THE CHAPEL SHOW
Episode: S02E03
Date: 21/02/2015

The video begins and we see a sight familiar to regular viewers, that being the inside of the apartment in Anaheim, California, shared by Nate and Lexy Chapel. In the middle of the screen is the couch, and sitting on the couch with her legs crossed in front of her wearing a t-shirt that reads ‘If you’re a naughty boy, go to my room’ is none other than Lexy Chapel. She smiles at the camera, an aura of confidence about her. “What’s up fuckers? I’m Lexy Chapel, this is the Chapel Show, and here’s a fun fact: men are always worrying about size, Lexy Chapelyou could even say they obsess over it, but all it really takes to make a girl happy is three and a half inches… as long as it’s got a Visa logo on it, and definitely if it’s black,” she says before shrugging innocently to the camera. “What? I’m not telling you anything you didn’t already know. Regardless of that, welcome to the Chapel Show, and I know that we’ve been away a few weeks but I assure you that there’s a very good reason for that. You could say that I’ve been on an adventure, of sorts. It’s an adventure that started two weeks ago. But I’ll get to that in a minute. First off I want to welcome any new viewers, because I sense there might be a few…”

She smiles mischievously toward the camera. “If you’re a regular subscriber and you clicked the link all innocently with no idea what’s going on – and really, why would you have an idea? I’ve been purposefully avoiding posting anything about it on Twitter until I was ready, so this acts as kind of my public announcement – then you may be confused as to this next part, and know most of this already, but for everyone else this is kind of a new beginning, so let’s roll with that, shall we? And let’s roll with an introduction, because you guys should probably know that my name is Lexy Chapel, I’m English, I’m twenty-one, I dress to tease but you guys should know that really that’s all I am, a big ol’ tease – well, small ol’ tease I guess, since, you know, I’m pretty tiny in comparison to most in this wonderful business we call professional wrestling – and oh yeah, that’s right, I’m a professional wrestler,” she explains before smirking at the camera. “When a lot of people meet me for the first time that’s the thing that they struggle with, because they have this archaic idea that wrestlers need to be seven-foot tall and weigh four hundred pounds. They think that in wrestling bigger is better. But it’s like I tell my husband, just because you’ve got size doesn’t mean you know what to do with it!”

She smiles at the camera again. “Oh, and in case you’re wondering he actually does have size, but when he first met me he didn’t know what to do with it. I like to think over the last few years we’ve helped each other,” she says, grinning again at the camera and trying to act innocent. “But enough about that for now, because the point I’m making is that with me, when it comes to the wrestling business, what you see is very rarely what you get. You may see a small little girl who you think you could throw around without a problem but you’d be surprised how hard this ‘little girl’ will hit you back if you were to try. And when it comes to the wrestling business, for those of you who don’t know me, you should know a few things. First off, I’ve been in the wrestling business since the moment I was born. I was born on a night that my dad was competing in the ring. Obviously my mum wasn’t wrestling that night because she was pregnant with me, and unlike a few moronic individuals from tales I’ve heard my mother actually had an IQ higher than her shoe-size and she knew that this business was no place for a pregnant woman. She did compete nine months before I was born however, and she was back in the ring within nine months of my birth, because that’s how she rolled.”

“So, what can you take from this story? Well, you know that I’m a second-generation wrestler. I’ve been bred for this business from before I could even walk. My dad used to ‘wrestle’ with me in the living room, teaching me everything I needed to know to defend myself before I even went to kindergarten, and I’ve been throwing myself off of the couch since the moment I could climb up on to it. Wrestling is in my blood. It’s a part of my DNA. If you’re sitting there wondering who my parents are, why you haven’t heard of them, then let me tell you. My mother’s professional name was Panther. She was reasonably popular throughout her career, but her career never really took off outside of England, and she became as known for some racy magazine photos that she took as she did for what she did in the ring,” she says, unashamedly, as if she came to terms with that a long time ago. “My father, on the other hand, was known for his exploits in the ring all around Europe. He competed under the stage name Union Jack. Ever heard of him? Right now there’s a whole bunch of Europeans shouting at their computer monitor trying to tell me they have, and a whole bunch of Americans with blank looks on their faces.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “You see my father is a great man. My mother was a great woman as well, before she passed on last year. But there’s something that my father never accomplished. It’s the same something that, despite their best efforts, my older brothers have yet to accomplish as well. That’s breaking America. For many this is the land of opportunity, but for European wrestlers this is a land where there is very little opportunity to be had. Sure, you can all name your favourite British wrestler, right? But for every one you can name there are seventeen Americans. And for every untalented, waste of space American wrestler who’s come along – and isn’t there just so many of them? – there is a great wrestler from Europe who’s never given a chance here. Just like in music it’s not so easy to make it big in the old US of A,” she says before laughing. “When I decided that I was going to make my name in this business, when I went from wrestling in the backyard to wrestling professionally, I never had any intention of working my way through the UK wrestling scene and taking fights in Europe and Japan. I wanted to skip that part, come here and make my name. So, that’s what I did.”

