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Polly Pingotti vs. Kemal Yilmaz vs. Gavin Taylor vs. La Pequena Luz - Konrad Raab - 05-17-2025 2 RP Limit for singles 3500 Word Limit Per RP Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, May 21, 2025 RE: Polly Pingotti vs. Kemal Yilmaz vs. Gavin Taylor vs. La Pequena Luz - Wisteria Waltz - 05-20-2025 Some would say that La Pequeña Luz had a martyr complex. In her mind, she was simply very good at bottling up her own problems because there were always more important matters to address, and addressing those matters would very likely resolve her problems anyway most of the time. She knew it was complicated, and she knew it wasn't a healthy way to live, but it had unfortunately become painfully clear that being allowed to seek a healthier mindset was a luxury she wasn't going to be afforded anytime soon, not so long as The Empire seemed to be done hoping her and Amelia would be open to being 'saved' by them. Maybe? It was honestly hard to tell anymore. The past few weeks had been a chaotic blur in Luz's mind when it came to the fanatical cult of Caleb White, and it was virtually impossible to really tell what was going on anymore. It had started with Vladimir Basmat constantly contacting them, trying to leverage the safety of their loved ones through surveillance they knew he was capable of and hidden Empire members ready and willing to kill if ordered to. That had been harrowing enough trying to navigate, especially as things in SCW seemed to start spiraling out of their control and the temptation to actually hear whatever advice Caleb was willing to offer as a wrestling legend grew harder and harder to ignore. Then, several of the more fanatical Empire goons, apparently following the orders of a different elite among their ranks, seemed to break away from the plan and attempted to just straight-up attack Luz, Amelia and their found family. That, thankfully, had been thwarted by the timely arrival of law enforcement, but the fact that even Vladimir, who they'd been in the middle of a call with at the time, seemed put off by the loss of control as several of the cult's members who were supposed to listen to him instead blew him off, determined to just blindly follow their homophobic rage and 'end the problem' immediately... it was both concerning and intriguing. And then there was last week, where Amelia had been trying to get the comments of a frustrated Xander Valentine out of her mind. All they were doing was just heading to their rental car to go back to their London hotel for the night, and they had once again been attacked. This time, Amelia's mom had been the one behind it, not caring that one of her Empire goons had sacrificed their life for nothing and several more had ultimately been arrested. Amelia had walked away from that night knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there was no part of her left that considered Ophelia Blythe her mother anymore and wouldn't shed a tear if anything happened to her... but Luz knew the whole incident had still shaken her up pretty badly. The fact that Amelia had recently wrestled a technical masterclass of a match with Ryan LeCavalier and come out on top despite that was both impressive and worried her a little bit. Luz doubted she was doing a very good job of hiding it, especially around her wife, but she was struggling to keep herself together at this point, especially when The Empire was becoming unpredictable not just because they were outsmarting the couple and their loved ones, but because there seemed to be some inner turmoil within the cult that was making it hard to know how to proceed. They'd dealt with both attempts to manipulate them and attempts on their lives, but whichever effort was the focus always seemed to be telegraphed in some way because it was painfully obvious anyone with power within The Empire was also way too egotistical to not want to gloat or leverage whatever they were scheming. 'I thought their egos clashing and them getting in each other's way would make things easier on us,' Luz thought to herself. 'Not escalate things beyond our control.' Before she could find some reason to start blaming herself for this turn of events, even though she knew full well she had about as much control over whatever The Empire did as she had control over guaranteeing a good number for the upcoming Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal, she felt a hand gently rest upon her own, her gaze briefly turning to find the reassuring smile of Amelia. No words were exchanged, but they didn't need to be, and Luz nodded in silent thanks before returning her eyes to the road. With the Breakdown in Austin behind them now and Amelia having rebounded from the mess the became of their rematch for the World Tag Team Titles, Luz knew it was her turn now to try and gain some momentum for herself heading into the battle royal, as she and Amelia really didn't have a reason not to try and give it their best shot this year. Instead of heading straight to Atlanta to start preparing for whatever awaited her, however, Luz had wanted to take a small detour, and Amelia was completely on board with her doing so. That's why the two of them were currently making the long drive down to Luz's hometown of Tulancingo, the place where they had gotten happily married several months ago. The reason why was twofold. First, Luz wanted to check in on her mom, who had returned home some time back as she had duties as a doctor to attend to and couldn't keep putting them off to follow her daughter on her wrestling