THE CHAPEL SHOW
Episode: S02E12
Date: 16/08/2015

The video begins and we find ourselves in the home of Lexy Chapel, Nate Chapel and Kat Kelly in Thousand Oaks where we see a shot of Lexy sitting on the couch cuddled up against her husband, her head on his shoulder, seemingly fast asleep. She looks peaceful, and looks as though she’s not just napping but is completely asleep. We hear Kat whispering from behind the camera to Nate, who’s sitting there looking at her. Whatever is on the TV has obviously been muted but the flickering light in the room is clearly coming from the television. “Do you think she’s really asleep?”

“Oh yeah,” Nate says with a nod and a mischievous grin. “I told you she’d fall asleep, didn’t I? She said she wanted to get an early night, plus I kept her up half the night last night…”

He grins proudly. Kat’s response from behind the camera, while only a whisper, implies she’s less happy about the situation from the tone. “Yeah, I know,” she says before sighing. Her tone picks up to a more excited one however. “You’re in on this, right? After all the shit she’s pulled on me this is revenge time. But what if she wakes up?”

“She won’t wake up,” Nate promises her, grinning again. “Trust me, when she’s asleep she’ll sleep through anything. And she is going to freak out when she wakes up. You know what she’s like when it comes to her looks…”

“I know, that’s why she should be thankful I’m doing this at home where nobody is going to see,” Kat says happily before taking a few steps away. She seems to position the camera on top of something so it continues to film a sleeping Lexy while Kat steps in front of the camera revealing a makeup kit in her hands. She grins at the camera and carefully positions herself so that she’s not blocking the view of the sleeping Lexy from the camera, but begins to pull out what seems like a black grease pencil. She draws huge domes over Lexy’s eyes and a huge smile on her face with the pencil before beginning to fill the outlines in with white makeup before adding some white powder on top. We continue to watch as she then reaches for some rouge and spreads it over Lexy’s cheeks and nose and then finally begins to draw lipstick on her when she begins to wake up. Nate, meanwhile, is guilty of helping Kat, taking the makeup from her and putting it away when she’s done while trying to keep still so Lexy doesn’t wake up. The whole thing is sped up on video and only takes about a minute, but seems to take at least twice that in real life before Lexy is left looking literally like a clown. Kat then rushes to sit down while we return to normal speed and Nate gently prods his wife.

“She’s going to kill you,” Nate says, trying not to laugh. Kat just sits there grinning innocently. “Lex, babe? Time for bed.”

“What?” Lexy mutters, clearly still half-asleep.

“I said it’s time for bed, babe,” Nate tells her softly. “C’mon, the movie’s over and you’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow…”

Lexy stretches a little as she begins to wake up, rubbing her face and smearing the makeup without realising it before opening her eyes enough to look at her hands in confusion. She just rubs the makeup off her hands without even realising what’s happening, causing Kat to almost burst out laughing again, and gets up off the couch as Nate stands up as well. “What time is it?” Lexy asks softly.

“It’s late,” Nate tells her gently. “C’mon, let’s get you up to bed. You go up, I’ll be up in a second…”

“Ok,” Lexy mutters, kissing him softly before stumbling away, clearly still half-asleep. We hear her leaving the room before Kat jumps off the couch and moves closer to Nate. Then we hear an almighty scream coming from the hallway and what sounds like Lexy falling over. When she reappears at the doorway she looks pissed off. “WHAT THE FUCK?! Which one of you did this? You KNOW I hate clowns! I just walked past the fucking mirror and almost wet myself!”

Kat bursts out laughing. “But you look so happy…”

“That’s it, you’re dead,” Lexy tells her partner before charging at her. Nate grabs Lexy, lifting her up off her feet on his shoulders as Lexy continues lunging toward Kat, trying to grab hold of her, while Kat almost falls over from laughing so much. “Put me down. I swear I’m going to murder her.”

“Everything you say when you look like that just sounds like a joke,” Kat tells her, still laughing uncontrollably. “Did you want me to get you your squirty flower?”

“Oh, bitch, I will rip out your eyes,” Lexy screams at her as Nate literally carries her out of the room. We see Kat continuing to laugh before she walks over and grabs the camera. We then cut to the bedroom upstairs where Lexy is glaring at herself in the mirror, and we see a pile of makeup removal wipes in front of her that seems to be ever growing in volume, which is extra concerning considering how much of the makeup is still left on Lexy’s face. Kat is clearly the one filming again because Nate is standing in between the two of them, looking ready to catch Lexy if she lunges for Kat again. “What the fuck did you use, this stuff won’t come off properly! Oh god, I have a meeting tomorrow, if I’m stuck looking like a clown…”

“You never know, maybe the people you’re meeting need cheering up,” Kat suggests, still clearly amused by everything. “You don’t know how good it is to see you smiling again after the last few weeks…”

“That’s it, keep laughing Kelly, you think this is funny now but just you wait…” Lexy says before trailing off and looking like she’s about to cry. “Oh god, it’s never going to come off! I hate you both!”

We cut from Lexy on the verge of tears, clearly not seeing the funny side, to what seems to be a hotel room in, based upon the decoration, somewhere in Tokyo, Japan. Lexy, without the clown makeup this time, sits in the middle of the bed with the IWC Tag Team Championship next to her as she looks into the camera. She’s dressed in a t-shirt that reads ‘I’m Big In Japan’ on the front and has a grin on her face. “What’s up fuckers? I’m Lexy Chapel, this the Chapel Show and by fucking god, we’ve gone international,” she says, motioning around the room. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in Japan, and I’d like to say it’s good to be back but honestly I can’t say I really missed the fact that you can buy everything you need in life – and so many things you don’t, including used girls underwear, which always crept me out – from vending machines here. Seriously Japan, you’ve got a sickness when it comes to schoolgirls. Seek help. That said,Kat and I were considering playing into your fetishes tomorrow night and dressing up like schoolgirls for the match but then we realised that we’re facing Selena Frost, one of the biggest bitches in all of pro-wrestling, so really we probably don’t need any actual help being the popular team, we’ve already got every locker room in the Triad behind us!”

She lets out a long sigh and nods her head slowly. “I know that’s probably hurtful to her ego considering she actually thinks people like her, but… well, we all know how true it is, don’t we? If you ever need proof of that just listen to the reaction whenever she tweets some shit about her and her fiancée. Honestly, you can actually HEAR people not giving a fuck. It’s amazing,” she says before rolling her eyes. “But I’ll get to the subject of Selena Frost later, really I’d prefer to avoid it for now because I’m actually in a good mood and talking about that gold hungry whore really only upsets me… as it does anyone else who’s ever had the displeasure of facing her, or listening to her speak, or reading one of her tweets… or really just knowing about her in general. Before then I want to talk to you about a few different subjects, most notably the fact that we’re in fucking Japan right now! Now I know for a lot of the people in this company that probably doesn’t mean a lot because… well, most of you are self-absorbed assholes who are well practiced in saying what you think you need to say while thinking the entire world worships you. But honestly, put aside your egotistical self-views for a moment and listen because I’m about to impart some wisdom on you that you’ll thank me for later. This show this week is taking place in the Tokyo Dome, where all the very biggest events in Japanese wrestling history have been held.”

