THE CHAPEL SHOW
Episode: S02E09
Date: 05/07/2015

The video begins and once again we find ourselves at the home of Nate Chapel, Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly in Thousand Oaks where we find the ever-adorable host of the Chapel Show sat cross-legged on her bed. She’s dressed in a t-shirt that reads ‘I wish I was a unicorn so I could stab you with my head’. Across her lap we see the IWC Tag Team Championship belt lying there proudly and she pats it as she smiles at the camera. “What’s up fuckers? I’m Lexy Chapel, this is the Chapel Show, and I’ll give you all one guess what happened on the last Riot. There’s a hint for anyone who can stop looking at my breasts for a few moments and look down,” she says before waving at the camera as though she’d said something she considered impossible. “Oh, what am I saying? You pervs couldn’t stop staring even I wasn’t going to give you the answer anyway. Luckily for all of you that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to exclusively reveal that yes, on the last Riot, for anyone who was sleeping under a rock when the IWC Tag Team Championships were on the line, Wicked Intent once again walked away with the victory and the gold. See, you all freaked out when we suffered one little, itsy-bitsy setback, as if the world was crumbling around us, but didn’t I promise you that you were all overreacting? I think I did.”

She pats the IWC Tag Championship proudly before smiling at the camera. “Yes, that’s right, normal service was resumed once again and Wicked Intent got the job done against a former IWC Tag Team Champion and a former SCW Tag Team Champion, and two individuals who really have no right standing opposite a team like us. They proved that they truly were individuals as well when they disagreed about strategy in the middle of the ring and Selena Frost proved that she lacks the killer instinct. If you give Scott Cannon no other credit you’ve got to at least give him credit for having the killer instinct. You’ve got to give him the credit for being willing to do anything and everything to get the job done. I mean we can all be thankful that Scott wasn’t up to his old tricks. There were no less-than-subtle roofies in our drinks. But when it came down to it Scott was willing to go that extra mile and do what he had to do,” she says, nodding her head as though she’s impressed by her former opponents actions. “Selena, on the other hand, proved what kind of partner she is. She proved how reliable she is. She showed how small and petty she is when she walked out on her tag team partner, the kind of thing that you’d have to expect from a woman who’s ego is so large she’s hosting her very own ‘winterventions’ for what she sees as problems. Seriously though, ‘winterventions’? Is she six? No, I’m pretty sure most six year olds would cringe.”

 She lets out a long sigh and shakes her head as though she’s ashamed for her former opponent. “Oh well, shall we move on? Shall we move on to the next set of problems that Wicked Intent find ourselves mixed up in, the situation between ourselves and our mentors and… um… what are the name of the shmucks that we’re involved with now? I know it’s something that sounds really, really, really stupid but I just can’t quite put my finger on it,” she says, tapping her fingers on the tag title in annoyance as she’s clearly trying to recall the name. She looks annoyed at herself and begins talking to herself, rather than to the camera. “C’mon Lexy, you’re better than this. You remembered this earlier today when you were planning to film this. You even said to yourself ‘wow, that sounds like a failed film company’ when you were thinking about it. Yeah, didn’t it sound like the kind of thing that would waste endless amounts of money on terrible movies nobody wanted to see and television pilots so bad that even ABC wouldn’t want them? SILVERSTONE INTERNATIONAL!! That’s it! How could I forget that? I wondered if it was going to follow the pattern of it’s namesake and have one really big, critically acclaimed appearance and then follow that up by tanking in everything else it ever did. Remember Clueless? Damn, that movie was good. I’d ask whatever happened to old Alicia but I already know the answer: the same thing that’s going to happen to this group. They’re going to disappear and be remembered in nothing but the occasional moment of nostalgia.”

She shrugs her shoulders innocently before smiling at the camera. “Yeah, I know, this is the bit where they tell me that I’m so completely wrong and that their manager – who I just really want to call Alicia now, although I’m sure her name is important to them, even if it isn’t to me – is going to be the next Silas Mason,” she says before scoffing and covering her mouth, shaking her head slowly. “Wow, I couldn’t even say that with a straight face. Sorry guys, I tried hard on that, I really did, but you know it just wasn’t happening. Still, I’m sure she’s important to them, and I’m sure that they at least love her and care about her. Kind of the same way that Chief Wiggum loves and cares about Ralph, even when he is eating paste and calling the teacher ‘mommy’. Oh well, at least she has the love of someone, even if to the rest of us she isn’t important enough to even remember the name of. And I’m sure that’ll be important to her as time goes on. The thing about this is that I’m not even sure what the problem is. I thought I explained myself pretty well last week, but clearly not. Really, when you think about it, these people should be thanking us, not getting in our faces. They should be grateful that Alistair Taylor is still able to breathe unaided. I mean c’mon, if Kat and me were the malicious kind imagine how much we could have done...”

She nods her head slowly. “Yeah, you’re imagining it, aren’t you? Imagine how bad things could have been. Imagine poor Alistair struggling for breath. Imagine the EMTs forcing a tube down his throat. Imagine all the time that Alicia – or whatever her name is – would have had to spend in the hospital alongside him. But we saved him from that. We saw the line in the sand and we decided it was one we weren’t going to cross. But do we get thanks for that? You guys should learn to be more grateful for our sympathy, just like Chapel Show fans are grateful that Wicked Intent retained the IWC Tag Team titles last week. Did you see the positive comments? Barbara Gordon – ha, that’s funny if that’s her real name, all things considered – left us a lovely comment. She said ‘the only thing last week was missing was another stereo super-wuper kick’,” she reads off a piece of paper she pulled out before screwing it up and tossing it over her shoulder. “She’s right. You can never have too many superkicks. And Babs, thanky-wanky you for the kind words! Hmm, that doesn’t sound right. Thanky-wanky? No, that sounds way too much like the name Nate would give it when he does something nice for me and asks for a handjob in gratitude. Well, he asks for a blowjob, but then claims he’ll settle for a handjob. And that, ladies and gentleman, is why my hands are so lovely and smooth. We get through a lot of lotion…”

“But you guys don’t want to hear about my sex-life,” she says before pausing and thinking about that for a moment. “Well, you guys do want to hear about my sex-life, because I know you’re all perverts and you’re touching yourselves right now just because I mentioned handjobs and lotion and it got you all excited, but I’m not in the mood to indulge your endless sex obsession right now. Instead I want to change the tune of this. I want to talk about something else entirely, because while I may be in a relatively good mood right now this past fortnight has been hard for me. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks actually that have left me asking an important question. Have you ever had something happen to you that rocked your world to its very core? Have you ever experienced something that left you wondering not just what the meaning of everything was but how you recover from something that world shattering? I know that a lot of you think it’s ‘world-shattering’ when you break your phones. I know you think your lives are going to end when they cancel your favourite television shows. You’re all just small and pathetic like that. But I have a real problem. The last few weeks have left me asking an important question: who am I? I mean, how do you know whom you are when you’re left questioning where you come from? I don’t know the answer…”

The tone of her voice and her body language changes considerably as she speaks, leading us as viewers to believe that for once the twenty-one year old flirt may not be joking around this time. She does genuinely seem upset by something.

