Kimberly Williams vs. La Pequena Luz

[Wisteria Waltz]

When Luz and Amelia arrived in Kansas City for Playing the Wildcard, they had a lot weighing on their minds.

If nothing else, though, the couple had become masters of compartmentalizing when they had to narrow down their focus, for better or worse.

Thankfully, it seemed to work out this time around. The Light In The Darkness had walked into the Hy-Vee Arena nervous but as prepared as they thought they could possibly be, considering they were facing a daunting but unknown challenge in the tandem of Amy Chastaine and Simon Lyman—two true SCW legends, but two competitors still fresh off of returning from retirement. The couple had to admit that they certainly needed to adjust their tactics on the fly a few times in the face of some new tricks from Simon and a more grounded style from Amy they honestly should have expected given her knee issues that ended up retiring her in the first place, which had been the downside of basing most of their preparation on footage of their old matches from years ago. They would ultimately score the huge victory, but not without a hell of a fight in the process that showed them firsthand why the two were considered legends in the first place.

With the pay-per-view in the rear-view mirror now, they could only hope that they had proven to be a sufficient test for the two of them, especially Amy both in terms of the stability of her knee and her confidence at being back in the ring again.

With a bit of a break until the next Breakdown, the focus now shifted over to the branching paths laid out before them in terms of what to do about the issues that threatened to consume and corrupt their careers. It was becoming more and more apparent that if left alone for long enough, The Empire were experts at taking control of the narrative and twisting it into whatever way benefited them the most, which is how things had gotten to this point in the first place. The problem was that Luz and Amelia were at a disadvantage in trying to actually address everything because The Empire seemed to have all the information they needed between the investigator they'd hired as well as Amelia's parents being part of the group themselves, while the two of them had a few pieces to the puzzle but nothing that could allow them to actually start putting anything together.

After exploring their options and talking things over with their friends, they'd ultimately decided the best place to start might be enlisting the help of Ryan Lumis, the private investigator who had exacerbated this mess in the first place. Once he'd learned the full scope of what he'd done, he felt it was only fair to offer pro bono work to the girls in order to make amends and try to clean up his track record, giving them the chance to turn the tables and use one of The Empire's secret weapons against them. When Amelia had called him last, he was in the middle of finishing up another job but offered to meet them in Kansas City after the pay-per-view to discuss the details and figure out the best place to start looking.

It was the easiest and safest option available to them right now, but also the one that would require the most time to produce results. That combined with Ryan's immediate availability made it the perfect starting point to their counterattack.

“I really hope we're not going to regret this,” Amelia mumbled as she and Luz made the walk from their hotel to the diner they'd agreed to meet Ryan at.

“Same,” Luz agreed with a nod of her head. “Ivy and Gage have a point, though. We really don't have much to work with to even begin understanding why Caleb's doing all of this in the first place, while he's got enough on me to seemingly produce a perfect copycat to use for his own purposes. And let's not forget that your mom now knows that you and Ivy have reconnected among other things she should just keep her nose out of.”

“I think that's the part that both confuses and concerns me the most,” Amelia admitted. “She made me cut ties with Ivy when I was a kid with all those threats, and yet we're rebuilding that bridge and she hasn't done anything with that knowledge yet.”

“Maybe she can't do anything with it?” Luz pondered out loud. “Hear me out: considering you're an adult, she has no legal power over you anymore even if she constantly thinks otherwise. Plus, she really has no influence or even citizenship here in the U.S. to use to her advantage like she does in England, whereas Ivy's been a legal U.S. citizen for longer than even the both of us have. Add in the fact that Ivy's seemingly built up a good amount of influence in her own right with all the people your mom would need to target, and I get the feeling the best she can do right now is try to hold this over your head to get you to make that mistake all over again.”

It was an optimistic theory at best, even if she had a few facts to support it, but it was something Luz knew she needed to say right now to get a solid foothold on her girlfriend's train of thought. The amount of mental power that Aleister and Ophelia Blythe still held over Amelia despite all the steps she's taken to break free from them truly sickened her. Barring maybe Caleb White, she could think of no two individuals who angered her more because of the sheer amount of inhumane acts they would resort to just to have everything their way at the end of the day. Her own parents raised her to always try and find the good in others and be the bigger person, but even in the few interactions she'd had with them Luz could say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there wasn't even a microscopic shred of good or decency to be found in Amelia's parents, and it baffled her to this day how such human beings could actually exist in this world. Even some of her worst bullies growing up weren't truly bad people and had changed their tunes once they grew up and got a big dose of reality.

