Post by Kenzie Rydell on May 29, 2017 3:36:54 GMT
DATE: 05/10/17
SCENE NUMBER: 01
CAMERA STATUS: OFF
"You wanna know something funny?" Spencer Walsh suddenly brought up in the middle of a long stretch of silence, two hands clutching the steering wheel as the large automobile sped dangerously fast along the long stretch of highway under the cool night sky. "When we started this journey... With all the talk of super stardom and making a difference in the sport... It all seemed like a lofty goal to me back then. I mean, who would have seriously thought you'd beat Chris Night at #FSociety Revelation? Who would have thought you'd even come close to beating Adrien Cochrane?"
With a laugh, Spencer glanced back at Kenzie in the passenger seat for a fraction of a moment. Kenzie's attention was firmly planted towards the window. Cars whirled past them like the two were standing still, violently lurching forward in their metal death machines to get to their destinations.
"I'm just saying... You've surpassed my expectations, Kenz. You—"
"So you thought I was going to suck."
The cheery attitude that emanated off of Spencer had suddenly stopped to a standstill, left on the side of the road while the car kept speeding forward.
"What? No, I—"
"Back when I was in NGW, you kept pushing me. I wasn't living up to my potential, that's what you said. Now that I've beaten a couple legends, you feel the need to pat me on the back like I should just be content with my career from here on out?"
Her eyes kept staring out the window as she read Spencer the riot act.
"That's not what I—"
"'No. I'm not content. I'm not content with almost beating Adrien. I'm not content with losing my chance at becoming one-half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions. I'm not content with losing in the International Elite Cup 2017 tournament. I won't pat myself on the back until I'm a world champion — until I've got The Super Falcon Cup in my hand and I can call myself the winner. I won't be satisfied until I can beat someone like Adrien, someone like Tyson Gregory or Allyson Morrow, and that's exactly what everyone thought would happen!"
"I told you that you weren't living up to your potential because I was trying to push you further. Look at yourself. You've clearly taken it to heart," Spencer responded calmly, changing lanes like a professional while he spoke. "You should never be satisfied with the accomplishments you've earned but at the same time, you can't keep playing all the failures you've ever had over and over again in your head. That's not going to help you. Sometimes, it's okay to stop and smell the roses, to bask in the things you have accomplished. It doesn't make you weak. It doesn't make you egotistical. It makes you human."
Kenzie pondered the wonders Spencer told her, prying her eyes away from the window to look at him.
"Besides," Spencer continued with a small smile. "When you're confident in your abilities and you're not hung up on the past... Well, that's when you succeed the most."
With a reluctant grin, Kenzie began to respond to her platonic life partner.
"Does it bother you to know you're always right?"
"It's my burden to bare," Spencer answered with a cheeky smirk. The two of them chuckled softly as Spencer took the exit and arrived at their destination: San Jose, California.
DATE: 05/10/17
SCENE NUMBER: 02
CAMERA STATUS: OFF
As the rickety wooden door swung open, Kenzie Rydell walked into the dilapidated gym with her arms crossed over her stomach. Hazel eyes scanned the room like it was the first time she's ever been here. The centerpiece was a full-sized wrestling ring with a black mat and three sets of blue rope. Surrounded by once pristine white gym equipment, the now rusted amenities were still mostly in working order.
"What's wrong?" Spencer muttered as he stood by her side.
"I guess it's been so long since I've been here that seeing it now is like seeing it with fresh eyes," Kenzie answered softly. "I never really knew this place was so crappy."
"I suppose you're right," he put both hands on his hips, surveying the damage. "There's a reason this place was so cheap. It was abandoned before I came and bought the property. Guess we're never gonna be like Team Adrien, huh? Flying in the best martial artists in the world and having them come to our lavish mansion or whatever... That's not us."
"Maybe it could be one day, but... I prefer the way it is now," Kenzie smiled at the sight of her drab brown surroundings covered in illiterate graffiti. "We've got our friends that I met back in wrestling school here to help me out. This place just needs a little sprucing up, that's all. Maybe clean up the walls, save money after a few fights to get some better equipment... Before you know it, this little headquarters of ours could be like our own little haven — our home away from home."
"There's five of us. What's the point?"