We cut from the contemplative and, dare we even say upset, host of the Chapel Show to her charming husband who’s pointing the camera at himself. Lexy can be seen just off to the right of the shot of the camera, seemingly pushing a trolley of some kind, as Nate looks into the camera. The scene around them is reasonably bright, but seems lit entirely by artificial lighting, implying that it’s the middle of the night. “Well the good news is we’re home,” Nate tells the camera before letting out a long sigh. “Not the most comfortable flight we’ve ever had back here, that’s for sure. Then again I guess there wasn’t really too much time to wait around for possible upgrades or aisle seats.”

“No, there wasn’t,” Lexy says in a clearly depressed tone of voice. Nate looks tired but sounds rather upbeat. Lexy, on the other hand, both looks and sounds tired. It becomes more and more obvious that they’re in an airport, and based on signs visible in the background as they walk it seems to be London’s Heathrow airport. “I just want to know what’s going on. You know what happened the last time I got a phone call like this, don’t you? I’m not sure I can handle that again this soon.”

Nate puts his arm around his wife lovingly and sympathetically. “Yeah, well what happened with your mum was unbelievable. Nobody could have predicted that. I know you’re worried right now but if there’s one thing I know about your father – based on the number of times he’s threatened to kill me, have me killed or remove certain very precious parts of my body just for being with you – it’s that he’s a fighter,” he reassures his obviously worried wife. “Besides, if it were that serious they’d have told you on the phone, wouldn’t they?”

“You didn’t hear the sound of Damien’s voice,” Lexy tells him, a scared look in her eyes. “It was just like when they took mum to the hospital, I’m telling you. I’m not ready for anything to happen to him, I’m really not. Just promise me that you’ll get alone with him this time, ok?”

Nate nods and smiles at her comfortingly. “You know I will,” he promises his grief-stricken wife lovingly. “But I’m telling you, I have a feeling about this and everything is going to be ok this time.”

She looks up at him as though she wants to believe that with all her heart, but it looks like she’s struggling to do so. Just then we see the expression on her face change considerably as she sees someone else in the airport and stops pushing the trolley with their bags on it and rushes off. Nate films her as she runs and we see her running up to her oldest brother, Damien Junior, and hugging him tightly. “Please tell me he’s going to be ok,” she says desperately. “That flight felt like it was going to take forever and all I wanted to do the entire time was get here and find out what’s going on.”

“He’s doing ok so far,” Damien tells her, still embracing his younger sister. “I know you’re not going to want to hear this but the truth is that there isn’t a whole lot of news since I spoke to you earlier. The doctors said he’s stable. He was awake earlier. They’re keeping him in the hospital right now. They’ve not been too willing to tell us what’s going on though. They keep saying they need to do more tests to confirm, but I got talking to one of the nurses who recognised me from TV and… she thinks that it’s kidney failure.”

Lexy pulls away a little and looks at her older brother in disbelief. “Kidney failure?” she asks, obviously struggling to accept what she’s being told. “Oh god, who was he fighting? Did they work over his kidneys? I knew he should have taken some time off. Haven’t I been telling him to take some time off? He didn’t look well last time I saw him.”

“Well actually he has been,” Damien tells her with a nod. “He said he’s been ‘feeling under the weather’ for a while now, he’s just not been his normal self, but we figured it was because of everything that’s happened, you know? Truth is neither Harry or me think he’s really over mum’s death yet. So he’s been taking time off, and yesterday I went over to see him and he just… kind of… well, he looked terrible, and then he complained he was in pain, and the next thing I know he’s on the floor and I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Oh my god, and I wasn’t here,” Lexy says, clearly freaking out and feeling guilty for her absence considering she lives and works so far from her original London home now. “I wasn’t here again! This is my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” Nate tells her comfortingly.

“It’s not your fault,” Damien says, almost in unison. “It wouldn’t have made any difference if you were here or you weren’t. Harry and me have been here and it still happened. You know what dad’s like when it comes to check ups. You’ve heard his rant about doctors.”

Lexy, who’s got tears in her eyes at the thought of her father’s collapse, nods her head and laughs a little at the thought of his arrogance when it comes to seeing the doctor. “Yeah, I’ve heard it,” she says before doing her best impression of her father. “‘I’ve spent my whole damn career getting poked, prodded and stitched up by quacks, I ain’t spending my day off letting them do it to me again’.”

Damien nods. “Exactly. So even if you were here do you really think it would have made a difference?” he asks before hugging his little sister again. “The important thing is that you are here right now though. We didn’t drag you away from anything important, did we?”

“Nothing more important than this,” Lexy promises him. She wipes her eyes before looking up at her older brother again. “So, if you spoke to the nurse at least and she said it was kidney failure, did she say what happens now? I mean, is there medication he can take? There’s got to be drugs, right? This isn’t like… like it was with mum, right?”

Damien pauses for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully. “I asked her about that. She said that we’d need to wait for the tests in the morning to confirm things for sure but that if it is kidney failure then there’s really only two options,” he says softly and nervously. “She said it depends on how bad things are, and what stage he’s in, but she thinks if it is kidney failure then he’s probably in stage four.  Stage four, or stage five if it gets really bad, pretty much means that he’s going to need some kind of replacement therapy. So he’s going to need to go on dialysis, or he’s going to need a replacement kidney as soon as possible.”

“What’s dialysis?” the redhead asks, looking first up at Damien and then over at Nate.

Strangely it’s Nate who chips in with the answer. “That’s when they hook you up to a machine and they pump your blood through the machine instead of through your kidneys, and the machine is the thing that filters out all the toxins and everything else in your blood,” he explains before nodding his head. Damien nods in agreement. Lexy seems a little impressed that her husband knew that. “Yeah, and you told me watching Life in the ER wouldn’t help me learn anything.”

