Author's Note: All thanks to the Internet and the WWE 24 special about Finn Bálor for a little research on Bray since I've never been there (if you're from Ireland or live around Bray, I do apologize for the small detail of it). It looks like a beautiful place to visit sometime during the summer. But anyway, here's the awaited Chapter 2! Enjoy!

CH 2: Homecoming

To others, Bray looked like any peaceful coastal town. But to Becky, it was more than just a resort town. It felt like she's almost forgotten how beautiful it was and the many sights and sounds she's experienced. Painfully, she hasn't visited Bray much since her teenage and young adult years. She dreadfully missed the smell of the ocean near the Seafront, the touch of smooth rocks and pebbles under her feet, the historic houses and shops she's passed by that are still active, and the magnificent presence of Bray Head. Oh, how much she missed this place.

Finn thought so too. At least he visits his family and friends there from time to time when he has the chance. As he's driving downtown through Bray's tranquil streets, Finn takes a quick glance at Becky staring distantly out the car window. She looked tired or disinterested in something, he couldn't tell. But the silence between them was starting to bother him and it felt weird in so many ways. Finn had to say something.

"You haven't seen the promotion in a while, huh?", Finn smirked.

"Oh, yeah?", Becky said nonchalantly. "I haven't stepped into its doors in years. I've been too busy preparing for huge matches and playing a huge role for the women's division in WWE that I sometimes forget to visit. I must of felt bad, just thinking about it."

"Don't be", Finn assured her. "Because we're heading there now. I'm confident some of the new faces would like to meet you."

"I bet they do", Becky said.

Before they knew it, they've finally arrived at Fight Factory Pro Wrestling. The building doesn't look like a top notch gym or a well-organized fitness center. The outside is white, blocky, and at first glance a boring spectacle. The only thing sticking out was the sign: Fight Factory Pro Wrestling Training School (included with info). It used to be called NWA Ireland in its early years, but all of its qualities didn't matter to the two Superstars. This place feels like home.

Becky takes a breath and walks inside. Finn followed suit. As Becky went through the door, her heart skipped a beat. Everything inside Fight Factory is now a different atmosphere than the one she remembered back in 2002. She could just see her past self in this memorable scene: a young brown-haired girl with highlights draped in pigtails, running across the ropes and taking bumps in the ring. Surrounded by chipped white walls and a mess of several blue and black mats.

The change around her was something she wasn't expecting. The smooth walls are decked out in white and red plus the ring is nearly color-coordinated in comparison with them. Punching and kicking bags were added, which something Becky never had during her time there. The mats are not all over the place, but are aligned on the right side of the ring on the floor. On one side of the ring, there lies a bulletin board covered with papers about recruitment, class times, upcoming matches and events, calendars….and pictures of wrestling alumni that once trained in these grounds.

Becky went closer to the board and found a photo of herself on her first-ever pro wrestling debut back in November 2002. She couldn't forget the mix of nervousness and excitement she had when she competed for her first pro wrestling match. She stared at the photo with a hint of nostalgia in her heart. But thoughts about the Belfast Pro Wrestling Open's main event were distracting her like pins and needles.

"Rebecca?", a familiar voice said. "Rebecca, is that you?"

Becky turned around and saw an Irishman standing near the punching bags. His squarish face is complemented by his smooth beard and brown-haired fade haircut. The young man's physique is evidently muscular, yet he's much taller than Becky the last time she saw him at the WWE UK Tournament. Across the room, he looked at her with steely blue eyes and seems to be unfazed of her presence there.

Becky's eyes widen as first, but they slowly squinted. "You look chubby today", she sarcastically said.

"Thank you", the man answered back, "I'm quite flattered to hear so, ma'am."

The two were silent for a short while. Becky squinted at him, but the young man did the same. Finn smiled at their encounter. It didn't take long for the silence to cut short when laughter between Becky and the man became apparent and responded with a hug.

"Jordan Devlin", Becky said, "How's my baby brother doing? How's being Irish Junior Heavyweight Champion?"

