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Amelia Nevado - Fatal Fortunes RP Thread - Wisteria Waltz - 01-06-2026
OOC: Chronologically, read this piece for Amelia after you read Luz's, as Luz's takes place after her match on night one of Shattered Reality and Amelia's (this one) takes place after her own match on night two.
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Shattered Reality had left a bitter taste in Amelia's mouth.
For as much as she tried to put it out of her mind, remind herself that she wasn't good enough yet, even accept the congratulations that were given to her by those in the gorilla position when she stepped through the curtain on having yet another potential match of the year contender on her resume, she had to face the facts:
She'd lost to Glory Braddock, one-on-one, once again.
She'd taken her shot, throwing herself at the biggest challenge available to her at the moment, and she'd fallen short again.
Just like she had against Syren.
Just like she had against Cid Turner.
All in all, it was a very bitter pill to swallow, and not how she imagined closing out a year that, on paper, felt like the worst year of her entire wrestling career.
She didn't want to believe that, especially when compared to the earliest years of her time in the business, the times where she was unbeatable, yes, but also absolutely miserable because she was forced to be someone she's not. As she found herself pondering them, however, the facts didn't lie. 2025 had started with her and Luz, after ending 2024 in a defiant display of heart and determination against them, being bullied and thrown aside by the Fall of Man despite their best efforts. From there, Amelia had seen a series of highs and lows, the highest point arguably being a big win at Rise to Greatness that felt like just the proof she needed that she was ready... only for her last three pay-per-view results to say otherwise. Sure, she'd challenged for the World Title, but what else did she have to show for her efforts?
Could she even really count the World Title opportunity considering she'd used her Trios contract to force it, as opposed to Glory who'd earned her way to her own shot or Syren who won a number one contender's match just last night?
Amelia tried to shake it off as she stepped into the backstage area, but for some reason, the pain of this loss was particularly hard to ignore, and worse yet, it was opening up so many old wounds that she thought had healed over time. She could feel herself slipping, the negative thoughts ensnaring her like a tornado that refused to let her out of its eye. She hugged herself tight, her body trembling, as she carefully stepped aside to be out of sight. It was almost instinct, as if her mother's commands were still echoing in her thoughts, especially as she could see Glory not too far away, having left the ring ahead of her and still soaking in the hard-fought victory.
'Do not let that woman see how weak she made you look,' the familiar cruel tone of Ophelia Blythe commanded, and the memory of that voice haunting her thoughts was enough for Amelia to duck out of sight, fighting to keep herself from truly breaking down and crying over this latest setback.
She tried to tell herself it was alright, that she'd do better next time, that 2026 would be a much better year for her, but she couldn't even think it convincingly enough.
“Amelia?”
Amelia looked up, not even realizing that she had sunk to the floor at some point, and locked eyes with her wife. To say that La Pequeña Luz looked worried would be an understatement, and she was already kneeling down beside her wife, not caring if anybody saw or had a remark about it because Amelia was clearly not doing well and that was Luz's top priority.
“Ames? Can you hear me?” she asked, earning a nod from Amelia in return. “Are you alright?”
“What do you think?” Amelia shot back, perhaps more bitter than she might've intended.
“Right, stupid question...” Luz admitted, facepalming at the mistake. “You want to talk about it?”
“...what is there to even talk about, Luz?” Amelia mumbled. “I lost... despite how badly I needed this win, not even because it was Glory standing across the ring from me, I failed. Again.”
“Ames, look at me,” Luz asked, and Amelia did so. “I know it hurts, and yeah, it absolutely sucks. But, we'll have a few weeks to just kind of relax and pull ourselves together before SCW picks back up in the new year. I can feel it... 2026 will be the year of Amelia Nevado...”
