A little coffee shop on a normal street in an average town... If one were not so nice, you could call this place the middle of nowhere. Next to this coffee shop is a small little gaming store, and on the other side, a laundromat. But, to a girl sitting in this coffee-shop, much like everyone else in the store, this place isn't the middle of nowhere. No, to Riona Langly, this little street is in the middle of Buffalo, NY... and it is home.

Riona: Some people say... Coffee solves all problems.

Inside the coffee shop, the patrons are moving about, with a fan every so often coming up and asking for an autograph from the PCW World's Heavyweight Champion... Of course, it can't be helped seeing she has it literally sitting on the desk in front of her. Also, peaking out of her duffel bag on the other side of the red booth she's sitting at, is the UWA International Championship. She's dressed in what can only be considered normal attire for anyone that knows weather in upper-New York. She's got a thick black coat, with a warm wool lining lying next to her on her side of the booth, and is wearing a black sweatshirt, an unbuttoned red vest, and her usual jeans... Being that there's a chill in the air, clouds in the sky, and it's Buffalo... She's ready for snow with her big leather boots on.

Riona: These people, they don't know what they're talking about. Coffee doesn't solve anything, as good as it tastes... No, all coffee does is warm the spirit and soul a bit. Of course, my spirit, despite all the attacks on it, couldn't feel any better right now. I'm not in some random city where the rednecks don't know thier dick from thier hot dog... I'm home, and every time somebody recognizes me and congradulates me, it feels good. It feels like, regardless of what I feel each week as I step out of that curtain and hear the jeers of the braindead masses, that maybe, just maybe, what I've done inside of the rhelm of the squared circle actually means something. I've gotten into the record books as a recognized World Champion, something that very few people would have ever thought I'd accomplish when I first stepped into this world. I've been on every continent, except Antarctica, and wrestled in front of people of every color and tounge. I've been through Hell and I've done things that no sane individual should ever go through... But, to be thanked and congradulated from people that I knew back when this...

Riona takes a sip of her coffee and puts her mug down on the table. She then picks up the PCW World's Championship and hefts it onto her shoulder.

Riona: When this was just a dream... That feels good. That makes me feel as though all the pain, shame, misery, heartache, bad motels, horrible takeout, broken bones, bruises, bloody tears, miserable crowds, backstage harrassment, innuendo on the road, sleepless tape-watching sessions, low bank accounts, lonely nights and miserable days... Just being appriciated for what I've done makes all of that worth it. But I'm not stopping here... I'm not stopping until I truely feel as though I've done enough. That my name isn't just this monumental footnote in history, but actually something where people, not just from Buffalo, but worldwide, can look upon it and say, "Hey, that Riona Langly... She was pretty good, wasn't she?" Of course, to do this, I have to keep winning...

With a sigh, she places the the World's Championship back down on the table and takes another sip of her coffee, with a small moment taken out to sign another autograph.

Riona: Last week, I came on TV and I was carrying another 15 pounds of gold and leather called the ACW Tempest Championship. I was on top of the world... Well, at least on the top of the city. But, like all good things, I guess it did have to crash back down to earth. No biggie I suppose. I mean, sure, the new ACW Tempest Champion is as boring as dirt... But, I respect Chimaira's wrestling ability. I respect him because last week, in that ring, I had fun... I enjoyed myself, I wasn't out to hurt anyone... I was there to trade holds with a person, and I enjoyed it. Oh, and maybe, just maybe Chris, Over-rated Ethan Evans' pissy little departure from ACW will be the best thing to ever happen to you. Taking your heat-source away may make you take a step back and look at where your career is heading, and why you've fallen to the point of being a constant stable lackey. Of course, you may not see the truth that's right in front of you, but nonetheless, I hope you'll look at what you've become and why it's happened. As far as the Tempest Title? Have fun with it for a little while... Airport security was a pain for that week anyway, so maybe having 3 titles isn't exactly the best thing for me. But yeah, you damn well know I've got the good ol' rematch clause in my contract, so you better expect me to be wanting it eventually. And when we have that match, I'll repay the favor and keep the security off your ass for carrying around 15 pounds of a very easy to use weapon, if you get my drift.

Riona takes another sip of coffee, waving to a group of cheerleaders from Buffalo Heights High School...