"You're still calling me that after so many years?", Jordan chuckled. "I'm not a 12 year old boy anymore. I'm a grown ass man now. I perform my own matches and settle the bookings. It's quite tiresome, but I've garnered through. And yes, being champion feels awesome."

"Wow", Becky said. "Leading the charge, eh?" She ruffled Jordan's hair. "But you're still called my little brother."

"Oh stop it", Jordan smiled. While the two friends continued their conversation, Finn's phone from his pocket began to vibrate. He takes it out and discovers the call's coming from Regal. He had to take this opportunity himself.

"Um, guys?", Finn said. Jordan and Becky paused to look at him. Finn continued, "I have an important call to talk to. Jordan, would you mind introducing Rebecca to the new recruits while they come back from jogging?"

"Sure", Jordan replied. He gestures Becky to the ring. She and Jordan both sat in the middle of the ring, complimenting. As Finn was about to head outside, his ears caught Jordan saying, "The announcement that just happened at OTT….I couldn't believe what I just heard." He's worried too, Finn thought. At least he's in doubt like I do. This is really just a mess.

He presses the "Accept" button on his phone and answers, "Regal?"

"Hello, Mr. Devitt", Regal responds. "I'm happy you called back since I left you a voice message earlier. How's your trip in Dublin?"

"Grateful as ever, sir", Finn said. His eyes shifted left and right to see if any of the new recruits are coming back. "Rebecca and I are in Bray now. Just meeting up with old friends. But I have a question to ask you…."

"Yes?", Regal questioned.

"Who is this…. mysterious benefactor you're talking about?"

Regal didn't answer immediately. He paused on the other line for a few seconds before replying, "I don't know. Sadly."

Finn facepalms himself. An unknown person, for some strange reason, sent Regal a letter in detail about how the main event is settled. Why didn't this person call the headquarters? Were they afraid of their voice getting discovered by authorities? Or is this person - a fan perhaps - trying to play a large prank on the company?

Then, Regal said, "But I've received an anonymous email saying he/she refers to themself as…. 'The Headmaster'".

The Headmaster. What an odd nickname for a person Finn nor any individual has never heard or met. But Finn wants to know if there's any lead up to the letter's whereabouts.

"Are there any clues to where this letter came from?", Finn said. Regal replied, "No, but there's a clue in the email. According to this sender's unknown profile….

…..It says they're from Ireland. This person has traveled throughout the US, Canada, Europe, and even Japan."

Finn's face grew pale.

"They also said they're going to make an appearance at the Belfast Pro Wrestling Open after the main event."

The rumors and theories about this benefactor being a wrestler making a comeback couldn't be anymore closer to home. But these assumptions are contradicting. What if the benefactor was a wrestling critic in disguise? Or a manager? Or another promotion boss trying to take over his promotion? All these questions are in the air.

An idea lit up in Finn's head. "Regal, can I call you later? I need to talk to the owner, Phil Boyd, at his office about this."

"Sure, Fergal", Regal said. "Talk to you later."

Finn hangs up and walks quickly back inside the building. He marches over to Phil's office and knocks on his door. Jordan and Becky behind him looked at Finn strangely.

"Come in", Finn heard Phil say inside.

Finn opens the door and peaks his head inside Phil's office. Phil Boyd wasn't just the owner of Fight Factory, he's also an active coach and talented pro wrestler, winning several championships throughout his career. He's called by his fans as "Mr. Small Package" (for some reason), so that's as far as you'll know about him. The rest is not important.

Phil is sitting in his surprisingly clean office. In the past it used to be a dreaded, untidy area when he first found it: papers all around, empty food wrappers, probably cigarette butts in one corner. Phil managed to make his room more presentable and clean and organized with storage cabinets and a desk. Many people would sneakily come into his office to see his family photos and Fight Factory photos on his desk or find some of his food stashed in his wooden cabinet.

"Oh, hello Fergal", Phil smiled when he saw Finn. "What can I help you with?"

Finn adjusts his club collar on his black collar shirt. He grew slightly nervous talking to Phil about what has happened with his conversation between him and Regal. Furthermore, he didn't want to accuse anyone of whether they're the Headmaster. It'll sound like he's on a witch hunt or something. Is Phil the Headmaster? Maybe Finn would find out.