journey. Luz knew her mom had mostly done it to try and make up for all the time they'd lost over the conflict regarding Luz even being a wrestler in the first place, not to mention her obvious concern for her baby girl as things with The Empire ramped up, but Luz had reassured her that they had plenty of time to spend together and Camila couldn't risk her job and her license when Luz was not only more than capable of taking care of herself, but had Amelia and so many others around her now to make sure of that. The other reason actually circled back around to her struggles with trying to ignore the recent attacks from The Empire, especially as no person should ever see their life flash before their eyes this much in a relatively short amount of time. She and Amelia had already talked about it and would definitely continue talking about it as long as they needed to until something was done about these religious lunatics, and Luz could certainly use some advice from her mamá on how she can navigate the road ahead in spite of this... but it was her father she really needed to talk to. She wasn't sure what help the spirit of El Espíritu Angélico could provide her from beyond the grave or how it would manifest, but deep in her heart she felt she needed to visit his grave and just allow herself to truly let go of everything weighing on her shoulders so she could find some sort of relief. She wasn't sure how much it would help, but... everyone who cared about her kept advising her to stop bottling up her problems, and this was what she felt was the best way to finally do just that. “We're here,” she stated as she pulled up right next to the cemetery where her papá was resting. “And look who's waiting for us,” Amelia pointed out. Luz couldn't help but smile that smile that was so very hers as she quickly got out of the car and rushed over to her mom, who was waiting not that far beyond the cemetery gates. Camila couldn't help but laugh as she caught her daughter and spun her around, Luz laughing right alongside her as they embraced. “Me alegro verte, cariño,” Camila cooed. “Me alegro de verte también, mamá,” Luz replied, fighting to keep herself from tearing up just because it had been a little while since they'd seen each other... and a lot had clearly happened in that time span. “I hope things have been going well, Camila,” Amelia added as she slowly walked up to them. “Things have been busy, but good,” Camila admitted as she opened her arm, and Amelia accepted the invitation to join the hug as well with her wife and mother-in-law. “Marilyn filled me in on some of what's happened recently and... ay dios mío, how are the two of you holding up?” “We're-” Luz started to say. “Struggling, truth be told,” Amelia cut in. Luz pouted at this, but Camila could tell by the look Amelia shot her back that Luz was probably going to try and lie so she wouldn't be as worried. “Mija,” Camila spoke in that tone Luz knew full well meant her mother wasn't playing games. “Please be honest with me. I know you're scared of me getting worried about you, but we all know this problem has nothing to do with wrestling and I have no reason to be mad at you over somebody who can't let go of the hatred that's consumed him so thoroughly that he's lost the ability to think rationally.” “Lo siento, mamá,” Luz slowly said as she looked her mom in the eyes. “I just... I'm struggling. I know I shouldn't keep bottling it up and acting like everything's alright when it's clearly not, but I can't convince my brain to stop doing that! Not when I feel like I have to constantly watch my back for whatever these guys might try next since they're making it clear our lives are very much live targets now, fearing that any sign of weakness is going to get me killed... or worse, Ames, or you, or Ivy or Gage or-” “Breathe, Luna,” her mother gently requested, holding both girls tighter. Amelia further encouraged this with a kiss on Luz's masked cheek, and Luz too several slow, deep breaths to try and ground herself. “Trust me, Lulu, I'm in the exact same boat,” Amelia admitted. “Especially after what Ophelia tried to pull on me last week after the London show...” “Ay, that woman had better pray to God that I never get my hands on her...” Camila growled, and while Luz and Amelia wanted to find the thought absurd given that Ophelia was, unfortunately, a very well-trained grappler while she was a doctor who they're pretty sure had never been in a fight before, they didn't doubt for a second by the tone of Camila's voice that she would figure out some way to actually rip the Blythe matriarch limb from limb for everything's she's done and then some. “The point is, you're not alone, Luz,” Amelia leaned her head over against Luz's. “I know I struggle with bottling things up myself, but you helped me tear down those walls and keep reminding me that it's better not to let myself suffer in silence... let me and your mom help remind you that it's OK to share your burdens, because considering who's at the root of all of our problems, they're our burdens too.” Luz blinked a tear away from her eye as she nuzzled closer in the embrace, knowing her wife was right. It was stupid to try and convince herself that she was somehow to blame for what The Empire was doing and everyone she cared about being in danger because of them. Their friends and loved ones all chose to stand up and fight against them, the NCA agents helping them chose to do so because nobody deserved to be the target of a group that had long since crossed over into being classified as a terrorist organization by