Luz kept talking, doing her best to try and cheer her wife up in that special, goofy way that only she could. This time, though... it didn't seem to have the same effect on Amelia that it usually did. If anything, not that Luz seemed to be aware of this as she'd apparently shifted to rattling off possible plans for them to enjoy the holidays together to rest up for a fresh start in the new year, it seemed to be having the opposite effect on Amelia than it usually did. The more optimistic Luz tried to be about Amelia's future, the more she tried to treat this like it was just another setback she could move on from, as though it were just that easy, the more irrationally angry she felt herself growing.
'Who is she to tell you that you can just put tonight behind you that easily?' a voice suddenly spoke in her head... a voice that sounded both familiar and yet foreign at the same time. 'She won her match this weekend! She's holding championship gold again! What does she have to worry about?'
Amelia tried to ignore whatever feeling this intrusive thought seemed to bring with it, but as much as she hated to admit it... there was a good point. Luz had won her match, she'd become United States Champion for the third time last night, and while Amelia had been proud of her wife and happily celebrating with her just 24 hours prior... now the memory just left a bitter taste in her mouth, feeling like she once again ruined what could've been something special all because Luz succeeded where she had fallen short.
She didn't know how much time had passed over contemplating this and hating every second of it, but by the time she snapped out of it, she saw that Luz had risen to her feet and was offering a hand to help her up, though the concern in her eyes made it clear that she was starting to realize her optimistic pep talk didn't seem to do the trick this time.
'She's pitying you,' the voice called out in her head again.
“Ames?” Luz called out, the worry painfully clear in her voice. “Can you hear me?”
Before Amelia could even register what was happening, she found herself smacking Luz's offered hand away before she slowly pulled herself back to her feet. It was a bit more difficult than she seemed to believe it would be considering she'd just wrestled yet another lengthy match and could definitely feel everything that Glory had put her through, but she managed to get back to her feet on her own and started heading towards her locker room.
“Mi amor?” Luz practically choked out, clearly taken aback by Amelia smacking her hand away and now trying to leave without her. She followed after Amelia, keeping a healthy distance so Amelia didn't feel like she was being smothered by her wife... even if Luz felt justified in being more worried than usual.
If Amelia had fully been paying attention, she wouldn't have blamed Luz for being scared right now. After all, she hadn't seen Amelia react this badly to a loss since the night where Luz herself had been responsible for the very first blemish ever on Amelia's otherwise-perfect record at the time, and Amelia's reaction to defeat had still been fairly bad the first couple of times she'd endured it after that night as the wounds from being forced to live up to her parents' unreasonably high expectations were still extremely fresh. And yet, Amelia was arguably the best version of herself now, finally well and truly free of her parents and everything they could ever do to her, allowed to enjoy the life she chose and be unapologetically herself.
So why did she feel like this loss, in particular, had her believing her entire world was crumbling around her again?
Suddenly, she found herself thinking back to two years ago, when she and Luz were challenging Dark Fantasy for what would become their first World Tag Title reign. She remembered the warning that Ravyn had given her, the claims of the challenges she had gone through with Syren when it came to clashing desires and the pride of the wrestling business, the similarities she saw between the two couples. She'd brushed it off back then, believing it was just Ravyn's usual mind games to try and divide and conquer before their title match, confident that she and Luz could just talk through any problem and work through any issues together.
'Can you, though?' that inner voice claimed again. 'Would she truly understand if you explained to her how much you envy her success?'
“I don't...” Amelia started to say. She felt tempted to argue, knowing full well that she and Luz and been in this exact same scenario many years ago, except with the roles reversed now. The problem was, she knew that Luz envied the success she was finding at that time, and while they'd talked through it, she'd be lying to herself if what she felt right now wasn't any different.
“You don't what?” Luz spoke, snapping Amelia out of her thoughts and making her realize she'd spoken out loud. “Amelia, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting really worried now. Please talk with me...”
