A Chance Encounter - PWE Exclusive

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Following his match against Ophelia Pain-Pinkston, Lachlan Kane is seen walking through the hallways backstage. A towel is draped around his shoulders as he uses it to wipe away the sweat across his forehead. Suddenly, he stops for a moment, cocking his head to one side as if he was listening for something. After a moment, he shrugs his shoulders and continues on down the hall. When he turns a corner, he stops again and glances around with his eyes narrowed. A shadow darts across the floor behind him, and he turns on his heel to see nothing behind him. He lets out a growl of frustration as another shadow plays across the wall behind him. He turns back around to begin heading down the hallway again, but as he comes to a juncture his hand darts out to the right and he pulls at an unknown body, slamming it up against the far wall with a tight grip on the front of a ragged patchwork coat. When the camera swings around, it shows Angel’s new companion V firmly in Lachlan’s grip with a cheeky smile across his face.

V: Lachlan Kane, how nice to finally make your acquaintance in person. I have been wanting to meet you for quite some time now. A man of your incredible talent and ability-

LACHLAN KANE: Cut the crap. I know she’s skulking around here somewhere. You’re just sent to be the distraction.

An exaggerated look of shock overtakes V’s face as his hands come up to his chest.

V: Why, I’m quite certain that I have no idea what you mean. I’m simply an innocent bystander, here to observe my dear friend in her match tonight.

Lachlan gives him a narrowed-eye stare, his lip curling up almost into a snarl. The grin on V’s face grows slightly more deranged as he holds his hands up.

V: I realize that you and Angel have quite a…storied history, and that the two of you are set to clash on the hallowed canvas battlefields of the squared circle once again. But she has made it quite clear that she wants to face you, Lachlan Kane. She’s already pulled the dark entity from you once, and she now wants to beat the mortal shell of a man that you are.

This makes Lachlan smirk, though there is still a dangerous glint in his blue eyes.

LACHLAN KANE: You mean she spent all that time and energy to make me tap into that darkness inside myself, only for me to beat her senseless. And now that I’ve got my sights set on her because she holds my Victory championship, she’s afraid. She knows that if she pushes me too far, that she’ll be beaten and bloodied once again.

V scoffs derisively with a roll of his eyes.

V: How quickly you seem to forget, young Scrapper. This Angel is far from the same demon you tangled with before. Under my tutelage, she has become something much more than she was in the Carnival.

LACHLAN KANE: She can reinvent herself all she wants, but it makes no difference to me. I’ve beat her once before and I can - and will - do it again.

Lachlan loosens his grip on V’s coat and the redhead drops from his tiptoes back onto flat feet. Lachlan smooths out the front of his jacket and then pats his cheek a couple of times.

LACHLAN KANE: Scurry along, little rat, and let Angel know that darkness or not, that Victory title will be mine once again.

With one final slap to the cheek (a little harder than before), Lachlan sets off down the hallway again, leaving V standing alone and rubbing at his cheek while he winces slightly.