So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another.
--Jaime Lannister
The previous night didn’t go the way either Dawn or Abigail wanted. The Lohan’s wanted to ride into Las Vegas, put the final nail in the coffin of the True Love Twins immediate championship aspirations. Turns out Mr. D made the decision to honor the rematch of Bianca Evans. Disappointing for Abigail. She wanted to be the one to send them on their way to the back of the line, heading into the match was all but academic. Win or lose, The True Love Twins were going to get nothing out of it. Best case scenario, Kennedy would get back on track. She needed to win... and when that didn’t happen, The Lohan’s did the best they could after the match to ease a Kennedy who is way to hard on herself at the worst of times.
Abigail and Dawn were there for their sister. Both knew Kennedy would do what she needed to do to get back to the position she fought three years to climb back to. Only a matter of time. In the meantime, for the Lohan sisters, they had their fair share of interesting situations to confront, first and foremost the most anticipated tag team title defense. More importantly is a bit of news Abigail found out as she was going to bed. Dawn went to sleep early. She didn’t know. Abigail was going to change all that, fast.
Abigail woke up first. She grabs her cellphone. Getting out of bed she goes to the door connecting her hotel room to Dawn’s. Walking into the bedroom, Abigail pokes Dawn in the side. Luckily for Abi, Dawn is a light sleeper. It doesn’t take much to summon Dawn from the sleep she was enjoying. Russling a little bit, Dawn turns to attention to Abigail. With a bright smile, Abi cheerfully welcomes Dawn to the land of the wake. “Morning, Wonderful.”
Dawn yawns. She manages to get out a, “Ugh, if it’s ok with you Abi, I want to sleep in for another hour. What time is it anyway?
Abigail shrugs. She doesn’t bother to check the time that is clearly on her cellphone. “Don’t worry about it. Never too early for the mini bar.”
“Too early for that.”
“You might reconsider AFTER you learn of the latest happenings in S C Dubbya.”
Dawn sighs. “Is Laura raising a fuss over the tag title situation?”
Abigail shakes her head. “Nope. She should have took the deal. Trust me, AFTER you learn what the D Brain Trust conjured up; you’ll reconsider the mini bar. Check this out!”
Abigail shows her sister her cell phone with the updated schedule for Apocalypse. Her eyes widen when she learns that Owen Cruze is going to challenge REGAN STREET to a match.
Dawn shakes her head. “Jesus...”
Abigail takes a seat on the bed next to Dawn. “Don’t you mean ‘sweet baby Jesus’?”
If there ever a time Dawn wanted to wrap her hands around Abigail’s throat its now. She settles for glaring a hole through her sister. “Urgh. Now is not the time.”
Abigail bops Dawn on the nose. “Don’t be a sour puss.”
Dawn turns Abigail’s phone back to her so she can reread the match card. “Hello, Regan is facing Owen, how can I NOT alarmed by this?”
Abigail takes her phone back. She rest it on the dresser next to the bed. “It’ll be fun?”
Dawn folds her arms. “I thought you liked Owen.”
Abigail shrugs. “He’s not my type, I have limits.”
Dawn sighs. “I question that, sometimes.”
“There is a distinct possibility that Regan is going to beat Owen so bad he will become one with the wrestling mat.” Abigail says matter of factly. “Which would make it awkward if our match happens after hers. Can you imagine Owen melded in the middle of the ring while we are taking on Bianca and Katie? Not the most comfortable sight. Hey, it’s show business, the show must go on.”
Dawn in no certain terms says, “I need to talk to Regan.”
Up until this point Abigail has been trying to keep the mood light. The time for levity is over. Abi stares into her sister’s eyes. “You will do no such thing.”
“I’ll try to make her understand the gravity of the situation. She’ll listen to me.” Dawn says trying to reassure Abigail that everything is going to work out for the best.
Abigail is buying none of it. “Doubt that, sweetie.”
“I need to try.”
“How can I put this nicely. Dawnie, sister of mine...” Abi takes a deep breath. As forcibly as she can she lays down the law. “You are NOT going to talk to Regan.”
“Abi. This is serious.” Dawn says stubbornly standing her ground. “Owen can get seriously hurt. Regan attacked her own brother. She tried to end Selena’s career. Now she’s looking to break Owen? We both know what could happen IF Regan crosses a line Red Rayne won’t allow her to come back from.”
“Who says that is not a good thing?” Abigail winks.