“...what do you want me to say, Luz?” Amelia replied, again knowing her voice had a sharper edge to it than she intended. Still, that inferno burned within her, and even as she reached her locker room and placed her hand on the knob, it didn't simmer. If anything, she felt it burn hotter in her veins. “I lost. Glory once again proved she's better than me, just like everyone else that's made their point that maybe I don't belong in the main event picture, that I jumped into that deep end a little too soon. Should I apologize for being such a failure and once again ruining what could've been a much better moment for us because I couldn't get the job done? Should I admit that you're the better half of us so everyone can feel happy about being right?”
“Ames, what the heck!?” Luz cried, actually taking a step back at her wife's harsh reply. She opened her mouth to follow up, but suddenly found herself unable to come up with anything to say beyond her initial horrified exclamation. Seeing how awful Luz felt when, truth be told, none of this was actually her fault, briefly snapped Amelia out of whatever haze had overtaken her in the past few minutes, but while she looked guilty, it didn't fully erase the feeling that still simmered in her gut.
The two women just stared at one another, an unfamiliar tension beginning to suffocate them both, until Amelia huffed and opened the door to her locker room.
“I'm going to take a shower,” she declared., though her voice sounded a bit strained, like she, herself, wasn't sure about what to even say right now. “After that... we'll see...”
Amelia didn't elaborate any further, and despite Luz calling her name and reaching for her, Amelia didn't pause or respond, instead just closing the door behind her and locking it, ensuring total privacy. She knew she didn't need it... Luz was already intimately familiar with every inch of her and would never make it awkward or uncomfortable, and she could feel her heart aching for her wife's presence, practically begging her to unlock the door right now and resolve this. In response to any consideration for that, her brain seemed to counter that Amelia was better off without Luz right now, and some time alone would do her some good to stew over the painful facts that she was closing the year out on.
Deep down, Amelia knew that wasn't true, but trying to override the pain of tonight's loss was proving easier said than done.
Even as she stripped down to her birthday suit and made her way to the shower, hoping the hot water would rinse away all the problems that seemed to be clinging to her like a second skin tonight, her thoughts refused to rest. She could hear Paul's words from a few days ago, the ones that had briefly sent her spiraling like she just knew she was now, echoing in her mind once more, claiming that Glory didn't truly care about her or respect her, repeating comments Glory had made in the past to question whether or not Amelia was ready to take that next step up.
As the water began raining down upon her and she worked to try and wash the aches and exhaustion out of her muscles, her brain refused to stop going. She could practically hear her parents' disappointment rattling in her skull, berating her for yet another failure that could've been avoided if she had just stuck to the plan they had laid out for her. Even if she managed to banish that from her mind, her thoughts redirected her back to Under Attack just last month. It wasn't the loss she suffered against Syren, though, that chose to plague her brain next... no, it was the words Meghan Strader had said to her wife leading up to the moment where she had ended Luz's second U.S. Title reign.
“And finally,” Meghan had stated, “you’ll have a legitimate claim to chase the World Championship from what you have done as U.S. Champ before I dethroned you.”
'Meghan wasn't wrong,' that voice from before rattled in her skull. 'Luz has earned that right, and last night only solidified it more. Three times now she's held the U.S. Championship, and people like Meghan believe she's done more for that belt that Cid Turner has for the World Title you failed to take away from him. What have you done? A short TV Title reign? Luz eclipsed that easily. A Trios contract? That ended up being wasted on an opportunity no one believed you deserved in the first place.'
“Shut... up...” Amelia growled, hands going from washing her hair to starting to pull at her brown locks, as if the pain of trying to rip them out by the roots would finally afford her some mental peace and quiet.
'Why aren't more people talking about you, Amelia?' the intrusive thought probed further. 'Why are they saying Luz has earned the right to aim for the top while telling you, to your face, that you don't belong there? Why is Luz constantly featuring in all of SCW's promotional videos while you are nowhere to be found? She has taken the spotlight for herself... and you're simply burning away in her light.'
