04-05-2019, 11:07 PM
Ooc: Thanks again to Kas for the collaboration in the second segment
Florence, Italy
Apartment of Sabrina and Sofia Bello
March 22nd, 2013
4:36 PM
It is a crisp autumn afternoon, but Sabrina does not mind the cold air flooding into her bedroom from the wide open window above her bed. She has not been able to relax much lately, partially because it is her senior high of high school, but mostly because her mother left for an appointment with her doctor about a half hour ago. Her mother is certainly not one to spend a lot of time visiting her doctor. In fact, Sabrina cannot seem even recall the name of the doctor treating her mother this afternoon. Her mother did her best to reassure her that it was no big deal and that she had been meaning to get a check up for months, anyway.
But something is wrong. Sabrina knows that her mother passing out the other night while making dinner was not a sign of good health. There have been many more instances, growing with much more frequency over the past couple of months where Sabrina could sense that her mother was not well. Though she is relieved that her mother finally decided to seek medical attention, she cannot help shake the feeling that her mother is going to be returning with the worst news.
So she waits beneath the window with the chilly air pouring down upon her. It is the only thing she can do now. She has always felt a certain level of helplessness throughout her life, but it has never been drastic enough to keep her from living her life. Her mother is literally all she has in this world, so the thought of losing her is just too much.
Sofia Bello would be scolding her daughter right now if she knew the thoughts that were going through the mind of her daughter. Sabrina knows this, but that does not bring her any solace. There is no solace, no peace, no everlasting joy for Sabrina Bello.
Sabrina hears the front door open and the jingling of her mother’s keys being set on the dining room table. She wants to get up and see her mother, but is frozen in place by the fear of what she believes her mother might have to say to her. Her eyes water up as she hears her mother’s footsteps and the scene fades as the door opens.
March 20th, 2019
6:09 PM
Sabrina’s Apartment
It is one hell of a flight from London back home and Sabrina has been sleeping ever since she got back from the airport this morning. She wakes up when her phone beeps at her letting her know she has a text message. It is from Lindsay Morrison of all people and the message is asking her if it is okay to come over for a visit. Sabrina rubs her face with her hands as though trying to rub some awakeness bask into herself. She smiles as she texts back that she would love some company. And not five minutes later, there is a knock on her door.
“Before I come in, do you mind if Mordecai joins me? We’re having a few enmeshment issues,” Lindsay calls dryly through the door. “It’s a looming day.”
Sabrina considers her options, but does not have any interest in saying no to Lindsay. “I would certainly prefer he not, but if the price to pay for getting to know you is having him around, I guess I will pay it,” she says with just a touch of resignation. She gets up off her couch, still feeling the effects of the battle she just went through with Gavin Taylor as well as the torment the long flight, and opens the door.
“So good to see you, Lindsay.” Sabrina gives a slight smile as she motions for Lindsay and her monster to come in.
Lindsay looks as put together as always, but there is a peculiar strain in her eyes. Nevertheless, she smiles at Sabrina. “Good to see you as well,” she replies, before glancing back over her shoulder to where Mordecai is looming.
There is a whole unspoken conversation then, carried in the flicker of a eyebrow and the tilt of a head. As Lindsay enters, Mordecai stays behind.
“Your house, your rules,” she explains as she closes the door behind her. “And my mystery is certainly an acquired taste.”
Sabrina stares right into Lindsay’s blue eyes, “I remember not too long ago when Mordecai and Ms. R kidnapped and tortured Vanilla Skyy. So I’m not so sure he is an acquired taste as you put it, but more just someone I don’t feel I’ll ever be comfortable around. He’s not like you or the rest of your minions. Having said that, I appreciate that you are willing to respect my wishes.”
Lindsay meets Sabrina’s eyes without flinching. “And my Chris offered himself up as the sacrificial lamb in order to get Vanilla back to safety. That same Chris was the first to offer his hand to my mystery. Your house, your rules, and I will remember your discomfort, but Mordecai, I, and the rest of our family, are far more alike than people want to think.”
Along with the look in her eyes, that little speech might be taken as a warning. Lindsay seems to realise it as the last words leave her mouth. She gives her head a little shake, shifts her shoulders, and then changes the subject.
“How are you feeling?”
