Scott Reed vs. Marie Jones vs. La Pequena Luz

[The Matt]

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September 23rd, 2024
Albany, New York
Off Camera
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The Phoenix had been through a rough road to redemption since returning to SCW. She fought to earn the trust and respect of the locker room, she beat some respect into Ryan Lecalier and earned her first Rise To Greatness win in several years in the process, and now it seems as if she now has a clear path forward. The Phoenix now knows what the future holds. Her future is a potential date with the United States Championship. Marie Jones will face Scott Reed and La Pequena Luz in a triple threat match. The winner will earn a shot at the United States Title. In a way, this is a vindication of everything Marie has fought for, and it is evidence that everything her twin sister Kimberly Williams has said was true. She does deserve better. She has fought long and hard for opportunities like this and now she has it. Now she has a chance to once again put herself in the spotlight, to once again carry championship gold. Perhaps all she needed was a pep talk from Kim and then that victory over Gigi Steward on Breakdown? Perhaps that was all the momentum she needed to finally help her break free and to once again believe in herself, to once again have that self-confidence that had propelled her to success in the past. And now Marie plans to ride that wave of self-confidence right into Apocalypse and to the United States Championship. The United States Championship holds a special place in Marie’s heart. It was the first title she won in SCW and she hasn’t held it since June of 2017. Now, to win it back after so many years, to win it back after making her return, after making her fight for redemption, it would be poetic; almost as if she were starting all over again.

Starting over again is becoming a theme for Marie Jones lately. Not only is she starting over again in SCW but she is also trying to start all over again in her personal life. For months now she has been desperately trying to put her past involvement with the cult known as The Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat in her rearview mirror. Her involvement with that group and one of its leaders, Julianne Buchanan, nearly caused her to lose her wrestling career, her son, and her family. Ultimately Marie managed to see the light and escape the grip of this manipulative group just before Massachusetts state authorities decided to investigate and then arrest its leadership, namely the charismatic Raul Alfaro and the aforementioned Julianne Buchanan. This could have been the end for Marie. Perhaps it should have been the end? But Marie was approached by Julianne and her brother, Brandon Buchanan, who begged her to testify on Julianne’s behalf, to testify that Julianne herself was a victim of manipulation and insanity. District Attorney Kevin Hayden wanted to punish both Raul and Julianne. He wanted no part of a deal with Julianne where she would plead insanity. Marie could have let it all play out and just let Julianne suffer the consequences.

Yet Marie did step up and she did speak to Kevin Hayden. She defended Julianne and confirmed her account of the events. She did so at her own risk, because it put herself on the radar of the district attorney’s office. Why would Marie take such a risk for someone who manipulated her on so many occasions? Marie wasn’t originally going to take such a risk until she was reminded that she herself needed a few second, third, and even fourth chances in her own life. That reminder came courtesy of her new boyfriend, an ex-convict turning his life around named Percy Matthews. The Phoenix believes that Percy is right, that she owed it to Julianne to give her the benefit of a doubt and to give her a chance. Marie knows that she did the right thing in helping Julianne. But she also knows that Kevin Hayden is taking a good, long, hard look into Marie’s own involvement with Inner Peace and she knows that could potentially spell trouble for her in the future if the district attorney chooses to take action.

Currently Marie is trying to forget about her potential legal troubles. She is doing this by enjoying the company of her boyfriend and their mutual friend, the woman who set them up, Melinda Jade. The three are gathered in Melinda’s modest apartment in Albany, New York. It is cozy, with warm, neutral coloration. The furniture is simple but comfortable and includes a well-worn couch, a coffee table with a few scuffs, and some mismatched chairs placed around the room. The light filtering through the curtains is soft and casts a calm ambiance over the space.

Percy Matthews dominates the couch with his broad shoulders and towering presence. His leather jacket, which is draped over the arm of the couch. Percy’s arms are thick and muscular, covered in tattoos, with a heavy beard framing his rugged face. His hands, large and calloused, his legs spread wide. Despite his intimidating size, there’s a certain ease to the way he relaxes. Next to him, sitting close but not too close, is his girlfriend, Marie Jones. She’s wearing a semi-modest outfit, feminine but practical which includes a flowing blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans. The blouse is a soft pastel, adding a touch of color to her otherwise understated look. A thin necklace with a delicate charm rests against her collarbone. Though she appears more petite next to Percy, she has a calm confidence about her. One leg is crossed over the other, and her hands rest lightly in her lap. Every now and then, she glances over at Percy with a gentle smile, a mix of affection and quiet admiration on her face.

