"Lesson One: Don't Underestimate The Situation." ━ AXL.

[Mav.]

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“To those that said that I could never make it?”

A pause.

“Wholeheartedly, go and fuckin’ suck my dick.”

There it was.

“The road taken to get me through the whole block has now put me here– in the semi-finals where nobody predicted me to have been in when it was announced that I was putting myself ahead into this tournament. In that time, I put to bed one of the brightest stars that this company was helping produce, I slapped up a fucking clown and sent him back on the fuckin’ Jobseekers Allowance, and made one of those Ronin fucks into a bitch of mine– all whilst holding this wonderful championship of mine, the No Limits Championship, and making this mean so much more than it’s ever been.”

Scott adjusted the championship along his shoulder.

“And now, to a protege of a legend– for an undeniable underdog rookie much like yourself, you seem to have surprised everyone with a stellar performance heading out of the block stages—and with a little bit of a kick to their attacks when they’re truly poised to win. I’ve watched you, from the very beginning, and there’s been nothing short of the word ‘impressed’ when it comes to you, Trixie. But you know this. You’re aware that every challenge is always going to be a look down upon you and always in the favour of the other participant–

The roles have changed, however, and now you’re the favourite heading in.

People pay to see me fall, people pay to watch me suffer, and people lose their cash when they get screwed up– you play into every match with the thought in your mind that you’re not the favourite heading in, you’re not the one that people expect to see winning, but that’s the problem you’ve got now, Trixie. You have to adapt with this one. You’re no longer an underdog, you’re a favourite– everyone is cheering you on to see if you can do what they want to see. All that I’m worried about is how you’re going to handle that pressure– to see how that confidence of yours can last when everything is stacked onto you. I’m sure a young intelligent girl like yourself can think of something– because I can assure that talent won’t be able to save you from this scenario.

That’s the problem with relying on others' opinions rather than your own, Trixie– when the roles are reversed, how are you going to come back into this and play it out as you have beforehand? It worked when it was with Beau Traywick, it worked when it was with Bugz, and it worked when it was with Cheez– so surely, it’ll work again against Scott Hampton, right? He’s got knowledge, he’s aware of what he can do, he’s got the experience to make yourself look like an underdog in the fight–

But you underestimate the situation too much.”

A small chuckle came from Hampton.

“You take a look at my abilities within the ring, they’re unmatched– you see what I’ve done as of late, it’s been a heartwarming rags to riches story– but if you try to use that against me, thinking that you’ve got a point to make throughout all of this? It’s where you start to fall, you show your lack of intelligence, and it’ll help to break apart that confidence of yours with ease– one elbow right to the back of the head, that’s all it’ll take, Trixie. You define yourself by being the underdog in any situation, you excel when you’re overlooked, you prove your point when you’re overshadowed by colossuses inside of the ring– but there’ll be no bigger definitive statement made rather than one to make against me.

Because I won’t look over you, Trixie, you are a bigger threat than anyone has ever produced to me in this whole tournament and that I cannot shy away from being the truth– however, that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy for you to take this win from me.”

A cut to darkness.

“Because you’re not just gonna be a victim.”

A projector clicks to life, showing Hampton’s win over Sexton Love.

“You won’t just be a statement made to whoever sees me in the finals.”

Another click, this time showing the win over Casmir The Clown.

“You’re just gonna be...”

A final click, showing the win over Daisuke Miyazaki.

“Another…”

And then, a cut to black once more.

“Name.”

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