Kendra stood up straight, finally relaxing her arms at her sides as she looked at Fiona. When Kendra had beaten that jobber that had tried to ambush her and her partner she had felt almost untouchable in that moment. She had avoided being embarrassed by an underhanded attack and had won the match despite her opponent’s obvious willingness to play cheap tricks, all as the NMW fans and her partner cheered her on. And then there was Fiona’s stellar promo prior to that. Defiant Dream had made itself known in just the first two shows, on the mic and in the ring. But as her thoughts swirled around everything that was going on - at how fast the pace at NMW was picking up so early - Kendra suddenly felt very small and very vulnerable. And not just about the spiral from above. In her first match for NMW, Kendra had beaten a [i]jobber[/i]. A mid card filler that had a petty grudge against her. Mister McKinney probably considered himself throwing her a bone. That was nothing compared to the kind of opponents Fiona for example had faced and even beaten. Now was not the time to climb up on a high horse. [i]If there ever will be a time…[/i]

“Well, we can definitely bet that Isabella and some of the other, you know… ‘vets’ are gonna feel the worst of the heat. I know I shouldn’t think like this… but I really feel this is going to be a very one-sided affair.”

Kendra took a deep breath, her eyes moving down again, “I like Mister Trenton, I really do. [i]He gave me my big break after all.[/i] What I am getting at here is that they say you have to fight fire with fire. And… can we really trust him to bring the heat against crooked management setting up ambushes and ‘cutting deals’ behind our backs?”

Someone had once told Kendra in passing that “politics” was a massive part of professional wrestling. At the time she thought that was just outright silly. Now she understood it. And she really didn’t like it.