“No, what I said was that I don’t know why you watch that show considering how insanely gross it is,” Lexy reminds her husband; shuddering at even the thought of something she’s obviously seen. “I am impressed you learned something though.”

“You know me babe, I’m a fountain of knowledge,” he says proudly before sounding a little more downhearted. “Ok, most of it is about comic books, but still… it’s useful to some people!”

She smiles at her husband’s attempts at humour before turning back to her brother. “Ok, so let’s say it’s that bad and he needs dialysis and a transplant, did you ask her about a waiting list?” she asks with concern. “What kind of timeframe are we looking at?”

Damien looks at her and we can tell by the expression that it’s bad news. “Well, he’d be high on the waiting list because of the seriousness of his condition, but that isn’t to say that he’d be at the top of the waiting list,” he explains solemnly. “She said that he’d… he’d probably die before they found a donor through the waiting list. But she did offer some good news. She said that family members could donate a kidn—”

He doesn’t even have time to finish the sentence before Lexy cuts him off. “I’ll do it,” she says immediately. “Tell them that I don’t care what the risks are, I’ll do it right now! After losing mum I… we can’t lose dad as well.”

“Ok, well first off you’re not the first one of us to volunteer,” Damien tells her with a smile. “You know damn well that I’ll volunteer as well, and Harry volunteered before he even knew what he was volunteering for. And since we’re his kids that means that the chances of us being a match are high. There is… one small problem with it all though.”

“What kind of problem?” Lexy says with concern. “Don’t tell me problems right now. We don’t need problems right now. We need solutions!”

“Yeah, well this is a… delicate problem,” Damien says before letting out a sigh. “I’m not sure here is the best place to talk about it. Do you want to go back to the house and we can discuss it there?”

“Just tell me,” Lexy demands angrily.

“Ok, ok, well… it’s about Harry,” he says before taking a deep breath. “God, I don’t even know how to begin to explain this, but I’m going to need your help. We’ve got to convince Harry that it should be you or me who donates a kidney, not him.”

“Why not him?” Lexy asks, her face showing even more concern. “Oh god, if you tell me there’s something wrong with Harry as well I’m going to scream…”

“No, no, Harry’s fine, he’s fit as a fiddle, you know him. He’s training for his British Lightweight Championship match in a few weeks. Speaking of which, haven’t you got a title shot coming up? IWC Evolution Championship? That’s huge Lex, I don’t think I got to congratulate you yet in all this craziness,” he says, smiling at his sister proudly. She doesn’t exactly look like she’s in the mood to enjoy the moment and her upcoming opportunity however. “Ok, well we’ll talk about that later. Like I said, there’s nothing wrong with Harry it’s just… how do I even say this? To find out if we can donate a kidney they need to do some blood work and some tests, and the nurse told me that they have all the facilities on site and they can push the tests through, so they’ll know if we’re compatible in a matter of hours, not days. But we can’t let Harry take the tests.”

“Why not?” Lexy asks with concern.

Damien squirms a little on the spot before letting out a long sigh. “I never told you this before. I never told anyone this before. But… when we were kids and you and Harry were both really young, I think it was around the time you were trying to make that ‘documentary’ about us all, I heard mum and dad arguing one night,” he says before letting out a sigh. “I don’t know for certain, I mean I was in the other room and they didn’t know I was listening but… dad said something about… he said he was raising Harry despite the fact that Harry wasn’t his son.”

“WHAT?!” Lexy asks in absolute disbelief. “No! No way! They’d have told us…”

Damien shakes his head slowly. “I don’t think they would have,” he says before letting out another sigh. “You know what mum and dad were like. You know how many damn times they split up and got back together. And you know that there’s nothing that meant more to them than us. Look, I didn’t hear the full argument, and I was just a kid as well so maybe I got it all wrong, but I remember dad saying something about her already being pregnant and the dates not adding up, and about raising a kid that wasn’t his, and mum got all defensive and… look, I don’t know how we’re going to do it but we can’t let Harry take the tests. If he finds out the truth it’ll destroy him.”

Lexy just stands there, obviously in shock. She shakes her head slowly. “I can’t believe what you’re telling me,” she says softly. “You’re really serious about this? This isn’t like when you told me I was adopted to fuck with me? This is really serious?”

“I’ve been keeping this secret for longer than I want to think about, but I know what I heard,” he says softly. “If Harry takes the tests then… we can’t let that happen, ok? Promise me that you’ll help me convince him.”

Lexy seems to consider it for a long moment before nodding her head slowly. “Ok, I’ll help,” she says with hesitation. “Oh god, I don’t even know what I’m going to say to him…”

We cut from the airport to what seems like a room in a hospital, presumably the same one that Damien Adams Sr. is being treated in. In the middle of the shot, filming himself, is once again Nate Chapel. Behind him, sitting down with her head in her hands, is Lexy. “You guys want to see what love for your father looks like?” Nate asks before turning around and filming Lexy who waves him away. “I know you guys are always thinking that Lexy is just some bitch but when it comes to family there’s nobody who cares more about hers than this girl right here.”

“Don’t,” Lexy says, waving the camera away. “Seriously babes, I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you. I figure it’ll be good for the Chapel Show fans to see the real you, the girl behind the sexy form-fitting shirts and flirtatious comments. I want them to see the same adorable woman I see every day,” he says lovingly, filming his wife closely. She smiles a little, but weakly. “Trust me guys, whatever you think about Lexy there’s one thing that can’t ever be questioned and that’s her loyalty to those she cares about. This woman right here wouldn’t ever do what that cold bitch – ha, get it, cold, because she thinks she’s from Frozen – Selena Frost did last week.”

Lexy laughs a little weakly before waving her husband away again. “Seriously, can you not talk about loyalty right now?” she asks, rubbing her eyes and perhaps wiping away tears. “How ‘loyal’ is it to know a huge secret about your brother and be sworn to secrecy about it? How ‘loyal’ is it to lie to him about it every day?”

“Ok, well first off you don’t know that Damien is right babe,” Nate assures her softly. “He could have misheard. He could have completely misread the whole situation. I’ve seen the old tapes. Your parents used to say horrible things to each other sometimes. Maybe your mum lied to him to hurt him and that’s what Damien overheard?”

