Fiona found herself thinking about the same thing. "A lot, if I had to guess. Somehow I doubt Mr. Deguara would've invested in this whole thing if he didn't think his son could make it to the top." It was unfortunate, but Fiona wondered if she'd even have a career wrestling at all at this point if the Deguaras hadn't salvaged NMWW out of the wreckage of the old brand. Maybe she'd be slugging it out on the indie circuit somewhere, putting her body on the line in high school gyms and local bars for a few dozens audience members at a time. She liked to think she loved wrestling enough to do that, but she was thankful she didn't have to put that thought to the test.

She winced at the Samoan drop that Carlo took, though she was confident he'd find a way to get control of the match at some point. One way or another, it seemed inevitable that the boss's pretty boy son would be one of the last men standing for the belt.

"Makes me glad Diana's just in management," she added, kicking her feet up onto the edge of the coffee table. "Feels like the women's division is a little more open than the men's, since we don't have a Deguara getting in the ring with us."