Post by SalTal on Mar 9, 2014 7:10:52 GMT -4
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"Sally Talfourd presents ...".
is written across the screen, fades out, then
"In association with Action Packed Wrestling...".
is next to appear, holds, then fades out for
"Happy Endings T.V.".
Which finally fades to the final ever shot of APW’s Happy Endings. Sad, I know, but like the saying goes: All good things must come to an end. Of course, there’s another saying that says the show must go on. So maybe sayings aren’t really good pieces of advice? Anyway, we find ourselves in a most of action. No, not some death-metal mosh-pit, but it could be easily confused. Photographers, camera-guys, interviewers: They’ve all turned out here in front of a big ‘APW Rasslemania’ backdrop, a podium and some microphones. It looks like there’s some speakin’ goin’ on round these parts! The crowd erupts into murmurs when a man - Manager Matt, Sally Talfourd’s very own - walks out in a very crisp and suave suit (grey, with black trim) to take position in front of them all. Wasting no time, he settles everyone down with his hands.
[Matt] Ladies and gentlemen, thank-you for being here. Ms. Talfourd, my client, would thank-you all in person however she is not … *The crowd begins to unsettle, but Matt commands them with his hands once more*[/i] … my client is not here due to her preparations precisely for what we are announcing today.[/font]
Matt looks out over the crowd, clears his throat, and suppresses the smallest of smiles when he realises the wrestling world is hanging on his every word right now.
[Matt] No, in recent weeks, rumours have swirled that Sally Talfourd may in fact appear at APW’s last ever show. After initially denying such rumours …
[Reporter #1] Get of with it Matt!
[Matt] If you’ll let me continue …
[Reporter #2] Is she facing Level-One!?
[Matt] We completed negotiations for such a match in the past few days.
[Reporter #3] Does that mean Sally Talfourd will be at Rasslemania?
He doesn’t try to hide the smile anymore. There’s the briefest and longest of all pauses as he looks around, that excited smile slowly spreading across everyone in the room, then further to every fan, every man woman and child, every devoted follower as they realise what the answer is.
The scene fades away to a shot of none other than the wonderful, the beautiful, the dazzling ‘Last Magician’ herself - Sally Talfourd looking a splendour in a white button-down dress, the end frilling out, all hiding behind a big set of round glasses and beneath a hat that matches. She purses her lips in thought, then a slight nod.
[Sally] So now everyone knows?
[Matt] The whole world will know. Everyone who has even a passing interest in wrestling was watching that conference. And I guarantee you that the first thing they did after it ended was order the pay per view.
[Sally] Well let’s hope so.
The two of them - wrestler and manager - continue their walk down the street. By lack of recent appearances, or simply because they are just nicer, more respectful people up here in Canada, there’s no one rushing up or calling out or making a big thing out of her walking here. And for that Sally is very thankful for.
[Sally] Did you ever think it would end this way, Matt?
[Matt] You mean APW? Or you and Level?
[Sally] Both, I guess. I mean, this will be the end of both, won’t it? Level-One and I won’t likely meet again - certainly not in this capacity. And APW? Well, it’s last show is its biggest event. I just … I just can’t say I ever imagined it ending quite this way. It’s funny, maybe ironic too. This is my third and last Rasslemania appearance. And when it’s all tallied up, each one of them will be against Level-One.
[Matt] And that’s exactly why this is the decider: You’re both one a-piece. Winner takes it all here.
[Sally] I don’t know if the winner will take it all. I mean, shining brightly, even for a split second, is better than living a dull-grey life for eternity. And boy have Level-One and I shone brightly whenever we’ve stepped in the ring together. We’ve been a light that, for years, others aspired to shine as bright as.
The two come to a stop in front on a big set of wooden doors on the corner of the street. Before they go in or anything, Sally takes off her sunglasses, then her hat, handing them over to Matt to carry. She looks around as she sorts out her hair.
[Matt] Do I have to come in?
[Sally] It’ll be good for you.
[Matt] What about you?
[Sally] For what Lester and I are going to say about each other … do to each other … for what this match is going to be, I have to do this.
Sally reaches for the doors and with a big push, opens them to head in. Matt, begrudgingly, follows as thee camera looks up to find them standing in front of the Avenue Road Church, the imposing, daunting grey-brick spire rising up to look down at all those who stand before it.