“To anyone on the IWC roster to whom that means nothing – because you’re likely thinking that no Japanese event could possibly compare to the majesty and prestige of an American event because after all America is number one, right? Fucking twats – you need to educate yourselves before tomorrow night. I know what a struggle that will be considering you’re uneducated now and there are smarter kindergarteners with better world views than most of you, but just do yourselves a favour and try, because this is a country in which professional wrestling means something,” she says, nodding her head slowly with a smile slowly growing on her face. “I remember my first time in Japan. It was to watch Union Jack – Damien Adams, the guy I once believed to be my father – compete here, teaming with Jacky Knight in what was a losing effort to the Extreme Japan Tag Team Champions. Now before that night I’d seen a lot of Union Jack matches, I’d seen a lot of Jacky Knight matches, and I’d seen a lot of matches with them as a team, but before that night I had never seen the kind of beating that either man took, and it gave me a respect for Japanese wrestling that extends far beyond my respect for Japan itself. That was a level of respect I carried into my first ever match in Japan, last year, in an environment I will never forget.”

For once, while reminiscing about her career before her IWC debut, Lexy actually looks happy to be thinking about something, rather than the normal disdain she has on her face when she thinks back to her days sleeping in the back of her car and barely earning anything for pouring her heart out for a company she now notably seems to despise. “Now I know I went to America in the first place to break into a market that neither my mother, nor ‘Union Jack’, ever managed to break into, but there’s one thing that I can say definitively about the American wrestling fans, and American wrestlers: there’s no goddamn respect. You guys know that’s always bugged me, don’t you? It’s hardly a new subject with me. But here’s the thing: in Japan there actually is. Wrestling fans in Japan actually respect you. They don’t get drunk and tell you to take your clothes off during matches. They don’t have their managers interfere in matches, drop you on title belts and then hug and celebrate like assholes. Yeah, no surprise I haven’t forgotten that bullshit. They actually RESPECT you,” she says strongly before a smile comes across her face. “Well, they respect MOST of us. They respect those who’ve paid their dues. There’s a whole culture here in Japan of earning your way, of respecting those who came before you, of training with the veterans of this business and learning from them, not disrespecting them and thinking you immediately know better. Hmm, does that remind you of anyone else?”

As if to prove her point she nods toward the nightstand where we see a photograph of Wicked Intent alongside their mentors. “Yeah, that’s right, in this country they respect those who’ve done things the right way, and while Kat and I may have made our names in this company by showing the same level of disrespect for others that they’ve shown for us we damn sure have done things the right way otherwise,” she says proudly. “Here in Japan, before you can even step foot in that ring and compete you’ve got to prove yourself in the dojos, you’ve got to train hard, you’ve got to show what you’ve got to the veterans, and if that isn’t what Wicked Intent are all about then damn, I don’t know what is. Kat spent her first year training hard, proving what she had, getting into amazing shape and training with one of the best. I spent the first year of my career busting my ass, competing for nothing, honing my skills and preparing myself for the big leagues, and that’s the kind of culture we were both brought up in when it comes to this business. Now that isn’t to say that there will be a Tokyo Dome full of Wicked Intent fans tomorrow night, but there will be a Tokyo Dome full of wrestling fans who have the same respect for this business, and for the traditions in it, that we have. That means tomorrow night we get to compete in front of an audience that cares not just about being the World Champion, but about this sport, and about the value of these titles…”

Lexy lifts up the IWC Tag Team Championship and looks at it for a moment before looking back to the camera. “Can you even imagine that? A culture that respects tag team wrestling! A culture that respects teamwork, unity and commitment! That’s insane, especially when you consider our challengers are not only not teammates but they’re not even friends, and… well shit, when was the last time we even faced an actual other tag team? Yet again we’re defending our belts against a ragtag pairing, not a tag team, and everyone in the Tokyo Dome tomorrow night is going to know that,” she says before admiring the IWC Tag Team title again. “And tomorrow night Wicked Intent go from being at the top of the tag division in IWC to breaking out on the WORLD stage! We’re taking these belts and we’re defending them in an environment so many will never get the honour of competing in, and we’re putting our names amongst the greatest tag teams the world has ever known. Japan is going to remember us, and this t-shirt I’m wearing may have started out this morning as a joke but next time we come back here Wicked Intent will be big in Japan, and that isn’t just good for us, that’s good for all of you as well because we’re showing tradition is alive and well in IWC, and that teamwork and unity isn’t optional in our tag division, it’s a minimum requirement!”

She pauses for a moment before laughing a little. “Hmm, I had more to say but that actually works as a pretty good segue for you guys this week, because if there’s one thing we’ve shown since we walked through the door here it’s that Kat and me know what teamwork is all about… but honestly guys, we’re very different people. I know you may not think that when we’re rocking your jaws and welcoming you with a personal invitation to attend the Superkick Soiree but it’s true, we’re very different people and sometimes we don’t always agree. That’s kind of the subject of the show this week. Now I know how this business works. Believe me, I know better than anyone how this business works because I’ve spent my whole damn life in it. And I know how easy it can be to have a clash of personalities with someone, but sometimes – more often than you’d think, actually – those clashes of personality lead to irreparable differences between competitors who end up going their separate ways,” she says, laughing as though she doesn’t even need to name names as examples to prove that given the history of so many in IWC. “So, what happened when Kat and I actually disagreed? Now that’s an interesting story. Brace yourselves guys, could you be about to see the end of Wicked Intent?”

We cut from the hotel room in Japan back to a scene, which must have been filmed some time earlier. The video seems to be taking place in the Thousand Oaks home of Wicked Intent, where Lexy storms in through the door of the lounge with the camera off to the side pointed at the majority of the room. Following her in, seemingly in the midst of a disagreement, is Lucas Knight. “Lexy, I’m only going to say this once. I love you like a little sister, but don’t you dare walk off on me like that again,” he says sternly, clearly pissed off at her. She has her back to him and her arms folded, obviously sulking angrily. “This isn’t something you can walk away from. This whole situation is getting fucking ridiculous, do you hear me?”

“Yeah, it’s hard not to hear you with you shouting at me,” Lexy says angrily, still with her back to him. She turns around however, now with her back to the camera, and points at him accusingly. “What right do you have to tell me what to do anyway? You burst into my house to tell me off like I’m a little child. I’m not a child Lucas!”

“Then why do I feel like I’ve spent the last few days cleaning up your messes and babysitting you like you are?” he snaps back at her. “There comes a time when someone has to say enough is enough, and that time has been and fucking gone already! What the hell was that shit you pulled last week, huh? You can’t tell me you didn’t think anyone would notice considering you posted it on the fucking Internet for the entire world to see! Did you think you were being clever? Is that what this is about? Do you think this whole thing is somehow smart? It’s not.”

“So what am I supposed to do, huh? Just stop caring?” she asks, clearly upset still. “Yeah, I can’t do that Lucas. You might be able to stop giving a fuck about your family but I’m not able to stop caring about mine!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lucas responds angrily. “You think I don’t care about my family, after all the shit I’ve done for them?”