She laughs again. “This is the part that you tell me that you’ve not heard of me,” she says, rolling her eyes and grinning. “Well, that’s about to change, I assure you. But I know you’ve not heard of me. I know that because for the last year and then some I’ve been a part of a much smaller company. How many have you have come from the minor leagues? How many of you have worked your way up? It’s becoming less and less frequent, actually, because more and more people in the ‘big time’ come in with the same fucking story. They’re a BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY who think they can wrestle! They’re a BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS with absolutely NO grip on reality, who think they can hold out their hand and everything will be PLACED in it. I’ve seen people in the so-called major leagues walk in off the street and think that they’re entitled to something because they grew up ‘in tough neighbourhoods’ and they just happened to meet the right person and sign a deal with whatever idiot was in charge of the promotion at the time, and then of course they win two matches and they make the same declaration as every other moron in this business – ‘I should be World Champion’. I swear to god, you only find THIS level of retard in America. It’s like they flock here from all over the world.”

She shakes her head and sighs. “You all know the kind of people I’m talking about, don’t you? They’re the kind of people who don’t want to EARN their opportunities, they just think they should HAVE those opportunities because dammit, they think they’re important,” she says before laughing in a demeaning way. “Well I’ve got news for you princes and princesses, you’re not special. And that silver spoon that you were born with in your mouth is about to get pulled out, turned sideways, and put somewhere FAR less comfortable. Because for over a year I’ve busted my ass in the minor leagues, for over a year I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve gotten and do you know what I’ve gotten? Nothing! A record breaking reign with a championship belt that people told me I wasn’t good enough to hold, until I put my boot up their ass far enough to kick them in the teeth, and earning such a tiny amount of money that I had to work as a waitress just to pay the bills. Meanwhile I turn on my TV and I see spoiled bitches thinking they’re special. I see the newest billionaire princess throwing a temper tantrum on Twitter because dammit, why isn’t she the centre of the universe like she should be? And I started to think that I would never get to where I wanted to be. I thought I was doomed. I thought I was fucked. I was wrong…”

“For more than a year I smiled a pretty smile, I tried to stay humble, I said the things that I knew people wanted to hear, and everyone who looked down on me, everyone who disrespected me, everyone who told me that I wasn’t good enough I smiled at and I tried to be nice about, while inside there was only one thing I wanted to do to all of them. But I needed to be nice. I needed to be nice so that fans would buy my t-shirts and I’d earn a lousy two-percent of the goddamn sale, and believe me when you’re working for a company that thinks they’re special but pulls in a few thousand people to their biggest shows and pays you less than horny men throw at strippers in a day to the point that you GENUINELY start thinking about doing that to pay the bills then that two-percent is all important, but now I’m done pretending. I’m not pretending that it doesn’t bother me. I’m done saying the right thing. So, you want to know where I’ve been? Let me show you,” she says, smiling at the camera with another mischievous grin spreading across her face. “See, this is the way it works. This is the Chapel Show. Nate and me film our lives, and we put together the funniest bits and we post it up to YouTube for you all to watch. But this time it’s not the funniest bits that we’re focusing on; this time it’s the answer to that question. Where have I been, and how did I get there? While you’re finding out, I’ll be waiting…”

The Chapel Show

We cut from the Chapel apartment to what seems to be the front seat of a car. Immediately we can tell that this is not the world’s most expensive car either. The interior shows us that this car is old, at least second-hand if it’s not passed through more than one owner previously, and more than a little worn out. Sitting in the front seat is Lexy, pointing the camera at herself before turning it quickly toward Nate behind the wheel. Lexy yawns and stretches out. “Oh god, why the hell are we doing this?” she asks, in part asking the question to the Nathan Chapelcamera, in part asking it to her husband. “Seriously, if you guys are having trouble seeing this then that’s because it’s barely even sunrise and we’re in the car and we’re headed to accept the most unusual of invitations.”

“Yeah, I swear to god if we get there and knock on the door and he answers and laughs that we thought he was serious I’m going to... run my keys along the side of his fucking Jaguar,” Nate says before trying hard not to yawn so that he can keep his eyes on the road. “How the other half live, right?”

“Well in his defence babes he’s kind of earned it,” Lexy tells her husband before shrugging her shoulders and then looking back in to the camera. “Just to catch you guys up, it’s Saturday morning and we’ve been invited to watch some football. That’s, err, soccer to you Americany people, but actually it’s football and seriously the rest of the world calls it that but let’s not do this whole thing again because last time the comments got really dumb.”