In all our time, Lester, one of us has been the enemy and one of us has been the friend.
On of us has spoken about respect and about honour for the other, while the other has always spoken about hurting and maiming and has been driven by the selfishness that has been of trademark of his … I mean their … career.
Spoiler alert: I’ve been the friend, Lester. And you’ve been the enemy.
And it all started over over the strangest of circumstances. A win. A win against you. I remember where all this started, Lester. April 29, 2010. Bryan Payne and I team up against you and Leila Farrahi. And Bryan and I won. You lost, and you never got over it. That’s when all this started. When you assumed the role of the enemy to me, the friend.
From there, our paths have crossed … wait …
No, they haven’t crossed. It’s been more than that. It’s been an entanglement, parallel at times. Since we first met, we’ve been inseparable. We’ve been connected through more than just matches. For years at a time, we’ve done more than just fight. We’ve contended with each other. We’ve pushed each other. We’ve been the spark in each other that burns our raging fires within.
It’s clear to see, Lester. Clear as day. Everyone knows it, but we also know that you’ll be the last to admit it. Look at what happened when APW came crashing down. Look at what happened to us? Where did we go? What bigger and better things did we do now that we were able to exist separately from each other?
Nothing.
We did nothing. We’ve achieved nothing. We are nothing now.
I left wrestling, you disappeared.
If the fall of APW has shown us anything, it’s not that APW bought us together … no, it’s that we kept each other going. Everything you did, everything I did, it was because we knew, deep down, that the other one was watching. Our careers were linked. Our lives were linked. And no matter what we did - or what we tried to do - we could never escape that or each other.
The whole time I was at APW, my career, my life - it’s revolved around you, hasn’t it. My first singles match here was against you. My first title match was again you. My first title win was from you. My first title loss was against you. My first Rasslemania was against you.
And now, my last Rasslemania will be against you.
Maybe you don’t want to accept it. Or maybe you know it and just don’t want to admit it. But our time in APW - the time that actually mattered - it’s been the time when it’s just been you and me. We’ve made each other. We’ve pushed each other further than anyone else has in APW.
Yes, you were big before I rocked up here. Yes, you were renowned before I started down this path with you. And yes, you had done so much before I arrived on the scene. But which match are you having here at the very end?
It’s not against Pence Weatherlight. Not Bryan Payne. Not against any other person who has taken it all from you in APW before. No, it’s with me, and there’s something to be said about that.
It says we can’t exist without the other. It says that so long as any one of us plans on succeeding, the other will have to be near. Near to push us. Near to keep us on our toes. Near to light that fire underneath to actually be better than yesterday, and not quite as good as tomorrow.
But I’m not naive enough to think that here, at the end of all things, you will change your tone about me. You’re never spoken your respect, but that’s just you. I’ve always understood it’s there though. I mean, how else do we get to this point? But I know that’s where it ends: One of those conflicting thoughts, those gnawing ideas at the back of the mind that never goes away and consumes you when everything else is silent.
I know that’s what it’s like for me.
Don’t get me wrong - there’s no admiration between us. We know each other too well, and admiration is the furthest thing from understanding. And by now, I’m sure we understand the other. The circumstances keep changing on how we meet, but the results seem to always speak of the understanding we have of each other. All of our matches are close.
2010: April 29 - I win; May 5 - You win; August 12 - I win; August 29 - You win; September 30 - I win; October 24 - I win; December 19 - I win.
2011: February 24 - You win; March 27 - You win; April 28 - You win; June 2 - I win.
2012: March 25 - I win.
2013: March 3 - You win; April 5 - You win.
When you add it all up. Seven wins for me. Seven wins for you. It’s as if fate has led us to this! The mystical guiding hand not only bought us to APW at the same time, but it ordained this. It destined this for us.
And when we bring all those wins down to the big and the small, we are one-a-piece at Rasslemania. This is the decider. This is the match people have waited years for. This is the match that people have begged and pleaded and had all but given up on.
But what does all this history mean? Does it mean anything when a friend and an enemy come together?
No.
As great as the history might be for the match, in the end, it’s just you and me in the middle of the ring all over again. For the fifteenth and last time, we will square off. We will lock up. And then it all begins. It all happens right there and then. The history falls away. Any respect or hatred evaporates. All feelings and emotions dissipate into the drive that we will both have to win the match.