Sabrina shrugs. “I honestly feel alright given the circumstances. It was a good start towards getting to where I want to be. I feel like, and I hate the idea of it, but it was sort of a moral victory. Does that make sense? I mean, Gavin is not the type to admit it, but I’m sure I earned a certain level of respect that night.” Sabrina sighs heavily and continues on wearily. “But the road does not appear to get any easier with Yvonne Knight coming to Emerge and I don’t know much about her other than that she is a former SCW wrestler and her reputation is that of a legend. Also, our new boss seems to be quite excited to have her here. If anything, she is more of a challenge than Gavin. Maybe I will get lucky and she will be rusty.”
“Victories are victories, moral or otherwise,” Lindsay says softly. “You’re rebuilding yourself into who you want to be. Take things as you want them to be, not as others phrase them. Let Gavin boast about his undoubted victory and his quest to move upwards. That’s his path.”
Rather than continue this conversation on their feet, Lindsay steps over to the couch. “Shall we?”
Sabrina nods and moves over to the couch and sits down beside Lindsay. “The thing for me right now, is that I’m not even sure who I want to be. Other than being a champion, that is. I’ve played both sides of the fence, so to speak, and nothing I’ve done has gotten me any closer to being successful. It’s only the past few weeks since I’ve gotten to discuss matters with you that I feel as though any progress has been made.”
Lindsay gives a faint smile. “You do look far more settled in your skin than the last time that we spoke. But still, Sabrina, chasing being a champion? Is that still your only reason for being here?”
Sabrina looks confused by that question. “Look, I certainly understand that winning championships is not the only reason to compete in this sport. There is a particular thrill that one gets for putting on a good show for thousands of people, no doubt. But the thing for me is, I’ve been at this for a few years now and I do not have a damn thing to show for it. I should have won something of value before now, right?” She looks Lindsay right in the eyes as she continues on with great earnestness. “So the only way I see of making any of this worth all the hard work, all the torture I was put through in Japan, all of the time I’ve spent studying my opponents...the only way I earn even a slight amount of respect is if I finally earn the right to call myself a champion. I’ve gotten quite close on a couple of occasions, but for one reason or another I’ve not been able to seal the deal.”
“And what happens when you finally bring home the gold, hm? Does that automatically mean that everyone else on the roster will respect you? And what will you do with the gold? Having achieved your stated goal, will you walk away? Or will you start shooting for another title, one that’s considered higher in prestige?”Lindsay questions, raising an eyebrow curiously. “It could be that you and I have incompatible world views on this....but I don’t see how causing yourself so much stress over a piece of gaudy jewelry is good for you.”
Sabrina shuffles in her seat a little bit and seems perplexed, as though she never pondered the subject. “What happens is I can finally justify everything I’ve done with virtually my entire adult life. It’s a sign that I am on the right path. What is life without having goals? Sure, I could just go through the motions and earn just enough money to keep off the streets, but I have higher aspirations than just barely getting by. It is quite expensive to live in Toronto and there is a bit of a bump in pay that comes along with being a champion. So yeah, maybe none of this stress is necessarily good for me, but everybody that works for a living deals with stress.” She lets out a funny little giggle of sorts. “Funny thing is that I get to relieve a good deal of that stress punching people like Gavin Taylor in the face repeatedly. It’s easy to get moist with excitement when getting ready to fight that cocky prick. Competing against Yvonne Knight, though? Nothing particularly aggravating about her. So what I’m trying to figure out how to take the same level of motivation I had fighting Gavin Taylor and nearly taking that title from him and applying it towards someone I hold no ill will towards.”
“And who defines your right path?” Lindsay asks. “Who paves the road that you’re walking? The fans who cheer or boo you as they choose? Drew Bryant, or Dexter Schmidt who pick who does or doesn’t get shots at the gaudy jewelry? Does delightful Danny pick your path as he mentors you? Does the memory of your mother line your path with remorse?”
She pauses, and takes a deep breath offering a small smile.
“My apologies, I get...passionate, sometimes. But yes, Gavin Taylor does have a face in need of a punch on occasions. LIkeable, despite the arrogance though, but again, I think we differ on that. But, Sabrina, why would you need to have ill will against someone in order to face them? Surely simply the challenge of facing Yvonne should be enough? Proving that you can rebound from your defeat, and are ready to start taking your place in contention for your gaudy gold.”
Sabrina stares into Lindsay’s eyes again, smiling warmly at her. “There is no need to apologize and there is absolutely nothing wrong with being passionate. From time to time, I’ll admit that I’ve lacked the appropriate amount of passion. Or perhaps it was misdirected.”
She sighs heavily and continues on.