She rolls her eyes and Nate laughs. “Didn’t they just? I liked the dude who told us ‘if you don’t like the way we name things then get out of our country, only he spelled country wrong,” Nate reminds her before laughing. “Ah, YouTube comments.”

“Always funny,” Lexy agrees before rolling her eyes. “But anyway, we’ve been invited to watch the Arsenal game with friend of the Chapel Show and previous special guest star Mr Lucas Knight.”

Lexy does her best to cheer and attempts to clap while still holding the camera. Nate just looks over at her and smirks. “You know you’re the only person in the country who cheers for the mentioning of his name, right?” he asks before smirking. “Good old Lucas.”

“What can I say, I’d cheer any friend of the show,” Lexy informs her husband before smiling. “But yeah, we were originally planning on sleeping through the game this morning because, well, we can’t afford cable, but then we got an interesting invite from Lucas asking if we wanted to come over to his to watch with him, and really who turns down the chance to go visit with your rich friend?”

“Just as long as he has coffee,” Nate says, trying not to yawn again.

Lexy laughs and then looks back in to the camera. “For you guys who didn’t see the show last time Lucas was on it, he’s an old friend, we go back away, and in fact at one stage his dad Jacky Knight teamed with both of our fathers,” she says before grinning. “My dad and Jacky mostly teamed in Japan, and it was the eighties so it was a different time back then, but I guess they thought that since his name is Jacky Knight and my dad is Union Jack that they’d go with the common theme, so today I dug around in my drawers and I found this…”

She holds the camera further away and points it down at her chest where we see she’s wearing a t-shirt that reads ‘JACK ATTACK’, and a Japanese inspired logo along with silhouettes of two wrestlers posing. Nate laughs. “Oh man, I remember I had one of those shirts when I was a kid until my dad found it and threw it on the fire,” he recalls before smiling to himself. “Damn, my dad ended up hating Jacky so much.”

“Yeah, I don’t think my dad and Jacky really ended on good terms either,” Lexy adds before grinning. “I guess we know where Lucas gets his charming personality.”

“He’s a Knight,” Nate agrees, “and you’re not supposed to like anyone with the surname Knight. Begrudging respect maybe, but you know sooner or later they’re going to stab you in the back or if you’re female then probably sleep with you, marry you and end up divorcing you after they sleep with someone else.”

Lexy grins. “Are we talking about Jacky or Lucas?” she asks innocently.

“The only difference is the fact that Lucas only has one kid by an ex-wife, and Jacky has like a thousand,” Nate tells her before they both laugh.

“Oh god don’t, I found out when I was younger that he hit on my mum, and I swear to god I went through a period where I got majorly paranoid that I was his daughter,” she says with a worried look on her face. “I had nightmares about it. I mean sure, at least that would mean I was related to Lucas and Ivy, but it would also mean I was related to Jacob!”

She shudders jokingly. Nate laughs. “Don’t forget Chris, and… well fuck, if I tried to list them all we’d run out of battery.”

“What do you think Lucas will say when he sees the shirt?” Lexy asks with a smile.

“Just as long as he doesn’t kick us out then I’m good with anything,” Nate tells her before sighing. “Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever got up this early to watch football before.”

The Chapel Show

We cut from the car to what seems to be the inside of Lucas’s house. We can hear the game on in the distance, and then we hear the familiar sound of Nate shouting at the television while Lucas yells in disbelief at what sounds like a missed opportunity. Despite the fact that she’s a huge Arsenal fan however it seems that Lexy isn’t with her husband or lifelong family friend and instead is looking around the house. She pans the camera around before letting out a sigh.

“Would you look at this place?” she says before panning the camera around the foyer area and then up the stairs and laughing. “I swear to god you could fit most of our apartment just in this one room, let alone the rest of the house. Seriously guys, is it wrong to be invited over to someone’s house and get insanely jealous at the fact that they live in a freaking mansion and you can barely afford a one bedroom apartment?”

She lets out a sigh and continues filming, sneaking over to one of the doors and opening it before filming inside and cursing under her breath. The room she’s filming the inside of seems to be a study. Bookshelves line the walls filled with dusty old books that it seems that nobody has touched in a while. Lexy walks inside and spins around, panning the camera around the room before letting out another sigh. “God, check it out, it’s a room that they don’t even use,” she says in an envious tone. “Do you think that if I ask him really nicely he’ll let me live in here?”

“That depends on how nicely you ask him,” Lucas says, and Lexy jumps so much that she struggles to catch the camera, almost dropping it. She manages to recover and we see the Lucas Knightcamera is now being held at an awkward angle but we see Lucas with a smirk on his face. “You ok? I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“I may be suffering a heart attack, I’ll have to see if the pain in my chest goes away in a second or two,” Lexy replies before a guilt-ridden edge to her voice kicks in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop around, I know I’m meant to be watching the game but I just wanted to check it out and—”

“It’s fine,” Lucas tells her before smiling. “I’ve got nothing to hide in here. Don’t look in the cupboard under the stairs, that’s where we need the bodies of the victims we’ve killed, but other than that if you want to look around knock yourself out.”