“Knowing my mom, she definitely has some sort of scheme in the works,” Amelia finally said after thinking over Luz's theory, snapping the luchadora out of her thoughts. “You might be onto something though... and... even if we should still keep our eyes peeled, I appreciate the optimism Lulu. I still don't understand how you seem to have that in spades even with everything you went through growing up.”

“I have my parents to thank for that,” Luz said, her voice getting noticeably quieter. “They always taught me to give people a chance and that hatred is just a tool some people use when they're desperate to try and bring others down to their level, especially my dad. Both in and out of the ring there was a lot he had to face and so many people trying to break him down, but he stood strong against it all and never wavered in being himself... even up until the very end. It... it was inspiring, and only strengthened how much I wanted to be as strong as he was when I grew up.”

Amelia draped an arm over Luz's shoulder and pulled her into a side hug, silently thanking the heavens above that she was at such a comfortable level with her girlfriend that she could pull this off naturally. The last thing she wanted was for anyone who happened to pass them on the street to start questioning if Luz was alright, especially since her father was still a subject that rattled her all these years later. They kept walking as Amelia took the lead, letting Luz slowly but surely recompose herself in her girlfriend's embrace. When Luz leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, that was her sign that she was feeling better, though she still held her close as they kept walking.

“You alright, querida?” Amelia softly asked.

“A little...” Luz admitted.

“Luz... I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again now: you are so incredibly strong, maybe more than you realize,” Amelia began. “Considering how I was when we first met, you could have easily just left me be after you became the first loss I'd ever had in a wrestling ring. You could have let me wallow in my shattered self-confidence and let me go back to my parents and whatever punishment awaited me for failing because you had no reason to reach out. And yet, you did anyway... you reached out, you gave me a chance when no one else did, you were patient with me as I slowly but surely put myself back together after everything they'd done to me, you even stood by my side and helped me fight to ensure I'd finally be free of their influence once and for all, even when it wasn't your fight! I wish I was half as strong as you are, La Pequeña Luz, but I know that with your help I'll get there someday.”

Luz was in awe of the words that she was hearing. She knew full well how much she'd gone out of her way to help Amelia when she really didn't have to and she'd been told this countless times before, but something about hearing it now really seemed to pull her back from the brink of believing that her best efforts to try and invoke some sort of positive change in this world were all for naught. True, maybe it wasn't a foolproof effort, but sometimes one small act of kindness truly did go a long way and she just needed to stay strong and keep looking on the bright side no matter how dark things got.

The couple couldn't help but share a kiss before they realized they'd arrived at the diner. They took a moment to make sure they were ready before heading inside, where thankfully it didn't look like the place was too busy at the moment. When they talked to the hostess and told her they were here for a meeting, she informed them that no one by the name of Ryan Lumis had arrived yet but she'd happily seat them and direct him to their table once he arrived. Once they were at their booth, they opted to sit beside one another so Ryan would feel comfortable talking with them face-to-face as they started to decide what they wanted to order while they waited.

They had been so caught up in their little moment that they never realize someone had spotted them outside and seemed to recognize them, nor that said person had decided to grab a bite to eat in this same diner as they bided their time. They sat close enough to hear the girls if need be, but not close enough that it felt suspicious considering they'd walked in shortly after the girls.

As the girls settled on what to eat and informed the waitress they were waiting on one more to join them before they were ready to order, they both got a notification on their phones. Expecting it to either be a message from Ryan to let them know he was on his way or maybe something from one of their friends, they were a little surprised to find that it came from SCW management. They were further taken aback by what it contained: news regarding Owen Cruze and confirming that since he'd forfeited his Underground Title rematch and chose not to renew his contract in spite of the double title win last night, the both of them were now staring down huge opportunities. Amelia was one of the names entered into a tournament to crown a new United States Champion with her first round match being on the May 11th Breakdown in Salt Lake City. Luz, on the other hand, found that her point regarding the standings of Kim's Trios cash-in weeks ago had been acknowledged because she was going to go one-on-one with Kim herself for the Underground Title on the very next show.

