BEAMING smiles were worn on the wrestlers who stood on stage after the huge show that had transpired that night. Their dreams were coming to a close reality in a matter of months, a few more shows, one more pay per view, and they'd be an official threat to WWE, not that's what their motive was, though the opposing brand saw it as so.
The dream of being themselves and being appreciated, having independent wrestling be appreciated and showcased across wider audiences. For kids to actually look up to real people and people who genuinely cared for the craft and didn't go to work for a pay cheque. People who wanted to give stories whether it be through a microphone or putting their bodies and lives on the line to make someone smile or be shocked.
Candace stood next to a heaving Kenny Omega, she rubbed his sweaty back comforting as he wiped at the blood from his broken nose. On stage was the couple, Brandi, Cody, Adam Page, The Bucks and Matt's wife Dana.
Kenny held the microphone and smiled looking to his friends, then to the audience, "I'm so proud of everyone, and uh, I should be mad, mad for losing but uh, Moxley . . ." He breathed out earning exited cheers from the audience upon the name itself. "I'm not gonna thank you Chris. I'm gonna thank you, Moxley. Because tonight, this is kinda clever 'cause we're in Vegas, right?" He joked earning smiles from his friends. "You just raised the stakes." He stumbled back handing the microphone to Cody as he began to chug on some water.