"I have one question actually. Did you send any emails to Regal a few days earlier?", Finn said.

Phil raised an eyebrow to Finn after he stopped typing on his computer. At that moment, Finn could feel the hair on the back of his head stand up. It was like Phil knew what he was talking about, but he doesn't know if he ever had Regal's emails. Phil resumed typing.

"Um, not really", Phil shook his head, "I don't even have Regal's email address nor his phone number."

Finn took a sigh of relief.

"But you can give me his phone number if you like", Phil said.

Finn gave Regal's phone number to Phil in case if there's any emergency. He thanked him and left the office. Finn noticed the recruits are already inside….and they're just as excited to see him and Becky return. Let's just say one superfan recruit nearly fainted as of this moment.

Later in the afternoon, Jordan, Becky, and Finn settled outside a restaurant near the Seafront. The bright sun shone on the ocean floor, illuminating the bodied water with its reflection. Some men, women, and children were either jogging or walking past them; usually they are tourists that come here to visit this peaceful town of Bray.

The three friends talked as if they haven't talked in person for decades. Of course, it was a decade passed since Jordan left for Japan to train for six months, Finn was a bonafide superstar in New Japan before leaving for NXT, and Becky withdrew from wrestling until she came back at a NXT live event in 2013. Their lives have changed and so is their careers.

"Remember that time I had troubling doing basic rolls on the mat?", Jordan said. "My body kept hitting the ropes and turnbuckle. And Fergal once said during class, 'Do I have to build walls along this ring just to keep you from crashing?'"

"Jordan, you were chubby back then", Becky chuckled. "And also I put a headlock on you from trying to escape the last minutes of your first class. You were this close to getting kicked out."

"I thank you for that", Jordan said. Finn sipped on his lemonade, looking downward on the table and haven't said a word. Becky copied Finn, but Finn didn't pay any attention to her. Jordan folded his arms and rests his head on the table, not straying his eyes from Finn.

"You've been quiet lately while we walked here", Jordan said to Finn. "Is there something the matter?"

Finn looks up from his drink and sat up from his chair. "No, no, nothing at all", Finn calmly replied. "It's just the main event thing at Belfast. What are we going to do about it?"

"I know, right?", Jordan said in agreement. He looks over to Becky. "It's been bothering you, too?"

"A little", Becky said. "I mean, the timing of it is just ridiculous. It's like this person is messing with us."

"Right", Jordan said. "If I can meet with this twat face to face….I'll be glad to smack his jaw off for threatening our promotion. He thinks he can control the matches without us knowing? Why can't he just appear? What's he hiding?"

"I think there's a proper reason for this situation", Finn said. Confused, Becky looked at Finn. "What do you mean by that?", she said.

Finn explained his phone call with Regal about the emails.

"The Headmaster? And this person's from Ireland?", Becky wondered.

"Correct", Finn said. "My prediction is that it could be a returning Irish wrestler we haven't seen in years involving with the events of the BPWO or some other wrestling personality."

Becky was curious to see how it will unfold. "That's an interesting statement. Could be a Legend, perhaps." Becky and Finn turned towards Jordan to see if he had anything on his mind. Jordan shrugged.

"Well, I don't have any ideas for who the Headmaster is", Jordan said while resting his head on his arms, "but I've received a text from Phil about the BPWO."

Surprised, Finn leaned a little to Jordan. "Really? What did he say?"

Jordan scrolled through his texts on his phone and found one under Phil's name that was sent recently. "It says here to remind you two are set to appear at a BPWO conference this Saturday. Be there at 6:00pm, the press will arrive early around 5:30 and the doors will be open to fans at 6:30. The actual conference will start at 7..."

"Where?", Finn and Becky replied at the same time. Jordan quietly looked off his phone and raised an eyebrow. Slightly embarrassed, Becky leaned back in her chair. Finn addressed Jordan to continue.

"At the Convention Centre Dublin."

Who do you think is the Headmaster? And what is really the Headmaster's motives? You'll have to figure out on the next chapter, Chapter 3: Conference!