“Well, that's certainly not what I expected coming out of last night's show...” Amelia said, still stunned at what she was looking at. She turned to look at Luz, who definitely looked like her brain had blue screened at what she was seeing. “Luz?”

“They actually booked it...” Luz mumbled. “I know I had a rightful claim to it based on the standings to that match, but part of me never thought I would actually be given the title shot. I didn't think Kim would even acknowledge what I said, especially after what she pulled last night on Kandis and then earning Xander's wrath...”

“You do have a rightful claim to that title, sweetheart,” Amelia told her. “As does The One technically, but I may be seeing her in the U.S. Title tournament at some point instead.”

“I know, but...” Luz paused as she seemed to struggle with her thoughts for a moment, but Amelia patiently waited. “I'm not an Underground Rules kind of wrestler Ames, neither of us are... yeah, we technically were in that kind of match because of Kim's chaos in the first place after Retribution, but we just stuck to the ring and did our best to keep things clean and competitive the whole way. We scored five falls collectively by not playing her game the way she wanted us to. I don't think I can really get away with that this time around, not when I can already bet she's deciding what 'toys' she wants to stash under the ring before the show even starts. I don't-”

“Hey,” Amelia gently cut Luz off before she could spiral any further. “What did we just talk about before we came in here?”

Luz just blinked for a moment, knowing what the answer was but not fully realizing what it had to do with this situation. “How I'm stronger than I think I am?”

“Exactly,” Amelia told her firmly. “You need to stop forgetting that, honey. What is La Pequeña Luz without her unshakable optimism? You earned this opportunity fair and square because you did, in fact, outscore Kim in that match and it's not right that she got to walk away a champion and you didn't. Yeah, this is going to be a bit outside your comfort zone, but we've competed in matches lacking in rules before and come away with a couple of scars and some wounds that needed stitches but it didn't change the fact that we still walked away, sometimes with our hands being raised in victory. You can do this, Lulu.”

“But... what if this match... changes me?” Luz shuddered a bit at the thought. “What if, win or lose, I don't return to you the same woman? What if I become Underground Champion and the whole experience makes me into some sort of monster?”

“That's not going to happen,” Amelia told her. “And do you know why?” She paused as Luz thought it over for a moment before shaking her head. “It's because of what I said: you're stronger than you think you are. Yeah, Kim will probably try to make a bloodbath out of this, but I know you're capable of taking anything she has to throw at you and then some. Everything you've been through in your life, both before and after wrestling... things that have hurt you far worse than whatever Kim thinks she can throw at you... you've risen above all of it every single time to be that beacon who saved me and gave me hope that I could live a life of my own choosing. And if you do feel yourself start to slip, then you know I'll be more than happy to return the favor and be your light that keeps you shining as brightly as I know you can.”

Luz's jaw dropped at how much Amelia's words sounded like a statement of fact, almost as if the idea of losing herself in the excessive violence that tended to be a hallmark of the Underground Championship and being irrevocably changed was a challenge she was willing to face head-on, just as this match in and of itself was that kind of challenge for Luz. Yes, it was definitely outside of her comfort zone, but it was still an opportunity she earned and a chance to see what she could do with the 'rules' of a generally ruleless environment. After all, what good would it do her if she expected to compete only in matches without any sort of gimmicks or stipulations throughout her SCW career?

“You know what? You're right Ames!” Luz exclaimed. “Yeah, this will probably require some getting used to, but I almost forgot that Deanna Frost beat Kim to reign as Underground Champion for a time, and she never became consumed by the idea of bloodshed and ultraviolence. She simply worked with what was available to her and beat Kim at her own game, just like I know I can!”

“That's the spirit!” Amelia praised her girlfriend.

“I hope I'm not interrupting whatever spirited conversation is going on right now,” a voice called, and both ladies looked up to see Ryan Lumis standing by their table, looking a little nervous. They couldn't really blame him for walking on eggshells considering how they knew of him in the first place, but he seemed to relax when Luz motioned for him to take a seat across from him.

“We were just discussing our upcoming challenges in SCW,” Amelia told him.

“I'm at least glad that my actions haven't ruined wrestling for the both of you,” Ryan replied with a nod, though he did grimace a bit as his choice of words. “My apologies again for this whole mess, by the way, and hopefully I'll be able to make it up to the both of you by turning the tables on my former clients.”