“I used to spend a great deal of time on Twitter showing off my body and flirting with several gorgeous ladies on there as well. The only thing that got me was alone and with the reputation of being a slut. You would think I would have learned something from my failed attempts to...connect with Kennedy Street would have served as a wake up call to me, but nope. I’m getting off track again. Oh, where were we?” Sabrina continues just staring at Lindsay as though the sight of her has caused her mind to wander to other things.
LIndsay rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh, how I loathe that word, ‘slut’,” she drawls, drawing the quotation marks in the air with her fingers. “Considering how close we get in the ring, wrestlers can be awfully prudish about certain things. As long as you stopped if it was made plain your flirtations were distasteful, what’s the harm?”
She shakes her head, and visibly bites her tongue. “But this is another subject on which I can get sidetracked. And we were talking about Yvonne Knight, and why on earth you think you have to hold ill will against her to face her. As if getting angry gives you a power boost.”
“That is a good question,” Sabrina pauses and thinks about it for a moment. “I guess it is just a lot easier to use anger or annoyance for motivation. Now that you mention it, though, maybe a lot of my reasoning for feeling that way is because Danny used to tell me that many years ago. You know, back when he actually gave a solid effort towards mentoring me. Really, though, the only thing that should be motivating me is my desire to win. Yvonne Knight is standing in the way of getting to where I want to be. It should be enough for me to know that I need to win to get what I need.”
She smiles and gets up off the couch and starts pacing around.
“You mentioned earlier something about someone paving the path I walk down. It sure as hell is not delightful Danny as you called him. He has entirely washed his hands of me thanks to some of the trouble I caused here before you arrived. Is it the fans cheering or booing me?” She ponders that question for a few moments. “I don’t really care what the crowd thinks of me, I suppose. I want to do what I feel like doing. If they want to cheer me, that’s great. If not, then I will go on living.”
Sabrina stops pacing and looks at Lindsay dead in the eyes again. If she were a smoker, this would be the part where she would take a huge drag. “The memory of mother, however...you might very well be on to something there. I often find myself wondering what my mother would want me to do in these situations and I feel like my memories of her pull me in so many directions at once. It’s like, she would have told me to never let anybody bully me or push me around, but she also would have been very disappointed with me when I tried to protect myself by joining up with Mika Kozlov. I don’t really know, though, for sure. I do know that for a small period of time I felt like Danny could serve as my father figure and if I hadn’t fucked things up with Skyy, he still could. He has seemed receptive to it in recent months, but I understand why he wouldn’t be too keen on helping me out much now.”
She realizes that talking about Danny and Vanilla with Lindsay is probably not the best course of action and she looks suddenly nervous. “I am sorry to bring her up. I know that you and Vanilla have a hell of a past and I’m sure you can’t be thrilled that she has officially unretired. Anyhow, I really do appreciate you taking all this time out of your schedule. I am still not quite certain of your motivations for taking such an interest in me, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to.”
Lindsay sits back in her seat and simply watches with inscrutable eyes as Sabrina talks, paces and talks some more. She has an enigmatic half smile on her lips, which quirks up at the edges at the sharp words about Danny Darko.
“I try not to mention my past when in your company, Sabrina,” she admits. “I don’t want to colour your viewpoints. But I’m always willing to talk, and to listen, and I know that my boys are coming around to the idea, if you ever want to talk to one of them. As to why I want to take an interest in you? Well, I think I’ll leave that for you to guess. But I must shortly love you and leave you. I have another appointment, although it’s with someone not half as charming as you are.”
Sabrina watches Lindsay get up to leave and her eyes are clearly focused on Lindsay’s ass. It’s safe to say that Sabrina is...enchanted by Lindsay.
April 20th
Emerge Studio.
So the wonderful Yvonne Knight has decided to come out of retirement and her first match is against Yours Truly. What an honor, right? I am aware of the world-renowned Knight family and know enough to realize that whether Yvonne is rusty or not, I have to treat her as a deadly serious threat. I will not be pulling any punches or taking it easy. You are going to get the very best version of me that this sport has ever seen.
No, I will giving every single thing I have in that ring, just as I did against Gavin Taylor at Invasion: London! The only difference this time around is that I am going to leave the ring victorious. I came extraordinarily close to pulling off one of the greatest upsets in recent wrestling history and I’ll be damned if I let someone who hasn’t wrestled in a very, very long time come into an Emerge ring and defeat me. I am looking forward to the challenge you present, Yvonne. See you in the ring...
