We look upon a rooftop in San Diego, California. The sun is shining, birds are in the air, and overall, it's just seemingly a perfect day for a picnic. Of course, that's all irrevelant to the girl sitting against the small fence designed to keep people from jumping. The wind blows at her back, causing her raven black hair to flutter about in front of her face, almost shielding it from being recognized. But yet, even her wind-swept hair could not contain the identity of Riona Langly's eyes. She looks at the camera and weakly smiles.

Brian used to tell me that he did alot of rooftop promos because then he could look down on people and really enjoy himself. So of course, he neglects to fucking tell me that he always did his rooftop promos in a jacket. It's cold up here for pete's sake, and this wind isn't helping things one bit.

The camera visibly shakes for a few moments as the sounds of clothing being taken off is heard... and from off camera, you see a black jacket fly towards Riona.

Well, that's more like it...

Riona grins and stands up, revealing that she's in a rather, for her, unmodest outfit of a black and red tanktop and black leather pants... as well as her usual, slightly worn Reeboks. She's waiting for them to send her another pair after all the free adverts she's been giving them thanks to them being constantly seen on camera. She throws the nice, black jacket on, and sighs when she sees the ACW logo plastered all over it.

I suppose I deserve this... I spend months and months away from the place because of what? Because I just lost my desire? That's a bullshit excuse and even I fucking know that... I guess I should talk about that briefly before I get to Flynn. And I should emphasize briefly because my flight leaves soon...

A small smile...

Airplanes are like most things really... they go up and they go down. The good flights maintain a steady distance and speed... they climb gradually, stay level for a long time, and then gradually descends into a nice, easy landing. Unfortunately, there are some planes that rise meteorically, and then crash and burn from the pressure. And thus, we get to the point... I had a great beginning to my career, where within 3 years of my debut match, I became a World Heavyweight Champion. Unfortunately... it was all for nothing. Like some airplanes, I went too high, too fast... and crashed. I lost all my interest, my goals were unattainable, and I just felt like I was in a downward spiral from the industy that I truely love. And that wasn't acceptable... Not acceptable at all.

With a sigh, she looks down.

So, I left... I told management I needed a break, and I went to find myself. I traveled the indies again, watching and wrestling under fake names and different masks... I endured the same hardships I bitched about for months, and truely found the experiences that I went through my first time around to be a joke. I got off easy just because I had the name Brian Blade attached to my resume. I got off easy because I was a name... And now that I had neither, my experiences before meant nothing. I bitched back then because, I admit, I was a spoiled brat... I expected the world to be handed to me because I demanded it to be. I expected the Red Sea to part by the wave of my hand... I expected this industry to change just because I won a World title. Of course, now I'm going to tell how the curtain was pulled away and the light shone forth to reveal that one moment in the sun is nothing in the sands of wrestling eternity. So, for the sake of brevity, since my flight IS leaving, let's just say I said all the sappy stuff about my career changing for the better and move onto Ascent.

Another small smile forms on her face.

Jamie Flynn, I enjoyed your little rambling on living... I really did. I totally believe you when you talk about how in two weeks, you lived. Of course, I just loved the fact that you talked about me without actually talking about me. I mean, that was pure brilliance. I mean, when you said, and I quote you exactly because I've got a transcript of it in my car, "I think it's sad when the people who've shared a ring with fucking legends can't even stand on someone else's feet, let alone their own two feet successfully," that was such a great diss on me and my supposed obsession with that bitch x2 Lisa Lorenzo that it was amazing. Just because she denied me a greater moment in the sun to fall from is... actually, it's a perfect excuse to hate her guts even more, but I don't feel like talking about her right now, so I won't, ok? Anyway Flynn, you say everyone's completely and royally fucked if you win the ACW World Heavyweight Championship? Cool, I guess... I mean, sure, I said the exact same things once, but oh well. Just because you had one hell of a ride when you were Tempest Champion for 2 weeks gives you no reason to start declaring that the World Title is yours because it's Destiny or some shit like that... Then I'd have to get some copyright lawyers on you and it wouldn't be fun and you know it.

A chuckle, one that seems forced, but still a chuckle.

Oh, wait, I should talk about the match... We're a pair of different styles and such and blah blah blah... I mean, you're a kickboxer and I'm a technical goddess, so this match isn't gonna be pretty. It's either gonna be, A) You kicking, kneeing, and elbowing the hell out of me, or most likely, B) You tapping out after I kick the shit out of you. Why do I say that you tapping makes more sense? Because you're still, at your base, a kickboxer... I can do almost everything. I can fly, I can hit people pretty nicely with pure steel objects, and I can tear a body part to shreads like a fucking machine. Any one of those three personas can come out during a match, while no matter how mant coats of paint you put on your style, you're still primarily a striker. Meh, doesn't really matter, this is still gonna be fun. I haven't fought a Muay Thai fighter in 2 years, since my last trip to Thailand.

Seeing her watch tick, Riona perks up a bit...

Riona: Jamie Flynn, I hope you've brought your A Game and all that motivational BS, because if you haven't then you're in trouble. Don't overlook me just because I haven't been around in months. If you do, you're just gonna end up smack dab in the middle of the path of greatness. And in the eyes of this beholder, you've got one option man...

Smirking as she moves off, Riona stops a few feet away from the camera and turns her head back.

MOVE.

Riona moves off towards the exit door as we look up at an airplane taking off, almost like Riona's metaphorical career, and we Fade... To... Black...