“Oh, I don’t know, which one of us lost his fucking son? Sure wasn’t me,” Lexy snaps at him and Lucas just glares at her in disbelief. Even Lexy seems to realise she’s gone too far and backs down at the look in her mentor’s eyes. For a moment it looks as though Lucas is about to hit her, the rage in his eyes seems likely to explode at any moment, and instead of hitting her instead he punches the door to the living room hard enough to leave a huge dent in the middle of it. Lexy backs away, clearly knowing she’s crossed a line. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Shut up, just… shut up,” Lucas says threateningly before taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. “This shit has gone too far, do you hear me? This has been going on long enough and it ends, now!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” Lexy says again, pleading apologetically. “I just… I was angry and… I take it back, ok? I take it back.”

“It ends, now,” Lucas repeats sternly.

Lexy clearly doesn’t want to agree to that however considering her general unease. “I… I can’t just forget about this though,” she says sheepishly, well aware of how pissed off her mentor remains at her. “I need to know, Lucas. I need to know. I’m going crazy, ok? I can’t sleep properly anymore. All I keep thinking about is whether or not it’s true. I mean, what if he is my dad? I can’t just ignore that…”

The veteran Brit looks angry again, but paces back and forth for a moment, once again seemingly trying to calm himself. “It’s getting in the way. This obsession of yours is getting in the way of everything and quite frankly I’m at the point now where I don’t give a fuck if he is your father or not. Have you actually stopped to consider for a moment what happens if you do confront him? There’s a damn good chance that he’ll tell you he never slept with your mum at all, and then you’re back to square one anyway, but… what if he says he did? What if he is your father? Then what, huh? What happens next? You’re going to move up to Canada and get to know him? You’re going to go on camping trips with him and bake fucking cookies with him? No, you’re not Lexy. The guy is a fucking asshole! Even if he is your father he’s missed your entire goddamn life, and he has nothing to offer you. Do you hear me?” he asks before glaring at her again. “Yeah, maybe you hear me but do you understand me? He has nothing to offer you! There is no scenario here which works out well. That’s why you need to drop the whole thing already before someone ends up getting hurt.”

“You mean before he gets hurt… or before I do?” she asks sheepishly.

Lucas crosses his arms as he continues glaring at her. “What do you think I mean?” he asks sternly. “There is no happy ending here Lex. The best thing you can do – best for you, best for me, best for all of us and even best for him – is just to forget about the whole thing.”

He turns to begin to walk away when Lexy asks a question that stops him. “Would you?” she asks nervously. He turns back around to look at her again as she nervously sways from side to side. “Seriously, if you were in my position would you just forget about it?”

“If it meant choosing between my friends and my career or some fantasy then yes, I would just forget about it,” he says confidently. He turns his head, looking at the house. “Look at everything you’ve got, Lex. End of last year you were living in a shoebox apartment in a flea-infested building, you were getting paid a few hundred bucks a show if you were lucky, you were fighting unknown wannabes and guys who never were in the first place, and you said yourself you were miserable. Now look at what you’ve got. You’re one half of the tag team champions of a major brand in wrestling, you’re on the fast track to becoming one of the most recognisable faces on that brand, you’ve got the world at your feet and… are you seriously willing to throw it all away?”

Lexy shifts from side to side before looking back up at him again. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a reality check, love,” he says sternly. “I don’t think I really need to threaten you, do I?”

“I don’t know, do you?” she asks nervously. “Is that what its come down to, Lucas? It’s your way or the highway? Either I do what you tell me to do or you’ll ruin me? You made me so you’ll destroy me, is that it?”

He scoffs and shakes his head before. “I’m not saying that. We’re not at that stage… yet. But if you keep doing this shit, if you can’t just learn to forget about fucking Alex Desoubrais, then who knows, maybe that’s where we’ll get to,” he says angrily. “If it’s easier for you to make a decision with those stakes you’re more than welcome to believe in them.”

Lexy gets a little more defiant again, obviously upset by that idea. “Would you really do that?” she asks. “Would you really ‘destroy’ me if I don’t let it go? What are you going to do to me Lucas, are you going to beat me down and have someone pin me and proclaim themselves the new Tag Champion?”

Lucas glares again. “Don’t start this with me Lexy,” he warns. “You don’t want to go there with me right now.”

“What?” she asks innocently. “I can’t even ask questions now?”

“It was a lot more than a fucking question and you know it,” he snaps at her. “We both know why I came here, and it wasn’t for this. You need to cut the shit. No more talking about it on YouTube, no more using my goddamn badge to get yourself close enough to conduct fake interviews, just cut the shit. This is your last warning.”

 She takes a deep breath and gets even more defiant. “What happens if I don’t listen?”

“I don’t need to answer that because you’re going to listen,” Lucas tells her sternly. “This ends now. No more. This is the last time we talk about it, are we clear?”

She nods her head nervously. “Yeah, I think we’re clear,” she says softly. Lucas walks out of the room and we hear the sound of the front door slamming shut behind him. Once the door shuts Lexy finally starts to breathe normally again, having seemingly been holding her breath until then, and looks over her shoulder toward the camera, noticing it obviously recorded the part of the conversation that took place in the living room. “Err, babes? Did you leave the camera on?”

“Yeah, I wanted to document things… just in case,” Nate tells her lovingly. “This is getting serious babe. You need to think about what you’re going to do.”

“I know what I’m going to do babes,” she tells him softly before letting out a long sigh. “I don’t think I have any other choice…”

We cut from the lounge to the bedroom where we find Lexy, dressed in a new top but the same pants as before, is packing up a bag. Nate is filming the scene, filming her slowly packing up everything she’s putting in the bag, before finally breaking the silence. “So… what are you going to do when you get there?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t figured it out yet,” she says before turning to look past the camera at her husband behind it. “Look, I know what the stakes are, ok? Don’t try to tell me. Lucas made it pretty fucking clear. And I love him, I really do. I’m so grateful for everything he’s done for me but I’m not going to let him control my entire life because of that. I might owe him but that doesn’t mean he can control my thoughts.”

“Just think about it a little longer before you keep packing, would you?” Nate asks nervously. Lexy looks hurt. “Look, I’m not saying you shouldn’t go to Canada. You want to find out the truth. That much is obvious. But babe, just think about everything you’re putting at risk for a minute, ok? What if Lucas does take this the wrong way?”

“He won’t,” Lexy says, shaking her head.

“Yeah, but what if he does?” Nate asks again, clearly not as certain as his wife. “He was right about how much has changed since you signed for IWC. He was a big part of that.”

“He opened the door, I was the one who did the work,” Lexy reminds her husband proudly. “Yeah, ok, without Lucas I wouldn’t have met Kat and we wouldn’t be tag champions and all of that, and there’s no doubt I’m grateful for that, but sometimes I think he forgets it’s us that did all the work. Sometimes I think a lot of people forget that! And besides, I’ve known Lucas my whole life – literally, my whole life – and I know I shouldn’t have said what I was about Caleb but… I don’t think he’d really do anything to me.”

“Are you packing already?” Kat asks as she walks by the bedroom door. “Wow, you’re keen. You know we’re not even meant to leave for a few days, right? I can’t wait to experience Japan either but… I mean I haven’t even figured out what I’m taking yet.”

“This isn’t for Japan,” Lexy tells her friend without saying anything more.