“In all fairness, you were hired to do a job and didn't know what exactly you were getting into,” Luz stated. “Yeah, we're still a little upset about what you've done, but we can't keep holding it over your head when you were kept in the dark, especially when we had no idea any of this was even going to turn into what it's become. I mean, how were we supposed to know some new wrestling group out of England was going to stretch the ethics of both the business and basic human decency for Lord knows what reason?”

Ryan nodded in agreement at that before they were interrupted by the waitress to take their orders. Once that was out of the way, both sides passed the time until their food arrived going over everything that Ryan had originally gathered on Luz and Amelia in thorough detail. While Amelia already knew everything that had been gathered on her for her mother, knowing the full extent of the details helped her try to form a clearer picture in her head of what could be done with that information, especially if it tied back into this lie of her being engaged to The Empire's 'Golden Prodigy' despite clearly having a girlfriend and not hiding the fact that she was a lesbian. As for Luz, she could at least get some peace of mind knowing that Ryan hadn't been able to get any details about her real identity of Luna Nevado thanks to her strict adherence to the sacred lucha libre traditions. The fact that he only gathered everything he could find about who she was as La Pequeña Luz and what made her the luchadora she is today since donning the mask really put into perspective the holes she could exploit regarding her doppelganger if absolutely necessary.

“Alright,” Ryan said once he'd finished thoroughly going over everything he had on the couple that had been turned over to Caleb and Ophelia, just in time for their food to be served and a few bites to be had. “I guess the best place to start with what I can do for you is figuring out what you ladies are hoping to ultimately get out of all of this so I have an idea of what I'm looking for.”

Luz and Amelia exchanged glances before the latter took the initiative, being more comfortable doing so because of all the business socializing she'd been forced to do growing up.

“To be honest, our bigger concern is Caleb White,” she told the investigator. “I know my parents well enough to have a few ideas on what they're up to and how we can deal with it whenever that time comes. Caleb is an absolute enigma to the both of us, however, and we'd love to have some sort of idea as to why he's going this far to try and hijack our careers and identities in the first place, because up until all of this started I'd only heard stories of his wrestling prowess growing up and my girlfriend is completely in the dark.”

“We were given a bit of a hint by someone who told us she's working as a mole within The Empire because she and her sister have their own issues with the guy,” Luz added. “She claimed that all the answers we're looking for are buried in the past before either of us were even born. Amelia knows her dad's crossed paths with Caleb in the ring which I guess explains why they're so keen on joining forces for this endeavor, and a friend of ours who's a bit of a wrestling historian told me that my dad had a bit of a rivalry with him that he never told me about.”

“So you need answers on who this guy is and what connections he has through your families that you can't get yourself?” Ryan asked for clarification and got stereo nods in return. “Makes sense for a starting point given your issues with your parents Amelia and your father... well, I did learn of what happened to him while investigating you Luz, and I offer my sincerest condolences.”

“It's alright,” Luz tells him, though Amelia immediately picks up on how untrue that is through her tone of voice. “It's a danger of this business, unfortunately.”

“Regardless... would your mom happen to know anything about that point in your father's career?” he asked Luz.

“Me temo que no,” Luz said while shaking her head. “She didn't meet my dad until after he and Caleb's last supposed ring war, and anything he kept from me about his career was also mostly kept from her as well so she wouldn't worry... given that she and I aren't on the best of terms right now because of the business, talking to her about something for it might not go over too well either.”

“Gotcha, I'll make a note of that for when I compile the list of who I can reasonably approach for details,” Ryan nodded as he jotted down a few notes between sips of his water.

“Actually...” Luz grabbed his attention. “That wrestling historian friend of ours told me that the injury my father suffered that put him in the hospital and led him to meeting my mom in the first place had a lot of unsolved questions surrounding it. It ultimately got written off as some sort of angle by just about everybody, but if that wasn't the case my dad kept any of the actual details close to the chest. Caleb apparently decided to stop ranting and raving about their feud shortly after that and then retired not too long afterward.”

“When you put it like that, I can definitely see a connection there,” Ryan realized. “And just from my own conversations with the guy, he's a little too good for my liking when it comes to steering things in whatever direction he specifically wants them to go.” He took a moment to jot down a few more notes. “Anything else?”

“We wouldn't mind anything you can dig up on Caleb's 'Golden Prodigy' either, while you're at it,” Amelia spat in disgust, “since he's supposed to be my 'fiancé' and all.”