Not finding Abigail’s assessment of Red Rayne unleashed a great thing, Dawn says. “Daisy doesn’t want to be that person anymore. She has worked extremely hard to reclaim her life. The last thing Daisy wants is to become that monster one more time. So if I can talk to Regan, make her understand that her actions could possibly affect Daisy. She made a promise to Orlando, to protect Owen. That is exactly what is going to happen if Regan roughs Owen up more than required.”
Abigail wasn’t looking at Dawn as she tried once again to convince her sister that getting involved was the right thing to do. Her eyes were fixated on Dawn’s half of the World Tag Team Championship resting on the chair on the other side of the bed. Abi stood up, walked around the bed, grabs the World Tag Team Title. She holds it up so Dawn could look at what they both accomplished at Rise to Greatness. “What am I holding in my hand? I signed with Supreme Championship Wrestling to have your back, Dawnie. That is what family is for, we look out for each other. You taught me that, silly. In one week we defend our belts against Katie and Bianca, I need to know that your mind won’t wander on what can possibly happen to Owen Cruze. He made his bed with The Street/Helms Family. His cross to bear. Not ours. I don’t care what I need to do, I’m going to make sure you are focused on what is best for Lohan Country. Don’t go to Regan. Don’t talk to Owen. No getting involved in any way.”
Dawn’s eyes linger on her half of the Tag Team Championship. She knew Abi was right, she can’t allow herself to lose focus. Bianca is dangerous. Katie wants to become Supreme Champion. Both of them together as champions is not good for the division. But she can’t ignore the clear elephant in the room. “This is bigger than us, Abi. I hate to admit Britt is right. She told me that no one is going to let me and Daisy adopt a child with her medical history. That sucks. Daisy would make an excellent mother. I’m concerned Red might jeopardize that. I can’t afford anything happening to Owen. Ok. I can’t.”
Abigail drops the belt. Folding her arms, in no uncertain words she says. “Dawnie, there will always be a threat to Owen. Regan is one. Next week it’ll be another. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Britt is right. Adoption isn’t a suitable option. One day, Owen is going to stand up to the wrong person. When that day comes, Daisy is going to keep her promise to a man who's already dead.. Prepare yourself for the Rayne, sweetie.”
“No. I need to believe everything is going to be ok.”
Speaking calmly hasn’t worked, Abi raises her voice an octave: “Get your head in the game, sweetie.”
Dawn is startled by the coldness Abi came across with. She is no stranger to her sister dropping the mask, revealing a harsher critic beneath the quirkiness. She just wasn’t prepared for the conversation to take this turn. Abigail sits on the bed next to her sister. “The last thing you want is the World Tag Team Titles in the hands of Katie Steward and Bianca Evans of all people. Truthfully, I don’t care. I know you do, that is my concern. Promise me that you are gonna let this Owen thing go. You are not his protector. The only one who can control Red coming out to play is Daisy. If her love for you isn’t enough to keep to demon at bay, accept that your fairytale life is not gonna be the magic carpet ride you imagined.”
There was a gaping silence in the room for a minute or so. Dawn nods. “My head will be in the game. Promise.”
Relieved Dawn saw the light, Abigail smiles. “GOOD.”
“You were right... get me a drink.” Dawn smiles back.
Abigail pats Dawn on the shoulder. “That’s my girl.”
And with that, Abigail walked over to the mini bar to indulge in the devil’s urine....
September 6th, 2018.
“The Road to HELL is Paved With GOOD Intentions.”
Abigail didn’t know why she didn’t come to Supreme Championship Wrestling sooner. Actually, that would be a lie. She knew the exact reason why she didn’t sign with SCW sooner. Complications. The one thing professional wrestling guaranteed on a daily basis is complications. At the time UWA died, Taylor Chase was in SCW, so was Katelyn Buehler. She didn’t want to get caught in the middle of there muddled history. The worst case scenario never happened. She over shot that mark. Plus when she factors in all the groups, alliances, the various friendships she has nurtured over the years, she didn’t bank on SCW being a very profitable endeavor. So far she is one half of the World Tag Team Champions. The world hasn’t fallen apart. Her sister Dawn survived the Sienna tit for tat, nothing out of the ordinary has happened, yet, which makes for a great time to get back in contact with an old buddy of hers.
Mikaela Street.
