelia's coat, but paused when she saw her fiancée tap at the screen a few times before what she assumed was a voicemail from an unfortunately familiar voice could be heard loud and clear over speaker.
“Amelia, this is your father. I'm not surprised you're trying to continue this rebellious streak that's gone on for way too long, but you at least owe it to your mother and I to fix the damage you've done to our family name in your next match. I want you to make that talentless wench who injured you months ago feel the same pain and humiliation that she-”
Amelia rolled her eyes and deleted the message before tossing her phone and coat to Luz before she got a start on her stretches.
“Do you think they'll ever truly realize that you're your own woman now and just... I don't know... fuck off?” Luz said as she finished setting up, the rare swear earning a raised eyebrow from her partner.
“I can only dream,” Amelia lamented. “I'm hoping to win this match alright, but it sure as hell won't be for our family name... especially when I don't plan on keeping it for much longer...”
She said the last part quietly, hoping Luz wouldn't hear. They still hadn't discussed naming conventions once they officially tied the knot, but Luz knew full well that losing the Blythe name would sever the final link still tying her to her parents and their obsession with a family legacy once and for all and Amelia wanted to hope she'd be on board with that decision.
That was a discussion to be saved for later though, and once Luz gave her the thumbs up that she was all set, Amelia nodded that she was ready and took a deep breath, clearing her head of lingering family drama and recent horrors in favor of stretching out any lingering damage and saying what she needed to say before Thursday night.
We open up to a bright and beautiful autumn day in Dorothea Dix Park, the largest park in all of Raleigh, North Carolina. The Raleigh skyline stands tall and proud off in the distance, the horizon line decorated with rows upon rows of trees whose leaves are turning red and gently drifting to the grass below. It truly is a beautiful and serene picture, which might explain why this is where we find Amelia Blythe. Clad in dark red yoga pants and a black tanktop, she's currently seated on a mat that's been laid out on the grass while doing some stretches. Notably, her stretching is focused on the knee that was injured a few months ago, a fact that she knows isn't lost on one particular person who's no doubt watching. She finishes up with her current stretch before turning her full attention to us, keeping that leg extended outward as she begins to speak.
“Injury is a sign of weakness... I can't even begin to tell you all how many times I heard those words growing up, even if I know full well their purpose was to gaslight me until I could convince myself that I felt no pain. All part of my parents' plan to mold me into what they believed was the perfect wrestler, bar none. Except... nobody's perfect, and nobody can be perfect. We're all human, and that means our bodies are prone to breaking down when pushed too far or punished too much, or even because of some unfortunate stroke of fate. I consider it a miracle that before SCW I had never found myself sidelined with any significant injuries, just the bumps and bruises that we all endure as part of being in this sport. And yet, I have been injured twice since signing on the dotted line with this company: once because of an awkward landing after being powerbombed out of the ring by Adam Allocco's former muscle... and once at the hands of Bree Lancaster back at Taking Hold of the Flame this year.
I want to make something clear right now... unlike a certain recent return who I'm sadly not surprised holds a grudge against Luz and myself, I don't blame Bree for what happened on that night. We were both giving it our all with a vacant championship hanging in the balance and she happened to push my knee beyond its limits. If anything, I'm at fault for letting a dangerous old habit of mine cultivated by my upbringing take over by continuing to fight not only in that match, but also in the battle royal later that night. I've... always had a problem with trying to downplay any problems and not let anyone know if it's worse than it truly is, a problem that Luz has helped me try to break over the years but that's easier said than done when it was ingrained into my very way of thinking as I grew up. Never show weakness, never let anyone else know how much I was hurting so it couldn't be used against me... I could never fault Bree for being the better tactician on that night by taking my vertical base away from me and capitalizing on a weak point she created, especially when I know she wouldn't intentionally try to injure me.
