The camera captures the dimly lit corridor of UltraViolence’s venue. The concrete walls, adorned with chipping paint and the occasional promotional poster, bear witness to the countless battles waged within the wrestling ring. Amidst the faint echoes of the roaring crowd, Adam Ellis leans against a stack of metal folding chairs, contemplating his career thus far.
Adam Ellis: Y’know, not being booked for tonight’s show don’t bother me none. My career’s headin’ in a good direction, and I’m gonna keep workin’ hard.
He scratches at his scruffy chin.
Adam Ellis: I remember the thrilling rush of adrenaline that coursed through me during my Alias title challenge against Tony Gamble. In that moment, I thought I’d touched greatness, even if it was for just a fleeting moment. But it wasn’t meant to be and now, I’ve got to work my way back up again and wait for the next opportunity to come up because that’s what’s really important.
Adam shakes his head.
Adam Ellis: I just wanna focus on my wrestlin’ and win myself some gold…not the drama. Lord knows, I’ve had enough of that Savannah Scandal.
He takes a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs before exhaling slowly.
Adam Ellis: As for Nate Colton’s apology, well, I accept it. Far as I’m concerned, that whole mess with Savannah Scandal and the crap she spewed about me and Ginny is done and dusted.
As if summoned by the mention of her name, Ginny Van Lear bursts into the frame like a tornado tearing through a trailer park. Her red hair is a wild, fiery mane, and her eyes flash with fury.
Ginny Van Lear (her Kentucky twang thicker than molasses): I ain’t acceptin’ no apologies! I want Savannah Scandal locked in a steel cage where I can get my hands on her!
Adam’s eyebrow arches at Ginny’s outburst, but he remains calm. He reaches out a hand, attempting to soothe his wife’s anger.
Adam Ellis: Ginny, darlin’, let’s not get riled up now. We gotta move past this—
Ginny Van Lear: Move past it?”
Ginny’s voice was sharp as a razor’s edge.
Ginny Van Lear: That… that hussy… that trollop tried to ruin our lives, and you wanna just let it go?
Adam Ellis: Ginny…
Adam stops himself. He knows better than to argue with his wife when she gets like this. Instead, he wraps his arms around her slight frame and hoists her into the air.
Adam Ellis: We’ll handle it, Ginny. I promise.
Adam carries his kicking and screaming wife off-camera as her righteous indignation loudly echoes down the hallway.
Ginny Van Lear: Mark my words, Savannah Scandal!
Ginny’s voice rings out with the fury and feral ferocity of a mountain lion protecting its cubs.
Ginny Van Lear: I’ll get my vengeance on you if it’s the last thing I do!
We then return to ringside for our main event!