"We'll expand," Kenzie responded with optimism. "Laura King, Jack Napier, Noah Auburn... That's three different wrestling prospectives, three different styles those guys can teach me. They can teach each other too and the more people we get from all walks of wrestling, the more all of us can improve when we teach each other."
"Hm. Expand. The more wrestling styles you can learn, the more you'll be prepared for any opponent," Spencer strolled towards a workout bench and sat down. "It's going to take a lot of work, a lot of marketing. We'll have to set it up in a way where everyone is a beneficiary and not just you. Build it up like we're going to help people become world champions."
"I don't really care about all the business mumbo-jumbo, but I trust you with it," Kenzie smiled again, sitting next to her friend. "Just make sure you don't call it a school. I don't want it to be too pretentious. I just want it to sound like wrestlers helping wrestlers, friends helping friends. Does that make sense?"
"Does what make sense?" The door shut behind Laura King as she made her way into the gym right on cue. The blonde was a little shorter than Kenzie but her arms were thicker, more powerful.
"Kenzie wants to expand the group. She figures it'll be able to help people — get 'em to improve in every facet of wrestling to become the best she can be," Spencer replied.
"It'd be selfish not to do that, right Laura?"
"I think that's a lousy idea," Laura responded in her usual snarky tone. "We've got a good thing going. Why ruin it with more people that could ruin the dynamic? Why give a fuck about anyone else but ourselves? We've got a Muay Thai trainer in Noah, a no-nonsense technical tactician in Jack and you've got me - a certified grappling badass with a heart of gold and a knack for high-flying exploits!"
"That heart of gold comment is pretty damn debatable," Noah Auburn chuckled as he walked past her to stand by Kenzie's side. "I'm thinking other people deserve a chance to improve just as much as Kenzie does. We owe it to the wrestling community to—"
"Fuck the wrestling community!" Jack shouted as he entered the room, gripping Laura's hand in his own before spinning her around for a passionate kiss. Kenzie blocked her eyes, looking away until the two set of lips separated.
"So... What about being selective about it?" Noah answered cautiously.
"Noah's right," Kenzie smiled. "If we just make sure that everyone's skill set was something the rest of us could benefit from then everyone learns something."
"If we're really doing this," Laura boldly spoke out. "We better make sure we're getting paid. We wanna improve this crap heap, right? That costs money; money we don't have."
"Fuck it," Jack growled. "You guys do what you want. I don't run this place. I've got no say. Just make sure nobody rude as fuck makes it in. Don't want anyone ruining our good vibes."
Noah shot Jack a look.
"... What? I'm not rude. I just say it like it is."
"Riiight," Noah responded sarcastically.
Kenzie looked down at her hands and thought to herself for a moment.
"I need to think about this, okay? Just give me and Spencer time to consider the pros and the cons."
"Whatever," Jack answered nonchalantly. "You ready to start training for the next Super Falcon Cup match? It's coming up, Kenz."
Kenzie nodded.
"Who's next in the quarter finals, Spencer?" She turned to him. "Redemption Wrestling's own Honey? The second generation West Coast Genesis star Juliana DiMaria? Holy crap, I'm excited! It's been so long since I've had a big match. I'm starting to get restless."
Before Kenzie could continue gushing about her excitement, Spencer filled her in with the necessary information.
"Hammerstein."
"Oh..."
DATE: 05/27/17
SCENE NUMBER: 03
CAMERA STATUS: ON
Browsing the web, you decided to check YouTube for your daily dose of wrestling. Top ten videos usually filled your time or recaps of the latest shows across the country but today was different. Today, you spotted a thumbnail that caught your interest. In the small thumbnail, Kenzie Rydell was sitting on a park bench with her legs crossed as a sunrise danced over the backdrop.
With the click of a single button, the video expanded and began to play on your device of choice.
"Hammerstein..."
The name spilled from her lips effortlessly.
"I wanted to let you know that I respect what you did out there. You had a great match against Corey but then when Sam Washington pulled a fast one and distracted you... You lost. You were out of the tournament. To be honest, I felt bad. I wanted you to win."
With a huff, she continued.
"I don't think we've ever spoken to each other one on one more than a handful of times on Twitter but I've seen you around. I didn't know a lot about you, I have to admit, but what you did at ThunderCu— What you did at the Pay-Per-View..."
Kenzie stopped herself with a smile. She still couldn't even say the word.