“Shut up!” Amelia cried again, no longer able to tell if the wet streak trailing down her cheeks was water from the shower or her own tears finally breaking through the proverbial dam.
The problem was, no matter how angry she got at her thoughts for painting this picture for her... they weren't wrong, and Amelia's throat was burning from how badly she wanted to either scream or vomit or... anything that might quell the storm.
'Selena Frost, Meghan Strader, Glory Braddock...' the voice continued. 'All three claim to respect you, one even still considers you a friend... at least, when the cameras aren't rolling. And yet, none of them have ever shown you the same respect they show to your wife. None of them believe you can succeed like she has. Luz is the shining star of The Light In The Darkness, and Amelia Nevado is the failure destined to be forgotten to that very darkness, just as Ravyn predicted all those years ago.'
“No! You're wrong!” Amelia yelled, thrashing around as though she could hit something, anybody, and this voice would finally shut up and leave her alone.
'You know I speak the truth,' the voice continued. 'After all... I'm you.'
Amelia didn't know when it happened, but at some point in her internal struggle, she had wandered out of the shower and found herself back in the locker room again, her gaze drifting over to a mirror set up in one of the lockers. She didn't see the reflection of her naked, trembling, distressed form, however. No... the woman staring back at her wore her face, but looked far more confidant than Amelia had felt in some time. If anything, she almost looked like a champion: poised, proud, unstoppable. Almost like...
“Who I used to be...” Amelia mumbled out loud, feeling her own heart drop as she said those words.
“Correction: who you still are, deep inside,” her reflection claimed. “You can shed the last name, cut all ties with mother and father, but you'll always have the blood of the Blythe legacy pumping through your veins, and you know that's a legacy that demands perfection.”
“That's not me anymore!” Amelia yelled at herself.
“Maybe you're right,” her reflection shrugged. “After all, Amelia Blythe would have never let anyone make a joke out of her, not even her own wife. Think of all you could've had... wrestling greatness, championship glory just by demanding the opportunity, the respect you deserve. Maybe Caleb had a point... maybe you do need to be saved...”
“You don't know what you're talking about,” Amelia spat, shoulders shaking as she breathed heavily, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
“Oh, but I do,” the reflection scoffed. “Like I said, I'm you... the real you, buried beneath the charade of weakness that everyone has taken advantage of. Case in point: how quickly is someone going to go for your throat over the way you went after Glory's injured leg, trying to beat her at her own game, but will conveniently forget how Luz took advantage of the referee being down to turn Gavin's Lights Out and steal the U.S. Title?”
Amelia tried to turn back towards the shower, hoping that if she finished it and got dressed she could try to put this out of her head. Maybe she could say something to Celine the next time the therapist was available for a session. Amelia was so lost in her head that she'd completely forgotten she just wandered out of the shower soaking wet and hadn't dried off, slipping on a puddle that had formed beneath her and falling to the floor with a thud.
“Face it, Amelia...” her reflection taunted her. “They were all right about you. You haven't earned anything on your own since that U.S. Title tournament where you lost in the finals so very long ago. You had to rely on a contract won for you with the help of others, including outside help, just to give yourself something. Meanwhile, Luz is getting opportunity after opportunity handed to her. Who knows? Maybe Fatal Fortunes will see her challenge for the World Title and succeed where you failed, while the luck of the draw relegates you to something embarrassing that's inevitably forgotten? Maybe you were never good enough to strike it out on your own-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Amelia roared at the top of her lungs as she reached for the nearest thing she could get her hands on, which turned out to be one of her boots, and hurled it as hard as she could. The sound of glass shattering pierced the agonizing haze of her thoughts as she slowly looked up through burning eyes, seeing the mirror lying in fragments before her. The concerns that she had destroyed venue property or the whole 'seven years of bad luck' thing briefly flashed through her mind before she saw the reflection that manifested from her most intrusive thoughts still grinning at her, almost in mockery and disappointment, in the broken pieces.
