Alessia blinks as she feels the referee raise her right arm as she stares down at Nova Skye down on the canvas. She tears his hand away moments later and raises her left letting out a roar of pride before she makes her way out of the ring ignoring the crowd as usual.

Alessia sighs as she sits down in the locker room after her hot shower still in disbelief with what happened. She knew she could do it from the start but defeating a champion felt different from any other win she had ever had. Shaking her head as a memory creeps up from her past she can’t help but snicker to herself.

“Stupid old man It seems you were right...I guess now I have to go get The Real Prize”

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Alessia:.........Why The Hook? Isn't your name Reginald...?

Alessia stares at the older man before her, she couldn't help but picture something like an old silverback gorilla. Stocky build with arms like tree branches went with his bald head and thick beard. His little eyes held a fire though she decided she liked.

Hook: Yah can call me Boss Hook! Ye greenhorn little girl! Back in my day folks feared The Hook, and if yah learn the people these days might fear you...uh....uhh Capoola....no no Capazeine......Cap!

Alessia: Cape-

Hook: Cap! It's Cap as long as yah gettin yah learnin from me! Got it?

Alessia: But my na-

Hook: Good! Now, why do ye wanna be a wrestler? I bet yah got my tapes from Green Mountain Wrestling!

Alessia: Actua-

Hook: Yeah they all were scared of me Fisherman’s clothesline back in the day!

Almost took Steve Mortenson’s head right off!

Member him? Shame they had to take his foot because of the gout! Played up the Big part of his nickname a bit too much…I should call Big Country up one of these days…..

The husky man shakes his head slowly as he mumbles to himself a bit before refocusing on a perplexed Alessia.

Hook: Yer a big un…I’ll give yah that I guess…none of that flippy four eighty taint twirls for yah…good that’s all shit! It’s all about Powerbombs, Clotheslines, and showing yer Strength!

He balls his fists up and flexes showing his still impressive mass off for a moment before he tires himself out. Taking a seat in a beat-up stool that creaks loudly as he looks her over again.

Hook: I stand corrected! Yer big for a girl but yer small Cap! A little shrimp with tits hahahahahhaaha! yah should forget about being a wrestler and go be one of dem…..one of dem….what was it…..cossy players?! Yeah dem….go dress up and play pretend!

Hook nods as he chews on the toothpick in his mouth seemingly done before he sighs seeing she isn’t leaving.

Hook: Look I’m only letting yah leave now before we get started because I don’t train losers OR give refunds after the first twenty minutes and yah gotta pay for yer first three months in advance!

Alessia: Paid up for half a year already…we already spoke about all this over the phone Mr.Armst-

Hook: Boss Hook! Mr.Armstrong is my dad and he been dead what? About twenty years back old dog had the Sugar!

Alessia:……Boss Hook…..where do we start?

Hook: We start by figurin out what ya doin this all for! Yer gotta be fightin for something or yer never gonna be worth a damn in that ring! But ye got that fire in yer eyes, Listen well and yer gonna beat the champ one day!

Alessia: Isn’t like all that decided for you or some-

Hook visibly tenses up and the subtle change in his eye makes Alessia hush up which causes the grizzled man nod before that flare in his eyes simmers.

Hook: That’s what I thought, don’t wanna hear ye talkin like that Cap. Now! why are ye doing this? Dat little write-up you sent makes it sound like yer are some sorta Olympian..no medals doe! FIX YOUR FACE…No medals same as no belts…not that I know about that being a five-time Green Mountain heavyweight champ an all! Two-time tag team champ with my partner Jack Morgan! We were da Plunderers!

Alessia: Astounding…anyway I’m here because I was told to find a "pro" wrestling trainer. Apparently there is more to “pro” wrestling than actual wrestling.

Hook: Fine miss “real” wrestler how do you get a crowd to their feet? Getting them roaring for yah or trying to rip yer head off? How do yah go out to the ring and tell a story with just yer fists?! How about cuttin a promo so the people out there wanna come see yah in the ring?! Yah don’t know anythin’ so yah best hush up and start listnin!

Alessia simply nods and watches the man as he adjusts his posture the creaking of the stool is the only thing echoing in the empty gym for a few moments.

Hook: I know ye don’t care now but just yah wait for little Cap, gonna make Ye realize how good the feeling is….beating someone yah never dreamed yah could….it’s ah feeling like no other…Yer training is gonna start tomorrow at noon! Ehhh make that four in the afternoon!