Florence, Italy
Apartment of Sabrina and Sofia Bello
March 22nd, 2013
4:36 PM
It is a crisp autumn afternoon, but Sabrina does not mind the cold air flooding into her bedroom from the wide open window above her bed. She has not been able to relax much lately, partially because it is her senior high of high school, but mostly because her mother left for an appointment with her doctor about a half hour ago. Her mother is certainly not one to spend a lot of time visiting her doctor. In fact, Sabrina cannot seem even recall the name of the doctor treating her mother this afternoon. Her mother did her best to reassure her that it was no big deal and that she had been meaning to get a check up for months, anyway.
But something is wrong. Sabrina knows that her mother passing out the other night while making dinner was not a sign of good health. There have been many more instances, growing with much more frequency over the past couple of months where Sabrina could sense that her mother was not well. Though she is relieved that her mother finally decided to seek medical attention, she cannot help shake the feeling that her mother is going to be returning with the worst news.
So she waits beneath the window with the chilly air pouring down upon her. It is the only thing she can do now. She has always felt a certain level of helplessness throughout her life, but it has never been drastic enough to keep her from living her life. Her mother is literally all she has in this world, so the thought of losing her is just too much.
Sofia Bello would be scolding her daughter right now if she knew the thoughts that were going through the mind of her daughter. Sabrina knows this, but that does not bring her any solace. There is no solace, no peace, no everlasting joy for Sabrina Bello.
Sabrina hears the front door open and the jingling of her mother’s keys being set on the dining room table. She wants to get up and see her mother, but is frozen in place by the fear of what she believes her mother might have to say to her. Her eyes water up as she hears her mother’s footsteps and the scene fades as the door opens.
March 20th, 2019
6:09 PM
Sabrina’s Apartment
It is one hell of a flight from London back home and Sabrina has been sleeping ever since she got back from the airport this morning. She wakes up when her phone beeps at her letting her know she has a text message. It is from Lindsay Morrison of all people and the message is asking her if it is okay to come over for a visit. Sabrina rubs her face with her hands as though trying to rub some awakeness bask into herself. She smiles as she texts back that she would love some company. And not five minutes later, there is a knock on her door.
“Before I come in, do you mind if Mordecai joins me? We’re having a few enmeshment issues,” Lindsay calls dryly through the door. “It’s a looming day.”
Sabrina considers her options, but does not have any interest in saying no to Lindsay. “I would certainly prefer he not, but if the price to pay for getting to know you is having him around, I guess I will pay it,” she says with just a touch of resignation. She gets up off her couch, still feeling the effects of the battle she just went through with Gavin Taylor as well as the torment the long flight, and opens the door.
“So good to see you, Lindsay.” Sabrina gives a slight smile as she motions for Lindsay and her monster to come in.
Lindsay looks as put together as always, but there is a peculiar strain in her eyes. Nevertheless, she smiles at Sabrina. “Good to see you as well,” she replies, before glancing back over her shoulder to where Mordecai is looming.
There is a whole unspoken conversation then, carried in the flicker of a eyebrow and the tilt of a head. As Lindsay enters, Mordecai stays behind.
“Your house, your rules,” she explains as she closes the door behind her. “And my mystery is certainly an acquired taste.”
Sabrina stares right into Lindsay’s blue eyes, “I remember not too long ago when Mordecai and Ms. R kidnapped and tortured Vanilla Skyy. So I’m not so sure he is an acquired taste as you put it, but more just someone I don’t feel I’ll ever be comfortable around. He’s not like you or the rest of your minions. Having said that, I appreciate that you are willing to respect my wishes.”
Lindsay meets Sabrina’s eyes without flinching. “And my Chris offered himself up as the sacrificial lamb in order to get Vanilla back to safety. That same Chris was the first to offer his hand to my mystery. Your house, your rules, and I will remember your discomfort, but Mordecai, I, and the rest of our family, are far more alike than people want to think.”
Along with the look in her eyes, that little speech might be taken as a warning. Lindsay seems to realise it as the last words leave her mouth. She gives her head a little shake, shifts her shoulders, and then changes the subject.
“How are you feeling?”