Back in 2013, Global Division of Wrestling was a thing. She had a falling out with her tag team partner Alana Starr. A unconscious hooker and pushing her bestie over the edge in a match to decide the contendership for a championship are not the hallmarks of a stable friendship. Abi was legit heartbroken over the falling out. She was close to quitting the business because of it, that was until the guaranteed synergy of the Lohan-Street connection proved to be a great idea.
Regan and Brittany were successful.
Dawn and Kennedy were magic together.
Why not herself and Mikaela?
Dubbing themselves as The Hollywood Blondes, her and Mikaela would become the GDW World Tag Team Champions in no time. The company died with them as tag champs, leading Mik to sign with Supreme Championship Wrestling to wrestle, then become Regan’s manager. Abigail would ride the GDW wave, along with the New Eden wave, to become the IWC World Champion a year later. She has always been tight with Mik, one of the few friends she hasn’t fallen out with. Now that they work for the same company for the first time in five years, what better time to reconnect?
Abigail; wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers, knocks on the hotel room door of Mikaela. Only takes a few moments for Mikaela to open to door. The gold dress Mikaela is wearing made her look like a model stepping off the pages of a magazine. Outwardly she didn’t show it, on the inside, Abigail was smirking. She asked Mik to dress nicely, she exceeded her expectations.
The two former tag team champions hug. Once the embrace is over, Mik finally soaks in what Abigail has on. “Aren’t you a bit underdressed?” Mikaela inquired.
Abigail shakes her head. “Nope. Not at all.”
“When you told me to wear my best I assumed we were going out to the club. That’s not club attire.”
“What I have planned will all makes sense soon enough.” Abi flashes a cashmere smile. “Trust me.”
Mikaela raises an eyebrow. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
Abigail places her arm around Mik’s shoulder. “Mik, you saved my career five years ago. I am not going to steer you wrong. Scouts honor.”
Mikaela chuckles. “Not very reassuring.”
Abi frowns. “I was a girl scout growing up. You saw my merit badge.”
“The ones you stole.” Mik winks.
Abigail giggles. “Still counts. Come Mikaela, follow me.”
“Ok. Lead the way.”
Abigail grabs Mikaela’s hand. She walks with her good friend all the way to the elevator. Once they step inside, Abigail contemplates Mikaela’s reaction to what is about to happen. Anyone that knows her gets the gist by now that she can be highly unpredictable. Always expect the unexpected. The elevator doors parts open. Mikaela and Abigail step out into the hallway where there are more hotel rooms. No bar. No exit. Just another floor of the hotel. Abigail caught the confused expression on Mik’s face. She quickly grabs Miks hand, guiding her to the other end of the hall where she stand in front of someone's hotel room.
“Did you forget something?” Mik curiously asked.
“This isn’t my room, silly.”
“This isn’t a high stakes poker game is it? I’ve seen this movie before. I don’t make that much.”
Abigail shrugs. “You’re a Street.”
“The Chase Family is loaded.” Mikaela reassures Abi. “I live on the beach, not a skyrise.”
“No gambling ring, promise.” Abi points at the door. “Aren’t you interested to see what is behind door number one?”
Mikaela sighs. “I don’t like this.”
“Be straight with me. When was the last time you have gotten into trouble?” Mikaela goes to answer Abigail, before she can, Abigail doesn’t allow her to finish the question. “You have had a lot of growing up lately. CHBK knocking you up. Being a manager to your sister. Making sure she doesn’t wind up making someone in prison her bitch. No one has had more responsibility thrust on than then you. You are the backbone of Past, Present, Future. You are the straw that stirs the drink. Everyone else can have their fun. Why can’t you? The Mik I met years ago was trouble. A lot of trouble. We had fun in those days.”
Mikaela slowly smiles. “We did. But we have to grow up sometime.”
“Says who? I’m not asking you to stop looking after your family. There is no crime putting yourself first. What is behind this door will put a smile on your face. Or you can just as easily kill me. I’m willing to take that chance.”
Mikaela takes a deep breath. She knocks on the door. Abigail takes one step back to fully take in the reaction of the person who opens the door. The door opens. The person on the other side is none other than...
Blake Mason.
Blake himself is shocked to see Mikaela standing before him in the killer dress she is wearing. Mik turns around, as expected, she has a flabbergasted look on her face. Abigail smirks.
“Are you serious?! What kinda game is this?” Mik sharply says.
Mikaela isn’t the only one who wants to know what is going on. Blake steps out the room. Standing behind Mikaela, Blake stares at Abigail. “What is going on here?”
Abigail holds up her hands. “Surprise?”
