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ATLANTIC CITY ENTERTAINMENT

where the stakes are high

est. 2010

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[LIVE!]

V: WELCOOOOME FANS! WE ARE LIVE! EPISODE NO. 15!

[A quick shot of a sea of Atlantic City Entertainment fans! They are jam packed into a sold out Hard Rock Hotel & Casino! Only the lucky were able to make it into the crowd! There is a swirling spotlight going around the ring and a huge “ACE: 2023” banner hanging from the ceiling. There is also a balcony area where some people can watch and play casino games. There’s tons of colorful signs in the crowd.]

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ACES HIGH

Episode No. 15

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[A live shot of the one and only Nicholas Rowe and, of course, Shane Propone at ringside. They are sitting at their commentary booth, headsets on, ready to go! Nick Rowe as the play-by-play commentator, home grown from Indiana. Nick’s ginger hair is cut short and his cheeks are a blushed red, as always. And well, Shane Propone… the perverted Italian Bad Boy from the Bronx! Both are looking stylish in casual dress attire. Nick with a khaki polo shirt with “ACE” written on the right pocket and khaki pants. Shane is wearing jeans and a black button up “ACE” collared shirt. We close in on the duo.]

Nick Rowe: Hello fans! Hello! We are LIVE from…

Shane Propone: WE KNOW. The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino…

Nick Rowe: IN ATLANTIC CITY NEW JERSEY!

Shane Propone: Just when I think you can’t get anymore annoying…

Nick Rowe: Oh, but I am! And I do it just for you! Since you have annoyed the living crap out of me time and time again… I live for it.

Shane Propone: F off.

Nick Rowe: That’s what I figured you would say. Anyway, banter aside. Welcome fans! Episode No. 15 incoming! What an awesome show we have for you here tonight!

[“Superficial” by Heidi Montag hits as the fans boo loudly at the sound of the theme music of one Angel Kash, as the lights dim and flash all over the arena.]

Nick Rowe: Ugh…

[As the boos threaten to drown out the theme music, a lone spotlight forms on the entrance ramp as out from the back steps, The Kash-Matthews Dynasty Angel Kash and Melanie Matthews soaking in the adverse reaction.  As they have pink boas on, dressed to the nines in matching outfits, with both wearing an obnoxious pair of sunglasses, they pose together for pictures enjoying the negative reaction from the sold-out crowd.]

Shane Propone: Here they come. What a way to kick off the night, but the Kash-Matthews Dynasty last week bought Bianca DiLuca before that horrible video played. Glad to see Angel is in good spirits.

Nick Rowe: She appears to be, but who knows after that tape played either way? This is just too much.

Shane Propone: Wrong; when it comes to Angel, it is never enough!

[Angel and Melanie continue their strut down the ring, taunting the fans posing together for selfies, pretending they want to get the fans involved before telling them “they aren’t worthy.” They then pose together, and before they continue, Angel is naturally complaining about the smell of the arena in typical Angel fashion.  Melanie takes the time to keep up the arrogant posing and taunting of the fans.]

Shane Propone: I love it!

*FLASHING CAMERAS!*

[As the duo makes their way toward the steel steps, Angel orders a stage hand to hold the ropes for them; Melanie climbs the steps first and enters, followed by the Trillion Dollar Princess herself. They then pose together in the center of the ring before Angel demands a microphone. As her music cuts, she stands there waiting for the fans to quiet down so she can speak as she stands in the center of the ring.  The haughty blonde then says in a smug tone.]

Angel Kash: If you cretins would just SHUT UP for five damn seconds?! Like I know you all want to see us, but we got something important to say that you all need to listen to. Okay? So when I speak, your mouths shut, got it?!

[The boos overtake her once again as Angel rolls her eyes.]

Shane Propone: How rude I want to hear what Angel has to say!

Nick Rowe: You’re the only one.