most of the world... Luz wasn't even responsible for being a target of theirs, as that was born of lingering beef Caleb never seemed to let go of against her father even after the strings he'd pulled to end the man's life, much as Amelia was unwilling collateral damage in her own right because her parents practically tried to sell her into an arranged marriage for Caleb's grand scheme before she was even born. “Speaking of sharing my burdens...” Luz quietly said, but it was loud enough for the other two women to hear it. She didn't need to finish the sentence, just as Camila and Amelia only needed to follow her gaze towards one particular tombstone near the heart of the cemetery to know exactly what she was building towards. The three of them pulled apart and Luz led the walk to her father's grave. The silence that settled over them held a bit of tension, but it wasn't something unsettling. If anything, it felt like the remnants of a storm that was, hopefully, on the verge of finally passing and leaving a calm behind. Once they reached their destination, Amelia and Camila watched as Luz slowly dropped to her knees, folding her hands in prayer and bowing her head as she stared at the dirt beneath her as though she were staring her father right in the eyes fir the first time in years. “Papá,” she slowly began, her voice cracking a tiny bit. “I know you've been watching over me... I can feel how proud you are of the wrestler your 'little light' has become. You know I love you with all my heart and soul, that I'm grateful for getting me started on my journey to create my own legacy as a luchador, just as you did. But... I'm struggling, dad. I'm struggling to keep my head above water and it feels like I'm drowning in my own thoughts and fears more and more with each passing day.” Luz could feel the tears rolling down her eyes now, dropping from the edges of her mask's eyeholes onto the grave. She could almost picture the concern in the expressions of both her mom and her wife's faces without having to turn her head to look at them. Still, she continued. “I don't know what to think... I know you wouldn't have wanted this for me, but I was never given a choice in the matter. I can't help but feel like I inherited your problem with this psychopath obsessed with his own religious salvation at everyone else's expense. I don't want to hate you for that... but part of me does, and I hate that I feel this way. I hate that part of me wants to blame you for this, blame the fact that you aren't here anymore to help me know how to deal with this. I know only Caleb is to blame... but I can't... I can't just keep this bottled up inside anymore. I don't want to hate you, papá, nor do I want to hate myself for any of this even happening. I don't want to hate at all! I just... I... I don't know what to do... what to think...” “Lucecita...” Luz's gaze snapped up, and she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She wasn't sure if Camila or Amelia could see, and she wanted to believe she wasn't going crazy, but... she knew the people of Mexico always held a special connection with their deceased. It was why they had a whole holiday dedicated to welcoming the spirits back so their memory would never fade, after all. But Día de Muertos was still several months away. That, however, wasn't going to stop the spirit of Manuel Nevado, aka El Espíritu Angélico, from seeing his little girl when she needed him most. “Dad...” Luz gasped softly. “Mi bebé...” she heard him say as he pulled her into a hug, or at least that's what it felt like. She tried to wrap her arms around him all the same. “Lo siento, bebé... I never wanted you to get caught up in this. You didn't deserve this... no one does. But you're allowed to feel angry at me, feel frustrated that you inherited my problem.” “Even if it's not...?” Luz started to ask. “Even if the only one to blame is Caleb,” her father's spirit confirmed. “He is... not a well man, I think that goes without saying. I wish I had an answer as to what to do about him... maybe then, I wouldn't be watching the incredible woman you've grown up to be from up above, but instead by your mother's side, getting to be in the crowd and cheer you on just as you did for me all these years. But your feelings are valid, Luna... and I'm glad you came to visit my grave and get this off your chest. I can tell it's been eating away at you for longer than you'd care to admit.” “I don't want to feel this way, though,” Luz lamented as more tears were shed. “I just want to wrestle, to live my life with the woman I love and the friends I've made. I don't want to hate you for something I know you didn't even want or ask for...” “I know...” her father told her, his voice a soothing balm on her raw emotions. “And I can tell these feelings do not come from a place of genuine hatred. Not towards me, not towards yourself, not even towards him, and I admire your strength and kindness, Luna. This... this is the young woman I'd always hoped you'd grow up to be, and never forget that I am so very proud of you. I know, deep down, that this is because you're afraid that you'll end up just as I did. But have faith, my little light... because I know, from speaking with you-know-who up above, that everything will work out and you'll have the life you deserve. Just stay strong, and know that I will always be watching over you... and that man will get what's coming to him soon enough, and he and he alone will be at fault when that time comes.” “Gracias papá... gracias...” Luz choked out as she felt her dad's hands stroking her