"Helena Noir didn't deserve what happened to her. She didn't deserve the owner of the company - Carlos Diaz - sending his goons to brutalize her just because he thought she couldn't represent GoL in the Super Falcon Cup tournament. And you know what? I've faced a similar plight down in #FSociety before it closed so Hammerstein and I have more in common than you might think."
As an avid #FSociety fan when it was alive, you knew exactly what she meant.
"To make a complicated story simple to understand, the owner of #FSociety was Chris Night. For selfish reasons much like Diaz has shown time and time again, Chris Night assigned two men dressed up as clowns — men now known as The i-10 Connection — to brutalize anyone he pleased. He claimed that wrestling ruined wrestling, that he was trying to 'evolve' the sport, but people like me with enough common sense to see through the bullshit decided to fight back."
"I won't bore you with the full story. Needless to say, it ends when I defeated Chris Night one on one on the last episode of #FSociety. I'm hoping Hammerstein can have a similar moment down the line. If it's not Hammerstein, I'm hoping someone has the guts to stand up to Diaz and tell him how they really feel. GoL doesn't deserve to feel as oppressed as I felt in #FSociety, and the fact that clowns are a part of it all makes me start to hate the thought of clowns, I have to admit..."
She nervously chuckled at the thought as the beautiful sun raised slowly behind her on the horizon.
"You may have defeated Mr. Psycho via count out but the courage you had to even take the chance is something I can admire, no joke. It was awesome! And you know that if it wasn't me you were going up against, I'd be cheering for you to win the whole thing after that, right?"
Her excited tone suddenly took a turn for a more serious demeanor.
"Unfortunately, that's not the case. Right now, you're the one thing in my way of coming home with The Super Falcon Cup. You're the one obstacle in my path to proving that you don't need to turn into a dark and brooding jackass like Avery Miles III to find success in life. And when I look at it that way... When I look at this match realistically..."
"I have to beat you, Hammerstein. I have to fight you with every ounce of passion and using every ounce of power in my ever expanding arsenal to make sure that I leave the building one step closer to the finals. This isn't a game. This isn't your Cinderella story. It's midnight and it's time for you to go home."
A twinge of regret covered her face as she said those words.
"I've been training for as long as I can remember with my dad every morning. I've been training in wrestling school, and I've been improving day in and day out with my friends' knowledge at my disposal."
Muay Thai! Lucha Libre! Jujutsu! Boxing! Parkour! Capoeira! Tai Sabaki! It all blends to create my style in the ring and the arsenal keeps expanding. I'm at the top of my game, so when people look at me like the rookie who struggled to climb the ladder back in the day? They haven't seen what I'm capable of doing now that I've learned to master my strengths and hide my weaknesses. And when Twitter decided that I was the favorite to win this match against Hammerstein, I used it as motivation. I used it as motivation to assure each and every person who decided to vote for me that they made the right choice and I've been training twice as hard!"
Confidence began exuding off of the usually meek Kenzie Rydell.
"I don't get distracted easily and I'd consider it an insult if you didn't give this match everything you had too. So there won't be any count outs. There won't be any tricks. All there's going to be is one clear winner, and I'm sorry to say... It won't be you, Hammerstein."
"I respect you. I respect the fact that you want to make the most of your second chance in this tournament but you have to understand that I want this as much as you. Maybe I even want this more than you, I don't know. What I'm trying to say is, I want you to show up and do your absolute best. I want you to prove me wrong and I want you to attempt to put all my training to shame."
"I want to give the GoL crowd something to remember. No Diaz, no clowns, no shenanigans. Let's blow the roof off of that building and let's make everyone forget the main event once the show is over 'cause all they'll be talking about is us! You ready for that, Hammerstein? You ready to make history? Good."
With a bright smile, she laid down on the park bench with her head on the armrest and kept talking into the camcorder, likely being held by Spencer himself.
"Super Falcon Cup 2017... It means something. Let's show everyone what it means to us, okay? Maybe you'll learn something out there. Maybe I'll learn something too. Just take a deep breath and get ready for the biggest match of your life, Hammerstein. Got that?"
"And with all due respect... Don't be too surprised when I'm the one moving forward in The Super Falcon Cup tournament, okay?"
With a wink, she grinned wide towards the camera for a final time as she adjusted herself and sat back up.
