01-07-2026, 08:38 PM
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.
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.
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Tag Team Record: 29-11-1*
La Pequeña Luz Solo Record: 23-12
Amelia Blythe Nevado Solo Record: 15-14-1
*The tag team turmoil on the 9/14/2023 Breakdown is counted in this record as the three separate matches LITD had in the gauntlet up until their elimination.
Breakdown 3/30/2023 - Kim Williams' Trios Cash-In
La Pequeña Luz: 3 Falls
Amelia Blythe Nevado: 2 Falls
*Neither one finished high enough to win any championships in this match
*Result listed separately and not counted in records due to lack of clarity on how to count falls
SCW Accomplishments
SCW Television Championship (Amelia Blythe Nevado - 29 Days)
SCW Television Championship (La Pequeña Luz - 98 Days)
SCW World Tag Team Championship [3] (1 - 81 Days) (2 - 109 Days) (3 - 231 Days)
SCW United States Championship (La Pequeña Luz) [3] (1/Interim Reign - 94 Days) (2 - 98 Days) (3 - Current)
2024 Trios Tournament Winner (Amelia Blythe Nevado, w/ Xander Valentine and Billy Heaven Jr.)
2023 Tag Team of the Year
2023 Match of the Year (Kim Williams' Trios Cash-In)
2024 Tag Team of the Year