“Amelia!?” she heard Luz's voice call through the door, followed by frantic knocking and attempts to turn the knob despite it being locked. “Amelia, are you alright!?”
“Go away!” Amelia yelled, though her throat felt hoarse from yelling at herself. Instead of pulling herself to her feet or even crawling anywhere to either finish her shower or get dressed or... anything at all, she just laid there, naked as the day she was born, every scar gifted to her from her parents fully exposed to the lights above. Luz's frantic attempts to get to her felt like white noise right now, and there was a burning thought that Amelia didn't want Luz to make it inside.
It made her skin crawl, but she couldn't deny it any longer... they were all right. Luz was eclipsing her, and Amelia found herself hating her wife over it just as much as she hated herself.
RE: Amelia Nevado - Fatal Fortunes RP Thread - Wisteria Waltz - 01-07-2026
We open up on what appears to be a fairly simple scene. The home gym we find ourselves in is familiar, even if it's one we haven't gotten to see in quite some time. The various motivational posters and replica championships adorning the walls serve as positive reinforcement that who this gym belongs to is, in fact, capable of achieving great things in the ring and being regarded as one of the best wrestlers out there. All sorts of workout equipment and training mats and dummies are well-worn with years of intense use, but never to the point where they've become unsafe or need to be replaced. This is the home gym belonging to the tag team known as The Light In The Darkness, and you can practically feel the energy in the air to know that this is a gym where incredible talent has been nurtured and built over a long period of time.
And yet, the sight of the person standing in the middle of the training ring doesn't seem to be carrying herself with the kind of confidence and positive energy that one would expect to find in a place like this.
It's hard to know exactly what's happened, but Amelia Nevado certainly doesn't look like the proud young woman we've known her to be every single time she's stood before us. Her workout clothes are stained with sweat, there's an air of exhaustion about her, and she generally looks like she'd been hard at work here for who knows how long at this point... perhaps even too long, to the point where one would be right to be concerned about whatever she's been putting herself through since we last saw her at Shattered Reality. Even her usual ponytail is nowhere to be found, her hair framing her face in an absolute mess that, if she had been anything like the woman she was raised to present herself as by her parents, would have never been acceptable. Her breathing is heavy as she looks around at every framed replica title belt and every motivational poster on the walls around her, almost looking shockingly irritated by their presence more than anything else. When she does finally speak, there's a bitter note to her tone that's almost jarring.
“I'm going to be honest with you all... I hated professional wrestling growing up. I hated that I had a natural talent for it, that I was born into a wrestling family. It was nothing against the business itself, it's just not what would've been my first choice for the path I wanted to walk in my life. That has more to do with my upbringing than anything else... I knew, from the moment I was old enough to understand the Blythe family legacy, that I would have no choice but to become the next chapter of it. My parents saw to that, training me relentlessly, demanding nothing less than absolute perfection out of my every move. My holds were never meant to be broken, my skills were never meant to be outmatched, I was never supposed to know what defeat felt like.
Obviously, you all hear me say this and know that's stupid. Nobody's perfect, everyone in this business loses at some point, and that's a fact I had to come to terms with eventually. That harsh but necessary lesson was ultimately taught to me by the woman I love with all my heart, the woman I now call my wife, the woman who helped me find my own passion and love for this business that I never truly had before. Thanks to La Pequeña Luz, I found my way, and over the years, we have always proven to be each other's equals, pushing one another to greater and greater heights and inspiring one another to always be our absolute best.
Unfortunately... it seems as though SCW doesn't seem to appreciate those efforts. At least... when it comes to me.”
Amelia lets out a shaky breath, a harsh edge to the look she gives us that feels both understandable and yet wrong at the same time.