"Watch this space, Avery. You're looking at the next Super Falcon Cup winner. Spoiler alert!"
SCENE NUMBER: 01
CAMERA STATUS: OFF
"You wanna know something funny?" Spencer Walsh suddenly brought up in the middle of a long stretch of silence, two hands clutching the steering wheel as the large automobile sped dangerously fast along the long stretch of highway under the cool night sky. "When we started this journey... With all the talk of super stardom and making a difference in the sport... It all seemed like a lofty goal to me back then. I mean, who would have seriously thought you'd beat Chris Night at #FSociety Revelation? Who would have thought you'd even come close to beating Adrien Cochrane?"
With a laugh, Spencer glanced back at Kenzie in the passenger seat for a fraction of a moment. Kenzie's attention was firmly planted towards the window. Cars whirled past them like the two were standing still, violently lurching forward in their metal death machines to get to their destinations.
"I'm just saying... You've surpassed my expectations, Kenz. You—"
"So you thought I was going to suck."
The cheery attitude that emanated off of Spencer had suddenly stopped to a standstill, left on the side of the road while the car kept speeding forward.
"What? No, I—"
"Back when I was in NGW, you kept pushing me. I wasn't living up to my potential, that's what you said. Now that I've beaten a couple legends, you feel the need to pat me on the back like I should just be content with my career from here on out?"
Her eyes kept staring out the window as she read Spencer the riot act.
"That's not what I—"
"'No. I'm not content. I'm not content with almost beating Adrien. I'm not content with losing my chance at becoming one-half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions. I'm not content with losing in the International Elite Cup 2017 tournament. I won't pat myself on the back until I'm a world champion — until I've got The Super Falcon Cup in my hand and I can call myself the winner. I won't be satisfied until I can beat someone like Adrien, someone like Tyson Gregory or Allyson Morrow, and that's exactly what everyone thought would happen!"
"I told you that you weren't living up to your potential because I was trying to push you further. Look at yourself. You've clearly taken it to heart," Spencer responded calmly, changing lanes like a professional while he spoke. "You should never be satisfied with the accomplishments you've earned but at the same time, you can't keep playing all the failures you've ever had over and over again in your head. That's not going to help you. Sometimes, it's okay to stop and smell the roses, to bask in the things you have accomplished. It doesn't make you weak. It doesn't make you egotistical. It makes you human."
Kenzie pondered the wonders Spencer told her, prying her eyes away from the window to look at him.
"Besides," Spencer continued with a small smile. "When you're confident in your abilities and you're not hung up on the past... Well, that's when you succeed the most."
With a reluctant grin, Kenzie began to respond to her platonic life partner.
"Does it bother you to know you're always right?"
"It's my burden to bare," Spencer answered with a cheeky smirk. The two of them chuckled softly as Spencer took the exit and arrived at their destination: San Jose, California.
DATE: 05/10/17
SCENE NUMBER: 02
CAMERA STATUS: OFF
As the rickety wooden door swung open, Kenzie Rydell walked into the dilapidated gym with her arms crossed over her stomach. Hazel eyes scanned the room like it was the first time she's ever been here. The centerpiece was a full-sized wrestling ring with a black mat and three sets of blue rope. Surrounded by once pristine white gym equipment, the now rusted amenities were still mostly in working order.
"What's wrong?" Spencer muttered as he stood by her side.
"I guess it's been so long since I've been here that seeing it now is like seeing it with fresh eyes," Kenzie answered softly. "I never really knew this place was so crappy."
"I suppose you're right," he put both hands on his hips, surveying the damage. "There's a reason this place was so cheap. It was abandoned before I came and bought the property. Guess we're never gonna be like Team Adrien, huh? Flying in the best martial artists in the world and having them come to our lavish mansion or whatever... That's not us."
"Maybe it could be one day, but... I prefer the way it is now," Kenzie smiled at the sight of her drab brown surroundings covered in illiterate graffiti. "We've got our friends that I met back in wrestling school here to help me out. This place just needs a little sprucing up, that's all. Maybe clean up the walls, save money after a few fights to get some better equipment... Before you know it, this little headquarters of ours could be like our own little haven — our home away from home."
"There's five of us. What's the point?"
"We'll expand," Kenzie responded with optimism. "Laura King, Jack Napier, Noah Auburn... That's three different wrestling prospectives, three different styles those guys can teach me. They can teach each other too and the more people we get from all walks of wrestling, the more all of us can improve when we teach each other."