To insinuate such a thing would make me a hypocrite after how much I tore myself up over what happened with James Evans weeks prior to that, and I could never blame Bree for something that was just as much my fault for trying to fight through the pain. Even still, I don't regret the fight I gave her on that night... if anything, it's helped motivate me to make sure it doesn't happen again to the best of my ability.”
With that, Amelia lifts her leg up into another stretch that she holds for a few moments. As soon as she lets go and her leg drops, she swivels her hips and moves in a fluid motion until she's back up on her feet, the motion reminiscent of how she might perform a go-behind to get someone in a rear waistlock. She takes a moment to softly chuckle as she pats her once injured knee before turning back to us with a smile. The familiar giggling of La Pequeña Luz can be heard from somewhere behind us at this before Amelia continues.
“Breakdown this Thursday night in Raleigh will see me have a chance to show Bree how much I've improved since Taking Hold of the Flame, even without any titles up for grabs this time. Sure, we've crossed paths since then, but not in a one-on-one capacity like we are this week. I know we can both attest to how much different things are when we only have each other to focus on and not have to factor Luz or Datura into the equation... or anyone else for that matter, considering our two sides have yet to have a tag match with one another without a few other people involved. That U.S. Title tournament final is the only instance where we've had any sort of opportunity like that, and I can promise you I have no plans on my knee becoming an easy target this time around... not when Luz and I have a major opportunity on the horizon.
Considering our earned status of number one contenders to the World Tag Team Titles came as a result of me pinning Bree at Apocalypse, I know she has every reason to be motivated about taking me down as I do about getting that singles win back from months ago. Believe it or not, that's what I'm hoping for: a chance to test how far I've come against a Bree Lancaster who's also constantly getting better and determined to not let me catch her again like I did that Sunday night.
This match between Bree and I? This is all I could ask for... this is the kind of wrestling that motivates me to get in that ring and give it all against the very best that SCW has to offer. This is what it should be, just a test to see if Bree is still better than me or if I've finally improved enough to surpass her for the moment. I know that all of you will be cheering us both on as we give each other 100% and beyond because I've experienced it already, and that's all we need. No games, no sneak attacks, no diversions... I know Bree got sick of it real quickly when Ravyn was still holding the Tag Titles with Ace, and I wouldn't be surprised if that woman saw this as a prime opportunity to try and screw with the both of us given the current situation. On the plus side, I think it's safe to say that Syren won't be interested in joining in and not just because she has the Adrenaline Title to defend as well, and I would think that even Ravyn is smart enough to leave well enough alone knowing that I have Luz and you, Bree, have Datura to make sure the kind of fair match we had back at Taking Hold of the Flame is exactly what we can hope to expect this Thursday night.
Though, maybe make sure Datura knows to keep her eyes peeled for that scenario. I can promise you Luz will be more than happy to help her run Ravyn and her cronies off so we can focus on topping our previous singles match.”
Luz's hand suddenly reaches into the shot, giving a thumbs up from behind the camera before it quickly retreats from our view. Amelia just smiles and softly shakes her head as she presumably locks eyes with Luz for a moment, but she quickly snaps out of her lovesick daze with a rapid shake of her head before recomposing herself.
“Bree, I swear I've made this clear to you before, but even if I haven't I want to emphasize it right now. I respect the hell out of you, I'm honored to get to compete against you once more. You're a woman who's done it all in SCW... two-time World Champion, four-time U.S. Champion with one of those reigns coming at my expense, Supreme Champion status. I don't have a doubt in my mind that you're destined to be in the SCW Hall of Fame whenever you finally decide it's time to hang up the boots. Those kinds of accomplishments? I've managed to find them just about anywhere else I've competed, whether it was with Luz by my side or going it alone. My parents had high hopes that I would accomplish great things in this business and I have... not because of what they wanted me to be, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could find success without those expectations drowning me every single time I stepped between those ropes.
In SCW, however, I've come nowhere close to that level yet, and I know I never will unless I can prove both to the locker room and to myself that I have what it takes to be able to overcome the challenge you're presenting to me.