Riona: A group from my former high-school... A school I was going to when you were just starting out Cliff. Yeah, I saw what you said, and you're right. I haven't gone through the sacrifices you have to get where you are in your career, so honestly, I don't have any right to comment on them. Though, I have to question if all the chairshots in your career have caused you to become a little senile man. If your old eyes could see the fine print on the card, you would notice that this little Triple Threat is for nothing but pride. Regardless of the vision problems of your decrepit eyes, make no bones about it, I respect everything you've done in this business. I make it a point to respect my elders after all... OK, I'll stop with the aged jokes for a few minutes to speak seriously about you. You've done alot in wrestling, and you've got talent beyond the level of my sophomoric jokes. And you seem to acknowledge talent when you see it, and I accept the compliment that I'm better than some of your own students. Cliff, you want to bring the World Championship to Boston? Fine... But you're gonna have to pry that shot right out of my cold, dead fingers... And ask anyone in SiD about how hard I am to kill... You'll see that to earn that shot, you'll just have to be like everyone else.

With a bit of a smirk, Riona ponders something... and then realizes she's made a grave error and looks a little embarrased.

Riona: Of course, it's not like I've gotten that shot either... No Jacob, I've been focused on other things, like that brick of a personality Chimaira and finding another place in Europe to defend the PCW World's Heavyweight Championship. They turned me down in my first choice... something about my reputation preceding me or something. Anyway, I'll find a spot to defend the title in, trust me on that. But you Jacob... you're right, there is nothing left to say between the two of us. I mean, we've basically exhausted every single word we could use on each other. You call me a piece of shit hanging off Lisa's rep, and I call you a little cunt whipping boy. It never ends, and honestly, if you want to say something about me, fine... But it doesn't matter, because in a match like this, I could care less about beating you. I have to say it now, but Triple Threat matches fucking blow. There's no real hatred, and in a case like this, I don't mean jack crap when compared to the "HATRED!!!!!" between XTC and Jakey. I feel like a fucking third wheel, and The Prodigy should never feel like a third wheel...

Riona smirks and takes another sip of coffee, and quickly gets a picture taken by a fan while doing so.

Riona: The Prodigy... XTC, this name... this name means the world to me man. The name Prodigy wasn't just given to me by some "legends" like Thunderwolf and the Fallen Angel. No XTC, and by the fucking way man, that is one of the most absurd wrestler names I have ever fucking heard, I didn't just decide to dub myself "The Prodigy." That would be absolutely moronic and pretty much a giant ego-fuck on which I have no claim. I'm alot of things, but nicknames I earn. No, I didn't dub myself "The Prodigy," I was dubbed "The Prodigy" by my trainer, idol, and friend Brian Blade... I know you've never heard of him... You might have heard of that other Brian Blade who was a reject trying to take the success the name had and toss it in the garbage, but I'm talking about the real Brian Blade. The Brian Blade who has been a World Champion 5 times over, and in every promotion he's ever entered. The Brian Blade who was, at one time, hated so much by the crowd that they had to hire extra security to keep him safe from raging audience members. The Brian Blade who formed the Cutting Edge Wrestling Academy East in Philly... The Brian Blade who trained me to be what sits before you. XTC, you want to fuck with me, that's fine by me. I'm used to it by the constant bashing from the SiD... But don't fucking spoil the name of the man who means more to me than anyone else in this business.

A flash of real anger floats across her eyes as she looks at her coffee before taking a long glup.

Riona: XTC, you say that all I've done since you've joined is lose things? Fine by me, you live in that world of yours where you're the all important God who decides on the righteous... You want to insult Kensuke's name? Fine, I'll have to lay into you with some really good stiff kicks this week in her honor... Maybe even use the Cattle Mutilation on you... It was her favorite submission move after all. You want to fuck around with my mentor? Fine... I'll show him the tapes of me kicking your ass and sending your head crashing back to Earth with the Cutting Edge. You want to lose in my hometown in front of fans that are there to see me? No? TOO FUCKING BAD, BECAUSE YOU'VE JUST PISSED ME OFF YOU LITTLE PISSANT...

The crowd in the coffeeshop looks stunned at Riona's sudden outburst... and Riona takes a few deep breaths and another sip of her coffee.

Riona: XTC, you've done the unthinkable... Not since Brian Blade was pissing off the entire GTW roster have I seen someone manage to raise the ire of so many people. Good Job man, but you've been signed to your deathwish this week. See, Jacob's already pissed at you, and I'm now ready to kill you... Maybe that was your inane plan, so congrats. See, there's no love loss between me and Jacob... but you? You've just gotten into a really nasty situation... Smack dab in the middle of a collision between two people that aren't going to stop until we're mutually annihilated, taking you with us... I'd suggest, in the eyes of this beholder you do one thing...

Riona smiles and begins to speak her final words, when a 5 year old comes to her with a Sharpie and a notepad... Riona smiles and tears a page out of the notepad and then signs it for the kid. She quickly uses the Sharpie to sign something on the torn out notepage and finishes her coffee off. The Prodigy grabs her coat, puts it on, and collects her titles before walking out the door into the cold December air... The camera cuts stays, and zooms in on the coffee mug, where the notepage is left next to it... and in big red letters it says one thing...

MOVE

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