On the other side of the room, Melinda Jade perches in an armchair. Melinda is dressed casually in a black hoodie and jeans, her style more laid-back and effortless compared to Marie’s. She has a book in her lap, but her attention isn’t on it. Instead, she’s watching the conversation between Percy and Marie with an amused smile, occasionally chiming in with a sarcastic remark. Melinda’s eyes are sharp and expressive, showing that she’s the type of person who observes more than she lets on. Despite her quiet demeanor, there’s an unspoken closeness between the three of them, a camaraderie that speaks to years of shared experiences and trust.

“Anyone want a drink?” Melinda says, reaching down to a cooler next to her and picking up a beer. She offers it to Percy but the burly biker shakes his head.

“Nah, not me. I’m the DD.”

“You? The DD?” Melinda chuckles.

“Don’t act so surprised.” He retorts. “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.”

“It’s true.” Marie confirms with a nod of her head. “He’s going straight edge.”

“I wouldn’t quite put myself in that category, but yeah…”

“I couldn’t imagine you refraining from all of it.” Melinda says with a shrug. “But suit yourself.” She pops the top of the beer bottle and begins to drink. “More of us. You want one, Marie?”

“I think I will have to pass as well.” Marie shakes her head. “I have a lot on my mind right now and I need to be thinking clearly.”

“Right, you got that championship match this week, right?”

“It is a contender’s match, not a title match.” Marie says, correcting Melinda.

“Yeah but you told me yesterday that it could be for the title.” Percy points out.

“That’s unlikely.” Marie shakes her head. “I mean, technically yeah, it could be. The United States Champion is facing that creepy bastard The Enigma. But SCW refuses to sanction it as a title match. So if she loses, SCW will award the title to the winner of my match.”

“Which will be you!” Melinda declares proudly.

“That remains to be seen.” Marie sighs. “Besides, I am focusing on winning the match and I am not going to get my hopes up on it being for the title. Deanna is tough, real tough. Hell, I fought both her and Enigma recently and if I had to place a bet, I’d bet on Deanna any day.”

“Well me and Death’s Head always bet on you.” Melinda says with a wink. “And with any luck, maybe Deanna will slip on a banana peel and lose and you’ll also become champion.”

“Honestly, as much as I would love to become champion,” Jones shakes her head “that is NOT the way I would want it to happen. Deanna has been a great champion and if I become champion, I want it to be because I beat her. Not because someone else beat her.”

“I feel ya,” Percy kisses Marie on her forehead “you wanna earn everything. Its honorable. But hey, those other two you’re fighting. They aren’t slouches. So even IF you did become champ, it wouldn’t be like you didn’t earn it.”

“Scott and Luz are good.” Marie nods her head. “That’s true. But I am not making the mistake of getting ahead of myself. I am focusing on those two and nothing else.” Marie sighs as she leans into Percy’s comforting grasp. “God knows I have made enough mistakes in my career already.”

“Speaking of mistake you made,” Melinda takes another big swig of her beer “what about the Inner Peace situation?”

“Do we gotta talk about that?” Percy asks, holding Marie closely, tightly, as if she were vulnerable and about to crack at any second. “That’s a touchy subject.”

“I know, I know, but Marie here was my best friend before you ever laid eyes on her.” Melinda smirks. “I set you two up, remember?”

“Yeah, but…”

“No, no, it’s ok.” Marie says as she interrupts Percy mid-thought. She sits up and sighs. “I did speak with District Attorney Kevin Hayden regarding his case against Julianne.”

“And?” Melinda asks, leaning forward, eager for more information. “Is it over now? Are you finally done with that crap?”

“I wish it was over.” Marie shakes her head. “Unfortunately it isn’t over, not yet anyway.”

“What happened?”

“He agreed to cut a deal with Julianne. He agreed to let her plead insanity in exchange for being sentenced to a mental hospital as opposed to prison time. I convinced him that Julianne was just a victim of Raul’s manipulation. But…” Marie’s voice trails off for a moment as she struggles to find the words “...but he made it perfectly clear that he may try to put me in a psychiatric hospital too.”