Kat looks at Nate behind the camera, obviously reading something we can’t see off his face, and then at the bag again before letting out a long sigh. “Oh god Lex, if it’s not Japan you’re packing for then where the hell are you going?” she asks, looking back at Nate, then at Lexy again, then at Nate once more before shaking her head. “No. No! You can’t do this! We’re leaving for Japan soon! You’re going to Canada, aren’t you? Fuck Lex, I thought we talked about this! You said you were going to let it go. You said you wanted to focus on Awakening. You promised me this wouldn’t be a problem!”

“It’s not a problem,” Lexy promises her partner. “It’s not a problem, ok? Look, there’s still a bunch of time until we’re even meant to be in Japan, right? What, are you worried I’m going to forget the time difference and miss the show? Do I look that stupid to you? God, I know I’m blonde but…”

“Do you want to know what I’m worried about?” Kat asks in complete seriousness. “I’m worried that you’re becoming obsessed over this. I’m worried that you’re getting so obsessed over this whole thing with CHBK that you’re not thinking clearly, and I’m worried you’re going to do something stupid.”

“Oh great, so you’re calling this stupid too?” Lexy asks defensively.

“That’s not what I said,” Kat tells her. “I said—”

“Did Lucas send you?” Lexy asks with a paranoid look.

Kat just looks confused. “Why would Lucas send me?”

“Did you talk to him? Did he tell you what he said? He wants me to forget about the whole thing, and I can’t do that Kat. I can’t! Do you think I haven’t tried? I’ve tried! I’ve tried really fucking hard to forget everything but I can’t! I just… I need to know the truth,” the redhead tells her friend with a pained expression on her face. “I need to find out the truth and… and… I don’t even care if Lucas doesn’t like it!”

“Did he say he doesn’t like it?” Kat asks.

“He said… he said I should forget about it before someone gets hurt but I can’t Kat, I just can’t. I need to know if he’s my dad,” she says, looking clearly upset. “It’s like… it’s like I don’t even know who I am ever since this whole thing happened, you know? I thought I was this… I thought I knew everything about me, right? I thought I understood where I came from, and who I was, and then suddenly it’s like the whole rug got ripped out from underneath me and now I don’t know anything anymore. And all I keep thinking about is whether or not he’s my dad. If I can just find out…”

Kat lets out a sigh. “So what are you going to do?”

Lexy shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ll think of something when I get there,” she says before looking around the room for something else. As she walks back toward the suitcase Kat pulls the cover over it so Lexy can’t pack up anything else. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping you,” Kat tells her friend. “Someone’s got to.”

“Stopping me? You’re stopping me? You can’t stop me Kat. I need to do this,” she tells her, almost obsessively. “Besides, I thought of all people you’d be the one who understood.”

“I do understand,” Kat tells her supportively, “but you’re going too far. We’re leaving for Japan in a few days. You promised me that this thing with CHBK wouldn’t be a problem for Awakening, remember? Lucas and Trin already lost their titles, I don’t want to see us losing ours as well, and if you don’t start focusing on what’s important—”

“So you’re saying this isn’t important?” Lexy asks angrily.

“That’s not what I—” Kat begins before Lexy cuts her off.

“No, that IS what you said! You said that I need to focus on what’s important, implying that this isn’t important, but it IS fucking important! This is the most important thing in the world to me right now. I need to know the truth,” Lexy tells her friend, forcing her hand off the cover so she can remove it and continue packing. Kat, perhaps out of desperation to stop her friend, pulls the bag off the bed and spills the contents on the floor. “What the fuck?”

“Look, I didn’t want to do that, but—” Kat begins before Lexy shoves her. “What was that for?”

“For throwing my damn stuff on the floor. For not supporting me! For being a bitch! You choose one,” Lexy snaps at her angrily. “I can’t believe you’re pulling this shit on me. Seriously, do you think I’m going to let you down? Have I ever let you down? I don’t want to lose the titles, but there’s something I’ve got to do before I go to Japan.”

“Do it after,” Kat suggests angrily. “It’s not like there’s a time limit on this Lex. Fuck, he’s still going to be there in a few weeks. It’s not like a week or two is going to make any goddamn difference at this point anyway. You need to focus on what’s in front of you first. That means the tag titles. That means Marina and Selena at Awakening. Get your head out of—”

“Ok, I see how it is,” Lexy snaps at her. “Is this the way it’s going to be? It’s fucking fine for YOU to have issues and want to resolve them, to travel around the fucking world to meet your family, but not for me? Is that what you’re telling me? It’s fucking different for you? It’s NOT different for you Kat. This shit is important to me!”

“More important than the IWC Tag titles?” Kat asks seriously. “More important than Wicked Intent?”

Lexy hesitates but seems unable to give an answer. She leans down and picks up her bag and everything that fell out and begins putting it all back in again. “I’ll be there for the fucking show,” she says angrily. “I can’t believe you still don’t trust me…”

“I’m looking out for the team,” Kat says defensively.

“No, you’re looking out for YOURSELF, because you’re a fucking self-absorbed bitch just like the rest of them and the only thing that matters to you is yourself,” Lexy snaps, clearly having lost her temper. “Well you know what? Fuck you! Fuck you and fuck Lucas for threatening me and… and… I’m going to Canada and there’s nobody who can stop me!”

“If you leave…” Kat begins, perhaps stopping because she thinks better of it or perhaps stopping because she doesn’t actually have a threat to follow that up with. Whatever the reason she hesitates however, Lexy doesn’t.

“If I leave then what?” she shouts angrily. “Are YOU going to turn on me? Is that what this is about? It’s YOUR way or the highway as well? Fuck you, Kat!”

“Ladies, ladies,” Nate says, finally stepping in now things are getting too serious between the friends.

“Stay out of this,” Kat snaps at Nate.

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Lexy screams defensively when it comes to her husband. The camera shuts off at that point while the two Wicked Intent members seem about to come to blows with Nate apparently the only voice of reason…

We don’t get to see exactly what happened between Kat and Lexy, but Nate holds a camera filming the aftermath. In the aftermath the house seems very, very quiet and Lexy’s belongings are scattered across the bedroom floor as though thrown there during the disagreement, perhaps from Kat trying to stop Lexy from continuing to pack again. There’s also a broken clock on the floor, knocked off the dresser during whatever struggle there was. Nate films the scene in silence before we hear his footsteps going down the hallway and up a flight of stairs we’ve not seen before. He opens the door at the top and the sunlight immediately causes the camera to readjust. When it does we find he seems to be standing on the roof, and Lexy is sitting on the edge of the room with her legs hanging over the side. “You ok babe?” Nate calls out to her as he begins to make his way over toward her. “Goddamn, we’re high up here…”

“You should go downstairs,” Lexy says softly. She has notable red mark on her cheek, presumably from being slapped by her partner. “The last thing we need is you falling off the roof and more medical bills. Seriously, I can’t believe how much that stuff cost the last time you fell out of the window…”

“Hey, in my defence… at least we cleared that debt when you got the job in IWC,” he says before sighing. “Seriously, are you ok?”

Lexy just shrugs her shoulders and continues sitting there. “I don’t know,” she admits before sighing and looking up at him with a look of confusion on her face. “I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even know what to do about it. I just… I want things to go back to normal, you know? I just want everything to go back to the way it used to be.”