Because that’s all we want: The win. As selfish and greedy as it may seem, this match (above all others) is the one we want to win. We’ve fought for many different reasons before now: For fans, for titles, for honour. But now, at the end of this, we’re only fighting for one thing: Ourselves.
Let’s throw away the pretensions and the fascades. Let’s do away with the excuses and speak truthfully.
I want the win as bad as you because I want to be remembered as the winner in our little contest. I’ve gone through Hell by getting caught up in Level-One. And you’ve had it no better. But out of the two of us … who has gone through more? Who has been matched in about every stat you can put on paper … and still come through strong? Who has been the underdog in each and every match we’ve gone in to? Who has had to scrape and claw and drag herself through the testing, burning fires just to gain even an ounce of the respect and revere that your name alone elicits from the wrestling world?
I have. I have been the one who has had to fight harder, go further, test herself in more ways than are imaginable. Each and every time you have tried to get rid of me, Lester, what has happened? Did I ever go away for good? Did I always come back to you? Did I ever shrink away from any of your challenges? Not once, Lester. Not once. And each time I learned a little bit more about you. So that, when we came to this moment - this deciding moment - I would be the one to triumph and YOU would be the underdog.
We both know there’s no such thing as a painless lesson. They just don’t exist. Sacrifices are necessary to learn. You can’t gain anything without losing something first although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you’ll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle.
I’ve gone through the pain, the agony, the tests to learn. And learn I have. I’ve learned all this macho, all this bravado, all this show of toughness is just that: a show. I know, deep down, you’re as afraid as anyone would be having to go into this match.
The myth of Level-One, of Lester Only, existed only so long as APW was here. It only existed as long and there was a contingent of followers who believed it but never tested it. Now that APW is gone … what now? What happens to that mystique that you built up?
More importantly, what will you do when you see a tried and tested, burnt but alive, pained but endured Sally Talfourd standing across from you in the ring this time? When you have no image or reputation to hide behind? When you have nothing to cover over your fear and your trepidation with?
You’re exposed, Level-One. You’re exposed as the Lester Only that you are. The man who travels by a pseudonym because he’s afraid of himself. The man who was used by the Sindicate. The man who tried and tried again to be the best, but time and time again was bested.
Level-One will go down as a legend in this business. Lester Only will not.
I see through the Level-One fascade and I know that the man who stands across from me is Lester Only. And he is facing the WOMAN who he could never best. Who he could never truly grind out of the business. Where weaker MEN have failed to stand up to you, I will not. I will succeed against you.
And that will be the end of it all.
When the history books are written and the retrospectives are done, I want to be the lasting face of our feud. The face of triumph, the face of victory. The person who fought back from everything that she went through to get the final, ever-lasting win.
And that want, that desire … that’s driving me in this match. That spark that’s always flickered inside of me that has brought you to me like moth to a light, that’s now burning like a raging flame. And I know you will come to me, and come at me with everything you’ve got.
That’s why I’m ready - more ready than I’ve ever been for a match like this. More ready for you than I’ll ever be, Lester. Because this is it - my last chance to put my stamp on history. The last chance to make the name ‘Sally Talfourd’ synonymous for something. The last chance to do something that’s right for APW.
Because I’ve always fought for what’s right when it comes to you, for what’s in the best interest in everyone. I’ve fought for the good, while you’ve fought for the bad. I’ve fought for APW, and you’ve fought against it. This match - the second last match to ever happen in APW … this needs to be a victory for the good. It must be a victory for APW.
The scene fades into a shot of Sally sitting alone in the middle of the arena, in the centres of the ring. Cross-legged in her ring-gear, one can’t help but notice her eyes are a little red.
[Sally] You know, a long time ago I asked everyone what APW meant to people. The last Rasslemania I as at, actually.
Sally looks around as best she can, taking in both the silence and the memories.
[Sally] And everyone, they had an answer. But I never gave mine. I never actually said what this place is … what it means to me.
In a moment she pushes herself up and dusts off her hands. With a deep breath and a sigh to let it all out, she looks down at the camera for the last time.
[Sally] I guess you’ll all find out tonight.
And with that, and a last look, Sally walks out of the shot for what is the last time. There’s a moment on the empty ring, the seats, the arena that’s about to fill up before the shot fades out and
Sally Talfourd
written across the screen, which in turn fades away as the episode comes to a close.