back... followed by two more hands that she knew were definitely real. Camila and Amelia didn't need to see the ghost of El Espíritu Angélico to know he was present, and they were more than happy to join him in making sure Luz knew that everything was going to be alright, somehow, someway. The situation with The Empire wasn't ideal for anybody and they all wished it just didn't happen in the first place, but as long as they all had each other and knew that God above was watching out for them, regardless of whatever Caleb and his fanatical followers had to say claiming otherwise because of their own twisted beliefs, then everything would turn out OK. They just had to stay strong and keep fighting, no matter the odds. Thankfully, La Pequeña Luz was never good at giving up or losing all of her hope for a brighter future, no matter what she had to endure to make it a reality. RE: Polly Pingotti vs. Kemal Yilmaz vs. Gavin Taylor vs. La Pequena Luz - Jay Gold - 05-21-2025 Season 6 / Episode 39 / Ripple Effect RE: Polly Pingotti vs. Kemal Yilmaz vs. Gavin Taylor vs. La Pequena Luz - Wisteria Waltz - 05-21-2025 One mile northeast of downtown Atlanta, Georgia lies Piedmont Park, a place that has been around since the 1800s and has often served as an athletic center for the city, even giving birth to one of college football's oldest and greatest rivalries. On a day like today, Piedmont Park is a perfect place to get outside and enjoy the nice weather. This seems to be something that La Pequeña Luz is taking full advantage of as we find her deep into the forest that resides on the park grounds, slowly stepping out from among the tress and onto the pier right next to beautiful Lake Clara Meer, taking the chance to catch her breath. Judging from the sweat rolling down her skin and the tanktop and shorts she's wearing, it's safe to assume she's probably been jogging to help keep her cardio up, which is certainly not a bad idea given the hectic pace she prefers to keep her matches and the challenges that she knows await her on the horizon. A familiar hand briefly reaches into our field of vision to toss Luz a water bottle that she happily takes a few big gulps from, sighing in contentment as she slips a hand under her mask to wipe away some of the sweat. “Gracias hermosa.” Luz hands the water bottle back to the hand we can almost definitely confirm belongs to her wife Amelia, who's probably the one filming right now. Luz takes a moment to stretch herself out, looking out over the lake with a smile as she seems to reflect on where she's at now and how far she's come over the years, especially in regards to SCW. She side-eyes us as her gaze primarily remains on the lake, her grin almost infectious as she gets started. “It's funny... this time of year has always been a rather interesting one for Amelia and I since we came back to SCW, mostly because, in one for or another, there's always been a bit of a clearer path for us. Two years ago, the woman I am now proud to call my wife walked into Taking Hold of the Flame competing in the finals of a tournament over the then-vacant United States Title. She and I also both took part in the battle royal that year, but... I think it's clear our performance that night could have gone so much better, and we have no one but ourselves to blame, especially me since I didn't have the extra weight of another match weighing on my shoulders. Then, of course, there's last year. The battle royal wasn't even on our radar, because our sole focus was on devoting ourselves to being the pillars that SCW's tag team division needed to rebuild itself into what it is today. As far as we knew, our Rise to Greatness plans were already locked in, so we spent last year trying to clean up a mess that wasn't even ours all to ensure that there would be no excuses or hiccups when the biggest show of the year finally rolled around. Of course, that didn't go exactly to plan, but it's the thought that counts. This year is different, though. Ames and I are without our World Tag Team Titles, I am not the U.S. Champion right now in any form nor do I know what exactly is going on with that picture right now... my wife has her Trios contract still, but she's still deciding what to do with it as we've always preferred to rightfully earn any opportunities we get. I know there's plenty of you on the roster watching this who are probably scoffing at the idea, including one group in particular who aren't getting any more attention from me right now, but one feeling that's almost impossible to replicate is the thrill of knowing that all the hard work, all the effort, all the dedication you put into trying to get to where you want to be finally paid off. Yeah, there's the feeling of winning championship gold, but to someone like me who prides herself on doing things the hard way, that feeling is magnified when I reflect back on everything I did to reach the top of the mountain in the first place. Still, without any other avenues to explore this year, it only made sense for Amelia and I to decide we wanted to take another crack at the battle royal and see if we can fare a little better than we did two years ago, especially now that we're more experienced and have grown so much since then because of it. Naturally, that decision's drawn some attention, since everyone's been clamoring for attention to tell the world how they're going to be the one to win it this year and main event Rise to Greatness. Our old friend Selena has been trying to convince people to not even bother because her victory is all but assured, Ryan LeCavalier has been