“Yeah, I know,” Nate says lovingly, carefully sitting down beside her while mumbling something about the need for crash mats on the ground below if Lexy is going to come up here any more often than she apparently already does. “There’s a problem with that though babe. It’s pretty hard to go back to the way things were once they’ve changed.”

“I never asked for them to change,” Lexy complains before sighing again. “I never asked for any of this. I just… I wanted stuff to… god, nothing’s been the same since my fucking dad—I mean, Damien…”

“You mean your dad,” Nate says supportively.

“Yeah, only he’s not my dad and that’s the problem,” Lexy says sadly. “I wish he was. I wish he was my dad and none of this shit had ever happened. I don’t want to argue with Lucas. I definitely don’t want to argue with Kat. She’s my best friend. I don’t know how I’d do this without her. But, after Lucas said… FUCK!”

Nate laughs at his wife’s random outburst. “Yeah, you said it,” he says jokingly. “Feel better?”

“Not yet,” Lexy says with a sigh before taking a deep breath. “FUCKING SHITTING FUCKITY FUCK FUCK SHIT COCK BALLS ASS MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE SHITTING COCKSUCKING FUCK!”

Nate can’t help but laugh. “You know we have neighbours,” he reminds her gently.

“I know,” she says with a shrug, almost uncaringly. “What are they going to do, sue me? Maybe they’ll threaten me as well…”

“Kat didn’t threaten you babe,” Nate reminds her. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this but she was just trying to look out for you. She was trying to look out for both of you. Plus you did promise her your focus would be on Awakening…”

“And it is,” Lexy says before realising she’s lying. “It will be. It… oh god Nate, what the fuck is wrong with me? Do you realise I haven’t slept properly in weeks? I can’t stop thinking about this, and even when I do finally get to sleep I end up dreaming about it! And even in the dreams it’s not good either. I mean I know there can’t be any kind of relationship between him and me even if he is my father, but… but what if he is my father, you know? I can’t just ignore it either! I don’t know what to do… tell me what to do!”

“You want me to tell you what to do?” he asks in disbelief. “You’re seriously leaving this up to me?”

“Yeah, why is that so surprising?” Lexy asks him with confusion.

“Because you always tell me my decisions are stupid?” Nate asks, still trying to figure out if she’s trying to trick him.

“Well in my defence babes, and I say this because I love you… your decisions normally are really stupid,” Lexy tells him before smiling at him lovingly. “But seriously, this one is up to you. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it?”

“So, tell you what you want to hear or tell you what I really think?” he asks before laughing at the reaction he gets from her. “What? I’m just trying to figure out what you’re really asking me here. Ok, you want to know what I think you should do? I think you should make up with Kat. I think you should apologise. I think you should tell her how stressed you are, tell her how miserable you are, and… well, maybe when this whole thing is over you two can find out together!”

Lexy laughs and shakes her head. “You think she’d help me?” she asks before sighing. “I can’t ask her to do that. Lucas would just want to kill her too.”

“Well he can’t kill you both,” Nate says suggestively.

Lexy shakes her head again. “I don’t want to get her in trouble.”

“Well just talk to her. You two are a team, remember? You’re a team inside the ring, you’re a team outside the ring, and if you’d ever listen to reason you’d make an amazing team in the bedroom as well,” he tells her. Her reaction is to punch him. He just laughs. “What? You know I’m right! One day you’re going to find out and you’ll be like ‘well shit, Nate was right all along, we should have done this ages ago’.”

“And then you’ll wake up and realise you’ve made a mess in your boxer shorts,” Lexy tells him with faux-sweetness.

“Aw, babe, you think I have any left for wet dreams? I use it all up with you…”

“Aw, that’s… really gross… or sweet… or both,” Lexy says, trying to decide if she’s complimented or crept out.

“Let’s just say sweet, and then you can give me a reward later for being such an adorable husband,” he says with a grin. “But first, you need to decide what you’re going to do. What do you say? Apologise to Kat, make up with her, put this whole thing behind you and figure out what to do as a team?”

She seems to consider it for a moment. “Ok. Do you know where she went?”

“I have no fucking idea, she stormed out and then I was too busy trying to calm you down,” Nate tells her. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll show up eventually…”

We cut from the rooftop to the inside of the house as we see Lexy in the kitchen with her arms crossed looking at the stove clearly unhappily. Nate is once again behind the camera and Lexy looks over at him with a disapproving look. “Must you always film me when this happens?” she asks before letting out a long sigh. “I seriously don’t know how this happened.”

“Neither do I, you were doing so well as well,” Nate says, laughing happily. “And yes babe, I must always film you because it’s always funny! Seriously, we should do a Chapel Show Cooking Special at some point and put together all the clips of you trying to cook and see just how many lovely looking meals you’ve butchered!”

“It’s the kitchen, not me,” Lexy says defensively. “It’s the fucking kitchen’s fault! It’s doing this to me. I followed the instructions this time, I swear to god I did. I didn’t even try to improvise or anything. I did exactly what it said in the book and look… the fucking kitchen did it!”

The sound of the front door opening is heard and Nate rushes from the kitchen to the living room, filming Kat as she walks into the house with a bottle of wine in hand. She looks over at Nate as she takes off her shoes. “Is Lexy still here or did she go to Canada?”

“She’s still here,” Nate says softly. “You got wine?”

“Yeah I… where is she?”

We don’t see exactly what happens behind the camera but presumably Nate nods or points her in the right direction and we see her walking down toward the kitchen. Lexy walks out, almost walking into her tag team partner in the process, and the two just stand there awkwardly for a moment before both speak at once. “I just wanted to—” they both say in unison before both stop and then both speak again. “No, you go first. Ok I…”

“Fuck. You go first,” Kat tells Lexy.

“No you go first,” Lexy insists nervously.

“Please I insist,” Kat says again, offering Lexy the chance.

The redhead takes a deep breath before blurting out her apology. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say what I said. I was a complete bitch and—”

“No, I’m sorry, I know what you’re going through and I should have been more supportive,” Kat says before the two of them start talking over the top of each other to the point that we can no longer make out the individual sentences and they just merge into one high pitched mess. After they’ve both said whatever they needed to say they both hug again and Nate lets out a happy sigh from behind the camera. Kat looks over at him again. “What?”

“Just happy to see you two back on the same page again,” he says happily. Kat smiles and continues hugging Lexy before we hear Nate whispering encouragingly. “Now… kiss!”

Lexy flips him off while still hugging Kat. Kat just ignores him before sniffing the air a little. “Wait, did you make pasta?” she asks, seemingly a little impressed. “And is that… oh wow, did you make my grandma’s sauce? I love that sauce!”

“See, I knew you did, and I wanted to apologise properly and I thought I’d make it just the way you like but… um…” Lexy says before letting out a sigh. “I burned it.”

“You burned the sauce?” Kat asks in confusion. “How do you burn sauce?”

“The spaghetti,” Lexy admits, bowing her head. “I burned the spaghetti.”

“How the heck do you burn spaghetti?” Kat asks, laughing.

“It’s the fucking kitchen, I swear it hates me,” Lexy insists, pushing open the door. The two friends go inside almost like nothing ever happened again and Kat starts laughing as she seems the spaghetti, playing around with it before shaking her head. Lexy just shrugs. “Want to order in?”