"Sally Talfourd presents ...".
is written across the screen, fades out, then
"In association with Action Packed Wrestling...".
is next to appear, holds, then fades out for
"Happy Endings T.V.".
Which finally fades to the final ever shot of APW’s Happy Endings. Sad, I know, but like the saying goes: All good things must come to an end. Of course, there’s another saying that says the show must go on. So maybe sayings aren’t really good pieces of advice? Anyway, we find ourselves in a most of action. No, not some death-metal mosh-pit, but it could be easily confused. Photographers, camera-guys, interviewers: They’ve all turned out here in front of a big ‘APW Rasslemania’ backdrop, a podium and some microphones. It looks like there’s some speakin’ goin’ on round these parts! The crowd erupts into murmurs when a man - Manager Matt, Sally Talfourd’s very own - walks out in a very crisp and suave suit (grey, with black trim) to take position in front of them all. Wasting no time, he settles everyone down with his hands.
[Matt] Ladies and gentlemen, thank-you for being here. Ms. Talfourd, my client, would thank-you all in person however she is not … *The crowd begins to unsettle, but Matt commands them with his hands once more*[/i] … my client is not here due to her preparations precisely for what we are announcing today.[/font]
Matt looks out over the crowd, clears his throat, and suppresses the smallest of smiles when he realises the wrestling world is hanging on his every word right now.
[Matt] No, in recent weeks, rumours have swirled that Sally Talfourd may in fact appear at APW’s last ever show. After initially denying such rumours …
[Reporter #1] Get of with it Matt!
[Matt] If you’ll let me continue …
[Reporter #2] Is she facing Level-One!?
[Matt] We completed negotiations for such a match in the past few days.
[Reporter #3] Does that mean Sally Talfourd will be at Rasslemania?
He doesn’t try to hide the smile anymore. There’s the briefest and longest of all pauses as he looks around, that excited smile slowly spreading across everyone in the room, then further to every fan, every man woman and child, every devoted follower as they realise what the answer is.
The scene fades away to a shot of none other than the wonderful, the beautiful, the dazzling ‘Last Magician’ herself - Sally Talfourd looking a splendour in a white button-down dress, the end frilling out, all hiding behind a big set of round glasses and beneath a hat that matches. She purses her lips in thought, then a slight nod.
[Sally] So now everyone knows?
[Matt] The whole world will know. Everyone who has even a passing interest in wrestling was watching that conference. And I guarantee you that the first thing they did after it ended was order the pay per view.
[Sally] Well let’s hope so.
The two of them - wrestler and manager - continue their walk down the street. By lack of recent appearances, or simply because they are just nicer, more respectful people up here in Canada, there’s no one rushing up or calling out or making a big thing out of her walking here. And for that Sally is very thankful for.
[Sally] Did you ever think it would end this way, Matt?
[Matt] You mean APW? Or you and Level?
[Sally] Both, I guess. I mean, this will be the end of both, won’t it? Level-One and I won’t likely meet again - certainly not in this capacity. And APW? Well, it’s last show is its biggest event. I just … I just can’t say I ever imagined it ending quite this way. It’s funny, maybe ironic too. This is my third and last Rasslemania appearance. And when it’s all tallied up, each one of them will be against Level-One.
[Matt] And that’s exactly why this is the decider: You’re both one a-piece. Winner takes it all here.
[Sally] I don’t know if the winner will take it all. I mean, shining brightly, even for a split second, is better than living a dull-grey life for eternity. And boy have Level-One and I shone brightly whenever we’ve stepped in the ring together. We’ve been a light that, for years, others aspired to shine as bright as.
The two come to a stop in front on a big set of wooden doors on the corner of the street. Before they go in or anything, Sally takes off her sunglasses, then her hat, handing them over to Matt to carry. She looks around as she sorts out her hair.
[Matt] Do I have to come in?
[Sally] It’ll be good for you.
[Matt] What about you?
[Sally] For what Lester and I are going to say about each other … do to each other … for what this match is going to be, I have to do this.
Sally reaches for the doors and with a big push, opens them to head in. Matt, begrudgingly, follows as thee camera looks up to find them standing in front of the Avenue Road Church, the imposing, daunting grey-brick spire rising up to look down at all those who stand before it.
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Proverbs 27:6
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; profuse are the kisses of an enemy.