Luz and I both know what awaits us in the very near future. We know we're going to be tasked with trying to dethrone arguably the greatest tag team in SCW history if we want to finally make our hopes of reigning as Tag Team Champions in this company a reality, two undisputed legends in their own right... as much as Ravyn doesn't act like she deserves that honor most of the time. Challenges like that, challenges like this match with you... we need to prove that we're able to meet them head on and rise to the occasion if we're ever going to make it in this business, that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt. It's one thing for us to be able to say we've given our best shot in these kinds of situations and came close, but I'm sure know from your own early days in SCW that unless you can close that gap and prove you can beat those big names, you'll never get to where you want to be.
That's why this match is so important to me Bree, why I have to give you everything I have and come away with my arm raised in victory this time. I know this won't get any easier as time goes on, and the more Luz and I fail to rise to the challenge then the less likely that The Light In The Darkness will ever prove we deserve to be seen by future generations of wrestlers in the same light as talents like you. A win over you on Breakdown proves to the world that Amelia Blythe can truly overcome one of SCW's absolute best, that there is hope for The Light In The Darkness to earn the same level of respect and admiration that you've earned a hundred times over and then some... right now, in this moment, that would mean so much more to me... to us... even when compared to winning the right to have another opportunity to fight to call ourselves Tag Team Champions finally.”
Amelia slowly closes the distance until we're fairly close up on her face, the fire in her eyes impossible to miss.
“I ask only one thing of you for this Breakdown Bree... don't hold back. Give me everything that you've got, come at me as though we were once again fighting with championship gold at stake. Test the limits of my knee again if you have to. I have to... I NEED to come away from this match knowing that if I am victorious this time around that I truly earned it, no questions asked. I need to know... because if I cannot beat a bona fide Hall of Famer in the making at her peak, then that's far from a good omen considering what lies ahead for us, and I will gladly fight with everything that I have to create that hope that maybe, just maybe, we're finally ready to make our names truly known in Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
With that, Amelia takes a deep breath and nods to us before she steps away, leaving us with one last moment to see the Raleigh skyline and linger on her words before we fade out.
Luz tosses Amelia a bottle of water as she stops the recording, the technician wasting no time in getting a rather generous drink as the luchadora double checks to make sure the footage is alright before she sets the camera aside and goes to roll up the mat Amelia was using.
“You kind of got a bit intense there at the end, Ames...” Luz admitted.
“I had to, Lulu,” Amelia admitted once she stopped guzzling down water and wiped some sweat from her brow. “What I said is true... I know we'll always fight through any challenge before us, but I hate the idea of us constantly falling short when it matters most in SCW. It's going to start getting to us eventually, and I'd hate to see either of us fall back into that spiral. I need this win to prove that we have what it takes to beat SCW's very best and prove we deserve to be among them.”
Luz nods as she reaches into the pocket of her jeans and grabs Amelia's phone that she'd been hanging onto while her fiancée threw her light jacket back on to once again have the pocket to store the device.
“You're right... we both know we can do it, but until we can actually back it up with a big win then it's going to be a struggle to get anybody in that upper echelon to truly give us the respect we're trying to earn.” Luz took a deep breath at that thought, knowing they'd earned a bit of respect but that many in SCW still wrote them off even in discussions regarding the tag division. She opened her mouth to keep going on that thought, but her attention was diverted as she saw a voicemail notification on Amelia's phone. “Hey Ames... someone left you a voicemail while we were recording.”
“If it's another one from mom or dad like the one I got beforehand, then just delete it,” Amelia shrugged before taking another drink of her water.
“No... it's from a number we haven't seen in way too long,” Luz revealed, and that got Amelia's attention. She walked over to her partner and nodded, signaling for Luz to play the voicemail on speaker so they could both hear it.