“I look back on this past year of my career, and I can say with bitter certainty that 2025 was arguably the worst year of my professional wrestling career. The World Tag Title run I had alongside my wife coming into this year? Destroyed at the hands of the Fall of Man when they were still a relatively cohesive unit. After that... it's hard to really define what last year really was to me. I've won matches, I've lost matches, I've found myself left off pay-per-view cards and only appeared in support of Luz. Arguably the last big match I truly won was at Rise to Greatness when I managed to overcome Chris Cannon... my only other win since then was in tag team against alongside my wife over the Straders. I cashed in my Trios contract and took a shot at Cid Turner, only to fall short. I took a shot at Syren as she felt like the biggest challenge available at the time, same goes for Glory Braddock a month later... fell short both of those times as well. Despite my best efforts, despite busting my butt harder than perhaps any other wrestler in the locker room, I have nothing to show for it.
On the flip side, you have my wife. She also entered this year as U.S. Champion, albeit with an interim tag attached to it. Over the course of the year, she's proceeded to hold that title a total of three times now. While it won't be to the same degree as in previous year, she's entering her third straight Fatal Fortunes with multiple bookings to show the world what she's got... while I only have one chance this time, and whatever that opportunity may be is beyond my control.
I hate to say it... I really hate to say it because I truly love Luz with every fiber of my being... but I hate the way things are now. I hate that I look at her masked face and instead of smiling and feeling proud, I just feel bitter. It's not her fault, she's worked hard to build herself into the wrestler everyone sees her as... the problem is, I've been working just as hard, but I don't seem to have the same star power that everyone else views her as having. Meghan Strader flat out told Luz that she views her as worthy of stepping up and going after the World Title, that she's done more for the U.S. Title than she feels Cid has done for the World Title... meanwhile, I've had the likes of Selena and Glory practically telling me that I don't belong in the World Title picture, that I wasn't ready, and my loss to Cid justifies that.
Here I stand, a woman who has poured her heart and soul into this business, stained every mat I've ever touched with my blood, sweat and tears as proof of how hard I'm working and what this business means to me... and yet, as far as everyone else is concerned, I'm the weaker half of The Light In The Darkness. I'm nothing without Luz by my side. She's earned her place in all the hype packages and promotional material while I'm barely anywhere to be found. She's fought hard and earned every opportunity she's had to prove herself a worthy United States Champion... I had to use a Trios contract just to give myself a similar opportunity. Not only that, but whenever I have laid out my desire to push myself through whatever restrictions or gauntlet would prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm just as good as the likes of Glory, Syren, Selena, Cid, James Evans, Meghan Strader, even my own wife... I'm told not to do it because I'd be throwing my career away. Yet Glory makes a big deal out of refusing to compete in Taking Hold of the Flame last year, decides she's going to substitute it with a winning streak, and instead of receiving any similar warning, she's not only allowed to do it, but gets rewarded for her efforts.
I hate standing here, saying any of these things... but it's hard not to be frustrated when you're in my position, and I don't want to stand here and pretend that I'm not frustrated, that everything's alright, because it's not. It hurts, more than any of those names I listed off whether they truly respect me or not may truly understand, that all my efforts seem to be in vain and instead of being able to be happy with what I've done and properly celebrate the career I've built for myself with the woman who means more to me than even my own life... I feel like I'm being left in the dust, that SCW let me get it out of my system and now they're happy with pushing me back into irrelevance even if I have given them not one, not two, but three matches over the past three pay-per-view events that have been among the best in SCW history... all because I came out on the losing end each and every time.”
Amelia leans on the top rope of the training ring, her body trembling as she seems to be struggling with everything she's saying, even if she knows it needs to be said. We can tell this feels like something that's been brewing beneath the surface for a long time, and it's hard to blame her for wanting to finally get it all off her chest.