“Really?” she asks, weirdly excited by the idea of looking around her friend’s house. “You don’t mind me filming?”

“Of course not. Besides, it’s probably better than watching the game. Giroud just missed a sitter,” he says before sighing. “Hell, you know what? I’ll show you around. You can make your very own Chapel Show YouTube version of Cribs.”

“Don’t say that so loud, you’ll give Nate ideas,” Lexy says jokingly.

Lucas laughs and steps further in to the room as Lexy adjusts the camera in her hand so that she’s got a better grip of it this time. “So, err, this is a room I don’t use,” Lucas says, obviously having overheard her and getting a little jokey. “Actually I was going to turn it in to a home theatre but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Oh, you don’t want a home gym?” Lexy asks sarcastically.

“I’ve got one,” Lucas tells her before winking.

“Son of a bitch, seriously?” she asks in disbelief. “That is not freaking fair. We have an exercise bike set up that we have to move every time we watch to watch TV, and I had to take down the home gym that Nate bought because first of all it was from a garage sale and I swear to god it was rusty as fuck, but mostly it’s because the bedroom isn’t actually big enough for us to fit that without having to try to climb through it every time we needed to use the bathroom.”

He laughs in response. “Oh c’mon, your apartment isn’t that bad.”

“You’re kidding, right?” she asks in disbelief. “Dude, I could seriously fit everything I own in this room and still have ninety percent of it free! Ok, so our apartment is way cooler than the one we had in Las Vegas, but then back then we actually had to take our couch off the side of the road because we couldn’t even afford to buy a second hand one. You remember that couch, with the giant tear in the middle?”

Lucas laughs and nods. “Yeah, I figured you were trying to make some kind of statement with it,” he says in amusement. “You got that off the side of the street?”

“Yep, the previous owners were going to throw it out and we were like ‘we’ll take it, we’re sick of sitting on the floor’,” she explains and Lucas just laughs again. “Oh, sure, you laugh but I’m actually serious!”

“I’ve got to say that I had no idea you guys were that hard up,” Lucas tells her sympathetically. “I thought you signed a better contract. I swear I read that somewhere…”

“Oh, yeah, I did, but you know, ‘improved contract’ basically meant we could afford a sofa – as long as we can make the payments every month – and an apartment that doesn’t smell like urine, and I didn’t need to work as a waitress every day I wasn’t wrestling just to afford the rent,” she explains before rolling her eyes. “Seriously, you have no idea how fucking jealous I am right now.”

“Hmm, then you probably don’t want to see upstairs,” he tells her with a grin. “C’mon, I’ll show you the kitchen and I’ll get you something to drink. You want a beer?”

Lexy laughs. “Dude, it’s like seven in the morning!”

“Yeah, but it’s Arsenal, you fucking need to drink in order to enjoy the damn games, or to take away the potential pain,” he says with a smirk. Lexy laughs and follows him out of the room and down the hallway slightly where we open in to a huge kitchen. Lexy stops by the door, filming the kitchen slowly and letting out another envious sigh. Lucas turns and smirks. “Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t see upstairs.”

“You’ve seen our kitchen, right?” Lexy asks before sighing again. “It’s so small we can’t actually both stand in it at once! This is freaking AMAZING! Oh god, you have no idea how jealous I am right now…”

Lucas nods slowly. “Yeah, it’s not bad,” he says, looking around before grinning back at her. “Not as nice as my last place, but a little more homey. Are you guys seriously that bad off that you can’t afford somewhere else?”

“I’ll never be able to afford somewhere else,” Lexy says before letting out a long sigh and placing the camera down on the counter before walking in front of it and closer to Lucas. “Ugh, this is depressing me. Maybe I will have that beer after all…”

He laughs again and opens the fridge – the inside of which gives Lexy another envious look – before pulling out two bottles of cold beer and taking the tops off both before handing her one of them. She takes a sip before letting out another sigh. Lucas looks over at the camera, as if he’s trying to figure out if it’s still filming, before shrugging and looking at Lexy. “So, how much do you actually earn?”

“Why, are you planning a new career as an underpaid indy wrestler?” she asks before laughing. “Dude, trust me, you don’t want to. Then again they’d probably pay you the big bucks anywhere you went. You’re Lucas freaking Knight!”

“Yeah, well I know what I’m worth, and I know how to get them to pay me,” he says with a grin. “It’s not all about the money though, and you’re doing pretty well for yourself. I saw your match the other week in Japan. I was sorry that you couldn’t win. You came damn close though, hell of a performance. You should be proud.”