It was surprising enough that they'd finally heard back from Ryan Lumis after months of silence from the private investigator, but the message he'd left had them exchanging confused and concerned looks over what he had to share.
“Miss Blythe, and Miss Luz as well if you're listening together... I apologize that I haven't been in touch with you in quite some time. As you know, while I agreed to help you both investigate several things regarding those who had initially hired me to get dirt on the two of you, I had another case I was working that needed to be resolved first because of its importance. I am surprised but extremely grateful at your patience... which is why I need you to know that what I have to tell you is information I'm not supposed to give you, but I feel you both need to be in the loop on this as well. Call me back whenever you get this message and we'll arrange a date and time to talk, bring anyone you feel should know this as well. And... I apologize in advance for what I have to share.”
She and Luz always had a preference for being outdoors whenever they had something to say, but she especially felt more comfortable with the idea. In a way, standing outside whenever she spoke felt like she was embracing the freedom she'd gotten from her parents all those years ago... as much as they continued to try and drag her back under their thumbs even to this day. It was a small thing, but it helped her feel that much more like her true self and not the porcelain doll her parents tried to treat her as growing up.
Plus, having some fresh air helped immensely in keeping her thoughts clear, especially after the past several weeks following Caleb's little 'present' he'd had delivered to them.
“Here should be good,” she called over her shoulder as she laid out the mat she'd brought with her while Luz stopped a few feet away to begin setting up.
“You sure you want to film this in yoga attire?” Luz couldn't help but ask as she turned away from setting up the camera as Amelia started to pull off her coat. “There's nothing wrong with it, before you even ask, but shouldn't we take into account the autumn weather?”
“Luz, Raleigh is sitting in the 60s right now,” Amelia pointed out as she pulled her phone out of her coat pocket to double check the accuracy of that statement. “I know no one watching may know that, but you're not exactly dressed for colder weather yourself, now are you?”
“Touché,” Luz admitted as she glanced down to her anime t-shirt and jean shorts. She reached out to take Amelia's coat, but paused when she saw her fiancée tap at the screen a few times before what she assumed was a voicemail from an unfortunately familiar voice could be heard loud and clear over speaker.
“Amelia, this is your father. I'm not surprised you're trying to continue this rebellious streak that's gone on for way too long, but you at least owe it to your mother and I to fix the damage you've done to our family name in your next match. I want you to make that talentless wench who injured you months ago feel the same pain and humiliation that she-”
Amelia rolled her eyes and deleted the message before tossing her phone and coat to Luz before she got a start on her stretches.
“Do you think they'll ever truly realize that you're your own woman now and just... I don't know... fuck off?” Luz said as she finished setting up, the rare swear earning a raised eyebrow from her partner.
“I can only dream,” Amelia lamented. “I'm hoping to win this match alright, but it sure as hell won't be for our family name... especially when I don't plan on keeping it for much longer...”
She said the last part quietly, hoping Luz wouldn't hear. They still hadn't discussed naming conventions once they officially tied the knot, but Luz knew full well that losing the Blythe name would sever the final link still tying her to her parents and their obsession with a family legacy once and for all and Amelia wanted to hope she'd be on board with that decision.
That was a discussion to be saved for later though, and once Luz gave her the thumbs up that she was all set, Amelia nodded that she was ready and took a deep breath, clearing her head of lingering family drama and recent horrors in favor of stretching out any lingering damage and saying what she needed to say before Thursday night.
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We open up to a bright and beautiful autumn day in Dorothea Dix Park, the largest park in all of Raleigh, North Carolina. The Raleigh skyline stands tall and proud off in the distance, the horizon line decorated with rows upon rows of trees whose leaves are turning red and gently drifting to the grass below. It truly is a beautiful and serene picture, which might explain why this is where we find Amelia Blythe. Clad in dark red yoga pants and a black tanktop, she's currently seated on a mat that's been laid out on the grass while doing some stretches. Notably, her stretching is focused on the knee that was injured a few months ago, a fact that she knows isn't lost on one particular person who's no doubt watching. She finishes up with her current stretch before turning her full attention to us, keeping that leg extended outward as she begins to speak.
