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Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission or KO.
***
On paper this shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. It was an Apex Qualifier match, but since the Openweight Title was for women only as far as he knew that, meant little for Troy. Winning here would be a much more important deal for his opponent, who no doubt wanted to go into that whole shindig with a string of solid wins under his belt. Which, you know, good for them. Not his concern.Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission or KO.
***
What was his concern, though, was the little losing streak that he and his wife were starting to wrack up.
While they’d had a successful debut as a tag team, they’re singles outings had been fairly lackluster, and it was a fact that wasn’t escaping Troy’s notice. After her disaster outing with TH Harris, Betsy had gone on to lose to Gisele LeBlanc. Fighting the Frenchwoman had turned out to be a net positive for their relationship, so he was glad for that, but it hadn't made their WLD look any better. His own outings had been comparatively dismal, too, not bringing home a single win as of yet.
Yes, their LAW careers were short, but Troy knew how these things could work. Momentum was important, and they were losing theirs in a hurry.
So tonight, as he and Betsy made their way down to the ring, he was of a mind to change all of that. Determined. Driven.
Spoiler
Troy Lincoln, ready for action!
”You okay in there, babe?”
His wife’s words snapped him back to reality for a moment, as the two of them came down to the ramp, side by side. He blinked a couple of times, then looked back over his shoulder with a shrug, trying to play it off. ”I’m fine, I’m fine. Why, was I spacing?”
Betsy gave him a few quick nods. ”You were totally spacing.” She reached over and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. ”You’re not still stressing over this win/loss thing, are you?”
Very much so, yes. ”No, of course not.” He rubbed his wrist, trying his best to hide the anxiety. ”I just…I want this thing we’re doing to work out, you know? We didn’t come across an ocean to start on a losing streak, and-”
”And we’ll get to where we’re going sooner or later, okay?” Betsy gave him a quick pat on the back as he ascended the stairs. ”Just do your best, babe.”
‘Just do your best’. It was a nice sentiment, only ruined by Troy not being sure what his best was, at the moment. Still, he did his best to keep the spirit of her advice, as he made his way over to the corner and settled in. No one had ever won a match by doubting their abilities, after all. Believing that he was going to lose would just fulfill the prophecy.