The next few weeks of Alessia’s training weren’t as goofy as she thought they would be. She had come into it expecting it to be some hokey training about how to fake moves or be some sort of television warrior. She was shown just how wrong she was after Hook showed her the proper way to powerbomb someone by letting her feel what a good one felt like several times.

Besides in-ring training, she began to lift more weights while intaking more protein with Hook insisting she follow his meal protein plan the “MM” or More Meat which consisted of:

Beans and hash for breakfast, Roast beef on rye for lunch, and some cut of beef for dinner with veggies.
And during special nights like her first “good” powerbomb or promo, they went for what Hook called the “Real prize” a double bacon cheeseburger between a Krispy Kream doughnut with an ice-cold root beer float.

Alessia didn't know when it happened but one day she truly fell into her role as a student of Hooks watching his old tapes and even playing with a Captain gimmick idea in secret before scrapping it for her brutal narcissist. Already being a sound technical worker Alessia grew bored of working on that kind of stuff so she gravitated more towards brawling and power moves the idea being she could target areas on her opponents before locking in holds if she wanted. This went on for months until finally it was time for Alessia to head off to First Class her first appearance meant to be at some battle royal.

Hook: What do yah mean yer gonna be a bad guy? Everyone nowadays just does both, they dun like…what’s it called…typecastin!

Alessia: I don’t like that it feels phony…if I’m going to be doing this I’m gonna be doing it now I want to, besides isn’t it like better for viewers if they have someone to boo?

Hook: People ain’t gonna like yah, yer gonna get boos win or lose kid

Alessia: I don’t need their cheers….I’ll command their respect one day just you wait and see!

Hook: Yer goin over to IIW cross the pond yeah? Get old Hooky some of those tea biscuits and never forget what yah learnt….yer gonna set the world on fire Cap! When yer the big champion you gotta fly me over for your first defense!

Alessia: Yeah yeah I sure will!

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“Alessia Capello has no chance of besting Nova Skye. She might as well lay down in the ring”

“Glorified mid-card talent needs to stay out of something as prestigious as the Ice Crown”

“Capello shows slight promise but can't show up as both her bouts against the Evolution Champion Stephanie LaCroix proved”

“Alessia Capello more like CRAPello her cheesy new boogeyman gimmick is S-H-I-T”

“Gonna have to give this one to the Premier champ easy dub!”

“What even is this is she some evil satanic nun!? News flash that crap was lame in the 80s”

“Solace Tatum must have lined this one up to get a bad investment buried so she can give her the Axe”

“No chance”

“Squash match”

“Pity watch”

“CAPELLO REMEMBER THIS MOMENT.”

“Who gave her an invite?!”

“You just pinned the champion.”

“An unfair match from the start Capello is gonna get creamed”

“Well, freaking done. Drink it in and enjoy-”

The audio clips stop abruptly as Alessia presses a button on her recorder tossing it aside as she sits in a dimly lit room. The decor makes it appear to be somewhere in her chapel, perhaps the deacons office. A smoldering fire adds a slight red hue to the entire area

“It's not often I ponder the words of the masses but just this once.....I had to indulge myself to drink in their negativity. It's so very sweet on the tongue and them being wrong only makes me savor it that much more

here is our Queen…the one you all told me I could never beat in the ring…”

She holds up a photo of Nova which she dips in a small bowl of some thick liquid before tossing it into the fireplace. The resulting flare-up shows it to be flammable of some sort.

“But I snuffed her darkness with ease.. as I promised I would…she’s on her way to becoming something like me but she’s still thinking like an animal and it shows…”

She picks up another photo pondering it before turning it for all to see it’s Edda Wilcox.

“Do you follow in your teacher's footsteps faithfully or is mediocrity all you want in this life? I've watched some of his old matches and he was a decent competitor...when are you gonna break out and wow us? I mean it's much too late now but next year...I expect better”

She slowly rips the photo in half before dunking and tossing one half of it in the flame, the other she looks at seemingly thinking.

“You have an excellent technique at your disposal to...you should try and tear my arm out the socket.

Prove you are not just some mid-card chump.

Prove you can summon that beast inside you when you're in danger...make no mistake you are in danger”

She grimaces at the other half of Edda’s photo before tossing it in dry letting it feed the fire slow.

“I'm planning to hurt you as much as possible. I want to make you submit I think...right in the middle of the ring wouldn't that be fun?”

She picks up another photo from what seems to be a messy pile on the desk and gives it a predatory grin.

“Mmmmm my project for next year...cant wait to see you drop that silly little routine...you’ll be so much better when you do.”