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In all our time, Lester, one of us has been the enemy and one of us has been the friend.
On of us has spoken about respect and about honour for the other, while the other has always spoken about hurting and maiming and has been driven by the selfishness that has been of trademark of his … I mean their … career.
Spoiler alert: I’ve been the friend, Lester. And you’ve been the enemy.
And it all started over over the strangest of circumstances. A win. A win against you. I remember where all this started, Lester. April 29, 2010. Bryan Payne and I team up against you and Leila Farrahi. And Bryan and I won. You lost, and you never got over it. That’s when all this started. When you assumed the role of the enemy to me, the friend.
From there, our paths have crossed … wait …
No, they haven’t crossed. It’s been more than that. It’s been an entanglement, parallel at times. Since we first met, we’ve been inseparable. We’ve been connected through more than just matches. For years at a time, we’ve done more than just fight. We’ve contended with each other. We’ve pushed each other. We’ve been the spark in each other that burns our raging fires within.
It’s clear to see, Lester. Clear as day. Everyone knows it, but we also know that you’ll be the last to admit it. Look at what happened when APW came crashing down. Look at what happened to us? Where did we go? What bigger and better things did we do now that we were able to exist separately from each other?
Nothing.
We did nothing. We’ve achieved nothing. We are nothing now.
I left wrestling, you disappeared.
If the fall of APW has shown us anything, it’s not that APW bought us together … no, it’s that we kept each other going. Everything you did, everything I did, it was because we knew, deep down, that the other one was watching. Our careers were linked. Our lives were linked. And no matter what we did - or what we tried to do - we could never escape that or each other.
The whole time I was at APW, my career, my life - it’s revolved around you, hasn’t it. My first singles match here was against you. My first title match was again you. My first title win was from you. My first title loss was against you. My first Rasslemania was against you.
And now, my last Rasslemania will be against you.
Maybe you don’t want to accept it. Or maybe you know it and just don’t want to admit it. But our time in APW - the time that actually mattered - it’s been the time when it’s just been you and me. We’ve made each other. We’ve pushed each other further than anyone else has in APW.
Yes, you were big before I rocked up here. Yes, you were renowned before I started down this path with you. And yes, you had done so much before I arrived on the scene. But which match are you having here at the very end?
It’s not against Pence Weatherlight. Not Bryan Payne. Not against any other person who has taken it all from you in APW before. No, it’s with me, and there’s something to be said about that.
It says we can’t exist without the other. It says that so long as any one of us plans on succeeding, the other will have to be near. Near to push us. Near to keep us on our toes. Near to light that fire underneath to actually be better than yesterday, and not quite as good as tomorrow.
But I’m not naive enough to think that here, at the end of all things, you will change your tone about me. You’re never spoken your respect, but that’s just you. I’ve always understood it’s there though. I mean, how else do we get to this point? But I know that’s where it ends: One of those conflicting thoughts, those gnawing ideas at the back of the mind that never goes away and consumes you when everything else is silent.
I know that’s what it’s like for me.
Don’t get me wrong - there’s no admiration between us. We know each other too well, and admiration is the furthest thing from understanding. And by now, I’m sure we understand the other. The circumstances keep changing on how we meet, but the results seem to always speak of the understanding we have of each other. All of our matches are close.
2010: April 29 - I win; May 5 - You win; August 12 - I win; August 29 - You win; September 30 - I win; October 24 - I win; December 19 - I win.
2011: February 24 - You win; March 27 - You win; April 28 - You win; June 2 - I win.
2012: March 25 - I win.
2013: March 3 - You win; April 5 - You win.
When you add it all up. Seven wins for me. Seven wins for you. It’s as if fate has led us to this! The mystical guiding hand not only bought us to APW at the same time, but it ordained this. It destined this for us.
And when we bring all those wins down to the big and the small, we are one-a-piece at Rasslemania. This is the decider. This is the match people have waited years for. This is the match that people have begged and pleaded and had all but given up on.
But what does all this history mean? Does it mean anything when a friend and an enemy come together?
No.
As great as the history might be for the match, in the end, it’s just you and me in the middle of the ring all over again. For the fifteenth and last time, we will square off. We will lock up. And then it all begins. It all happens right there and then. The history falls away. Any respect or hatred evaporates. All feelings and emotions dissipate into the drive that we will both have to win the match.
