The New Pup

She was done. She wasn't gonna listen to the ridicule and barrages of hate anymore. Tonight was the last night. After to nigh, Disgrace would be no more. Hopefully people would forget she ever existed.

She was currently sitting off in some dark corner on top of some crates, pulling on the last of her ring gear. Tonight as a final screw you to the universe she would fight Jon Moxley. Sure, he saved her butt a while back. But this was her way of saying goodbye to CZW. Goodbye to the only life she knew.

'You don't have to make yourself do this.' Said a soft voice in her head.

She scoffed. "Oh please... You have been in my head for who knows how long. You saying you don't want a chance at being in the world?" She said quietly.

'I'm not saying that, I'm just saying you can continue to fight. There are other places you know.' Luna said in their shared mind, making Disgrace roll her eyes.

"Like where? WWE? Yeah right. It would just be this place all over again. No matter where I go, I won't be accepted." She said a little louder. "You've seen how people act. The looks I get..." She said gently running a couple fingers over the scar over her eye. "You get full reign after tonight." She said tightening a glove. She looked over for her mask but froze. She began looking around her then jumped down from the crates beginning to look around for the mask. "Where the hell did it go?!"

"Looking for something?" Said a deep voice. She looked up and her eyes narrowed. Not out of hat but of caution.

There in front of her stood the one and only- The Undertaker. In his hand, her mask.

She slowly walked forward. "To what do I owe the honor of gaining such a great fighter in my prescience?" She said reaching for her mask. He quickly lifted his hand, and due to their immense size difference, she could not reach her most important piece of equipment, at least that's what she considered it.

"I want to talk." He said looking down at her.

"Give me my mask and we can talk." She countered.

"We talk and I'll give you your mask." He said deeply.

"I have a match in less than five minutes."

"Go out there without it. I already know what you want to do. Give everyone one good final 'screw you'. That's what this match is about right? You ending your fighting. It's such a shame though. You're so young. Such a good career in front of you."

"Give me. The mask." She growled.

"Come get it later. You're up." He said walking away. She growled but headed out. He was right. This shocked everyone, but granted it got her more jeers and boos.

~~~

The match was bloody, violent, and deadly. She would need stitches. Lots of them, as well as wearing a brace for her ankle which she could tell was twisted. But Moxley needed worse.

She headed back stage and looked around for the thief who still held onto her mask. She ended up finding him where's he had first seen him. He looked over. "You win?" He asked without looking at her.

"What do you think? Since you apparently know me so well." He chuckled and looked at her from under his wide brimmed hat.

"Good job pup." He said with a smirk, then tossed the mask to her.

She caught it and began to walk away. He quickly caught her by her arm. "What?" She snapped.

"Meet me outside after you get your things." He said as he slowly let her arm go. She glared a little.