declaring that this is how she cements herself as the Star of Today... even if what she did to Glory last week reeks of the exact mentality Amelia called her out on before pinning her in that ring, fair and square. Those are just a few examples, but most have the same belief: I am going to win Taking Hold of the Flame, I am going to main event Rise to Greatness, and I am going to become World Champion. Personally? If Amelia or I are ready to take that step up, then this battle royal will be our time. If we're eliminated? Well, that's valuable experience going forward and we'll find another path onto the Rise to Greatness card this year. This isn't the only option we have, but it's the one that makes the most sense to test ourselves and see how far we've come. Which, coincidentally, leads me to Breakdown this week over at the State Farm Arena right here in Atlanta.” Luz spins around, chuckling to herself as she sways back and forth for a moment, almost looking like she's considering just throwing herself into the lake to cool off before thinking better of it. She has business to finish, after all, and this is the point where her look becomes more focused, despite her smile still being present. “If you want to promote a big battle royal, what makes more sense than having a multi-person match as a preview of sorts, right? It gives anyone who may also be in the battle royal a chance to start adapting early to when that ring begins to fill up, as well as a chance to earn some precious momentum going in to bolster your confidence as you prepare to throw people out of the ring and try to be the last person standing. Two of my three opponents will definitely be operating under that mindset, but one thing we all have in common, battle royal or no, is that we all look like we could use this win and the boost that comes with it right about now. In one form or another, we've all been struggling lately, but the sad truth is that only one of us can walk out of Breakdown Thursday night with this win. It's something I know all too well as I seem to be the half of The Light In The Darkness that constantly attracts the multi-person matches, but that only means I need to try even harder if I want my arm raised in victory because I know how this goes and I know trying to overcome three equally hungry opponents is easier said than done. Let's start with the only one who isn't in the battle royal at Taking Hold of the Flame, as far as I'm aware, and that's one of the new members of the European Fiery Nation. Hola Kemal, I'm sure you've heard all about me from your friends... well, their version of who we are, anyway. I wouldn't put it past Konrad or Ludvig or Dakon to have painted this picture of us pretty vividly for you, one that claims we're 'soft' or 'too nice' or 'afraid' just because we respect the rules of this business and prefer to do things the right way. Contrary to what they've likely tried to convince you, though, I'm not afraid of things getting a little hardcore if the rules of a match allow for it, much like I know this fourway will. I've held my own against Kim Williams with the Underground Title up for grabs, Amelia and I have beaten your friends at their own game not once, but twice if you count one of last year's Chambers, and we've clearly stepped outside of our comfort zone without issue or hesitation in all the months we were warring with the Fall of Man. Maybe their opinions have changed, maybe they haven't, but it should ultimately be up to you and you alone to form your own opinion... especially since I can tell you think a little differently than the rest of your comrades when it comes to this business. I've seen you talk about how much you wanted the match you got in London two weeks ago, a chance to prove yourself against a technician the likes of Glory Braddock, someone who Amelia and I know very well. That, to me, speaks volumes about what makes you stand out in comparison to the rest of the European Fiery Nation, Kemal, and it genuinely makes me curious if you see me or especially my wife in a similar light of respect since you clearly want to put in the work to prove your wrestling skills beyond just grabbing the first weapon you can get your hands on and wanting nothing but hardcore wrestling for every match. Which then begs the question... why not try your hand at the battle royal? Why not at least see how well you stack up against the rest of the roster and find out how close you could come to being a World Title challenger on SCW's grandest stage? Far be it from me to tell you what to do, but truthfully, what have you got to lose? A little food for thought, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm curious to see firsthand just how different you truly are when compared to your friends in that ring. Speaking of people who make for a curious challenge, let's talk about the man with a million and one nicknames, Gavin Taylor. I'm a little surprised it's taken this long for us to cross paths Gavin, but better late than never, right? I... I'll be honest, Gavin, I really don't know what to make of you. At first, all signs pointed to you being just another arrogant guy who thought way too highly of himself and used all the nicknames and bravado as a shield to hide behind while you tried to achieve glory by any means necessary. And yet, I've seen the signs of genuine talent and passion there as well. It wasn't that long ago that you almost won the battle royal yourself, and you were building momentum like crazy through actual hard-earned victories over wrestlers like Syren. You've been willing