Blake folds his arms. “Jesus, Abigail! I should have known you were going to try something.”
Abigail walks past both Mik and Blake, stepping into his hotel room, she looks over her shoulder “Inside. Don’t want to disturb the neighbors.”
Blake and Mikaela sign conceding to that point. No point causing a scene. Both of them join Abigail in the hotel room of Blake Mason. By the time the door closes, Abigail has walked over to the couch. Making herself at home, Blake and Mikaela stand side by side, both looking at Abigail for the answer to whatever game she is playing.
“Explain yourself.” Blake says forcibly.
Abigail crosses her legs. “Yes Master.”
“ABIGAIL--”
“Ok. Jeez. Don’t blow a gasket.” Abigail sighs. “Mikaela. Billy. I am of the opinion the two of you are what each other needs right now. Billy, we can rattle of the list of transgressions you have committed until the cows come home. What you need more than anything in the world is a level headed woman who can clearly call you out on your b.s. But, you need someone who is down to Earth. Has a GOOD head on her shoulders. That is Mikaela.”
Abi gives Mikaela a thumbs up. “And to my dearest friend, what you need is to let loose. What you need is a man you can get into a little trouble with. I know, I know, I know. Billy’s track record with women is not the greatest. To be fair, CHBK and Tim Myers are not winners either. Left to his own devices he can’t choose the right one. Have no fear. Abigail Lindsay is here. Abigail Knows Best in this situation. There you go. Abigail made a match.”
Blake and Mikaela both look at each other dumbfounded that Abigail Lindsay went out of her way to try to arrange a courtship between them. Mikaela raises her hand. “I appreciate the effort Abi... this is a bad idea. He is Bree’s ex. I am friends with her. That’s awkward.”
“Exactly.” Blake firmly says.
“So?” Abigail shrugs.
Mikaela chims in. “Not to mention, professionally it will make things complicated.”
Blake cuts in. “Mikaela is right. Even if I wanted to, it doesn’t make sense.”
Abigail yawns. “Excuses. Excuses. Thou protest too much.”
Abigail rises to her feet. She looks up at Blake. “You allowed your relationship with Bree to compromise your career. Even now. You could be United States Champion. Oh no, you wuv her?” Abigail rolls her eyes. “I fought the woman I love for the World Championship in IWC and won.”
Abigail looks at Mikaela. “Sweetie, what is life without a little trouble. The worst case scenario is Blake breaking your heart. He’d be dead. Kill Hellcat Kill.”
“Yeah--” Blake cuts in. “I’m not interested in dying. Regan wouldn’t approve of this.”
Mikaela smirks. “Scared of my sister?”
Blake sighs. “I have every right to be!”
“We’re going to die eventually. Stop being a coward.“ Abigail shrugs.
Blake points in the direction of the door. “Abigail. I think you should go.”
Abigail nudges Mikael’s shoulder. “My work here is done.”
“I’m coming with you.” Mikaela looks at Blake. “I’m sorry if we disturbed you tonight. For the record, I hope you beat Marie Jones. Show her that she isn’t in your league.”
Blake smiles. “Thanks Mik. Appreciate it. Tonight wasn’t all bad.” He gives her the once over. “Nice dress.”
Mikaela does blush. “Thanks.”
Abigail and Mikaela walks towards the exit. They leave the room. Once outside Mik pinches Abigail’s shoulder. “Really?! Blake Mason! That was your bright idea. That has disaster written all over it.”
“I know.”
“There are a million reasons why dating him is a bad idea.”
“Who said anything about dating, silly?” Abigail giggles. “William Blake Mason is a relationship disaster. Not a sexual disaster. Get laid. Don’t commit. That is the life.”
Mikaela folds her arms. “So says the woman in a committed relationship.”
“Correction. Polygamous relationship. I have carte blanche to do whatever I want.”
“Then what is the point of being in a relationship if you’re going to sleep around?”
“I don’t, actually. The freedom to do what I want means everything to me. Kate respects that. Our arrangement works. Anyway, enough about me. I am not expecting you to live happily ever after with the guy. He is fresh out of a divorce. The chances of him seeing the light is highly unlikely. Have some low key fun on the side. What is the worst that can happen?”
Mikaela hugs Abigail. “Thanks Abi. Next time, don’t ambush me like that!”
Abigail places her hand over her heart. “Ok. Scouts--” She stops herself when she sees the stare come from Mikaela. “Right. Bad Abi. Bad.”
Mikaela smiles. “Never change.”