“Eventually we’re going to have to teach you to cook food that humans can eat,” Kat tells her playfully. “But I bought wine, so at least we can get drunk while waiting for the takeout.”

“Oh, awesome, and it’s got alcohol in it, just the way I like it,” Lexy says playfully as she reaches for the glasses and pulls down three as Kat undoes the bottle of wine.

We cut back to the hotel in Japan where Lexy is looking at the camera. She shrugs her shoulders and grins. “What’s wrong, did you fear that was the end? Were you worried you were going to witness the implosion of the IWC Tag Team of the Year, your current, reigning and defending IWC Tag Team Champions, the Swamies of the Superkick, the hosts of the Superkick Soiree, and your heroes, Wicked Intent? Aw c’mon, you should have known better than that,” she says, still grinning. “Yes, it’s true, Kat and I had a disagreement and it got physical. The bitch slapped me! But like all truly great teams we came together, we overcame our problems, and we got stronger as a result of the conflict. And that’s what happens to great teams, ladies and gentlemen. Conflict makes us stronger. We don’t divide, we unify. And that is what separates us from every other team that’s challenged us, it’s what keeps us above and beyond the ragtag duos that IWC keeps throwing at us, and it’s why we keep overcoming everything in front of us. If you hoped you were about to witness the beginning of the end then I’m afraid you’re just going to have to keep wanting, we’re not going anywhere and neither are these beautiful tag team championship belts! That is a reality that I’m afraid the whole of the IWC is going to have to adjust to, but it’s a reality that Selena Frost and Marina Valad—err, what the fuck is her name again?”

She leans forward, as though reading something. “Valdivia? Is that how you say it? Fuck woman, why can’t you be Marina Swift or something fucking easy to say? Anyway, thank you imaginary director, you’ve been most helpful as always,” Lexy says before sitting up straight again. “As annoying as Marina’s last name may be however, nothing is more annoying than her association with the slime balls that she hangs around with. In fact I tell a lie, there is something more annoying than that, and that’s the very fact that someone somewhere decided this match this Sunday was even going to happen, let alone that it was going to be for the IWC Tag Team Championships. Now don’t get me wrong, Kat and me are fighting champions, a fact that we’ve proved by defending the goddamn championships more than once every other show since we captured them to begin with! We’re the hardest working tag team in IWC, which isn’t exactly much of an accomplishment considering I’m honestly beginning to wonder if we’re the ONLY tag team in IWC. Seriously guys, this is the third time now that we’ve been given some ragtag duo teaming up to come after us. Can you not find any actual teams? Can you not find any actual partners? Can you not even find anyone who are even friends? I mean come the fuck on now, this shit is getting ridiculous that you’re now teaming up enemies to fight us!”

“That is what’s happening here after all, am I right? Yes, I’ll save you the trouble of having to think of the answer, I am right! A few weeks ago Marina and Selena were enemies, on the opposite side of the ring, doing battle over the Queen of the Ring Championship. Now we all know how that ended, don’t we? It ended with Selena Frost thanking Wicked Intent for our help, help that she apparently needed, in getting the job done and claiming the championship, right? Right? Oh no wait, it didn’t. It ended with two pissed off bitches vowing revenge on us and deciding to put their differences aside and team up to come after us, and we know that you don’t like us ladies – we know that because we did everything in our power to ensure that that was the case – but let me ask you this very serious question. Do you even like each other enough to get alone long enough to win the titles?” she asks, reaching for the IWC Tag Team Championship and putting it over her shoulder happily. “Let me start with you, Marina. Do you like Selena Frost enough to get along with her long enough to take this title from us? I know you want to. I know you feel you deserve revenge. I know you feel you deserve payback on Wicked Intent for the damn dirty thing we did in costing you the Queen of the Ring Championship. I get that. I’d be upset to if someone cost me a championship… oh wait, they did.”

“Did you ever stop and ask yourself why we’d do it, Marina? Did you think it was just because we didn’t like you? Well, there’s an element of that to it I admit. Sure, Silverstone International and Wicked Intent have been clashing a few times. We even went so far as to try sweet-talking Alistair Taylor, to try and help him see sense, to try and help him see that there was no future with Alicia S—ah dammit, I did it again, Tabitha Silverstone – and Silverstone International. We tried to help him see the light, and he rejected our offer. It was a pity as well, here I thought he had more sense than that, but apparently I was wrong. And yes, Wicked Intent and Silverstone International have been getting in each other’s business lately, that cannot be denied, but it wasn’t that which cost you the Queen of the Ring Championship, Marina. No, it wasn’t that at all. It wasn’t our dislike for you, or your management team. It wasn’t our dislike for your inane tweeting. It wasn’t even the fact that you outwardly criticised your own manager on Twitter – in fact if anything that amused me, but only in a ‘goddamn this woman is a fucking idiot’ kind of way,” Lexy says before rolling her eyes. “No, it wasn’t any of that. The reason you lost the Queen of the Ring Championship to Selena Frost isn’t even because of us, in truth. The reason you lost the Queen of the Ring Championship Marina stands with you at ringside and cheers you on.”

“Yeah, that’s right, and let me spend a few minutes giving you some advice here that’s going to help you out in the long run. First off, don’t openly criticise your manager on social media, it makes you look like a brain-dead bitch! If you’ve got something to say use your word-hole and not your fingers to do the talking, call a private meeting, and sort out your issues away from the Internet, rather than plastering them all over it like a fucking dipshit. Now that that advice is given, advice I feel is very valuable given the circumstances, why don’t you take that advice, take Tabitha aside, and tell her the next time she fucks with me or Kat we’re going to be doing a lot more than costing you a championship,” Lexy says in an angry tone. “You see I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t forgotten my first singles championship opportunity. Now it’s true I’m a tag team girl, and as you’ve undoubtedly noticed tag team wrestling is my thing, that isn’t to say that I wasn’t very excited by the idea of holding my first major singles championship. It was an opportunity that came from nowhere, an opportunity put right in front of me, an opportunity that this tiny little girl busted her ass for in that ring, putting on a hell of a match against a guy twice her fucking size, only to have Tabitha screw me. Now is that fair? Is it fair that that bitch directly influenced the ending of my match, after all the hard work I put in? Is it fair that she cost me a championship?”

She shakes her head, doing so mockingly as though she’s encouraging Marina to come to the same conclusion, like Marina is five years old and Lexy is leading her with the answers on a test. “No? That’s right! No is the right answer,” she says playfully before shaking her head and letting the anger return. “No. No it’s not fucking fair. It wasn’t fair I put myself on the line to fight that annoying oaf you call a friend only to be screwed over by Tabitha. It wasn’t fair that I was dropped on the fucking title belt and my career could have been seriously affected. It wasn’t fair that I’ll always remember now that my first ever shot at the big time was ended by that bitch. What she did to me was not fair Marina, and therefore she is directly responsible for what happened to you. She cost me a title. We cost her a title. Was it fair that you had to suffer because of your manager’s bullshit? No, but as we’ve already established nothing in this entire situation regarding you is in any way fair! You’re a big girl though, plenty of experience, you should be able to shrug that shit right off, am I right? Besides, we outright screwed you in front of the television cameras, the live crowd and everyone in the back. Here, I’ll even make it even clearer, just in case there’s anyone who has any doubt left at this point: we, Wicked Intent, purposefully and maliciously cost Marina Valdivia her Queen of the Ring Championship. So, now everyone knows, you should have no problem getting yourself a rematch, am I right?”

