Toronto

Narrator: So let me tell you this. Thanksgiving went off without a hitch, despite Lewis’ family not being there, he did exactly what he said he was going to do. He made sure Ophelia and everyone felt welcome. And to top it off… Our Boy Lewis won a match. I know. I’m shocked as well. Anyways….

Lewis rolls off the mattress and lands on the floor with a loud thud. He quickly sits up and looks around, the stretched out leg of Bhourbon Rose now taking up the vacated spot on the mattress.

Lewis: Figures.

He reaches over to the chair next to the bed and tosses on his shirt and stands up. Stretching high and bending down and touching his toes.

Lewis: Oof….

Lewis walked over to the window and swung open the drapes. Instead of the Tennessee backdrop, we get a glimpse of Toronto.

Bhourbon: I like ya Lew, but if you don’t close those curtains, I’m going to castrate you.

Lewis: Wake up. We’ve got a big day today!

With the flick of his wrist Lewis yanks the covers off the bed. The nearly naked Bhourbon starfishes and kicks her feet.

Bhourbon: Lewis. YOU have a big day. Pheely and I don’t!

Lewis: Yes but also no. This is the first real step I’m taking in learning this business. Sure PWE has tried in the past to hire someone, but this… this… is.

Ophelia: The GOAT!

Interpreted at the perfect moment but his loving wife, Lewis spins around and claps his hands together.

Lewis: EXACTLY! How many people can say that they were trained by one of the best to EVER DO IT!?

Bhourbon: Yes Lew, we all understand what GOAT stands for.

Lewis: Do you tho? Like seriously?

Ophelia: Yes. And to answer your question about how many people…

Bhourbon: I’d assume several hundred. He does own a school after all.

Lewis: Pish posh. You think he oversees all the classes? Nah. He hires coaches and they get to say they trained IN the same place as him. I’ll get to say I trained WITH him. There’s a big difference.

Bhourbon: Not that big of a difference.

Ophelia: But yes Lew we see your point.

Lewis: Fine. Whatever obviously you two don’t see how big of a deal this really is.

Ophelia: Lewis of course we do, but why do we need to go there with you?

Lewis: Fine. You two have fun..

Ophelia: You’re not going to join us before you leave?

Lewis: Nah. Gotta have fresh legs if I’m going to impress Raven.

Ophelia: You’ll be fine. You’ve got stamina for days.

Bhourbon: She’s not wrong. You’re like the damn energizer bunny.

Lewis: Thanks and that may be true, it really hasn’t helped me in the ring. I’ve just got to focus on Damien.

Both Ophelia and Bhourbon stop and give each other a look of confusion.

Ophelia: Say that again dear, this time a little louder so we can be perfectly clear as to what you’ve said.

In a huff Lewis takes a deep breath.

Lewis: Damien Ayla.

Bhourbon: Oh you poor thing, you’re delusional.

Ophelia: Are you feeling okay babe?

Lewis: I feel great. I’m looking forward to taking the Excellence championship off of him.

Ophelia: Oh dear, Lewis you aren’t facing Damien.

Lewis: Yes I am.

Bhourbon: No sweet cheeks you’re facing Amber Payne this week.

Lewis: Yeah I’m aware of that.

Bhourbon: Then what’s all this Damien talk?

Lewis: Well I’m not going to train with Raven to fight Amber fucking Payne. That would be like taking a Harley and entering the Tour De France. Sure it wouldn’t be allowed, but if you could make it happen….

Ophelia: You’d win easily.

Lewis: Exactly. So I pestered good ole Damien and I got myself a title shot. I’ve just gotta get through this week without looking like too much of an ass clown.

Bhourbon: That and with minimal damage.

Lewis: Right. So I’m going to train with Raven. Learn some shit, and then do the impossible.

Lewis bends down and picks up his gym bag from the ground and slings it over his shoulders and points towards the door.

Lewis: Ladies….

Ophelia: Oh no. We aren’t going there. That’s all you love.

Bhourbon: Try not to break anything, it would make Pheely sad.