Because that’s all we want: The win. As selfish and greedy as it may seem, this match (above all others) is the one we want to win. We’ve fought for many different reasons before now: For fans, for titles, for honour. But now, at the end of this, we’re only fighting for one thing: Ourselves.
Let’s throw away the pretensions and the fascades. Let’s do away with the excuses and speak truthfully.
I want the win as bad as you because I want to be remembered as the winner in our little contest. I’ve gone through Hell by getting caught up in Level-One. And you’ve had it no better. But out of the two of us … who has gone through more? Who has been matched in about every stat you can put on paper … and still come through strong? Who has been the underdog in each and every match we’ve gone in to? Who has had to scrape and claw and drag herself through the testing, burning fires just to gain even an ounce of the respect and revere that your name alone elicits from the wrestling world?
I have. I have been the one who has had to fight harder, go further, test herself in more ways than are imaginable. Each and every time you have tried to get rid of me, Lester, what has happened? Did I ever go away for good? Did I always come back to you? Did I ever shrink away from any of your challenges? Not once, Lester. Not once. And each time I learned a little bit more about you. So that, when we came to this moment - this deciding moment - I would be the one to triumph and YOU would be the underdog.
We both know there’s no such thing as a painless lesson. They just don’t exist. Sacrifices are necessary to learn. You can’t gain anything without losing something first although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you’ll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle.
I’ve gone through the pain, the agony, the tests to learn. And learn I have. I’ve learned all this macho, all this bravado, all this show of toughness is just that: a show. I know, deep down, you’re as afraid as anyone would be having to go into this match.
The myth of Level-One, of Lester Only, existed only so long as APW was here. It only existed as long and there was a contingent of followers who believed it but never tested it. Now that APW is gone … what now? What happens to that mystique that you built up?
More importantly, what will you do when you see a tried and tested, burnt but alive, pained but endured Sally Talfourd standing across from you in the ring this time? When you have no image or reputation to hide behind? When you have nothing to cover over your fear and your trepidation with?
You’re exposed, Level-One. You’re exposed as the Lester Only that you are. The man who travels by a pseudonym because he’s afraid of himself. The man who was used by the Sindicate. The man who tried and tried again to be the best, but time and time again was bested.
Level-One will go down as a legend in this business. Lester Only will not.
I see through the Level-One fascade and I know that the man who stands across from me is Lester Only. And he is facing the WOMAN who he could never best. Who he could never truly grind out of the business. Where weaker MEN have failed to stand up to you, I will not. I will succeed against you.
And that will be the end of it all.
When the history books are written and the retrospectives are done, I want to be the lasting face of our feud. The face of triumph, the face of victory. The person who fought back from everything that she went through to get the final, ever-lasting win.
And that want, that desire … that’s driving me in this match. That spark that’s always flickered inside of me that has brought you to me like moth to a light, that’s now burning like a raging flame. And I know you will come to me, and come at me with everything you’ve got.
That’s why I’m ready - more ready than I’ve ever been for a match like this. More ready for you than I’ll ever be, Lester. Because this is it - my last chance to put my stamp on history. The last chance to make the name ‘Sally Talfourd’ synonymous for something. The last chance to do something that’s right for APW.
Because I’ve always fought for what’s right when it comes to you, for what’s in the best interest in everyone. I’ve fought for the good, while you’ve fought for the bad. I’ve fought for APW, and you’ve fought against it. This match - the second last match to ever happen in APW … this needs to be a victory for the good. It must be a victory for APW.
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The scene fades into a shot of Sally sitting alone in the middle of the arena, in the centres of the ring. Cross-legged in her ring-gear, one can’t help but notice her eyes are a little red.
[Sally] You know, a long time ago I asked everyone what APW meant to people. The last Rasslemania I as at, actually.
Sally looks around as best she can, taking in both the silence and the memories.
[Sally] And everyone, they had an answer. But I never gave mine. I never actually said what this place is … what it means to me.
In a moment she pushes herself up and dusts off her hands. With a deep breath and a sigh to let it all out, she looks down at the camera for the last time.
[Sally] I guess you’ll all find out tonight.
And with that, and a last look, Sally walks out of the shot for what is the last time. There’s a moment on the empty ring, the seats, the arena that’s about to fill up before the shot fades out and
Sally Talfourd
written across the screen, which in turn fades away as the episode comes to a close.