“Oh, I am,” she says with a nod, “but… I don’t know, just lately I’ve been starting to think about maybe finding something else, you know? There are some modelling contracts that I’ve heard about. That seems pretty fun. Not exactly the kind of career that would make my mum proud considering… you know…”

“When you say modelling do you mean as in modelling, or do you mean what your mum called ‘modelling’ when she flashed her tatas and gave every guy I knew in my teenage years their favourite dirty pics?” he asks before laughing. “Oh man, I remember those pictures… I wonder if they’re on the Internet.”

“Ugh, don’t,” Lexy says, taking a long mouthful of the beer again and letting out another sigh. “And I actually meant modelling-modelling, but I have my darker moments where I get some twisted email about showing the girls that I seriously consider it. Do you want to know something really, really sad, speaking of emails? I got one the other week from someone who watches the show. They wanted to buy my used panties for two hundred bucks.”

Lucas bursts out laughing. “Ah shit, the Internet, it never fails to amaze me.”

“The really, really sad part is that I needed the money and actually sent them,” she admits before bowing her head shamefully. Lucas laughs even more. “And to the guys credit he did actually send me the money, which was pretty cool, only then I had to go spend some of it on new panties…”

Lucas continues laughing, managing to stop to take another drink of beer. “Damn.”

“Yep, this is my life. I have the fun of selling my panties to pay the bills while Nate spends money on insane movie ideas that… well, you’ve heard his movie ideas, right?” she says before rolling her eyes. “I love him, but sometimes I wonder if I’m doomed to never have any of my dreams come true.”

“What dreams are they?” he asks curiously.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” she asks nervously. “I want… a house. Not anything insane, but like a proper house, a few bedrooms, somewhere that I can imagine raising a family, you know? Because I’ve kind of been thinking a little about that lately, but right now it’s freaking impossible. I mean, I don’t make enough money to really support the two of us as it is, and if I got pregnant then I’d make no money, and the baby would need to sleep in the sink because fuck knows we have no room for it anywhere else… I just want somewhere that I can actually imagine having a family. But, you know, unless I rob a bank sometime soon…”

There’s a loud cheer from the other room as Nate clearly celebrates a goal and we hear him yelling. “Yeah, that’s better, c’mon Arsenal!”

“Ah, we scored,” Lucas says happily before turning to Lexy again. “You know you don’t need to rob a bank if you want money.”

“That’s true, I could divorce Nate and marry a millionaire, but I only know one and I’m not sure you’d want to marry me,” she says before laughing and taking another sip of her beer. “Other than that it’s putting more DVDs together and sending them out to the big promotions and hoping that eventually one of them takes me seriously and at least gives me a damn try-out match. I seriously don’t know how people get the fucking contracts they get. Like, seriously dude, am I missing something here?”

“You know what my dad used to tell me about wrestling contracts?” he asked before smiling. “I remember one time he sat me down and he told me ‘son, there’s something you should know about the business. You don’t need to make friends, you need to make contacts because in this business it’s not what you know, it’s’—”

“—who you know,” Lexy finishes for him. “My dad told me the exact same thing. I remember I was fourteen and I asked him why the hell he was working some stupid match in some promotion and he told me that he owed the guy a favour, and how important it was in the business to honour your debts, and blah, blah, blah. So the question is, who the fuck do these assholes who get the big money know, and how do I get to know the same people?”

She’s clearly joking about getting to know the same people, and she laughs and sips her beer again but Lucas doesn’t join in. “You know you’re forgetting something very obvious,” he tells her before smiling at her. “You already know someone…”

“Oh, dude, no,” Lexy says, shaking her head. “No, no, no, I’m not trying to angle for anything, I swear. You know I’d never ask you for anything.”

“Yeah, well what if I told you that you don’t need to ask,” he says before smiling at her again. “Seriously, how much do you earn? Give me a number.”

She looks around nervously before reaching for a pen and a stack of post-its and nervously scribbling the number down on one of them before turning it around and sliding it across the kitchen counter toward him. Lucas looks at the post-it and raises a curious eyebrow. “You realise that’s a year, right?” Lexy asks him before the expression on his face changes massively and he bursts out laughing again. “Yeah, sure, laugh it up…”

“Oh fuck, are you serious?” he asks in disbelief. “God, THIS is what they pay you? And you earn what from merchandise?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, like two-percent?”

“Two percent?!” he asks in disbelief. “Two fucking percent? Holy fuck, who negotiated your contract? Shit, if THIS is the IMPROVED deal what the fuck were you earning before? You’ve got to be kidding me. Fuck, I spend more than this on a Saturday afternoon!”

She rolls her eyes and lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, as I said, laugh it up…”

“Ok, this is fucking ridiculous,” Lucas tells her, shaking his head and screwing up the post-it note. “There is no goddamn way you are working another show and getting paid that. You need to do something for me right now, ok? Get out your cell phone, call Collins and tell him to go fuck himself.”