“Seriously?” Melinda asks with an arched brow. “Did he really say that?”

“He didn’t say those exact words but the implication was there.” Marie says with a nod of her head. “Since I was just as involved with the group as Julianne was, he may be pressured come after me as well.”

“Bullshit.” Melinda remarks. “You weren’t as involved as her.”

“Wasn’t I?” Marie asks. “I was with her recruiting other women to join. Me and Julianne slept with Raul. We considered ourselves his property. I was in just as deep as she was. I was just as much a true believer as she was.”

“But you’ve changed…” Melinda insists.

“You know it. Percy knows it. My family knows it. I think I know it…” Marie says quietly, there is some hint of doubt at the end. Percy hugs her tightly.

“Don’t be crazy, babe. You have changed.”

“Maybe. But the district attorney may not agree. They may come after me.”

“Well…there is another option…” Percy smirks knowingly.

“What’s that?”

“Get the jump on them.”

“Wait a second…” Marie looks at her boyfriend incredulously “...are you suggesting that I run? Do you want me to flee?”

“Run from the law?” Percy chuckles loudly. “Crap. Sweetheart, my days of fleeing from the law are over and I would never ever suggest anyone else try it. I learned a long time ago that the phrase ‘long arm of the law’ is real. They will catch you eventually so there’s no use in running.”

“So if you’re not implying that I should run then what are you implying?” Marie asks curiously.

“I think what he means when he says ‘get the jump on them’ is to get some help.” Melinda says.

“You mean…” Marie pauses for a moment as she lets her thoughts sink in “...you want me to commit myself to a psychiatric ward?”

“Not necessarily.” Percy shakes his head. “I mean, there are lots of options, that’s just one. You could see a therapist, a psychiatrist, or any other of numerous alternative practices. But just do something, anything at all, that you can use as proof to the district attorney that you are seeking help already and that being committed would not need to be an option in your case.”

“So just prove to Hayden that I am seeking help?” Marie asks. Percy nods his head.

“Precisely.”

“I suppose that makes sense. It’s just that…” Marie sighs and shakes her head “...both my mom and my sister were committed to psychiatric hospitals. So far I have managed to avoid that. I do not want to add my name to that list of Jones family members who went to the loony bin.”

“Look, there is no shame in admitting that you need help.” Percy says sternly as he gazes deep into Marie’s eyes. “Besides, if you don’t seek help of some kind, you run the risk of exactly what you said, the district attorney comes after you and he will seek to have you committed anyway. At least this way, by seeking help on YOUR terms, you might could avoid it.”

“Maybe you’re right…” Marie sighs “...I’m just glad that I have the help of a strong family unit and the help of two great friends.” Marie says, looking first at Melinda and then turning to Percy and kissing him on the lips.

“I’ll drink to that!” Melinda declares before taking another sip from her beer.

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September 25th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been two days since Marie Jones received some much needed advice from her boyfriend Percy Matthews and their mutual friend Melinda Jade. Both Percy and Melinda are ex-convicts and thus both agree Marie did the right thing helping Julianne. However their advice to Marie in actively seeking help from a therapist, or even going to the extreme of committing herself, fills Marie’s heart with dread. From the moment she heard the warning from the district attorney, the warning that he may be forced to target her for her involvement in Inner Peace, the threat that she may be forcibly committed, that struck fear into Marie’s heart. Both her mother and her twin sister, Kimberly Williams, ended up in a psychiatric hospital. It has always been Marie’s greatest fear that the same thing might end up happening to her. They say that no good deed goes unpunished. Has Marie’s good deed of helping Julianne Buchanan now come back to bite her in the ass?