“Injury is a sign of weakness... I can't even begin to tell you all how many times I heard those words growing up, even if I know full well their purpose was to gaslight me until I could convince myself that I felt no pain. All part of my parents' plan to mold me into what they believed was the perfect wrestler, bar none. Except... nobody's perfect, and nobody can be perfect. We're all human, and that means our bodies are prone to breaking down when pushed too far or punished too much, or even because of some unfortunate stroke of fate. I consider it a miracle that before SCW I had never found myself sidelined with any significant injuries, just the bumps and bruises that we all endure as part of being in this sport. And yet, I have been injured twice since signing on the dotted line with this company: once because of an awkward landing after being powerbombed out of the ring by Adam Allocco's former muscle... and once at the hands of Bree Lancaster back at Taking Hold of the Flame this year.
I want to make something clear right now... unlike a certain recent return who I'm sadly not surprised holds a grudge against Luz and myself, I don't blame Bree for what happened on that night. We were both giving it our all with a vacant championship hanging in the balance and she happened to push my knee beyond its limits. If anything, I'm at fault for letting a dangerous old habit of mine cultivated by my upbringing take over by continuing to fight not only in that match, but also in the battle royal later that night. I've... always had a problem with trying to downplay any problems and not let anyone know if it's worse than it truly is, a problem that Luz has helped me try to break over the years but that's easier said than done when it was ingrained into my very way of thinking as I grew up. Never show weakness, never let anyone else know how much I was hurting so it couldn't be used against me... I could never fault Bree for being the better tactician on that night by taking my vertical base away from me and capitalizing on a weak point she created, especially when I know she wouldn't intentionally try to injure me.
To insinuate such a thing would make me a hypocrite after how much I tore myself up over what happened with James Evans weeks prior to that, and I could never blame Bree for something that was just as much my fault for trying to fight through the pain. Even still, I don't regret the fight I gave her on that night... if anything, it's helped motivate me to make sure it doesn't happen again to the best of my ability.”
With that, Amelia lifts her leg up into another stretch that she holds for a few moments. As soon as she lets go and her leg drops, she swivels her hips and moves in a fluid motion until she's back up on her feet, the motion reminiscent of how she might perform a go-behind to get someone in a rear waistlock. She takes a moment to softly chuckle as she pats her once injured knee before turning back to us with a smile. The familiar giggling of La Pequeña Luz can be heard from somewhere behind us at this before Amelia continues.
“Breakdown this Thursday night in Raleigh will see me have a chance to show Bree how much I've improved since Taking Hold of the Flame, even without any titles up for grabs this time. Sure, we've crossed paths since then, but not in a one-on-one capacity like we are this week. I know we can both attest to how much different things are when we only have each other to focus on and not have to factor Luz or Datura into the equation... or anyone else for that matter, considering our two sides have yet to have a tag match with one another without a few other people involved. That U.S. Title tournament final is the only instance where we've had any sort of opportunity like that, and I can promise you I have no plans on my knee becoming an easy target this time around... not when Luz and I have a major opportunity on the horizon.
Considering our earned status of number one contenders to the World Tag Team Titles came as a result of me pinning Bree at Apocalypse, I know she has every reason to be motivated about taking me down as I do about getting that singles win back from months ago. Believe it or not, that's what I'm hoping for: a chance to test how far I've come against a Bree Lancaster who's also constantly getting better and determined to not let me catch her again like I did that Sunday night.