Lexy nods her head slowly. “Yeah, maybe, I mean I guess it’s possible,” she says before letting out a sigh. “But… god, what do I even do now? If she was lying, or Damien got it wrong, and I lie to Harry doesn’t that mean I’m lying to him for no reason? I mean what am I even going to say to him? And if he’s not wrong, if my parents were telling the truth and Damien’s known all these years…”

“Known about what?” a voice from the doorway asks. Nate quickly pans the camera up to reveal – you guessed it – the man of the moment, Harry Adams, standing there with a puzzled look. “You know if Damien is blaming himself for this and he’s telling you that he knew all about then that would explain a lot. He’s been acting really weird around me today, ever since he spoke with the doctor earlier. I figured something was up with him.”

“Yeah. Yeah! That’s it. That’s exactly it. He thinks he’s known all along and he’s blaming himself, that’s what he knows, what else would be it?” Lexy says, clearly nervous and rambling. “I mean it’s not like he could have any other secrets, right?”

“Real subtle babe,” Nate mutters to her.

“Shut up,” she shoots back at her husband before turning to her brother again and smiling. “Sorry, I know I probably seem crazy, it’s just… you know… dad!”

“I know, can you even believe this? I mean shit, this is the last goddamn thing I ever thought would happen,” Harry says before letting out a long sigh. “I just thank god there’s something we can do this time.”

“Yeah, me too,” Lexy says with a nod of her head. “But, you know, only one of us has to do it. I nominate Damien, right?”

Harry laughs and nods his head. “Yeah, let that fucker be the one who gives up a kidney,” he says playfully before shaking his head. “Nah, I couldn’t do that to him. Besides, with how much Damien drinks it’d probably kill him to do it. I can’t imagine him cutting back, can you? I think realistically there’s only one logical choice.”

“Me!” Lexy says immediately, taking her brother by surprise. “Yeah, I’m definitely the logical choice. I mean I barely drink anyway, or at least I shouldn’t drink because me and alcohol and bad things always happen. I need a reason to cut back, and what better reason than this?”

“Are you kidding?” Harry says, shaking his head. “No fucking way am I letting you do that.”

“What?” Lexy asks, almost angered by her brother’s refusal to let her be the one. “Why not? And what do you mean letting me? You wouldn’t be letting me do it Harry, you’re not the boss of me!”

“What I mean is, do you have any idea how much recovery time you’d need? We’re talking major surgery here Lex. You’d be unable to compete for months, and if any of the three of us is going to give up a kidney there’s no way I’m letting it be you. God, look at everything you’ve done. You’re the only one of us who’s broken out of this shitty life. You’re the only one of us who’s ever gotten real success abroad. You’re one half of one of the most exciting teams in pro-wrestling right now. And that’s not even to mention the fact that next week I’ll be able to say that my sister is the IWC Evolution Champion! Seriously, there’s no way it’s going to be you. I promised mum I wouldn’t ever let you do something stupid to give up your career, and I’m keeping that promise. This is my bullet to take.”

“You… you promised mum?” Lexy asks uncertainly. “Well, she didn’t know that this would happen, did she? Besides, I’m sure it can’t be that bad. I’m sure I wouldn’t miss too much action. And Kat will understand. She knows what my family means to me.”

“Oh, I have no doubt anyone would understand, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it happen,” Harry says, walking over and sitting down beside his little sister before hugging her tightly. “I’m your older brother, and my career is in the shitter right now anyway. Sure, I have that title shot next week, but that’s only because the fucker knows he’s going to beat me and I’m being fed to him to make him look good. Trust me on this; I’m the one who should be doing this. I’m the one who makes the most sense to do it. I’m doing it.”

“You can’t,” Lexy admits before burying her head in her hands. “Oh god, oh crap, oh fuck…”

“What?” Harry asks, laughing at his sister’s reaction. “Look, I know you feel like you need to be the martyr here but trust me, you don’t. I want to do this. Let me, ok?”

“You might not be his son,” she admits before removing her hands to look up at her shocked brother. She has tears in her eyes and one of them drips slowly down her cheek. “Oh fuck, I didn’t want to tell you, I was trying to think of something else to say but ever since Damien told me the truth I haven’t been able to think about anything else!”

“What do you mean I might not be his son?” Harry asks in disbelief. “I’m his son, Lex. I’m… what the fuck has Damien been saying?”

Lexy begins crying and hugs her brother tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. I knew I had to do though. Damien said he heard them arguing. He made me promise to find a way to convince you not to do it so that you wouldn’t find out. But he heard them arguing years ago and… and… and he said that mum said you weren’t dad’s son, or something,” she admits to her brother, who just stares in disbelief. “I’m so sorry! I can’t even imagine how you feel right now…”

“He’s lying,” Harry says angrily. “He’s lying because he thinks that it has to be him. That’s the only explanation…”

Lexy shakes her head slowly. “I don’t think he is Har…” she says, wiping her eyes as she looks up at her brother. “Look, I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now, but we should talk about it. We need to find Damien and he’ll explain it.”

“No,” Harry says angrily. “No, I’m not listening to his bullshit. He lied to you because he thinks he’s protecting me, but he needs to see that he’s not protecting me from anything. He always does this Lex. He’s always manipulating you. You know what? I’m going to prove it. I’m going to volunteer for the fucking blood test right now and when they come back that’ll settle it.”

“Harry…” Lexy says as her brother gets up to his feet, looking very annoyed. “Please, just listen to me, he didn’t want to tell me but—”

“No, I’m not listening to any more,” Harry says angrily. “He’s lying. He’s got to be lying! I’m going to prove it the only way I know how. You’ll see, ok? I’m his son. I’m his fucking son!”

“Harry…” she pleads again before her older brother storms off, perhaps in search of Damien Jr., perhaps to fulfil his threat to volunteer to be tested and find out if it’s true or not, but either way he disappears from the room while Lexy initially gets up to give chase and then collapses back down into her seat. “Oh god, what did I do?”

“It’s ok,” Nate promises her softly. “It’ll be ok. You’ll see.”