"Hm. Expand. The more wrestling styles you can learn, the more you'll be prepared for any opponent," Spencer strolled towards a workout bench and sat down. "It's going to take a lot of work, a lot of marketing. We'll have to set it up in a way where everyone is a beneficiary and not just you. Build it up like we're going to help people become world champions."
"I don't really care about all the business mumbo-jumbo, but I trust you with it," Kenzie smiled again, sitting next to her friend. "Just make sure you don't call it a school. I don't want it to be too pretentious. I just want it to sound like wrestlers helping wrestlers, friends helping friends. Does that make sense?"
"Does what make sense?" The door shut behind Laura King as she made her way into the gym right on cue. The blonde was a little shorter than Kenzie but her arms were thicker, more powerful.
"Kenzie wants to expand the group. She figures it'll be able to help people — get 'em to improve in every facet of wrestling to become the best she can be," Spencer replied.
"It'd be selfish not to do that, right Laura?"
"I think that's a lousy idea," Laura responded in her usual snarky tone. "We've got a good thing going. Why ruin it with more people that could ruin the dynamic? Why give a fuck about anyone else but ourselves? We've got a Muay Thai trainer in Noah, a no-nonsense technical tactician in Jack and you've got me - a certified grappling badass with a heart of gold and a knack for high-flying exploits!"
"That heart of gold comment is pretty damn debatable," Noah Auburn chuckled as he walked past her to stand by Kenzie's side. "I'm thinking other people deserve a chance to improve just as much as Kenzie does. We owe it to the wrestling community to—"
"Fuck the wrestling community!" Jack shouted as he entered the room, gripping Laura's hand in his own before spinning her around for a passionate kiss. Kenzie blocked her eyes, looking away until the two set of lips separated.
"So... What about being selective about it?" Noah answered cautiously.
"Noah's right," Kenzie smiled. "If we just make sure that everyone's skill set was something the rest of us could benefit from then everyone learns something."
"If we're really doing this," Laura boldly spoke out. "We better make sure we're getting paid. We wanna improve this crap heap, right? That costs money; money we don't have."
"Fuck it," Jack growled. "You guys do what you want. I don't run this place. I've got no say. Just make sure nobody rude as fuck makes it in. Don't want anyone ruining our good vibes."
Noah shot Jack a look.
"... What? I'm not rude. I just say it like it is."
"Riiight," Noah responded sarcastically.
Kenzie looked down at her hands and thought to herself for a moment.
"I need to think about this, okay? Just give me and Spencer time to consider the pros and the cons."
"Whatever," Jack answered nonchalantly. "You ready to start training for the next Super Falcon Cup match? It's coming up, Kenz."
Kenzie nodded.
"Who's next in the quarter finals, Spencer?" She turned to him. "Redemption Wrestling's own Honey? The second generation West Coast Genesis star Juliana DiMaria? Holy crap, I'm excited! It's been so long since I've had a big match. I'm starting to get restless."
Before Kenzie could continue gushing about her excitement, Spencer filled her in with the necessary information.
"Hammerstein."
"Oh..."
DATE: 05/27/17
SCENE NUMBER: 03
CAMERA STATUS: ON
Browsing the web, you decided to check YouTube for your daily dose of wrestling. Top ten videos usually filled your time or recaps of the latest shows across the country but today was different. Today, you spotted a thumbnail that caught your interest. In the small thumbnail, Kenzie Rydell was sitting on a park bench with her legs crossed as a sunrise danced over the backdrop.
With the click of a single button, the video expanded and began to play on your device of choice.
"Hammerstein..."
The name spilled from her lips effortlessly.
"I wanted to let you know that I respect what you did out there. You had a great match against Corey but then when Sam Washington pulled a fast one and distracted you... You lost. You were out of the tournament. To be honest, I felt bad. I wanted you to win."
With a huff, she continued.
"I don't think we've ever spoken to each other one on one more than a handful of times on Twitter but I've seen you around. I didn't know a lot about you, I have to admit, but what you did at ThunderCu— What you did at the Pay-Per-View..."
Kenzie stopped herself with a smile. She still couldn't even say the word.