to call your shot and back it up in the ring, you've called out the hypocrisies that unraveled a messy mystery involving someone you respect... that Gavin Taylor? That's a man worth respecting in my book, without a doubt. But I know those whispers are there, Gavin... the ones taunting you over whether or not you can call yourself the 'All-Star' anymore, if you truly deserve any of those nicknames you've given yourself, the ones asking if that Gavin who almost main evented Rise to Greatness is still there. In my eyes? I know he is, I know how badly you want to be that wrestler again, and that's why I'm standing here encouraging you to dig deep Gavin. I want to face the best version of Gavin Taylor, I want to be able to look you in the eyes once that bell rings and know I just went through a heck of a match with a top-tier athlete who deserves his chance to maybe call himself a World Champion someday. All I've ever asked of any of my opponents, no matter who they are, is simply to give me their best, and you're no different. I know how badly you need this win, I'm coming in expecting the hungriest Gavin Taylor SCW has seen yet... and I'm looking forward to what kind of show we can put on when I meet that All-Star in the center of the ring.” It's at this point that Luz's smile slowly fades, leading to her taking a seat on the pier and stretching her legs across the gap created by the corner between the dock of the pier and the edge of where the lake meets the Earth. While it's clear she's using this as a means to stretch her legs before she picks up her jog again, she's also using this to clear her head as there's only one opponent left to address, and it's one Luz knows quite well. “It's been a while, Polly... I genuinely want to say that it's good to see you again, but I feel like the feeling wouldn't be mutual. And the thing is... I can't really blame you. You've made no secret of your frustrations as of late as it feels like you've been taking steps backwards just when you were finally building momentum. It reminds me an awful lot of the last one-on-one match we had with each other... a match that you won because you proved loud and clear just how much more you wanted that win all those months ago. It wasn't too much longer after that where you, Selena and Raynes eliminated my team from the Trios Tournament, denying me the chance to meet Amelia's team in the finals and show SCW what could happen when The Light In The Darkness gets the chance to face off against one another. I guess that loss in particular was a blessing in disguise since I managed to rebound and become number one contender to the U.S Title, even if I wasn't the biggest fan of how I went on to claim that title afterward. But that's just it... I know you look at me, someone whose number you've had time and time again, and feel frustrated over everything I've managed to earn for myself despite those losses. Trust me when I say this, Polly: I've been frustrated too, looking back on our history. Because no matter what accolades I've earned to my name, I'm a competitor, and knowing that you're someone I have yet to properly defeat only drives me to keep working hard until I can finally prove that it's possible for La Pequeña Luz to defeat Polly Pingotti in that ring. I know the kind of fire you're going to bring to this match, Polly, and I'm anticipating it to burn even hotter than the last two times we've clashed. But even with all of that, know that I'm being honest when I say I believe that your time is coming, perhaps even as soon as Taking Hold of the Flame. I have no reason to lie about the talent of someone who I haven't really been able to beat quite yet... but for that same reason, I want there to be no hard feelings if I do walk out of this match as the winner, because just knowing I was able to finally earn a win over you would give this win even more meaning to myself and the growth I've experienced on my professional wrestling journey thus far. Four very hungry competitors sharing one ring, all determined to walk out of Atlanta with a win on Thursday night. I couldn't ask for a better challenge, and I'm truly looking forward to stepping into the ring with all three of you and seeing if I have what it takes to keep notching wins against multiple opponents at once. Perhaps it could be a sign of a bright future for me at Taking Hold of the Flame... but we're taking this road to Rise to Greatness one step at a time and seeing how it unfolds. I'm not going to get ahead of myself, I'm just going to step up to the plate and see just how well I fare against the three of you before we had so many more people to the mix. So, let's put on a show those fans will never forget, because it's the very least we owe them for bearing witness to this incredible battle we're about to wage against one another, and may the best wrestler on this night win.” With that, Luz hops up to her feet, bouncing in place for a moment to loosen herself up as she flashes us one final grin. She glances behind herself at her reflection in the lake, taking a moment to perhaps observe the person she is now, burning the image into her brain... and then, with a nod to herself, she sprints back into the woods, ready and eager to keep pushing herself to greater and greater heights as we watch her run off before losing sight of her among the trees, which is when we finally slowly fade out. RE: Polly Pingotti vs. Kemal Yilmaz vs. Gavin Taylor vs. La Pequena Luz - Kemal Yilmaz - 05-21-2025 Meeting Konrad's twin brother for the first time part 1 and discussing Gavin, Polly and Luz.