“How’s it going to be ok?” she asks her husband, clearly distraught over the emotional rollercoaster she’s experiencing with her father’s kidney failure and the fact that her parents may have lied about the true nature of her brother’s father. “This is a disaster. This is a total fucking disaster! Damien is going to kill me, Harry is going to kill him, he’s going to get the test for sure now and what if it turns out that Damien is right? He’s right, you know, it’ll kill him. He won’t be able to deal with it. Harry’s always been so close to dad. Whenever mum and dad used to split up Harry would always stay with dad whenever he had the choice. He’s always been so close with him. If this is true…”

“Yeah, well maybe it’s not,” Nate tells her comfortingly before sitting down next to her and putting the camera down on his lap. We can’t see what’s going on now, we can only see the chairs opposite, but based on the sounds we can assume that Nate is comforting his wife. “Look, I know this is the last thing you wanted this week but you don’t know anything for certain right now, ok? Damien said he was just a kid when he heard what he heard, so maybe he heard wrong.”

Lexy sobs. “And what if he didn’t?”

“Then Harry will have you to help him figure everything out,” Nate tells her proudly and comfortingly. “And if ever there was anyone who could help someone through something this huge then it’s you, Lex.”

Obviously deciding the moment is a little too personal to film the clip ends there. We fade back in again as Nate once again seems to be the one filming. Harry sits alone on one side of the room. Closest to him is Lexy, but she’s still a few seats away and keeps looking over at him guiltily. In the far corner of the room sits Damien Jr. The camera has to pan over to see where he’s sat. It looks like all three of them are waiting for something, presumably the results. Nate, meanwhile, tries to break what feels like a very tense room. “So, I know I’m not exactly the one you all want to be talking to right now but Jesus fucking Christ, someone has to break the tension in here. It’s so thick I feel like it’s going to choke me if I breathe it in,” he says before letting out a sigh. “C’mon, which one of you is going to be the first one to say something?”

“Shut up Nathan,” Damien Jr. snaps at Nate.

“Hey, don’t tell him to shut up you asshole,” Harry snaps at his brother. “At least he’s trying. At least he’s not the one spreading lies and trying to control the whole situation. I can’t say I’m surprised. What’s your deal anyway, huh? You want to hold it over dad’s head that you were the one who gave up a kidney for him?”

“Do you really think I’d do that?” Damien snaps back. “Fuck Harry, do you think I WANTED you to find this out? I’ve kept this fucking secret for years. I kept it all through your childhood. I kept it even when mum was dying. I was HOPING she’d tell you herself. When she didn’t I figured that I couldn’t ever tell you.”

“Yeah, really classy, blame this on mum not telling me because she’s not hear to defend herself,” the angry young man known as ‘The British Lion’ roars at his brother. “You know you’ve made up some bullshit in your life, but this really takes the fucking biscuit. This really fucking—”

“STOP IT,” Lexy screams at both of them. “Would BOTH of you please just stop? God, dad is practically on his deathbed down the corridor and all you two can do is argue? Think about where we are. Think about everything we’ve been through. And think about this: no matter what, even if Damien is right or wrong, we’re still family, ok? We’re family and that means something!”

Harry looks down sheepishly. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…” Damien Jr. mutters softly as well.

“Ok, so are you both done arguing? Because right now we need to stay strong! Dad needs us to be strong for him,” Lexy says sternly, looking at both of them in turn. “And let’s not say anything else until we know for certain, ok?”

Both brothers nod and look apologetically at each other. “Yeah, I’m sorry,” Damien says softly and almost embarrassedly. “Look, whatever happens, you’re still my brother, ok? And whatever happens, I’m going to help you through it.”

Harry lets out a long sigh, like he’s about ready to finally admit it to himself. “You’re not bullshitting, are you?” he asks before rubbing his hands with both hands. “Did you really hear them arguing?”

“I’ve wanted to tell you for years,” Damien admits before letting out a long sigh. “But, I mean, I was just a kid. It’s possible that I’m wrong. They were shouting some of it and practically whispering the rest, and I was in another room, and… I just know what little I heard definitely made me think that… but maybe I’m wrong. I hope I’m wrong.”

Harry sighs and nods his head. “Yeah, me too,” he says, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what I’ll do if…”

“We’ll be here,” Lexy promises him. “You’re still our brother, ok? We still love you. Nothing that these tests say is ever going to change that. We’re family, and nothing matters more than family.”

There’s a gentle hush that washes over the room again and we can hear Nate breathing behind the camera in the silence before he clears his throat to get their attention. “Well, looks like the doctor’s on his way here,” he says before taking a deep breath. “Shit, does anyone else feel like it should be Maury Povich delivery the results?”

All three siblings laugh. “That would be pretty amazing,” Lexy admits before looking over at Harry. “I’m here no matter what, ok?”

The door opens and the doctor walks in with a clipboard in hand. He looks around the small waiting room as all three siblings get up and gather closer together, apparently with their anger toward one another temporarily put aside. “Well, I’ve got some good news,” the doctor says in an Indian accent. “Mr Adams, and Mr Adams, the results are back and the two of you are both matches for your father. This is the best news that we could have hoped for. This means not only do we have one willing participant to help him but two, and you wouldn’t believe how often that is not the case even in families. We do need to talk about the options very quickly though, because the results are back from your father’s blood work and I’m recommending him for dialysis tonight.”

There’s a notable relief in the room and both Harry and Damien look at one another and shake hands, officially putting whatever dislike they had between them aside. “That’s great news,” Damien says happily. “So, how soon can we talk about the options?”

“Wait, what about me?” Lexy asks, looking at her brothers and then back at the doctor. “I went for the tests as well. I know they were both telling you not to let me donate but you didn’t actually listen to them, did you? Because he’s my dad too and I at least want the option on the table.”

The doctor nods his head. “Well, yes, your tests are back as well,” he says before shaking his head a little. “I’m afraid you’re not a match. But your brother’s are, which is great news. As I said before, you would not believe how rare an occasion this is, or how good it is to see a family so willing to step up.”

“Wait, both of them are and I’m not?” Lexy asks, interrupting him before he can continue. She looks more than confused. “That can’t be right. How are they both matches and I’m not? That doesn’t make sense.”

The doctor nods his head slowly. “Well, I can only tell you what the tests have told me,” he says softly. “It’s possible that it’s a mistake, of course. There is always the possibility for mistakes. But the tests are very accurate and our lab makes very few mistakes. What I think that we should be focusing on right now however is the positives. Both of you are matches, and this means that we can start to think about the best course of treatment for your father as soon as possible.”