Sabrina shrugs. “I honestly feel alright given the circumstances. It was a good start towards getting to where I want to be. I feel like, and I hate the idea of it, but it was sort of a moral victory. Does that make sense? I mean, Gavin is not the type to admit it, but I’m sure I earned a certain level of respect that night.” Sabrina sighs heavily and continues on wearily. “But the road does not appear to get any easier with Yvonne Knight coming to Emerge and I don’t know much about her other than that she is a former SCW wrestler and her reputation is that of a legend. Also, our new boss seems to be quite excited to have her here. If anything, she is more of a challenge than Gavin. Maybe I will get lucky and she will be rusty.”
“Victories are victories, moral or otherwise,” Lindsay says softly. “You’re rebuilding yourself into who you want to be. Take things as you want them to be, not as others phrase them. Let Gavin boast about his undoubted victory and his quest to move upwards. That’s his path.”
Rather than continue this conversation on their feet, Lindsay steps over to the couch. “Shall we?”
Sabrina nods and moves over to the couch and sits down beside Lindsay. “The thing for me right now, is that I’m not even sure who I want to be. Other than being a champion, that is. I’ve played both sides of the fence, so to speak, and nothing I’ve done has gotten me any closer to being successful. It’s only the past few weeks since I’ve gotten to discuss matters with you that I feel as though any progress has been made.”
Lindsay gives a faint smile. “You do look far more settled in your skin than the last time that we spoke. But still, Sabrina, chasing being a champion? Is that still your only reason for being here?”
Sabrina looks confused by that question. “Look, I certainly understand that winning championships is not the only reason to compete in this sport. There is a particular thrill that one gets for putting on a good show for thousands of people, no doubt. But the thing for me is, I’ve been at this for a few years now and I do not have a damn thing to show for it. I should have won something of value before now, right?” She looks Lindsay right in the eyes as she continues on with great earnestness. “So the only way I see of making any of this worth all the hard work, all the torture I was put through in Japan, all of the time I’ve spent studying my opponents...the only way I earn even a slight amount of respect is if I finally earn the right to call myself a champion. I’ve gotten quite close on a couple of occasions, but for one reason or another I’ve not been able to seal the deal.”
“And what happens when you finally bring home the gold, hm? Does that automatically mean that everyone else on the roster will respect you? And what will you do with the gold? Having achieved your stated goal, will you walk away? Or will you start shooting for another title, one that’s considered higher in prestige?”Lindsay questions, raising an eyebrow curiously. “It could be that you and I have incompatible world views on this....but I don’t see how causing yourself so much stress over a piece of gaudy jewelry is good for you.”
Sabrina shuffles in her seat a little bit and seems perplexed, as though she never pondered the subject. “What happens is I can finally justify everything I’ve done with virtually my entire adult life. It’s a sign that I am on the right path. What is life without having goals? Sure, I could just go through the motions and earn just enough money to keep off the streets, but I have higher aspirations than just barely getting by. It is quite expensive to live in Toronto and there is a bit of a bump in pay that comes along with being a champion. So yeah, maybe none of this stress is necessarily good for me, but everybody that works for a living deals with stress.” She lets out a funny little giggle of sorts. “Funny thing is that I get to relieve a good deal of that stress punching people like Gavin Taylor in the face repeatedly. It’s easy to get moist with excitement when getting ready to fight that cocky prick. Competing against Yvonne Knight, though? Nothing particularly aggravating about her. So what I’m trying to figure out how to take the same level of motivation I had fighting Gavin Taylor and nearly taking that title from him and applying it towards someone I hold no ill will towards.”
“And who defines your right path?” Lindsay asks. “Who paves the road that you’re walking? The fans who cheer or boo you as they choose? Drew Bryant, or Dexter Schmidt who pick who does or doesn’t get shots at the gaudy jewelry? Does delightful Danny pick your path as he mentors you? Does the memory of your mother line your path with remorse?”
She pauses, and takes a deep breath offering a small smile.
“My apologies, I get...passionate, sometimes. But yes, Gavin Taylor does have a face in need of a punch on occasions. LIkeable, despite the arrogance though, but again, I think we differ on that. But, Sabrina, why would you need to have ill will against someone in order to face them? Surely simply the challenge of facing Yvonne should be enough? Proving that you can rebound from your defeat, and are ready to start taking your place in contention for your gaudy gold.”
Sabrina stares into Lindsay’s eyes again, smiling warmly at her. “There is no need to apologize and there is absolutely nothing wrong with being passionate. From time to time, I’ll admit that I’ve lacked the appropriate amount of passion. Or perhaps it was misdirected.”
She sighs heavily and continues on.