She would pocket that one not showing just who it might be before moving on to the next, flipping it over to reveal Ethan Rivers.

“Some of you have been speculating this man might be unbeatable..that he truly sits at the summit...pfft...to that I can only wonder why. All men are equal in the eyes of God....all of them will face his judgment either at the end of days or when they face his chosen servant”

Without much fanfare, she tosses the photo into the flame after a quick dunk in the liquid. The room lights up as the fire devours its next meal small details becoming apparent to the viewer. The large Left-Hand symbol painted on the wall is the most notable, its fingertips drenched red the crimson streak running down towards the palm.

Alessia watches the flame for a moment before choosing another photo and smirks to herself.

“A past his days Titan who should be relaxing in a retirement home somewhere...yet he chooses to play spaceman”

She flips the picture around to show Terry Marshall posing before a crowd

“I'm not a liar when I was younger this man was great….was…..A real warrior who's was a spectacle in the ring...was.....now he is just an old man ill gladly put down if I have to...I have no qualms about beating you into permanent retirement. You did well against Curtis because he is an unloved bastard....trying to fill his empty heart with false positivity”

She scoffs as she holds the photo over the flame letting it catch on the edge before dropping it in and turning back towards the camera.

“The East bracket is going to be left a broken mess when I'm done with it....none of the “competition” really wants to take it to that next level, none of them want to tear off that mask of kindness...they want to still believe in their humanity..fine good for them!

I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t mentioned that pathetic excuse for a west bracket..frankly I don’t need to go too deep into it."

Alessia looks right into the camera her usual cocky demeanor replaced with seriousness

"I’m waiting for you, Ada."

"For our destined encounter…it’s odd for some reason I feel like me and you are the only ones raising the bar….but sadly when we meet I’ll have to break you….maybe it’ll change you….I can see you at my side along with Vengence. Not in some weak little girl group no we aim for true dominance, you have time though….think it over”

She stands from her desk leaving behind other assorted photos to go stand near the Left-Hand painting studying it for a moment before her eyes return to the camera.

“You see I was given this gift from God...I see the real you.... you who hates their fellow man, you who covets social standing, you who love violence...the human part of you...NOT these masks you wear to pretend to be good people.....I don't mind being what I am if it means I’m honest.

And what am I?

I’m the bad guy

The dirt under your nails you can never wash away, that skeleton in your closet that haunts you….the part of you that’s willing to do anything to win…some of you call it brutality but I assure you it’s been so so tame as of late…I wonder how Nova would be if I had decided to toss her ringside instead of the mat….”

Her neutral expression turns to a cocky smirk as she gives an exaggerated eye roll and shrug.

“Solace you seemed to be overly critical of me on commentary...what's your problem? Do you want everyone on your roster to be a floundering goodie two shoes? No, as much as you pretend you know you need me so how about you just play your role and book my matches...while you're at it remember:

I already beat your champion.

Right in the middle of the ring…..it wasn’t too hard…..I’m sure I can do once more…..give you a real champion to hold your belt. I just needed a few real bouts to get into form so don’t worry soon you’ll have no choice”

Alessia takes a seat cross-legged in front of the camera relaxing somewhat. Her crop top shows off her various tattoos including the large red left hand over her heart, an Angel wielding a burning blade down her left arm, and Revelations 11:7 in cursive across her stomach.

“I know some of you are out there wondering what it all means. You want to ask but you are scared of what others might think so let this be your lesson...I am God's wrath-given form.

Do you see all that is wrong with this world? All the wars, social degeneracy, pollution…all these things are man-made. So it’s only fitting for man to usher God back by any means..that is where the Left Hand comes into play.

The Left Hand is here to make this world ready for his return and I’ll always work towards that goal...but I mostly want to beat the shit out of people so it all fits well hahaha.

Lauren Edwards, you weren't a specific target, and if hate for you to think we singled you out....but you should use all that power. I'd relish a fight with you but I think you'd be a good test for Robin....what do you say?

I've decided I'm done holding anything back from any of you. I and mines are taking over First Class and I don’t care who’s throat I have to step on to do so. None of you are prepared like I kept telling you but I’m done warning you. You'll all learn you either adapt or die, show me that darkness!

Everything has already been determined don’t you know? I’ve decided it as The New Evil!”

Alessia would stand and raise her left hand slowly the half-smirk replaced by a serious expression.

.

“On behalf of the dark”

The screen cuts to the Left Hand Symbol, the white palm shifting to a blood-red coloration.

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