Lexy just stands there with her mouth a little open, looking around in complete confusion. Damien stands next to her, almost afraid to put an arm around her. Harry, meanwhile, seems to be the one most in control. “Thank you doctor,” he says with a nod. “You know what, I think we should break the news to our dad right now, and then we can all talk about the options together. Could you give us a moment though? Thanks.”

“That’s no problem. I’ve got some paperwork to do. My office is just down the hall. If you want to get me when you’re ready to talk to your father then we can discuss the options with him,” the doctor says before exiting the room.

The room goes quiet again once the door is shut until Lexy breaks it, continuing to stand there with a look of disbelief on her face. “How is that even possible?” she asks again, looking around her brothers and then toward the camera behind which is obviously her husband. “I mean, you’re both matches, right? And I should be too. It doesn’t make sense…”

Damien puts a hand on his face and rubs his face for a moment before muttering. “I don’t believe it…”

“You don’t believe what?” Lexy asks, her shock beginning to turn to concern, perhaps even moving toward anger. “What don’t you believe?”

“I was so sure…” Damien mutters again, more to himself than the others.

“You were so sure about what?” Lexy snaps angrily. She then looks back toward Harry again. “This is a mistake, right? The lab made a mistake. Maybe they mixed up the results with someone else?”

Harry nods in agreement; although it’s clear from his tone he isn’t completely committed to his nod or to his words. “Yeah, that’s probably it,” he says softly. “That’s probably exactly what happened…”

“It has to be,” Lexy says firmly before looking over at Damien again. “That’s what happened, right? Did you do this? Did either of you do this? Because I know you both think I’m throwing away my career if I’m the one who donates but if this is how you plan to stop me then it’s cruel and you should tell me now.”

Damien looks up at Harry in disbelief. “I was so sure it was you,” he says in disbelief. “For so many years, I was so sure they were talking about you…”

Lexy begins to notably panic. “No,” she says sternly to her brother before turning to Harry in disbelief. “No, he’s lying! You said he would lie, didn’t you? He said that he would lie to be the one because he was controlling us. That’s what you said Harry, right? Tell me he’s lying Harry. Please tell me he’s lying!”

Damien continues to stand there in shock. He still seems to be talking to himself, rather than his growingly distraught sister. “I was hiding in the other room but they were arguing so loudly, and they didn’t know I was there,” he recalls softly, just staring into space. “I thought they’d never stop. Dad was so angry. He was saying that the dates didn’t make sense, that he’d figured it out, and mum was crying…”

Lexy shakes her head. “No, you’re wrong,” she says in shock. “Stop it! You’re wrong!”

“He asked her who the father was,” Damien continues muttering, almost like he can’t even hear his sister screaming at him to stop. “He asked how he was supposed to raise a kid that wasn’t his. I was so sure that he meant…”

“No! NO!!” Lexy screams at him before beginning to cry. “You’re wrong. You’re wrong. Mum wouldn’t lie to me like that. She wouldn’t lie to me!”

“She lied to all of us,” Harry says softly. “But it’s ok. Lex, listen to me, it’s ok. You said we’re family, remember? You said we’re family, and we are. We’re still family. We’re still your brothers!”

“Get OFF of me,” Lexy screams at Harry as she pushes him not just away from her but completely over on his ass. She looks at Damien in disbelief, a rage seeming to build in her eyes. “You lied to me. You lied to me for YEARS! You ALL did!”

“I thought he meant Harry,” Damien admits, looking at her with such an apologetic look. “I was so sure that’s who they meant. But Harry’s right, ok? This doesn’t change anything. You’re the one who said we’d still be family Lex. You’re the one who said we’d still be family. We’re still your brother’s.”

“ARE you?” she snaps angrily. “You’re a LIAR! You’re ALL LIARS! How could you never tell me the truth? HOW COULD YOU NEVER TELL ME?”

Harry gets back to his feet as Lexy begins crying. “We need to talk to dad,” he says, nodding his head. “He’ll be able to explain it.”

“No he won’t,” Lexy says, shaking her head. “He won’t explain it, he’s a liar, and he’s not my dad!”

“Lex,” Damien says softly, reaching out to her before she pushes him away as well.

“HE’S NOT MY DAD, IS HE?” she screams, tears freely running down her face now. “You lied to me. You fucking lied to me for so long! I… I’m going.”

“Lex, please,” Harry says, reaching out to his little sister but she pushes him away and runs over to her husband.

“Take me away from here,” she begs him. “Please, take me away from ALL of them. They’re all liars. I don’t even know who I am.”

She rushes from the room as Nate lowers the camera. “Nate, please,” Damien pleads, trying to reason with Nate, who at least still seems rational. “Talk to her, Get her to come back. Please.”

“I don’t think I’m going to do that,” Nate tells his brother-in-law softly. “Right now I can’t even imagine what’s going through her head. Her family means more to her than anything in the world. When we left she cried every time she even thought about you guys, and the idea of lying to you Harry almost tore her apart. Right now I’m not sure there’s anything I could say to convince her to talk to you… and I’m not sure I want to, either.”

And with that said Nate, who much like Lexy likes to document almost everything that happens to them, willingly turns the camera off, perhaps knowing whatever conversation he has with his wife next is for just them and not for anyone else in the world.

We cut back to Lexy, now with the IWC Tag title over her shoulder, as she sits on the bed again, looking less like her normal flirty self and more contemplative. “So, once again the Chapel Show captures all the awkward moments of our lives on camera so you, the viewers, can better understand us, or something,” she says before shrugging. “Yeah, Nate and me have gotten so used to filming so much of our lives that I’m not sure either of us really know where the boundary between personal and private is, and I’ll be honest with you guys, this was one week that I was pretty certain the contents of the videos you just saw were way too private. I had this plan that Nate and I were going to answer the first ever Ask The Chapel Show, and we’d take questions from the fans and… well, we may do that another week. This week I bit the bullet and I showed you guys my week. You’ve got to understand my mind-set right now then, right? I’ll be honest, I’m pretty fucking pissed off right now. I go from highly emotional and nearly crying to angrier than I’ve ever been in my life and back again. Right now I’m somewhere in the middle. You see I thought I had everything figured out. I thought I knew who I was. I mean, I thought I was born into this business. Actually, as it turns out, I was born into a field of fucking lies!”

