Prologue
The lights dropped.
A familiar guitar, drum, and choir riff hit.
The crowd knew it immediately.
“BROOK....”
“STONE......”
“BROOKSTOOOOONE!”
The music and the arena said it together.
Brookstone stepped from behind the smoke and pyro.
The crowd absolutely lost it.
Deacon Myers stood in the middle of the ring with a microphone, ready to speak as Brookstone’s music faded. She didn’t give him the chance.
“Look Myers,” Brookstone said, “Before you open your funky, rotting, tobacco juice and Marlboro Red stained mouth, I have an announcement to make. Folks, I hope you guys didn’t pay to come see me in a long match. I’m gonna fold this irrelevant asshat in two minutes MAX, then me and my friends have a plane to catch! RING THE BELL!”
“BROOKSTONE HAS MADE HER INTENTIONS VERY CLEAR TONIGHT FOLKS” Jake Rogers screamed on commentary. ” SHE’S GOT A PLANE TO CATCH --- AND DEACON MYERS IS STANDING BETWEEN HER AND THE DEPARTURE GATE!”
Brookstone no sold all of Deacon’s offense for exactly one minute and fifty seconds before it happened.
As he ran the ropes and came toward her, she grabbed him and threw him straight in the air.
Brookstone caught a descending Deacon Myers out of the air in a three quarter facelock and executed the Stone Cutter, driving him to the mat and then getting up and pinning him with one foot for the easy 3 count. She then wiped her foot on him.
“GOOD NIGHT, DEACON MYERS!” Jake Rogers screamed “HE’S GONNA BE JETLAGGED FOR A WHILE AFTER THAT FLIGHT HE TOOK!”
Brookstone then quickly grabbed her armor and title belt, and climbed the barricade, where she briefly spoke with three young women sitting in the front row, before the four quickly made their way through the crowd to the exit, as the crowd lost their mind.