Lexy laughs and shakes her head. “Yeah, because that’s happening…”

“No, I am serious, I knew that guy was a tool but I didn’t know he was a fucking tight-ass as well,” Lucas tells her. “Seriously, get out your cell phone right now, call him and tell him to go fuck himself, and I’m going to sort this shit out for you.”

“Lucas, you don’t need to—” she begins before he cuts her off.

“Listen to me, I’ve been doing this a long time, I know what I’m doing, you’ve got to trust me,” he tells her supportively. “Call Collins, tell him you’re moving on, tell him you’ve got a better offer and you’re leaving, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Yeah, only I don’t have a better offer,” she says in a depressed tone. “I don’t have any offer…”

“Would you just trust me?” he asks her with a smile. “It’s not what you know, remember? I promise you by this time tomorrow you’re going to be signing a new deal and the number is going to be three times what you wrote on that bit of paper, and with a zero on the end. Trinity and me were actually just talking last night about something that we’ve got planned, and this is fucking happening. I’m taking care of this for you, ok? I’m going to make a couple of calls, call in a favour, and then there’s someone you should probably meet.”

Lexy looks nervous as hell. “Someone I should meet?” she asks uncertainly. “It’s not another Street, is it?”

“Her name is Kat,” he tells her with a grin. “Trust me on this, ok?”

The Chapel Show

We cut from the kitchen to presumably the next day. We see Lexy filming herself and she’s got more than a smile on her face, she’s positively beaming from ear to ear and just looking in to the camera in an amazing amount of excitement. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my mother fucking god,” she says repeatedly, almost shaking with the excitement. Her attention is drawn to something else and we see the camera shake as she obviously runs over to where she’s looking. We see Lucas briefly before Lucas leaps toward him and obviously hugs him. “Oh my god I fucking LOVE you! Seriously Lucas, you are my fucking hero. I would have your babies right now!”

Lucas can be heard laughing proudly. “Ok, ok, one thing at a time,” he says jokingly. “So, everything’s worked out?”

“I don’t know who you called or what you did but I swear… oh man, I owe you so much,” she says, almost overwhelmed with happiness. “How did you…? I mean where did you…? I mean why…?”

She steps back and tries to recompose the camera and we see Lucas with a smile on his face. “Like I said, I called in a favour,” he says with a smirk. “There are people who owe me a thing or two, and it really wasn’t that hard. Actually, the hard part is just beginning.”

“It wasn’t that hard?” Lexy asks in disbelief mixed with her excitement before she lowers the camera down. We see in her hand she’s holding a wrestling contract with the IWC logo imprinted on the top. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me in my entire fucking life dude! It wasn’t that hard? You just… oh man, I don’t even know how to thank you. Seriously, do you want more kids, because I’ll do it!”

Lucas laughs again confidently. “Maybe later,” he tells her with a wink. “Like I said though, this isn’t over. The hard part is just beginning. After you guys left yesterday I got to thinking, and I went back and I watched some of your tapes, and if you’re going to do this and you’re going to make a go of it you’re not going to make the same mistakes you made before, you know that right?”

“I’m not?” Lexy asks nervously.

“No,” Lucas tells her confidently. “I’m not going to let you make the same mistakes. The first thing we’re going to do is we’re going to work on your style. Then we’re going to work on your attitude.”

“What’s wrong with my attitude?” she asks innocently.

“You want to make it to the big time, right?” he asks confidently. “You want to get proper success, you want to get your name out there, and you want everyone to know who you are? Then you’ve got to get serious.”

She pauses, contemplating it. “I can do that…”

“I mean it Lexy, this is your chance, ok? This is your opportunity and you’re going to make the best of it, and that means no more fan-girl bullshit. We both know that that’s not the way you really feel,” he tells her. “Now I know you’ve got respect for a lot of people in this business, just like I know your dad does, but you don’t ever forget that I knew your dad while I was growing up and I know that while he may have waved and smiled and said the right things when the cameras were rolling there was a very real truth when they weren’t. Today is a different era. Today it’s not about saying the right things anymore. Today it’s about making statements.”

“You want me to make a statement?” she asks, growing in confident a little.

“You’re going to make more than a statement,” he tells her confidently. “This isn’t the minor leagues anymore. It’s time you step up your game, inside and outside of the ring, you know what I mean?”

“You want to see some attitude?” she asks.

“I want to see the truth,” he says proudly. “You want to be the cute, smiling, girl-next-door kind of wrestler then that’s fine, you can do that, but you’re never going to get what you want. You want the house, you want the money, you want the cars, then you can’t wait for someone to give you that chance. You’ve got to take it.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” she says confidently.

“Yeah, you have, and you’ve earned it,” he tells her proudly. “You have earned every bit of this a thousand times over, and it’s time you prove that to the world. So here’s the deal. You were struggling, right? Well I just showed you where the door is. You want what’s inside? You’re kicking that door down, you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” she says, growing in confidence again.