In times like these Marie finds comfort and solace in being alone in the quiet and peace of prayer. This is what brings her on this evening to her home Catholic Church in Boston, Massachusetts. Marie Jones stands in the dim glow of flickering candles at the front of the Catholic Church during Eucharistic Adoration. Her fiery red hair, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, contrasts beautifully with the white lace veil draped delicately over her head. The veil, a traditional symbol of reverence, falls just past her shoulders, blending with the ivory blouse she wears, modest and simple yet elegant. Her face, illuminated by the soft candlelight, bears an expression of serene devotion. Her eyes are fixed intently on the golden monstrance displayed on the altar, holding the Eucharist at its center. There is a profound stillness about her, a contrast to the vibrant, fiery aura her red hair suggests. Marie’s hands are folded neatly in front of her, fingers intertwined, as she kneels on the padded kneeler. Her posture is upright. She wears a long, flowing black skirt, reaching down to her ankles, modest yet refined. On her wrist, a simple silver rosary hangs loosely, the beads slipping through her fingers as she silently prays. The church around her is quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of fabric and the soft breathing of other parishioners. The golden tabernacle behind the altar casts a warm light over the room, and in this sacred atmosphere, Marie looks peaceful, her expression one of quiet surrender, as if she is laying all her burdens at the foot of the altar.

“The First Glorious Mystery, the Resurrection of Christ…” Marie says quietly in a low whisper so as to not bother anyone around her, anyone else in the church “...I offer this decade, selfishly for myself as I seek answers on what I should do…how I should approach this latest challenge in my life. I do not want to be committed and I do not want to do anything that puts me at risk of that happening but I…” she shakes her head “...I see no answers. So please, give me answers. Give me a sign.” Marie sighs deeply before beginning. “Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.”

“Latin? How conservative of you.” The voice is familiar but it does startle Marie, who was deep in thought and prayer. With a slight jump she turns and sees a familiar face, a friend of the family; Sister Maria, her mother’s longtime friend. This friendly nun knew Marie’s mother back when Angelica Jones was only eighteen years old. Sister Maria smiles warmly and politely at Marie as she approaches quietly. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ok, Sister. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“Go right ahead.”

Sister Maria kneels down next to Marie. She looks over at her and winks. “You know, enough of that Latin and you might ruffle the feathers of some of those Second Vatican Council types.”

“Great, another problem I need.”

“I’m just teasing you.” Sister Maria chuckles. “Besides, what’s in the heart is most important, not the language.”

“I agree.” Marie sighs. “But sometimes the heart can get you in trouble.”

“Did your heart get you into trouble recently?”

“Uh…” Marie looks from side to side as more people start to filter into the church “...is it really a good idea to talk about this right here? Now? During Eucharistic Adoration?”

“I doubt our good Lord would mind. His house is for healing. But if you are concerned about disturbing the others then I suppose we can step outside into the vestibule.”

Marie nods her head. She stands up first followed by the nun. The two then walk side by side down the main center aisle of the church and then they exit into the vestibule. Currently it is empty, which Marie is thankful for. This is not a conversation she really wants to have, let alone around where a lot of people can hear.

“So, what seems to be troubling you, Marie?” A small smile forms on her face. “Something must be troubling you. It is very rare that you make time for Eucharistic Adoration.”

“You’re right, I don’t come here, not as often as I should anyway.” Marie chuckles. “The busy life of a wrestler, right?”

“Is it your career that bothers you?”

“No, that’s not it.” Marie shakes her head. “Uh, I’m sure you already heard about my involvement with Inner Peace.”

“I have heard about the organization in the news. Your mother told me bits and pieces about how you got involved with it. I am glad you found your way out.”

“Yeah, well I wish I could wash my hands of that group forever, but it seems as if every time it seems like I am done with them, something else comes up. My ex…Julianne Buchanan…she was the one who got me involved in the first place. The district attorney seems to want her head on a platter, but she was just as much of a victim as I was. So I decided to speak to the district attorney on her behalf. And I convinced him to let her plead insanity for time in a mental hospital as opposed to prison time.”

“You did a good deed, Marie.” Sister Maria says, nodding her head.

“Yes, I know, but unfortunately the district attorney now thinks that he may be pressured to go after ME now due to my own involvement in the group. And I just don’t know what to do.” She shrugs her shoulders. “My boyfriend thinks I should seek professional help as a means of showing the district attorney that I am already actively seeking help and that I wouldn’t need to be committed like they are going to commit Julianne. But…” her voice cracks and trails off.

“You are concerned that even if you seek professional help from a therapist…a psychiatrist…that this individual will still have you committed anyway, just as the district attorney might very well do?”

“Yeah…” Marie says, nodding her head.

“Well I agree with you unnamed boyfriend. Something needs to be done to show that you are seeking help.”

“His name is Percy.” Marie says chuckling.