She pauses for a moment before taking a few deep breaths. “If you’re thinking that I overreacted or something then let me fill you in on the bits you didn’t see. You didn’t see me leaving the hospital without even talking to Damien Adams, the guy I used to call my father. You didn’t see Nate talking to them all the next day to find out the truth, and Damien admitting to my husband that he’d known I wasn’t his daughter since I was a little girl. And the worst part, the absolutely worst thing in all of this, is that you didn’t hear Damien Adams tell my husband that he doesn’t even know who my real father is,” she says angrily, obviously veering more toward losing control of her anger than losing control and crying. “So, the question becomes ‘who am I’? I was so sure I knew. I’ve told you guys the story so many times, right? My father, the British wrestling legend, the past of British wrestling, and my brother’s, the present of British wrestling, along with my mother, a legend in women’s wrestling from years gone by. Well, one thing I do know for certain – at least I think I do – is that my mother is my mother. But she didn’t tell me the truth even as she lay dying, so now maybe I’ll never know. Maybe I’ll never know who my real father is. Maybe he is a wrestler. Maybe he’s a great former World Champion. Maybe he’s a nobody loser who never made it out of the dark matches. Maybe he’s somewhere in between. Maybe he’s not a wrestler at all. Maybe he’s a manager, or a promoter, or even a groupie! Maybe I’m half groupie!”

“What do you guys think? Do you think my mum banged a groupie? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know who she fucked, and that means I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where I came from, and my entire life up to this point has been a fucking lie! Worse than that though is the fact that my fake-father was the one who disapproved of my relationship with Nate, and what right did he even have to disapprove? I mean god, he had no right before all this shit, he definitely has no right now,” she says angrily before stopping and putting her head in her hands for a long moment, taking a few long breaths before letting them out as a long and depressed sigh. “So, all the stuff I’ve told you about my family now all feels like it was a lie. Everything I am today all feels like a lie. And I think back over all the memories I have with my father, over everything I went through with him, over that stupid television show, over all the bullshit I’ve put up with over the years, and it was all lies. But if there is one good thing to come out of this then it means I’m not an Adams after all. Alexandra Adams was the lie. Lexy Chapel, however, is the truth! And I may not be in control of anything else right now but I’m sure as fuck in control of that. I may not know where I came from, I may not know who I was born to be, but I know how I got here and I know where I’m going to go. And do you want to know where I’m going to go?”

She laughs before pointing up. “Yeah, that’s right, I’m going up in the world,” she says, still with anger in her voice. “My whole life I’ve lived with the knowledge that my father, as much of a legend as he may have been amongst the British fans, was a FUCKING FAILURE on the big stage. Sure he had some success in tag teams with guys like Jacky Knight, sure he held some titles in England, a few in Europe, one or two in Japan, but when it came to the really BIG matches, to the really BIG occasions, do you know what happened to Damien Adams? He FAILED! Good news: biologically speaking, at least I don’t have loser in my genes! And that means when it comes to the BIG occasions, when it comes to the BIG opportunities, I’m NOT going to fail! In the few months since Lucas Knight took me under his wing, I met Kat Kelly and we formed Wicked Intent my entire life has changed, and now every single one of your fuckers knows my name. Yeah, you know me. I’m Lexy Chapel! I’m the bitch who tells you what you don’t want to hear and puts an exclamation on her statements with a superkick to the face! I’m not just the host of the Chapel Show, I’m the fucking host of the Superkick Soiree, and believe me when I tell you that our party is just getting started! And there’s one more thing you need to know about me, one more thing that could be real important soon. I’m the number one contender for the IWC Evolution Championship, and on Monday night I’m intending to turn that into becoming the next IWC Evolution Champion!”

“Now I’ll be honest with you fuckers, I didn’t come here looking for that. I didn’t sign on the dotted line thinking ‘by golly, wouldn’t it be awesome if one day I could be Evolution Champion? Oh, that would just be the best’. But after the week I’ve had, after everything I’ve found out about myself, after finding out my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE IS A LIE, there’s something I can tell you now. If I’m starting off a new life and I’m leaving all the lies behind me then I’m starting it off with that Evolution Championship over my shoulder, and you better fucking believe that,” she says with passion and anger mixed together to create one fired up young redhead. “And the fact is that I don’t think I could have a better opportunity ahead of me right now, because look at who I’m facing. Andre Jordan! Now you and me don’t have much history, do we Andre? You know who I am though, don’t you? At least, you know as much about who I am as I do right now, and that’ll do. But I know you as well. I know you as the annoying gnat that Lucas Knight used to have on his case. I know you as the bug that he had to squash underneath his heel on his way toward his attempt at making history by becoming IWC World Champion. I also know that he failed at that, you don’t need to remind me.”

“But I know you guys have history, and I know you haven’t forgotten it. I saw the way you looked at him the other week. I saw that jealousy in your body language. And ok, so I didn’t ask Lucas to spill ALL the gossip when it comes to you, but I know what you think. You think he stole your girl, don’t you? You’re still upset about that. What was it you said, that he was ‘sucking face’ with your ex? Ah, baby, he did more than that. The way I hear it he pleased her in ways you’ve never even imagined. Yeah, I’m in the locker room, I hear the stories, I hear the women giggling when they mention you… can you really blame someone like Alana for moving up?” she asks before shrugging her shoulders. “Your sexual incompetence aside, one thing that you haven’t been incompetent in so far at least is your Evolution title reign. In fact, from what I’ve seen, you’ve been doing pretty well. You and Marina have been rocking it as champions, haven’t you? And you’ve been enjoying the spotlight. Don’t pretend you haven’t Dre, we’ve all seen that smile on your face. Maybe it wasn’t a smile exactly last week when you won by count out, but you survived, you’ve still got the belt, and you’re probably feeling pretty damn good about yourself right now. In fact you’re probably viewing this as an opportunity to beat up on Lucas’ protégé and send a message to him. You want to show you’re better than Lucas, right? You want to settle an old score, right?”