“Same with whoever might be under the mask of this fake La Pequeña Luz they're parading around,” Luz added. “Normally I'd refrain from asking that out of respect for what the mask means to a luchador, but the fact that someone is intentionally trying to steal my identity and use it to destroy all the work I've built up over the years has already made it clear that I have no reason to respect what she's doing.”

“I'll see what I can do, But I'll be upfront about that last request being a bit of a challenge,” Ryan admitted. “Considering Mexican culture keeps things pretty airtight when it comes to masked wrestlers and their real identities, if I couldn't get anything on you, Luz, for Caleb to use in that regard then the inverse will also likely be true.”

“Then maybe we could get you something to start with?” Luz offered. “We got a schedule of some of my copycat's upcoming bookings, and since we've got time before SCW's next Breakdown we were planning on maybe trying to confront her-”

“A bold move, kid, but one that might be a bit ill-advised.”

All eyes turned to the woman who was now approaching their table. Her tall stature and similar facial features immediately brought Lily to mind, although her eyes were an almost golden shade of brown and her long, wild orange hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. When she flashed them a grin, they could see a gold tooth in her mouth that was likely a replacement for one that had been lost at some point. She wore a red dress that looked like it had seen better days, with an owl pin adorning the chest.

“Excuse me ma'am, but we're trying to have a meeting here,” Ryan told the woman, only for her to hold a hand up to him to cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah, I've been kind of eavesdropping for the past few minutes and know what's going on,” she told them before pointing at the girls. “And I'm telling the two of you right now, from my own personal experience, that trying to pick a fight with Caleb White outside the ring without any sort of game plan is suicide.”

“And who's saying we don't have a plan?” Amelia fired back, an eyebrow raised at the audacity of this woman.

“Marilyn Clauson, that's who,” she said as she extended her hand, much to the couple's surprise. “Lily told me you bumped into her not too long ago and I happened to be in the area. Not bad ring work last night, by the way.”

Luz and Amelia hesitantly shook Marilyn's hand, clearly not expecting to bump into the sister Lily mentioned here in Kansas City. Considering they were still trying to get their bearings regarding her interrupting their meeting, however, it was no surprise that they were still a bit stunned.

“So you have some sort of connection to their situation with Mr. White and his wrestling group?” Ryan asked, maintaining his professional demeanor even as he was clearly trying to figure out where this sudden loose end tied back into things.

“Kind of on the latter, but nada on the former,” Marilyn replied. “Outside of having competed against their parents in the ring, this is my first time meeting these two, though I have heard all about them being at the center of whatever ol' Caleb's scheming now. He and the Clauson sisters kind of have our own history we're trying to exploit to figure out why he's suddenly come back from the dead or wherever he disappeared to all these years after he finally retired.”

“Any chance you'd be willing to share whatever you and your sister have gathered so far?” Ryan kept probing.

“I'd have to check with Lily first since I don't want to compromise her place as the mole in The Empire right now,” Marilyn told him before her gaze turned back to the couple. “But hey, hiring a private investigator to do some snooping around. Not a bad first step, if you ask me!”

“To be fair, he's paying us back for working for Caleb and my mom to 'snoop around' for dirt on us,” Amelia clarified.

“Yeesh!” Marilyn cringed. “Somehow I'm not surprised, as sad as that probably sounds, but you two seem to have your wits about you if you managed to catch it and shut it down.”

“More like we've got some good friends looking out for us,” Luz admitted. “But whatever this guy wants with us, we're going to figure it out and shut it down. And it starts in Mexico with whoever's masquerading as me.”

“Again, appreciate the moxie kid,” Marilyn responded, “but I'm telling you right now that trying to pick a fight with this guy and his goons outside the ring never ends well for anybody.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Luz stood up, letting her emotions consume her as Amelia watched with concern, ready to jump in and calm her down at any moment. “Someone's out there spitting in the face of everything I've worked so hard to build for myself, everything that papá taught me... they're disgracing everything that lucha libre stands for and making it seem like I've turned my back on all of it, and I'm just supposed to sit here and do nothing when I have a chance to get some answers for myself and maybe give us a better idea of what we're up against when Ryan here gets to work? ¡Diablos no! So with all due respect Miss Clauson, as much as your sister told us to seek you out for help... I'm afraid I'm going to have to ignore your warnings and take this chance while I have it, because I'm tired of my career being corrupted and not being able to fight back.”