“Good, because in a couple of weeks we’re reintroducing the world to Lexy Chapel, the Lexy Chapel I know, the Lexy Chapel with the killer instinct,” he says confidently, “and like I said, I’m here to help, ok? You’ve got potential Lexy, all the potential in the world, and I’m going to help you make the most of it. Right, now about that other thing I was telling you about. I think it’s time I introduce you to Kat. Was talking to Trin earlier, we’ve got plans for you two…”

“Plans?” she asks excitedly.

“Oh yeah,” Lucas tells her happily. “Trust me, this is going to be the most fun you’ve had with your clothes on.”

She turns the camera back to the contract again before turning it back on herself. “You guys have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she says happily. “Get ready, ok? Because things are about to change…”

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We cut back to Lexy sitting cross-legged on the couch in her Anaheim apartment with a smirk on her face. “So, you guys, I have an announcement to make,” she says with a grin. “As you probably just noticed, I’ve signed a new deal. Bye-bye indy wrestling, hello big time! And I’m not going to lie, I owe all of this to one man, one man who’s taken it upon himself to help me when nobody else would, a true friend and those are hard to come by. You see I’ve believed that I’ve had friends before. I’ve had conversations with guys I respected. I’ve had interactions with guys that I’ve admired. And I used think that Lexy Chapelmaybe we were friends, that maybe they had my best interests at heart, that maybe they were looking out for me, but do you want to know the truth? They weren’t. They were using me. Because that’s what people do when you’re young, when you’re hungry, and when you’re desperate for that opportunity. They use you. They exploit you. They pay you pennies while they keep the big bucks for themselves. They put your health, your livelihood, and your career on the line so that they can profit from it. That’s the way that people in this business work. But then you remember that you’ve got friends. Lucas said it himself, he’s led me to the door, but starting at Last Stand I’m going to kick the door down and take what I want.”

“For a long time I’ve been the ‘girl-next-door’ because that’s the way I had to be, because if I came in with an attitude and I told people how good I ACTUALLY am I’d be met with disrespect, hatred, anger, and when you’re desperate to just get your foot in the door those are things you can’t afford. So I let people exploit me, I let them use me, because I thought that’s the way I had to be, but now thanks to Lucas I don’t need to be that girl anymore,” she explains before grinning happily. “So, for the first time, do you guys want to know how I really feel? You see I didn’t come to IWC for the money. The money is a crazy bonus, and I won’t lie, it’s a bonus that I sorely need if I’m ever going to get a life like the one that I want, but I came to IWC because I want a stage to perform on, and this right here is my new stage. When you’re performing in front of a few hundred people that’s one thing, but come Last Stand I don’t have a few hundred people anymore, I’m stepping in front of thousands. That’s the kind of opportunity that you can’t miss out on, and I won’t miss out on it at all, I promise you that. Because like I said, I didn’t come here because they’re paying me the big bucks. I didn’t come here to cash my cheque and get my ass kicked. I came here with one intention: to get my name on everyone’s lips.”

“Now you already know that I’ve got a problem with the rich kids, but here’s the truth about it all, I’ve got a problem with more than just them. I’ve got a problem with the ‘monsters’ as well. I’ve got a problem with the assholes. I’ve got a problem with the deviants. I’ve got a problem with the smart kids. I’ve got problem with the cool kids. That problem is the same across the board – you’ve all got something that I want,” she says before smiling happily. “And this is the part where the new person makes the threats, right? This is the part where the new kid tells you how she’s going to be the World Champion. Am I going to be the World Champion? I don’t know, do I have to fuck my way there? That’s how it works around here, right? But no, I’m not going to walk in the door and immediately tell you how I’m going to be a World Champion because I have something that so many whiney whores don’t have, and that’s dignity, respect and the willingness to earn what I get, and from what I’ve seen for most of the people around here that’s a foreign concept. Why earn it when you can tweet about it, right? Or you can promote yourself in the lamest way possible, by telling the world how ‘good’ you are. Yeah, unlike some I’m actually good at what I do, but you don’t have to believe me, I’m aiming to prove it soon enough.”