She smirks and shakes her head. “Well… good luck with that,” she says before rolling her eyes. “And, in case you’re as stupid as you look – which would mean you need Alicia Silverstone as more than just your manager but also to tie your shoes because Dre, I’ll be honest with you here dude, you look REALLY fucking stupid – that wasn’t me actually wishing you luck. That was called ‘sarcasm’. I know, it’s a big word for someone like you, but I like to try to explain myself to the stupid looking ones because I don’t want them left in any doubt what I’m actually telling them. What I also know about you is that you’re one of ‘those’ guys, am I right? You know the ones I mean. You’re one of the righteous ones. You probably think that Lexy Chapel girl is a bitch and a cheat. You’re not wrong about the first part. But if you’re concerned this week about me trying to screw with you during this match then… you probably should be. Actually, if you’re concerned with me trying to screw with you during this match, and screw you out of that pretty title belt you’re carrying, then that actually makes you something close to smart! Make no mistake about it after all Dre, I’m not coming this week to ‘fight the good fight’, I’m not coming this week to ‘test myself against the champion’ or any of the cliché things that morons say when they’re not willing to go as far as they have to. I may not know who I am anymore but there is one thing I do know and that’s that I’ve got that killer instinct that the Elsa wannabe lacked last week when she decided to ‘let it go’.”

She grins at the camera. “I am willing to do whatever I need to do to win this match Dre, and that’s something you NEED to concern yourself with,” she says sternly. “You see this kind of match, against a little girl like me who’s still pretty fresh from the independent circuit, fighting for the first singles title in her career that’s actually worth a damn, probably wouldn’t seem like much of a threat to you under normal circumstances. I mean shit, look at you. You’re two hundred and forty pounds. You’re six foot two. You’re bigger than me, stronger than me, probably think you’re so much tougher than me, and doubtlessly believe yourself more righteous than me as well. But six foot two doesn’t scare me, that just means you’ve got further to fall when I superkick you in that ugly face of yours and you drop alllllllllll the way down to the mat. Two hundred and forty pound doesn’t mean shit when you’re searching around the ring for your missing teeth and I’m standing over you with the Evolution title in one hand and the Tag Team title in the other. And maybe I can’t get that done by being a good little warrior. Maybe I can’t get that done by being a law abiding good girl. But I can get it done. No, more than that, I will get it done this week, because I need this right now Dre. There isn’t a whole lot in my life that makes sense right now, but becoming Evolution Champion and leading Wicked Intent to even more success sure does.”

“So at this point, Dre, there’s a few things you need to know, so get ready to pay attention. If you want to talk shit about what a bitch I am or the ‘horrible’ things I’ve done and you think you can upset me then aww, baby, don’t you know that that just makes me feel even more proud? If you think you can scare me by telling me who’s going to be watching your back this week then… well, I wouldn’t. I mean, do you think I’m scared of Marina, Alistair, or Alicia? C’mon, have you seen whom I’ll have in my corner? Kat Kelly, Trinity Street and Lucas Knight! Yeah, when it comes to comparisons of who’s got the best friends then damn, I just won hands down. So please, if that’s your plan, then save your breath because it’ll just make you look stupid. Well, stupider... we’ve already discussed the fact that you already look stupid,” she says before laughing again. “And finally, if you think that you’re going to wow me with some big match history thing then again, save your breath. I’ve seen your matches, Dre. I’ve watched you in the ring. I’ve seen what you’ve got. I’m not saying you suck – you don’t, in fact in another time, in another place, maybe I’d even be a little bit of a fan of yours, but unfortunately this isn’t that time or that place – but I am saying that I’ve seen what you’ve got and I’m hardly shaking in my gorgeous little black boots.”

“What it comes down to is the fact that you’ve got something that I want. No, no, not that I want, I’ve already made that mistake once. You’ve got something that I need Dre. You’ve got something that I need to prove something to myself, to the family of liars I’ve grown up around, and to the entire world. It’s a fitting name as well. You’ve got the EVOLUTION championship, and right now Lexy Chapel is undergoing her very own evolution. She’s not the fresh-faced little yes girl she used to be. She’s not the victim of all the people around her anymore. She’s not the sucker who travels thousands of miles for a pathetic payday and a pat on the head. The Lexy Chapel you all know, the Lexy Chapel you’re all bearing witness to, is the one leaving all that behind. The Lexy Chapel you’re going to witness is the one with the killer instinct to get the job done no matter what she’s got to do. The Lexy Chapel you’re going to witness is the one who shows Damien Adams that he’s wasted his entire life fighting for pathetic little toy belts in small time nothing companies, and Lexy Chapel is all about fighting for the biggest, shiniest titles in the biggest companies in the world. Well, here I am. I’m on the number one brand. I’m already one half of the number one tag team. And Dre, when Monday night is over I want to be able to tell the world I’m the number one bitch in the Evolution Division.”

She grins at the camera again. “Lucas took your girl and he sucked face with her all over the country. I know that upset you. Now Lucas’s protégé is going to take your title and she’s… probably not going to suck face with it, that would be weird and a little creepy, but she’s sure going to make sure you watch her kissing it with pride every chance she’s got,” she says, looking at the tag title on one shoulder before rubbing the other shoulder. “It’ll look good right here, don’t you think? You shouldn’t have ever gotten in our business, Andre. You, Alicia Silverstone, and your whole little gang shouldn’t have ever gotten in our business. You should have just left well enough alone. If you had then nobody would have felt compelled to make this match. If you had nobody would have felt compelled to put the title on the line. If you’d just been a good boy then you’d be strolling in to Riot this week and facing… someone who wasn’t going to take your title away from you for kicks. But you didn’t. Your stupid friends had to get involved. Now you’re going to wish they hadn’t. You see we’re not called ‘Wicked Intent’ because we’re sweet little girls who have only the best thoughts and the nicest of intentions. We’re called Wicked Intent because this Monday night Something Wicked This Way Comes, and it carries with it and invitation to the Superkick Soiree. So as we go into Monday night remember, Lexy Chapel comes with Explicit Content. Lexy Chapel comes with Wicked Intent. And Lexy Chapel intends to leave your new Evolution Champion.”

She pauses for a long moment before laughing to herself. For a moment she seems so strong and then for just a moment it looks as though she may break down. She manages to hold it together and force a smile back on her face again. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t know where I came from. But I know where I want to be. Nothing is going to stop me from getting there. Do you hear me?” she asks before taking a deep breath. “If you believe in me then hit the subscribe button so you can be sure to catch the celebratory party. If you don’t believe in me and you think I’m doomed to failure then leave a comment, so I can tell you that you’re a pathetic little keyboard warrior who should go fuck himself. Then I can disappoint you by proving you wrong. You know by now, but I’m going to tell you again anyway. I’ve been Lexy Chapel, and this has been the Chapel Show. Until next time, fuckers!”

She winks at the camera before patting the IWC Tag title with pride. The scene then slowly fades out and the video ends as the replay button flashes up on the screen.