“I used to spend a great deal of time on Twitter showing off my body and flirting with several gorgeous ladies on there as well. The only thing that got me was alone and with the reputation of being a slut. You would think I would have learned something from my failed attempts to...connect with Kennedy Street would have served as a wake up call to me, but nope. I’m getting off track again. Oh, where were we?” Sabrina continues just staring at Lindsay as though the sight of her has caused her mind to wander to other things.
LIndsay rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh, how I loathe that word, ‘slut’,” she drawls, drawing the quotation marks in the air with her fingers. “Considering how close we get in the ring, wrestlers can be awfully prudish about certain things. As long as you stopped if it was made plain your flirtations were distasteful, what’s the harm?”
She shakes her head, and visibly bites her tongue. “But this is another subject on which I can get sidetracked. And we were talking about Yvonne Knight, and why on earth you think you have to hold ill will against her to face her. As if getting angry gives you a power boost.”
“That is a good question,” Sabrina pauses and thinks about it for a moment. “I guess it is just a lot easier to use anger or annoyance for motivation. Now that you mention it, though, maybe a lot of my reasoning for feeling that way is because Danny used to tell me that many years ago. You know, back when he actually gave a solid effort towards mentoring me. Really, though, the only thing that should be motivating me is my desire to win. Yvonne Knight is standing in the way of getting to where I want to be. It should be enough for me to know that I need to win to get what I need.”
She smiles and gets up off the couch and starts pacing around.
“You mentioned earlier something about someone paving the path I walk down. It sure as hell is not delightful Danny as you called him. He has entirely washed his hands of me thanks to some of the trouble I caused here before you arrived. Is it the fans cheering or booing me?” She ponders that question for a few moments. “I don’t really care what the crowd thinks of me, I suppose. I want to do what I feel like doing. If they want to cheer me, that’s great. If not, then I will go on living.”
Sabrina stops pacing and looks at Lindsay dead in the eyes again. If she were a smoker, this would be the part where she would take a huge drag. “The memory of mother, however...you might very well be on to something there. I often find myself wondering what my mother would want me to do in these situations and I feel like my memories of her pull me in so many directions at once. It’s like, she would have told me to never let anybody bully me or push me around, but she also would have been very disappointed with me when I tried to protect myself by joining up with Mika Kozlov. I don’t really know, though, for sure. I do know that for a small period of time I felt like Danny could serve as my father figure and if I hadn’t fucked things up with Skyy, he still could. He has seemed receptive to it in recent months, but I understand why he wouldn’t be too keen on helping me out much now.”
She realizes that talking about Danny and Vanilla with Lindsay is probably not the best course of action and she looks suddenly nervous. “I am sorry to bring her up. I know that you and Vanilla have a hell of a past and I’m sure you can’t be thrilled that she has officially unretired. Anyhow, I really do appreciate you taking all this time out of your schedule. I am still not quite certain of your motivations for taking such an interest in me, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to.”
Lindsay sits back in her seat and simply watches with inscrutable eyes as Sabrina talks, paces and talks some more. She has an enigmatic half smile on her lips, which quirks up at the edges at the sharp words about Danny Darko.
“I try not to mention my past when in your company, Sabrina,” she admits. “I don’t want to colour your viewpoints. But I’m always willing to talk, and to listen, and I know that my boys are coming around to the idea, if you ever want to talk to one of them. As to why I want to take an interest in you? Well, I think I’ll leave that for you to guess. But I must shortly love you and leave you. I have another appointment, although it’s with someone not half as charming as you are.”
Sabrina watches Lindsay get up to leave and her eyes are clearly focused on Lindsay’s ass. It’s safe to say that Sabrina is...enchanted by Lindsay.
April 20th
Emerge Studio.
So the wonderful Yvonne Knight has decided to come out of retirement and her first match is against Yours Truly. What an honor, right? I am aware of the world-renowned Knight family and know enough to realize that whether Yvonne is rusty or not, I have to treat her as a deadly serious threat. I will not be pulling any punches or taking it easy. You are going to get the very best version of me that this sport has ever seen.
No, I will giving every single thing I have in that ring, just as I did against Gavin Taylor at Invasion: London! The only difference this time around is that I am going to leave the ring victorious. I came extraordinarily close to pulling off one of the greatest upsets in recent wrestling history and I’ll be damned if I let someone who hasn’t wrestled in a very, very long time come into an Emerge ring and defeat me. I am looking forward to the challenge you present, Yvonne. See you in the ring...