Mikaela turns around. She knocks on Blake’s door. He opens it shocked to see Abigail and Mikaela are still there. MIk simply says. “Blake... we need to talk.”
“If Abigail put you--”
Mikaela places a finger on his lips. “This is all me.” Mik turns to Abi. “Don’t you have someplace you’d rather be?”
“Can I watch?”
Abi thought about saying “can I watch.” She pushes her luck already, no need to make it worse. She stands there as Mikaela pushes Blake into the hotel room. Once the door behind her, Abigail walks back to the elevator. She has no clue what happened in there. For all Abigail knew, Mikaela was catching Blake up to speed with all the latest happenings with Regan, the Street Family dynamic, among others things. The important thing for Abi is she nudged her good friend in a certain direction. Why care whether Mik and Blake possibly enjoyed an experience?
Were Abi’s intentions pure?
Only time will tell. Can’t spoil everything...
{TO BE CONTINUED IN THE BLAKE MASON rp.
http://www.supremecw.com/forums/showthre...356#pid356}
<Promo Time>
The scene opens inside the famed Lou Malnati’s Pizzeria in the heart of Chicago. On this day there is no customers inside the restaurant, likely due to the fact the Pizzeria has been closed off to the public during the filming of this video. That doesn’t prevent the fact that people can be seen standing outside the window looking in as Dawn and Abigail are sitting across from each other. A large pepperoni pizza is on the table. Also on the table is both of their tag team championships propped up with the plates facing the camera. Abi and Dawn look at the pizza.
”Can I go first? Pretty please?”
”The floor is yours, Abi.”
Abi turns her attention to the camera. In the meantime, Dawn grabs a slice of pizza.
Let's delve into the curious case of Bianca Evans, shall we? Part of me does respect you, Bi. We live in a world where most people overestimate their own worth. Not you Bi. From the day you stepped foot in SCW you knew your place. Your role in life is to be the supporting actress to the main act. Lenore and Chanel. Clearly the driving force behind Money in the Bank. Chad Evans, unmistakably the straw that stirs the drink behind the biggest career achievement of your life when you and him beat Team BAE. Now, you’re back. Are we getting a Bianca Evans who wants to prove to the world that she doesn’t need anyone to latch on to to set herself apart from the rest of the pack? Nuuu. You “upgraded” from God... to Goddess.
Abigail yawns.
Is that all you want to be, Lexi? Sorry. Bianca? Is the supporting role all your destined to play? You interest me. In a sport littered with wrasslers with huge egos who are one ego trip away from turning on their best friends, families, significant others, you are the one constant. Constantly latching on to a meal ticket. A professional leech. Lenore went down with injury, how long did it take for you to find GOD? Chad quit, how long before it took for you to latch on to a GODdess? That’s comforting Bi. Never change. Continue being predictable. Works for me. That only tells me Mrs. Evans that evolution is truly beyond your limited scope.
I’m not mocking you at all. Far from it. I have no doubt that you are a dangerous woman. History proves when Lexi slash Bianca Evans, whatever, is locked in on a goal, her obsession is more of a driving force than her in ring ability. What history also proves Mrs. Evans is your failure to evolve. You can only get so far in life following the same script, trust me, I know. The Beauty Factory alluded to it two weeks ago, I bounced from company to company in my quest to find a wrestling organization to call home. I told myself I bounced around due to boredom. The truth is, I would sign with a company, due my usual hijinks, the roster figured me out quick. I felt I had no other choice but to go away, find another home, that pattern would repeat itself.
Abigail expresion turns solemn.
I was a fool.
Dawn’s eyes widen. Rarely does Abigail allow herself to show humility on screen. Abi shrugs off her admission. Continuing on.
I followed the same script. Old habits die hard. I understand you better than you understand yourself Mrs. Evans. Thanks to my sister I am no longer content playing out my role as the loveable jokester who doesn’t care for anything more than playing games. I am a damn good wrestler, like you allegedly are. Why waste the talent I was born with? I can become more than a game playing trouble maker.
Why can’t I be successful too?
That is what you’ve lost sight of. That is why you and Katie Steward will FAIL to beat Lohan Country. Evolution is not a mystery. It doesn’t need to be, Bi. All that is required to evolve is to step out of your comfort zone. Take a chance. Put all your cards on the table. To compete in a company like this I needed to. I knew the same ole Abigail wouldn’t last in SCW. Took me a while, I can truthfully say, with my sister supporting me, my wrestling career is born again. When the bell rings. I am taking this more seriously than I ever have in my life. You got lucky once against BAE. History won’t repeat itself on Sunday. Welcome to Lohan Country, Bi. Enjoy your stay. I look forward to burning your aspirations to the ground.”
