Brooklyn Blake bursts through the doors to the local hospital in Germany, immediately following World War Night One. Pangaea camera crews are trailing the 18 year old rookie as she marches towards the receptionists desk.
Brooklyn: I need an update on a patient. She was just brought in here a few minutes ago.
Brooklyn taps her foot nervously and begins biting her nails as the receptionist smacks gum around her mouth.
Receptionist: Patients name?
Brooklyn: Avalon Blake, she's my sister and she was injured during a wrestling match.
Receptionist: Well visiting hours are over for the night, but if you would like to take a seat right over there on the bench, I'll try and get an update for you. Okay?
Brooklyn nods reluctantly, tears fill the 18 year old's eyes.
Brooklyn: Sure, thank you.
Brooklyn takes a seat on the bench with the Pangaea camera's following her and filming her. One of the crew members phone goes off for a text.
Crew Member: Oh boy...
Brooklyn wipes her eyes and glances over at the crew member quizzically.
Brooklyn: Is everything okay?
Crew Member: I just got a text from management in Pangaea. I don't know if this is the best time for what they want.
The Crew members face is ghastly white after re-reading his text. He's obviously not comfortable with whatever the content of the message is.
Brooklyn: Is it about me? You seem nervous.
Crew Member: It appears your opponent for World War Night Two is...Armada.
Brooklyn's eyes shoot open, almost as if she didn't hear the last part.
Crew Member: They would like us to record your thoughts on the upcoming match. I don't think now is the time, but it appears we don't have an option. They want something for the website.
The camera lights are brightened as they are pointed at Brooklyn, who still has tears in her eyes.
Brooklyn: Fine, you guys want thoughts on my next match? Take a look around you. Seriously, show everyone where we are.
The usually calm Blake is upset as she instructs the camera men to pan the camera's, which they do. The viewer is able to see that they are in a hospital.
Brooklyn: Its hard to think about a match when my sister is here right now, in who knows what sort of shape after wrestling my opponent for Night Two, Armada. I'm trying to remain professional, so I apologize for the tears and whatever I might say that is out of character for me. My mind is all over the place.
Crew Member: Well in keeping things professional, what are your thoughts on Armada?
Brooklyn: I think Armada is extremely talented, obviously. After tonight its safe to say he's dangerous as well. Who would have thought someone would be able to take my sister out the way he did?
There are no responses from the crew members.
Brooklyn: Exactly, nobody. Armada is bigger than me, stronger, and he's not afraid to bend the rules. There's one big difference between us though. He's in pro wrestling to become a celebrity, to further his career or image. Its no secret that the guy is self obsessed. Me? I'm not here to further any other career, or to use wrestling as a springboard to another career, I'm here because I love this. I love interacting with the fans. I love putting smiles on faces, and I have a passion for what I do. I've been trained by Jack Savage and he's put me through hell, but that hell only made me love wrestling more.
The young diva looks up to see if the receptionist is back but still no sign of her.
Brooklyn: This match has a lot riding on it for both of us. We've both won a match and lost a match here. We both were left out of the tournament for the Grand Championship. And now we both are trying to work our way back into the spotlight, for different reasons. But Armada, unfortunately for you now? This is personal.
A scowl crosses the young competitor's face.
Brooklyn: After you lost the match to Cesar, you decided to do something that I can't forgive you for. There was a fan who was having a little bit of fun, and what did you do? You spit BLOOD in his face. You should have been suspended for that. Without those fans, we are nothing. We have no job, no place to wrestle, and no spotlight that you are desperately seeking. That was the first thing that made this match between us personal. The second thing was what you did to my sister tonight.
Brooklyn looks down for a minute at her hands in her lap. Her nail polish is slightly chipped from when she was biting her nails moments ago nervously. She glances back up at the camera, her eyes give an intense glare into the camera.
Brooklyn: You won the match, congrats. But what you did afterward was uncalled for. You ran around, parading your victory for everyone to see as my sister laid on the mat, unconscious. Me and Avy may not have always gotten along, but she's family. At Night Two, you get to meet a side of me that no one has seen here yet. I'm going to be motivated to not only beat you, but to hopefully teach you a thing or two about respecting not only your opponents but the fans. I hope you come prepared, because-
Brooklyn loses focus as she see's the receptionist approaching her. Brooklyn stands up, awaiting the news.
Receptionist: Your sister is stable, but she will have to spend extended time here while we run tests. She suffered the injuries wrestling you said? She won't be able to wrestle anytime soon.
The rest is a blur to Brook as she takes in the news that her sister's career will be on hold, thanks to Armada. He better hope she can wrestle again one day.
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