“It’s ok, you don’t need to thank me, I’m the generous type – a fact you’d know about me if you bothered to get to know me at all, something which you and all the other fuckers around here didn’t bother with before they judged me either – so I don’t mind helping you out. I don’t mind clearing up any misconceptions. I don’t mind helping you get what should be rightfully yours, a rematch for the Queen of the Ring Championship. So, we’re all cleared up, and ladies and gentlemen it is my privilege to announce that Marina, because of her relationship and respect for Selena Frost, because of the controversial circumstances surrounding the ending, and because Selena Frost is just a good person, will be challenging for the IWC Queen of the Ring t—wait, what’s that imaginary director? She won’t be? Selena never offered her a rematch? IWC don’t seem to give a fuck that we screwed her? Oh, well isn’t that just unfortunate…” Lexy says, crossing her arms and pouting. She pretends to listen for a moment, nodding her head. “Ok, so what you’re saying is that rather than actually offering her a rematch, or any form of compensation for a title she lost that she actually cared about, Selena – being a gold hungry whore – approached her to team up so they could come after a different title instead? Yep, that sounds like the Selena Frost we all know and love! Goddamn Marina, it’s genuinely shocking that you even like her! Oh, that’s right, you don’t.”

“In fact, nobody does. Nobody likes that self-absorbed bitch. And now look at you, Marina. Now you’re being forced to team up with her with two possible paths in the road ahead to go down. Either you join together and win this match, wherein you’re stuck with having that fucking bitch around you for even longer – and I’m willing to bet even if that were the case you’d still not get a rematch out of her, probably because she’s too busy promoting a ULW tour or an SCW event to actually give a fuck about you – or you two team up and fail miserably, at which point at least you get to go your separate ways, while she holds that title up over her head and declares herself the best thing that ever existed. Wow, your life is just awesome! You have no idea how jelly I am…” she says mockingly. She sits there for a moment, a smile growing on her face some more. “You hate me right now, don’t you? Your blood is boiling, you’re filled with rage, you want to put me in my place, and based on what I know about you if there’s one bitch around here who can put me in my place then goddamn it might just be you! I mean goddamn, you’re an ‘All-Star’. You’ve got the experience without doubt, you’re resilient, you’re respected, you’ve even gotten a shot at the big prize before as well and had your chance at immortality by becoming World Champion. Yeah, if there’s a bitch around here who could shut my mouth it’s definitely you, but just remember Marina this isn’t my fault either. You know who’s to blame.”

Lexy grins evilly at the camera, nodding her head, once again like she’s trying to lead Marina to the answers. “Are you angry at me? Are you angry with her? Goddamn you’re probably tempted to run your mouth about her on Twitter right now. But wait, wait, try and resist, pull it back just a little… and there we go. Now do something else for me, Marina. Focus that anger. Focus that rage. Focus all that negativity you’re feeling right now, and let’s direct it somewhere it deserves to be, shall we? Let’s direct it back at the current reigning Queen of the Ring, undoubtedly by now calling herself the ‘Queen of IWC’, the ‘Queen of Adrenaline’, the ‘Queen of the Triad’, the ‘Snow Queen’ – fucking goddamn that bitch loves thinking of herself as royalty, doesn’t she? But I’ll get to that in a moment – because as angry as you are with me Marina just remember I’m not the one who denied you that rematch. I’m not the one who’s trying to use you, Marina. She is. She’ll use you to get more gold, and the moment you’re not useful to her anymore she’ll toss you away. Just ask Dawn Lohan. Didn’t she leave Dawn to get eviscerated by New Eden or some shit? I’m sure I heard that. Just ask Scott Cannon. You remember what happened with Scotty, don’t you girl? She teamed with him to come after us before, and what happened? Oh, that’s right, she walked out on him. Yeah, loyalty may mean something to you Marina, but it doesn’t mean jack to your partner.”

“Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you’re not stupid enough to fall for this. That you’re pissed at me, you’re pissed at Kat, you’re pissed at Wicked Intent and you want to see us suffer. Well, sure, we can do that. You want to get revenge? I’ll fight you any time you want. So will Kat. We’re good like that. In fact we never said we wouldn’t. But Selena, will she fight you?” she asks before shaking her head again. “Let’s face it Marina, you may be on the other side of the ring to us this week but the real question in this match isn’t whether your two ragtag asses can beat Wicked Intent, but when is it that Selena is going to decide to walk away from you like she walked away from Scott Cannon? Are you going let that happen? And what if you win, and when it comes to the rematch SCW calls and Selena decides that shit is as important to her as ULW has been this week? What happens then, Marina? No, the real question isn’t if you two can beat us, it’s how long is it going to take you to wise up and give Selena the COLD shoulder? But if loyalty to those who show no loyalty to you matters that much to you then ok, fine, we’ll just beat you in the ring this week, and then what? Then you won’t have revenge on us, a bitch you don’t even like will keep thinking she’s better than you and parade around with your title some more, and you’ll lose twice. But you’re the veteran, you’ve been doing this a long time… you decide what matters most to you.”

“Speaking of trying to decide what matters most to you, that brings me to Selena Frost, a woman to whom EVERYTHING matters… as long as it’s focused on her. She doesn’t know what’s going on between Serenity and Katelyn Buehler. It doesn’t involve her so she likely doesn’t even know that they exist! Because, ladies and gentlemen, that’s the kind of woman we’re dealing with when we’re dealing with Selena Frost. She is not even aware there is a world around her because she’s THAT wrapped up in her wannabe Disney Princess bullshit. Sorry, Disney QUEEN, right?” she says before rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh. “Hi again Selena. How have you been in the few weeks since you last came after us? Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but you have NO interest in the IWC Tag Team Championships, do you? You have no interest in these belts, your focus is on the Queen of the Ring title and how important that is to you… you told us before you came after us twice, with two different partners. Not sure anyone believes you the second time. I’d say you’re the woman who cried wolf but you didn’t cry wolf, you’re so fucking into the whole Disney ‘Snow Queen’ shit you probably SANG about it! Yet here we are again, Wicked Intent holding the IWC Tag Team Championships and Selena Frost challenging us. So, are you going to make it to the end this time? C’mon, you can tell me…”

“Yes? No? Haven’t decided yet? Probably the last one! But I’ve got to say Selena, if that didn’t make my day last time out. No, not the fact that you walked out and left Scotty boy on his own, he did pretty well without you if I’m being honest – possibly better than he was doing with you – but the fact that you proved so many of the things we said about you right with that one simple action. We told the world you were a self-absorbed cunt, and you proved it when you skipped away from the ring and left your partner out to dry. And why? Did his tactics make you sad? Aw, poor Selena, bless your little heart! You couldn’t possibly be teammates with someone like that, could you? That would be crazy! No, the kind of teammate you need is… a bitch that likes you even less than we do,” she says before nodding her head. “Yeah, because here’s the funny part, Marina just straight up dislikes you and you amuse the hell out of us. Your whining, your bitching, the fact that you’re working for three companies at the same time, have no idea what your schedule is supposed to be, spend all week in Germany instead of preparing for a tag team championship match, and then expect that anyone in IWC gives a FUCK about you! C’mon now, that’s funny! Isn’t that funny? It’s damn funny the fact that you think there is a single person in the fucking company who actually wants you here. It really, truly is.”

