April 6, 2019
Kimpton Hotel Born Denver
“Well, this has been fun so far.”
Fade-in to a nicely decorated suite with a view of the Rocky Mountains from its floor to ceiling windows. The camera pans around the room, taking in the rustic wooden furnishings and contemporary artwork that are a signature of the hotel, before settling on the source of the disembodied voice.
Lindsay Troy reclines on a brown leather sofa, looking off-camera and out a window. A smirk tugs at one corner of her lips; CWF fans and talent have only begun to become familiar with this expression, but rest assured that it’s world-renowned for its infamy.
Lindsay Troy: I’ll admit, when Dan asked me to come out to the CWF’s last pay-per-view, it wasn’t just to see him headline the show for the World Title. It definitely wasn’t to catch a game of cricket, or to visit the Melbourne Zoo...although, and he’ll never admit this….the man does have a soft spot for red pandas.
Oh no. Y’see, he had an agenda.
Lindsay Troy: Sometimes Dan’s agendas are nefarious, and include spiking you on your head until your brain turns to sludge. Other times, like this time, it was more about the recon. Temperature-taking. Bring me around the locker room again, hear the roar of the crowd, see bodies fly around the ring, plant a few seeds.
See if those seeds grew into anything. Like a desire to get back into the game.
Lindsay Troy: He knew what he was doing. I knew what he was doing. Being friends for close to a decade and a half means we know each other better than anyone, and that’s not even taking into account that he’s married to my sister. The friendship predates that relationship.
It hasn’t always been easy but what family will tell you that is has?
Troy pauses, recrossing her legs at the ankles on the sofa.
Lindsay Troy: What has been easy for me, though, is slipping right back into the groove of things. I was right when I said that I make friends wherever I go, because I love the thrill of finding some trouble and smashing it to pieces. It’s part of what I’ve built my success on for twenty years; that, and shutting up whiny little diaperbabies like you, Nathan Paradine.
You’re just the kind of trouble I love looking for.
She looks directly at the camera now, although she doesn’t position her body towards it.
Lindsay Troy: Nate, I really don’t think you want to get into a pissing contest with me about how many people we’ve maimed in the ring over our careers, because one, I don’t give a shit about anyone you named; two, I doubt anyone will either; and three, it’s not gonna help you beat me.
And by the way, congratulations on correctly identifying my gender. I didn’t even have to give you my pronouns! It’s such a wonder and a marvel that yes, me, A GIRL, could manage to find my way to the arena since I arrived in CWF. Do you think I’ll be able to wrestle? Maybe those bone-crunching knees that connected with The Shadows jaw were a fluke. No way I’d be able to *gasp* handle myself against the calibre of fighter such as yourself.
You’re not the only one with a submissions background, pal. That’s my bread and butter too. And don’t think for a second that I don’t know ten different ways to slap an arm or a leg submission on a ladder to break your limb before climbing the damn thing to grab that Mystery Box and beat you to a bloody pulp with it afterward.
Troy smirks again and, this time, slowly turns her body to face the camera.
Lindsay Troy: We didn’t have to make this personal, Nate. You let your emotions get the better of you and went on a pissfit about it.
I’ll be more than happy to teach you how to temper your rage.
Cut to black.