This match between Bree and I? This is all I could ask for... this is the kind of wrestling that motivates me to get in that ring and give it all against the very best that SCW has to offer. This is what it should be, just a test to see if Bree is still better than me or if I've finally improved enough to surpass her for the moment. I know that all of you will be cheering us both on as we give each other 100% and beyond because I've experienced it already, and that's all we need. No games, no sneak attacks, no diversions... I know Bree got sick of it real quickly when Ravyn was still holding the Tag Titles with Ace, and I wouldn't be surprised if that woman saw this as a prime opportunity to try and screw with the both of us given the current situation. On the plus side, I think it's safe to say that Syren won't be interested in joining in and not just because she has the Adrenaline Title to defend as well, and I would think that even Ravyn is smart enough to leave well enough alone knowing that I have Luz and you, Bree, have Datura to make sure the kind of fair match we had back at Taking Hold of the Flame is exactly what we can hope to expect this Thursday night.
Though, maybe make sure Datura knows to keep her eyes peeled for that scenario. I can promise you Luz will be more than happy to help her run Ravyn and her cronies off so we can focus on topping our previous singles match.”
Luz's hand suddenly reaches into the shot, giving a thumbs up from behind the camera before it quickly retreats from our view. Amelia just smiles and softly shakes her head as she presumably locks eyes with Luz for a moment, but she quickly snaps out of her lovesick daze with a rapid shake of her head before recomposing herself.
“Bree, I swear I've made this clear to you before, but even if I haven't I want to emphasize it right now. I respect the hell out of you, I'm honored to get to compete against you once more. You're a woman who's done it all in SCW... two-time World Champion, four-time U.S. Champion with one of those reigns coming at my expense, Supreme Champion status. I don't have a doubt in my mind that you're destined to be in the SCW Hall of Fame whenever you finally decide it's time to hang up the boots. Those kinds of accomplishments? I've managed to find them just about anywhere else I've competed, whether it was with Luz by my side or going it alone. My parents had high hopes that I would accomplish great things in this business and I have... not because of what they wanted me to be, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could find success without those expectations drowning me every single time I stepped between those ropes.
In SCW, however, I've come nowhere close to that level yet, and I know I never will unless I can prove both to the locker room and to myself that I have what it takes to be able to overcome the challenge you're presenting to me.
Luz and I both know what awaits us in the very near future. We know we're going to be tasked with trying to dethrone arguably the greatest tag team in SCW history if we want to finally make our hopes of reigning as Tag Team Champions in this company a reality, two undisputed legends in their own right... as much as Ravyn doesn't act like she deserves that honor most of the time. Challenges like that, challenges like this match with you... we need to prove that we're able to meet them head on and rise to the occasion if we're ever going to make it in this business, that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt. It's one thing for us to be able to say we've given our best shot in these kinds of situations and came close, but I'm sure know from your own early days in SCW that unless you can close that gap and prove you can beat those big names, you'll never get to where you want to be.
That's why this match is so important to me Bree, why I have to give you everything I have and come away with my arm raised in victory this time. I know this won't get any easier as time goes on, and the more Luz and I fail to rise to the challenge then the less likely that The Light In The Darkness will ever prove we deserve to be seen by future generations of wrestlers in the same light as talents like you. A win over you on Breakdown proves to the world that Amelia Blythe can truly overcome one of SCW's absolute best, that there is hope for The Light In The Darkness to earn the same level of respect and admiration that you've earned a hundred times over and then some... right now, in this moment, that would mean so much more to me... to us... even when compared to winning the right to have another opportunity to fight to call ourselves Tag Team Champions finally.”
Amelia slowly closes the distance until we're fairly close up on her face, the fire in her eyes impossible to miss.
“I ask only one thing of you for this Breakdown Bree... don't hold back. Give me everything that you've got, come at me as though we were once again fighting with championship gold at stake. Test the limits of my knee again if you have to. I have to... I NEED to come away from this match knowing that if I am victorious this time around that I truly earned it, no questions asked. I need to know... because if I cannot beat a bona fide Hall of Famer in the making at her peak, then that's far from a good omen considering what lies ahead for us, and I will gladly fight with everything that I have to create that hope that maybe, just maybe, we're finally ready to make our names truly known in Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
With that, Amelia takes a deep breath and nods to us before she steps away, leaving us with one last moment to see the Raleigh skyline and linger on her words before we fade out.