Abi turns to Dawn.
How was that, Dawnie?”
Dawn smiles.
Wonderful.
Abi smirks.
Of course.
Old habits die hard. Speaking of dying hard...hello Katie.
Now it’s Dawn’s turn to look at the camera.
”Katie, I can respect that you want to become Supreme Champion. That doesn’t bother me at all. I am on the same path too, all I need is the Television and Adrenaline Championships to be the ONLY woman in history to win all the titles. Women’s championship included. Bit ironic, as soon as the Women’s was deactivated, the very belt I now wear proudly was all it took for Amy to become the first woman to net the Supreme Champion honor. Technically you need to win all active championships. In the record books it counts. But women like me, like you Katie, like Regan Street. We still have a bit of history of our own to chase. We all know how much I love being on the RIGHT SIDE OF HISTORY. Ask Ravyn. Ask Alexis Quinne and everyone else I had to overcome to become Women’s and World Champion in the same night. My quest to become Supreme continues, too. Selfishly, it will be my honor to deny you what you need to become Supreme.”
What does bother me Katie is how are you going about this. How are you any different than The TrueLove Twins? They sold out aligning themselves with Laura Steinbeck. They sold their talent short by accepting her method to put the tag titles around their waist. You sold out two women who look up to you more than anything in the world. Madison and Gigi would fall on their sword for you Katie. They do your bidding. They worship at your alter. Bianca Evans attacked one of them the night she made her long awaited return. Instead of beating Bianca’s ass for crossing two women who are like family to you, once again, you sold them out; latched onto Bianca’s offer. Why? Because she bent to knee? Catered to your ego? Now she believes you are this almighty Goddess who is going to give her meaning in life because she is too much of a coward to live for herself?
Where is the justice in that, Katie?
There isn’t. And that is why I am going to do everything in my power to guarantee you DON’T walk out of Apocalypse with another notch on your claim to become SUPREME. Not. On. My. Watch.
For the watch!
Dawn chuckles at Abi’s Game of Thrones reference.
I sound like a hero, don’t I?
I’m not trying to be. I feel really passionate about this. I believe in family. I think about all the sacrifices mine made for me. For years, Supreme Championship Wrestling was home to my sister, Britt. As she watched me grow into the wonderful wrestler I am today, she decided to take a step back. She didn’t need to. Wish she was here standing side by side with me. I understand why she stepped away. Heck, I even supported her last return. Though I know she can come back anytime she wants, she stays away. In her eyes I am better than she ever was.
She wants me to succeed. She doesn’t want to stand in my way. Abigail didn’t need to come here. She is a World Champion in any company she walks into. I’m sure Abigail has a few people on the roster she wants to face. She didn’t come here for her own selfish gain. Abigail came to support me. To have my back. We are tag champions as a result. I will always be grateful to her. How grateful are you to Madison and Gigi? Not a lot. It is not The Stewards facing Lohan Country. It’s you, once again, using someone to get ahead. It didn’t work when you latched on to Silas. With God, the actual man upstairs, as my witness, Lohan Country won’t allow you to leech your way to becoming one half of the tag team champions. Family matters, Katie. This family, this country, will continue to march on whether you like it or not!
Someone’s fired up.
Dawn and Abi fist bump. Abi gives the nod for Dawn to continue. She’s on a roll. No need to stop now.
Every time me or Britt or Abi would wrestle a match in California. Whether it was San Diego, San Jose, San Francisco, Britt would always say our home state was Lohan Country. Always made me chuckle. It was odd at Rise to Greatness hearing us announced as Lohan Country. I had my heart set on Wonderful Chaos..
... but the more I listen to us being referred to as Lohan Country, I smile more and more. It is GOOD to be alive in 2018. Back in the company I love. Going on the road with my sister. Fighting for what is right! What is more wonderful than that?
Chaos, lots of it. Fun times are ahead ladies. The entire tag team division will glued to their seats. Lets give them a preview for what they have in store. I don’t know about you, Dawnie. I don’t want this ride to end. You have my word. It won’t. Not on our watch.
Protest that, Katie!
Dawn gives the camera a sly wink. And with that the scene fades to black with The Lohan’s turning their attention to their pizza.