“Saitama, Japan... London, Ontario, Canada... for the next two weeks, both of these great cities will play host to Fatal Fortunes, an event I'm all too familiar with at this point. It's a concept where anything can happen, and you always have to be prepared for the unexpected because it's the ultimate test of one's will and ability to adapt. As I said earlier, in past years I've enjoyed having multiple chances to shine, both times standing proudly by Luz's side as we defended our World Tag Team Titles against randomly paired teams who may not have worked out, but gave us a fight nonetheless. Heck, last year resulted in arguably two of the bloodiest matches I've ever been a part of, with my non-title booking seeing me team with Xander Valentine to win a tag team First Blood Match.
The year before that, my non-title booking saw me lose a handicap match... the infamous incident where Selena Frost was advertised to show and was supposed to be my partner, but she wasn't there and I had to go it alone, the incident that many blame for Selena being the way she is today.
This year, unlike my wife, I'm not walking in as a champion of any kind. Whatever draw I get, that's my one and only chance to make the most of it. Maybe I'll find myself with a title opportunity, even if that means possibly having to take the very title that Luz just won back away from her as one such scenario. Maybe I'll find myself in a match where winning will earn me a future title opportunity... or maybe I'll find myself in some stipulation that's so ridiculous I should be amused by it when all is set and done.
So many possibilities... but every voice in my head right now is screaming that it's not enough.
On my own, no one seems to truly believe I've properly earned anything, or that what I have accomplished means so little in the long run. Luz and I have established ourselves as perhaps the best modern tag team in SCW today, carrying the tag division on our backs for so long and elevating it to heights it hadn't been for quite some time... but no one cares about what Luz and I did together when right now it's all about what I can do on my own. I have a single reign as TV Champion... a reign that ended fast and has been eclipsed time and time again by nearly every TV Champion who's followed after me. I had my Trios win in 2024... but perhaps my failed cash-in proved Selena right, that the tainted win I never wanted to have attached to my name was proof that I should've just given her my contract in the first place.
I'm tired of this... I'm tired of not being taken seriously, I'm tired of being disregarded, I'm tired of being viewed as the weak link of The Light In The Darkness when I have worked just as hard as Luz has and earned the same level of respect. I'm sick of people claiming I'm 'too nice' for this business and that's why I'm not succeeding when Luz has always been the kinder soul between the two of us and she's shining brighter than ever. Say what you want about how I'm choosing to react in the wake of my Shattered Reality loss, because if Glory's win over me taught me anything? It's that clearly if I'm going to prove to anyone that I'm this supposed talented wrestler that she claims I am, then something has to change.
I'm going to make myself loud and clear right here and now to the entire SCW roster... I don't care who you are, I don't care if you think you're better than me, I'm telling you all right now that you do not want this more than I do. I don't care what Fatal Fortunes has in store for me because I am going to throw nothing less than my absolute best at it and I am going to win, because these two shows have to be the beginning... the beginning of my fight to make 2026 my year, no matter what. I am going to put myself through hell if that's what it takes to prove to each and every one of you that I truly deserve to be considered a main event player around here. I will call myself a singles champion before this year is done, no matter what I need to do to prove to SCW that I have earned the chance to step up to the plate with nothing more than my efforts in the ring. Maybe it will be the World Championship, maybe it will be something else, but either way? It starts at Fatal Fortunes, no matter who I have to go through or what I have to endure.
Mark my words... by the end of 2026, I'm going to earn the same level of respect and success that my wife has earned, because I need this more than any of you could possibly comprehend.
Regardless of who it is that awaits me... I'll see you at Fatal Fortunes, and all I ask is that you give me nothing less than your best to overcome.”
As soon as she finishes talking, Amelia climbs out of the training ring in rather aggressive fashion and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she leaves. If you were to look carefully enough, you could see a small trail of water that is likely tears shed on her way out, knowing that she's put herself into probably her most unhealthy state of mind yet but feeling like she has no choice anymore. As we slowly fade out, we can't help but wonder if she's putting too much pressure on herself... but the more you think about it, the more you realize that she's not wrong about anything she's said and that probably hurts more than you could possibly imagine.