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Luz tosses Amelia a bottle of water as she stops the recording, the technician wasting no time in getting a rather generous drink as the luchadora double checks to make sure the footage is alright before she sets the camera aside and goes to roll up the mat Amelia was using.
“You kind of got a bit intense there at the end, Ames...” Luz admitted.
“I had to, Lulu,” Amelia admitted once she stopped guzzling down water and wiped some sweat from her brow. “What I said is true... I know we'll always fight through any challenge before us, but I hate the idea of us constantly falling short when it matters most in SCW. It's going to start getting to us eventually, and I'd hate to see either of us fall back into that spiral. I need this win to prove that we have what it takes to beat SCW's very best and prove we deserve to be among them.”
Luz nods as she reaches into the pocket of her jeans and grabs Amelia's phone that she'd been hanging onto while her fiancée threw her light jacket back on to once again have the pocket to store the device.
“You're right... we both know we can do it, but until we can actually back it up with a big win then it's going to be a struggle to get anybody in that upper echelon to truly give us the respect we're trying to earn.” Luz took a deep breath at that thought, knowing they'd earned a bit of respect but that many in SCW still wrote them off even in discussions regarding the tag division. She opened her mouth to keep going on that thought, but her attention was diverted as she saw a voicemail notification on Amelia's phone. “Hey Ames... someone left you a voicemail while we were recording.”
“If it's another one from mom or dad like the one I got beforehand, then just delete it,” Amelia shrugged before taking another drink of her water.
“No... it's from a number we haven't seen in way too long,” Luz revealed, and that got Amelia's attention. She walked over to her partner and nodded, signaling for Luz to play the voicemail on speaker so they could both hear it.
It was surprising enough that they'd finally heard back from Ryan Lumis after months of silence from the private investigator, but the message he'd left had them exchanging confused and concerned looks over what he had to share.
“Miss Blythe, and Miss Luz as well if you're listening together... I apologize that I haven't been in touch with you in quite some time. As you know, while I agreed to help you both investigate several things regarding those who had initially hired me to get dirt on the two of you, I had another case I was working that needed to be resolved first because of its importance. I am surprised but extremely grateful at your patience... which is why I need you to know that what I have to tell you is information I'm not supposed to give you, but I feel you both need to be in the loop on this as well. Call me back whenever you get this message and we'll arrange a date and time to talk, bring anyone you feel should know this as well. And... I apologize in advance for what I have to share.”
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Tag Team Record: 28-11-1*
La Pequeña Luz Solo Record: 19-10
Amelia Blythe Nevado Solo Record: 14-9-1
*The tag team turmoil on the 9/14/2023 Breakdown is counted in this record as the three separate matches LITD had in the gauntlet up until their elimination.
Breakdown 3/30/2023 - Kim Williams' Trios Cash-In
La Pequeña Luz: 3 Falls
Amelia Blythe Nevado: 2 Falls
*Neither one finished high enough to win any championships in this match
*Result listed separately and not counted in records due to lack of clarity on how to count falls
SCW Accomplishments
SCW Television Championship (Amelia Blythe Nevado - 29 Days)
SCW Television Championship (La Pequeña Luz - 98 Days)
SCW World Tag Team Championship [3] (1 - 81 Days) (2 - 109 Days) (3 - 231 Days)
SCW United States Championship (La Pequeña Luz) [2] (1/Interim Reign - 94 Days) (2 - Current)
2024 Trios Tournament Winner (Amelia Blythe Nevado, w/ Xander Valentine and Billy Heaven Jr.)
2023 Tag Team of the Year
2023 Match of the Year (Kim Williams' Trios Cash-In)
2024 Tag Team of the Year