“You will have to introduce me to this Percy one day.” The nun winks. “But yes, I agree with Percy. You should seek help. But it does not necessarily have to be a therapist. There are alternatives.”

“Percy said that there were alternatives but what kinds? What else would possibly be enough to show the district attorney that I am seeking help, that would make him stay off my case and leave me alone?”

“You could go to a therapist that is specifically Catholic oriented. The Church does offer those. Or you could get a spiritual director.”

“A spiritual director, eh?” Marie says curiously. “I have heard of those before but I…I admit I never fully understood what they were.”

“They are sort of like counselors in their own right but they are not licensed in any way.”

“So probably a better term would be like a mentor?” Marie asks. The nun nods her head.

“Yes, exactly. They serve as a mentor of sorts, helping you and guiding you along the way with any problem you may have in your life, be it spiritual, mental, or emotional. A spiritual directors is a companion that helps you discern God’s will.”

“That’s great, I could use some of that, but I doubt the district attorney would accept it.”

“If it is true that all he needs is evidence that you are seeking help then this should suffice. But if you feel something more traditional is needed you could seek help from your family’s therapist.”

“Dr. Warren…” Marie says “...yeah, she has always been good about keeping our secrets. I might reach out and talk to her.”

“Well there you go.” Sister Maria smiles. “But Marie…”

“Yes?”

“Do not completely disregard my suggestion of getting a spiritual director. You may or may not want one to help you with this specific case but one can definitely help. Just ask your mother. I have been her spiritual director for a long time now.”

“Really?” Marie looks on curiously. “I didn’t know this.”

“You know about how your mother and I meet once a month at that coffee shop just down the street?” The nun asks. Marie nods her head. “That just isn’t a meeting of old friends to catch up. I help her with spiritual direction.”

This is news to Marie. She had never known this before but it certainly opens up a new avenue, a new way to not only help her with this current problem but future problems that may arise. But for now, however, she at least has a clear path forward to not only finally putting Inner Peace behind her once and for all but also to set her career back on the right path. Apocalypse is just days away and she could earn a shot at the United States Title…

…or she could become champion.

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September 28th, 2024
Vancouver, BC, Canada
On Camera
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We are in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. The Rogers Arena is just barely visible off in the distance and it is there that SCW Apocalypse will take place. A few moments of brief pause and then the lovely striking redheaded figure of Marie Jones steps into the scene from the left. She wears a red silk blouse, vibrant and form-fitting, that hugs her figure, the deep crimson hue enhancing the natural warmth of her hair and adding a bold pop of color to her ensemble. The blouse’s neckline was modest yet flattering, the fabric soft and fluid as it draped over her slender torso. Paired with this, Jones wears a sleek black miniskirt that emphasized her long legs, the hem resting just above mid-thigh. The skirt’s simple design contrasted perfectly with the boldness of her stockings; black, opaque, and seamless, they gave her legs a smooth, flawless appearance. Her high heels, polished and pointed, added both height and poise, their sharp design enhancing her overall look of sleek, deliberate style. Completing her outfit was a black leather jacket, fitted snugly around her waist and shoulders. The jacket had a rebellious flair, its slightly glossy finish catching the light in subtle reflections. Zipped halfway up, it allowed the rich red of her blouse to peek through, adding a layer of texture to the outfit.

“After all this time, from my shocking, unexpected, and probably…admittedly…illegal return at Body, Heart, and Soul, through a long, arduous, rough road to redemption, fighting tooth and nail to earn the trust and respect of the locker room and the fans, all of that leads me to right here and right now in Vancouver for SCW Apocalypse.” She motions to the Rogers Arena standing off in the distance. “That will be the place where this Phoenix will rise…” a confident gaze forms on her her lovely face.

“...this road has been difficult, it has been challenging. I have had great victories and grim, disappointing defeats. I have had many highs and many lows. I have fought the very best SCW has thrown at me. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost, but each and every time I learned. I learned, I grew, and I got better. Most importantly, I kept going. I never once stopped, even during the most trying of times I never once gave up. The old me, the arrogant, conceited Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling would have taken her ball and went home. But I had patience. I kept fighting, knowing that one day all of it would pay off. Now here I am, twenty four hours away from Apocalypse, and I can proudly say that yes, it has all been worth it, and yes, it is about to pay off with interest.”