“Now I’m not stupid. I’m not stupid enough to tell you that I’m going to win the Battle Royal. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try, but have you met me? Well no, you haven’t, but you can probably tell a lot from this video and in case you hadn’t guessed this isn’t a giant couch, this is a regular couch and that makes me a small little girl. A small girl without much hope of winning a contest where your job is to throw everyone else out of the ring! So I’m not here to tell you how I’m going to become the contender, how in my first match I’m going to beat everyone, or any of that crap you hear from basically everyone else,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Here’s what I’m going to tell you. I am good at what I do. Lucas may be amongst the few who know that now, but soon enough more and more of you are going to find out. But you don’t need to believe that. You can doubt me if you want. Hell, it’s actually kind of more fun for me if you doubt me, because then I get to rub it in your face when I prove you wrong. And I’m intent on proving a lot of people wrong, especially when it comes to women like the so-called Queen of the Ring, Jessica Lasiewicz. Now I know her dad. I respect her dad. He’s a hell of a competitor. And there was a time when respect would have stopped me from taking from her that shiny title. Not anymore…”

“So yeah, I want to be a contender,” she says with a grin. “World title? I don’t know, am I ready? We’ll find out at Last Stand I guess. But I’m going to bet no. But X-Class? Queen of the Ring? That second one has a really nice ring to it. But what about… tag team? There was a time when I would have stood in line, there was a time when I would have been willing to let everyone move ahead of me thinking that they were here first, that they’ve earned it, that I’ve got everything to prove, but that time has long since gone. When Lucas first told me that he’d set up a meeting with the right people in the right places in IWC I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. It’s a step-up for more than sure. But it’s a step-up that I’m ready for. All that’s left now is to get in to that ring and prove it. I need to prove it to everyone who doubts me. I need to show them what they’re dealing with. And believe me when I tell you that I have designs on doing that. You see if there’s one thing you can say about my career it’s that this tiny little British girl is fearless when it comes to competition. I haven’t bowed away from the big fights; I’ve jumped at them. I’ve wanted more. Hell, it’s pissed me off over the last year watching barely talented wannabes take those big fights when I knew in my heart they should have been mine.”

“You’re going to let a lecture from me about how ‘pure’ I am, because unlike the brain-dead billionaire I actually have a future in this business, but you might get a few other lectures from me. You might get a lecture from me about high risk. Oh I know a lot about high risk, I know about the rewards that it can give you, but I no one trick pony. I’ve been flying since before I could run – actually, legit, I shit you not – but I also know about grounding an opponent, about wearing them down, about taking them to the mat and beating them down. I know how to inflict pain. Trust me, if you’ve ever seen anyone from Europe we know all about pain. We’re not luchadores, we don’t fly or die, we dish it out and we take it,” she says before smiling proudly. “My dad taught me a lot about that, actually. Before I was even in school he taught me how to defend myself, and when I was in school and the ‘big bullies’ would come up to me and they’d tell me that they knew my dad was a ‘bad ass’ and they wanted to see how bad I was… well, let’s just say I spent a bit of time sitting outside the principles office but it wasn’t my face covered in blood or my nose that got broken. And that was just the beginning. My whole life has been a fight. I’ve fought for everything I have, I’ve fought my way here, and now I’m fighting my way to the top.”

“Tell me whom I’ve got to go through,” she says confidently. “Point them out to me. Tell me which one of them is first. I don’t care who it is, I’ll fight them. Will I win? I don’t know, but won’t it be a damn fun adventure finding out? Like I said, I’ve been fighting since I was a kid, defending myself for as long as I’ve been walking on two feet and hell, even for a short time while I was crawling. I know about fighting. I know about surviving. I know what it takes to win. That’s why those of you who do know me will know that I took a title they said was cursed, I took a title that nobody managed a title defence with, and I wore it around my waist for half a year. And that was when I was green. That was when I was naïve. That was before I had support in my corner. So the question you’ve got to ask yourself is if I could beat those who considered themselves ‘world champions’ when I was a rookie, what will I be able to do when I have a legitimate proven World Champion in my corner? How far can I go? You can ask the question, but we’re going to find out the answers together. The old Lexy Chapel is gone guys, the one who needed your approval is dead, and in her place is the new Lexy Chapel, the one who’s going to take what she earns, the one who’s going to fight her way to the top and keep going, the one who’s going to prove herself and prove how good she is.”

She giggles a little, excited. “And it all starts at Last Stand,” she says with a huge grin. “So, now you know who I am. Soon you’ll know what I’m capable of. And after that, who knows, maybe I’ll show the billionaires of the business that money can’t buy them happiness, success or intelligence, maybe I’ll show the so-called best that they’re not as good as they think they are, maybe I’ll surprise the world and climb the rankings faster than anyone thought, and maybe I’ll do better in the Battle Royal than any of you thought possible. I’ve got a chance, right? And I dare the first person who thinks I’ll be an easy elimination to come eliminate the rookie and see which one of us ends up on our ass outside the ring. There’s a lot of maybes in there though, so let me end on one certainty. I’ve got the contract, I’ve got the opportunity, and you’re all going to know the name soon enough. So you want some advice? Hit the subscribe button because you’re not going to want to miss a moment of this, because my name is Lexy Chapel, this is the Chapel Show, and things are about to get REAL exciting! I’ll see you soon guys, and we’ll find out which one of us will have our Last Stand. Until next time, fuckers!”

She winks at the camera before the video comes to an end and we see the Chapel Show logo flashing up on the screen before the replay button appears.

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