Luz was breathing heavily after she let all of that out, and Amelia wasted no time in guiding her back into her seat. She gently took Luz's hand and started rubbing circles into the back of it to try and help her regain her composure. Ryan was trying his best to maintain the professional facade but Amelia's well-trained eyes could tell that he was taken aback by the outburst. Marilyn, on the other hand, just watched Luz carefully while making sure that she was impossible to read. After a moment, however, she cracked a smile before she burst out in a hearty laugh, not caring about the few patrons in this diner who seemed to already be growing annoyed or were surprised by the noise coming from their table right now.

“Luz, was it?” Marilyn finally asked, to which Luz nodded in response. “I've got to hand it to you... you're Ol' Spirit's kid, alright. I tell you, that kind of passion is going to carry you far in the business, especially since you seem like you found someone with a good head on her shoulders to keep an eye on you if things go south. Never been a fan of your parents Amelia, but you seem like you turned out alright despite their shitty attempts at 'parenting.'”

“Thank you?” Amelia responded in confusion at what exactly was happening right now.

“Well, if you two are so keen on going through with this, then let me give you a word of advice,” Marilyn continued. “Plan on bringing these friends of yours with you and have eyes in the back of your head at all times. It also doesn't hurt to take full advantage of any connections you've got down there. Trust me, it'll make what you're looking to do go a hell of a lot smoother no matter how stupid I still say it is.”

Luz and Amelia both nod, a bit surprised to find someone who cared beneath the gruff exterior that Marilyn seemed to want to present at all times. She seemed to pick up on this as a much kinder smile slowly graced her lips.

“By the way, since it sounds like the two of you have some time,” she continued, “if you want, you can swing by my wrestling school out in Bridgeport, Connecticut and I can teach you a thing or two to help you both further define yourselves. Maybe it'll give you a bit of an edge in your matches coming up.”

“You'd... help us by sharing your wrestling knowledge with us?” Luz carefully asked.

“Figured it wouldn't hurt to help little Blythe here further evolve her style and pull away from mommy and daddy just a little bit more,” Marilyn replied. “As for you, Luz... well, I think I popped into this joint just in time to overhear that you're challenging for SCW's take on a hardcore/deathmatch championship?” When Luz nodded in response, she continued. “Then you're in luck! I'm sure Lily probably mentioned that we had a bit of a sibling rivalry that spanned most of our careers in the ring, and at the core of it was a clash of styles. She likes being the prissy technician—no offense, Amelia—while I've always loved a good old fashioned anything goes brawl with weapons and blood and anything else you can throw into a blender for maximum chaos. I might be the best person who could teach you a thing or two about what you're getting into here.”

“You'd do that?” Luz asked with far more enthusiasm this time.

“Considering I wouldn't have become who I am today without some words of encouragement from your pops, this can be my way of returning the favor to him after all these years,” Marilyn grinned.

The couple had a silent conversation for a moment before they both nodded in agreement, smiling wider than they had in quite a while.

“You've got yourself a deal, Marilyn,” Amelia confirmed before she shot a guilty glance over to Ryan, who had finished his meal and was going over some notes. “And I apologize for you being forgotten about for the past several minutes, Mr. Lumis.”

“It's quite alright,” he replied with a chuckle. “I know that wrestling is at the heart of this whole matter and anything that helps you two on that front is worth focusing on. On that note... Miss Clauson, can I have some contact information to keep in touch regarding any information that could be mutually beneficial in or respective efforts?”

“Only if you knock it off with that 'Miss Clauson' crap,” Marilyn grumbled. “No offense, but I never was a fan of formalities. Heard it far too often while I was fighting cancer and I'm sick of how old it makes me feel.”

Luz and Amelia would leave the diner that day feeling cautiously optimistic about their immediate future. Title opportunities in SCW, the start of an investigation to deal with The Empire problem, the promise of training under an experienced figure who could help further expand upon their abilities and make them even more of a threat... if their impending trip down to Mexico to see what they could find for themselves about the fake Luz bore fruit, then things were truly looking up for The Light In The Darkness.

Luz could only hope that would be the case, because Lord knows she was more than ready to fight for her name and everything that it stood for, be it against someone pretending to be her or someone who likely thought she was an easy title defense just because she wasn't used to the violent world that Kim Williams resided in.