“Scott Reed…La Pequena Luz…and myself. We will go to war tomorrow night in that building behind me. That alone is enough to motivation to make me want to fight my heart out. Being scheduled for an SCW event as big as this is an honor. There are former world champions working for this company who have been left off the card. There are legends of this company still working here who have been left off. Just being booked is an honor but to get to test myself against not one but two of the best to do it…namely a veteran like you, Scott Reed, a veteran who beat my own sister at her very best…and a chance to face a champion, namely one half of the tag team champions La Pequena Luz…oh now that’s motivation right there.”

“Don’t worry, Luz, my focus is only on this match and this match only. But if and when I do win, you can best believe that I will have a discussion with my sister or maybe some other friend of mine about those tag titles…” The Phoenix winks playfully at the camera “...but as I said, right here and right now is about THIS MATCH and THIS OPPORTUNITY! Reed, Luz, Jones, one fall to a finish, a match that could and probably will steal the show. But that isn’t all there is to this story. That isn’t the only reason why this match will be on the lips of every SCW fan watching Apocalypse tomorrow night.” Marie reaches into her jacket pocket and produces a small American flag and playfully waves it.

“God Bless America!” She smirks. “That’s right! The three of us are fighting it out over this…” she looks at the flag and then back at the camera “...well, not this specifically, but for the United States Championship. Because whoever wins this show stealer tomorrow night will become number one contender to the United States Title. And before I begin, let me first address what that title means to me. That championship was the first title I won in SCW. I held that title for nearly fifty days in 2017 and while it may have been a relatively short title reign, I was still proud of it. I was proud of what I had accomplished. I joined SCW those many years ago hoping for a fresh start, hoping to reboot my career after a disappointing end in another company. And that United States Title victory meant a lot to me. Now I am back. Once again I returned to SCW and once again I hoped to reboot my career. Once again I hope for redemption and now that my redemption tour is over, for me to cap it all off with a United States Championship victory, mirroring my own beginnings in SCW several years ago, well god damn that would be oh so poetic. So I apologize deeply if this comes off as conceited because god knows I am trying oh so very hard not to be that person anymore, but Luz…Reed…this championship means more to me than it does to either of you. I need this title more than either of you.”

“Scott, do you REALLY want the US Title shot or do you just want another shot at Deanna? Hell, I had my own shot at Deanna and I came this close to beating her. I know if I had just one more shot I can get the job done. But beating Deanna isn’t my sole mission. I want the United States title. I need the United States Title. Whether its Deanna or someone else as champion, that’s beside the point. I want that title opportunity. I want the chance to make sure history repeats itself. And as for you, Luz? You are already a tag team champion. Good for you. I applaud you and Amelia for how good you are, for how capable you are that you can succeed both as tag team champions and succeed on your own in individual success. But once again, do you REALLY want this as badly as I do since you stand there already with a title belt in your possession?” She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

“The three of us are going to Apocalypse, we are going to war for an opportunity to earn a shot at the United States Title…” she chuckles softly “...unless a certain Enigmatic freak upsets the applecart. Against the advice of SCW and CHBK, Deanna Frost is putting her title on the line in an unsanctioned fight against The Enigma. Let’s face it, when it’s unsanctioned, it is not a wrestling match anymore, it is a fight. And if Deanna loses that fight, CHBK has made it clear that she will no longer be the United States Champion…”

“...one of us will be champion, the winner of our match will be champion. Do not think even for one second that this reality, or at least this potential reality, is lost on me. Is this the way I want to become champion? No. I want to be the person who beat the best. I do not want to become champion on a technicality. However, I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. So with that in mind, with that possible reality in mind, you can bet that I will be fighting as if everything is on the line. You can bet as if I am fighting not just to earn a title shot but for the title itself. And you wanna know why? It isn’t just because The Enigma might change the plans. He could. But that doesn’t matter. It all boils down to the fact that my confidence is back and that makes me deadly. Do you want to see how confident I am?”

“For me this IS for the United States Title because I know that if I become number one contender, if I get my one on one shot, then I WILL be the next United States Champion. Scott…Luz…tomorrow night at Apocalypse you two will fall and this Phoenix will rise!” Marie turns and slowly walks off as the camera fades to black.