"Helena Noir didn't deserve what happened to her. She didn't deserve the owner of the company - Carlos Diaz - sending his goons to brutalize her just because he thought she couldn't represent GoL in the Super Falcon Cup tournament. And you know what? I've faced a similar plight down in #FSociety before it closed so Hammerstein and I have more in common than you might think."
As an avid #FSociety fan when it was alive, you knew exactly what she meant.
"To make a complicated story simple to understand, the owner of #FSociety was Chris Night. For selfish reasons much like Diaz has shown time and time again, Chris Night assigned two men dressed up as clowns — men now known as The i-10 Connection — to brutalize anyone he pleased. He claimed that wrestling ruined wrestling, that he was trying to 'evolve' the sport, but people like me with enough common sense to see through the bullshit decided to fight back."
"I won't bore you with the full story. Needless to say, it ends when I defeated Chris Night one on one on the last episode of #FSociety. I'm hoping Hammerstein can have a similar moment down the line. If it's not Hammerstein, I'm hoping someone has the guts to stand up to Diaz and tell him how they really feel. GoL doesn't deserve to feel as oppressed as I felt in #FSociety, and the fact that clowns are a part of it all makes me start to hate the thought of clowns, I have to admit..."
She nervously chuckled at the thought as the beautiful sun raised slowly behind her on the horizon.
"You may have defeated Mr. Psycho via count out but the courage you had to even take the chance is something I can admire, no joke. It was awesome! And you know that if it wasn't me you were going up against, I'd be cheering for you to win the whole thing after that, right?"
Her excited tone suddenly took a turn for a more serious demeanor.
"Unfortunately, that's not the case. Right now, you're the one thing in my way of coming home with The Super Falcon Cup. You're the one obstacle in my path to proving that you don't need to turn into a dark and brooding jackass like Avery Miles III to find success in life. And when I look at it that way... When I look at this match realistically..."
"I have to beat you, Hammerstein. I have to fight you with every ounce of passion and using every ounce of power in my ever expanding arsenal to make sure that I leave the building one step closer to the finals. This isn't a game. This isn't your Cinderella story. It's midnight and it's time for you to go home."
A twinge of regret covered her face as she said those words.
"I've been training for as long as I can remember with my dad every morning. I've been training in wrestling school, and I've been improving day in and day out with my friends' knowledge at my disposal."
Muay Thai! Lucha Libre! Jujutsu! Boxing! Parkour! Capoeira! Tai Sabaki! It all blends to create my style in the ring and the arsenal keeps expanding. I'm at the top of my game, so when people look at me like the rookie who struggled to climb the ladder back in the day? They haven't seen what I'm capable of doing now that I've learned to master my strengths and hide my weaknesses. And when Twitter decided that I was the favorite to win this match against Hammerstein, I used it as motivation. I used it as motivation to assure each and every person who decided to vote for me that they made the right choice and I've been training twice as hard!"
Confidence began exuding off of the usually meek Kenzie Rydell.
"I don't get distracted easily and I'd consider it an insult if you didn't give this match everything you had too. So there won't be any count outs. There won't be any tricks. All there's going to be is one clear winner, and I'm sorry to say... It won't be you, Hammerstein."
"I respect you. I respect the fact that you want to make the most of your second chance in this tournament but you have to understand that I want this as much as you. Maybe I even want this more than you, I don't know. What I'm trying to say is, I want you to show up and do your absolute best. I want you to prove me wrong and I want you to attempt to put all my training to shame."
"I want to give the GoL crowd something to remember. No Diaz, no clowns, no shenanigans. Let's blow the roof off of that building and let's make everyone forget the main event once the show is over 'cause all they'll be talking about is us! You ready for that, Hammerstein? You ready to make history? Good."
With a bright smile, she laid down on the park bench with her head on the armrest and kept talking into the camcorder, likely being held by Spencer himself.
"Super Falcon Cup 2017... It means something. Let's show everyone what it means to us, okay? Maybe you'll learn something out there. Maybe I'll learn something too. Just take a deep breath and get ready for the biggest match of your life, Hammerstein. Got that?"
"And with all due respect... Don't be too surprised when I'm the one moving forward in The Super Falcon Cup tournament, okay?"
With a wink, she grinned wide towards the camera for a final time as she adjusted herself and sat back up.
"Watch this space, Avery. You're looking at the next Super Falcon Cup winner. Spoiler alert!"