Lewis: You think he’d break something of mine?

Bhourbon laughs at Lewis who now has a decidedly worried expression on his face. Ophelia grabs his hand and squeezes it tight, before kissing him on the cheek. Lewis lowers his shoulders and begins to head out the doorway before his ass is slapped.

Ophelia: Go get em champ!

Narrator: And go get them he would. Trekking through the streets of Toronto, Lewis was mobbed by fans. Funnily enough, most of them were social media followers who barely knew he was even a wrestler. They thought he was funny and followed him for the memes.

Lewis approaches the gym that James Raven owns.

Lewis: Hey Narrator guy….

Narrator: Yes.

Lewis: Now would be an opportune time to do that thing right?

Narrator: As good as any I suppose. If you get it done now then at least you won’t have to scramble after Raven scrambles your brain.

Lewis: Touché. So Narrator guy…. wait, do you have a name?

Narrator: In due time Lewis.

Lewis: Okay. What’s the low down on Amber.

Narrator: What’s to say? She’s got a record that rivals El Landerson. She claims she’s the Queen of Strong Style….

Lewis: What’s that?

Narrator: Strong Style?

Lewis: Yeah.

Narrator: A type of wrestling. Mainly focused on stuff strikes and brutality.

Lewis: Dope. I’ll start there and see where we go.

Lewis begins to pace back and forth in front of the building. Hemming and hawing.

Lewis: Usually when people give themselves a nickname it kinda fits. You know like Raven has The People’s GOAT, but I see him catch flack for it. Or myself with The Most Marketable In PWE. Then there are ignorant people like you Amber who attach a nickname without any meaning. Like at least people do like me, at least Raven backs up his claims, but you? A Queen of anything is beyond laughable. I can throw a dart in a back alley filled to the brim with hookers and meth heads and find someone more fitting of the term.

Lewis drums on his chin for a moment.

Lewis: Now I know that I haven’t been doing this for very long, but even I have to laugh at the list of places you’ve called home. It’s longer than your title history. Just because you’ve been to a million places doesn’t make you good. It makes you expendable. You could disappear tomorrow and maybe someone would notice, but I’m banking on the opposite. If I were to up and leave, people would question not only me, but the company as well. How could they allow a blue chipper to just leave. How could they obviously not see that the future is brighter when I’m on the roster? Not a single soul on planet earth would say that about you. Maybe you need to hit up Betsy and check out some other galaxies to see if there are others like you out there.

A wide smile from Lewis.

Lewis: You know what I’m talking about. Look at me for example. Because of me, you’re getting some limelight. Because of me, people might actually talk about you. Because of me, Damien Ayla will actually have to sit through one of your matches. I can guarantee that he’s never done that before. So before you get on your high horse. Before you stake your claim as the Queen of anything, remember this.

A quick twitch in Lewis’ neck.

Lewis: Remember that PWE put you into this situation. Remember that they are the ones that thought this was a good thing for the ratings. So guess what doll, I’m going to give them a show. I’m not only going to prove to you that you are nothing more than a peasant. I’m going to show that in every fight, both people always have a chance…. Well except for this one. That was more for Damien.

Lewis turns and faces the door.

Lewis: Narrator guy….

Narrator: (Ugh)…. What?

Lewis: Don’t people have a catchphrase or something?

Narrator: Some do, others don’t.

Lewis: Should I think of one?

Narrator: You? No. Pheely and Bho? Yes.

Lewis: Smart. (Lewis Turns back around) Anyways, that’s all the time I want to waste on you this week Amber. I wish I could say good luck to you, but I’m not a liar. If I were you, I’d tell my family not to watch. We all know how embarrassing it is to lose to me in a match. Well I don’t, but some people have said as much, but you’ll do just fine, you’re used to embarrassing yourself. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a real challenge to prepare for.

Lewis opens the door to the gym and walks in leaving the frame.

Narrator: Well then, I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on Big LC. A few sessions with Raven will make anyone confident, but add that to Lewis’ already massive confidence…. And…

Boom!

Fade To Black.