“But I guess you can’t be the ‘Queen of the Triad’ unless you’re working for three places at once, right? By the way, meant to ask, does SCW fine you for EVERY house show you miss? I understand they have quite a few, and I’m guessing if you’re with us in Japan on Monday then you’re going to be really fucking jetlagged when you get back to the US for Wednesday, right? But that’s the price you pay for being the Queen. So, c’mon now, how many fines have there been? Do you ever attend live events, ever? Do you even have a contract over there? Seriously, why do ANY of these companies employ you when you’ll be tweeting about the competition the moment you’re done in the ring? But hey, you’re the ‘Queen of the Triad’, you big old fucking genius you, so I guess it’s all worth it in the end,” she says before trailing off and grinning. “Although, that does bring up an interesting point. Are you a ‘Queen’ in SCW? You’re like a minor annoyance over there, right? You’re like the sexually transmitted disease that Dawn Lohan can’t seem to get rid of. And you’re… what, exactly, in ULW? I’ll be honest Selena; I don’t pay any fucking attention to that company. But you’re a ‘Queen’ there as well? You’re a ‘Queen’ in all the companies? No, Selena, you’re not. You’re the ‘Queen of the Triad’ in the same way a 40-year-old mother who needs to work a job in Target and a job in Wal-Mart just to pay the bills is the ‘Queen of Discount Stores’. Honestly, you’re fucking pathetic and every time you say it how I laugh…”

“Now I know what you’re thinking. I keep mentioning this Queen thing. Goddamn, I should just let it g—”

Before she can finish another Lexy appears on the screen, obviously super-imposed, and stops her. “Wait, don’t say that line, don’t fucking finish it,” the second Lexy pleads. “Phew, thank god I caught you in time.”

The first Lexy looks at the second one in confusion. “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“I came to stop you from saying those three words in combination,” the second one says in relief. “Honestly, that was too close.  Really, you don’t want to give that bitch any reason or she’ll start singing and none of us want that!”

Both versions of Lexy laugh before the second one walks off camera and the first one just shrugs. “Yeah, I know, I couldn’t resist. You know it’s probably true though, don’t you?” she asks before rolling her eyes. “You see, nothing with Selena would surprise me. It didn’t surprise me that she showed she has absolutely no honour when she walked backstage and immediately suggested a team up to deal with Wicked Intent, instead of admitting what a fortunate bitch she was to have the title she had and offering a rematch, but that’s the kind of person Selena is ladies and gentlemen. You know I’m right. She whined about how Marina ‘snubbed’ her in accepting a challenge, didn’t she? Obviously, this righteously outraged her! But now she’s got the title does she prove she’s better than that? Of course not, she does everything she can to avoid defending it! But Lexy, you’ll tell me, we don’t know what’s going to happen on Riot, and maybe Marina will get her well-deserved rematch then. Maybe Selena will walk into Silas Mason’s office and demand it happen! Yes, and maybe snowmen will come to live and sing. Wait, Selena probably thinks that really happened already. Shh, don’t tell her that was a cartoon, it’ll break her heart!”

She laughs again, putting her hand to her mouth like she shouldn’t have really said that. “Oh c’mon, are you shocked I went there? You’re not shocked I went there. I can’t stand this fucking bitch. And if you want proof that she won’t be rushing to defend the title any time soon then ladies and gentlemen I point you to two weeks ago. Riot, Unscripted, when I stood in the middle of the ring and I made a challenge! It’s the kind of challenge I’m led to understand Selena likes, after all it’s the kind of challenge that led to her becoming the ‘Queen of Adrenaline’, is it not? ‘You want a shot at my belt? Give me a shot at yours’. That was the challenge. I stood in the ring on a night where anything can happen and challenges have to be accepted and I made the challenge to the world. I wanted Selena Frost in the ring for the Queen of the Ring title. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. And did we see the Queen of Bullshit make her way out to the ring? Did we hear ‘What I Believe’ hit the PA system? No, we didn’t. We didn’t hear that because Selena Frost didn’t accept the challenge. She wants this belt to ‘teach me a lesson’ but she didn’t want to put her belt on the line, did she? No. That’s your ‘Queen’ ladies and gentlemen. That’s your ‘role model’. That’s your ‘Winter Diamond’. She’s nothing more than a cowardly little dyke who, when I OFFERED her revenge, hid in the back and wouldn’t accept the chance.”

“The funny part is that I don’t even give a fuck about the Queen of the Ring title either. I really don’t! It’s just as likely I’d have smashed her in the face with this belt, let her keep hers, and just enjoyed watching her squirm around on the mat as it is that I’d actually try to take the title from her, but she didn’t even come out. A woman who claims to want payback, on a night where anything can happen, didn’t accept a challenge. Now, maybe she was too busy promoting the next SCW Pay Per View at the time, that’s a legitimate possibility, or what’s far more likely is that she is everything I’ve said she is. You see I’ve told you guys straight what I think about her. I’ve told you guys straight what I think of her nicknames. I’ve told you guys straight what I think about her attitude. Now I’m going to tell you guys straight that, like the first person who told the world ‘Winter Is Coming’, Selena Frost is getting decapitated in front of a live audience tomorrow night at Awakening,” she says with a huge grin on her face. “Fortunately she doesn’t have any little children to watch on in horror, or to be married off to incestuous brats, so that’s something we can all be grateful for, but that doesn’t change the fact that tomorrow night Winter Is Not Coming, tomorrow night Wicked Intent are walking into that ring as the current, reigning and defending IWC Tag Team Champions, and the reigning Tag Team of the Year, and we’re walking out of that ring STILL the reigning IWC Tag Team Champions… and Selena, Believe It, bitch!”

She takes in a deep breath before letting it out again and smiling. “Ah, I feel so much better now,” she admits before patting the IWC Tag Team Championship proudly. “Now I don’t know what you’re thinking Marina, I really don’t, but I meant what I said to you. This is your manager’s fault. This is Tabitha’s fault. And tomorrow night I know only two things, I can trust my life to Kat Kelly, and you can’t trust Selena Frost as far as you can throw her… and believe me, I’ve seen you throw her, I know that bitch is shockingly heavy and she doesn’t go far! Maybe if she lands wrong she’ll shatter though. So Marina, think about what I’ve said, think about the horror that potentially lies ahead of you, and do the right thing.  I know you’re angry but you can just let it go – oh goddamn it, I knew I’d say it eventually – or you can try against us and fail. It’s your choice. But whatever you decide we’re leaving with these titles because ladies they that with great teams the whole is better than the sum of its parts. Well your parts are good, but unfortunately one is a negative and they subtract from one another, while Kat and I are the team they were talking about when they made that statement. I’m going to give Kat a birthday she’ll remember. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where we end our show. Like, subscribe, do all that good stuff, and tune in next time! I’ve been Lexy Chapel, one half of the Tag Team of the Year, and this has been the Chapel Show! Until next time, fuckers…”

She pats the title proudly before we fade out and the video ends, resulting in the replay button flashing up on the screen.