Angel Kash:  Last week, you saw an example of what I have been saying all along: money truly is the root of all happiness. Like Bianca DiLuca used to have money, she used to be happy, and then she was not a significant loss but lost everything!  She ended up sad and broke like all of you, and she tried to make the best of it for the longest time. But in the end, she needed direction, leadership, and the Kash-Matthews Dynasty, and I get it you all need us, too, whether you hate us or not! Now, if you think for one second that's all we have in store for ACE, then you’re sadly mistaken.

[Angel smirks evilly as the boos get louder.]

Angel Kash: I understand that you all don’t get it. You’re just too simple to understand, just like you’re all too simple to know that I am done being treated the way I have been since this company reopened. I have been screwed time and time again, and why? Because of a real grudge against me?! Against the wealthiest woman in ACE. But now, with the army at my disposal and my niece here, we are an unstoppable force. No one, not even some creep hiding in the shadows, will stop what is about to happen.

[Melanie is handed the microphone by Angel and speaks in an obnoxious tone of her own.]

Melanie Matthews: The Dynasty is going to take over this place! See, I got my first victory last month like I knew I would; you all should have expected it too. But no, instead, you thought for one damn second that I was going to lose to DiLuca? Ha, as you can tell, she works for us. She won’t be the only one, either.

[Melanie Matthews smirked proudly at her statements as she handed the microphone back to Angel.]

Angel Kash:   Exactly; 2023 is going to be the year gold comes back around my waist, and the year Melanie gets her first title, but for now, we will be kicking around all of your favorites and doing what we do best, and all any of you can do is be jealous!

[Suddenly the titantron turns to static before it turns to the inside of Angel Kash’s mansion. The garbled distorted voice behind the camera letting out some laughter.]

Voice: Hi there Angel! Miss me? Look I have a confession to make…. I may have made a mess…. Oopsie….

Shane Propone: Oh my god…. Who in the hell is doing this?!

Nick Rowe: I…. I genuinely don’t know but Angel Kash can’t be happy!

[The person with the camera walks over to the living room. On the table is one of Angel Kash’s Charcuterie boards with cracker crumbs all over the couch.]

Voice: You don’t really offer much in terms of snackies. I mean come on! No Ding Dongs? Ho Hos? Zebra Cakes? Nothing?!

Shane Propone: It’s Iris! That has to be Iris! Who else would talk like that?!

Nick Rowe: It could be anyone Shane!

[A gloved hand with the initials “RL” on it reaches over grabbing a cracker.]

Voice: These are too dry! We needs something to drink! I mean something good! Why do you have a refrigerator in your basement?

[Angel looks disgusted and angry as she screams.]

Angel Kash: This isn’t funny get the fuck out of my house!

Shane Propone: Shouldn’t someone be calling the police?!

[Suddenly a bottle of Domaine Chambertin Grand Cru 1990 appears in this person’s hand in front of the camera.]

Voice: This stuff is icky! But don’t worry Kash! I was nice enough to stock your refrigerator up with goodies!

[The person walks through the kitchen carrying the camera before opening a door and walking down to the basement…]

Voice: Oooooo so creepy! I hope nothing jumps out and attacks me! Have you ever seen Home Alone? That Furnace was scary!

Shane Propone: Is this person 6?! Who talks like that?!

[The camera turns to the beautiful wine cellar. The kind of cellar the most sophisticated sommelier would own.]

Nick Rowe: I’m no expert but that looks like a temperature regulated wine cellar.

Shane Propone: Shaq has something like that! I seen it on an episode of MTV’s Cribs!  

Voice: Fancy!!!!!! Lookie Kash!

[The person behind the camera types in the code on the pad.]

Voice: By the way if you truly wanted to keep people out of this room try not making the code your birthday…. Way too obvs!

Shane Propone: Oh no…

[The door opened up revealing not a beautiful selection of wines, but a 7/11’s worth of soda pops.]

Voice: Much better! I mean I got rid of all that icky stuff that tasted like drain cleaner…  I personally am very fond of this.

Shane Propone: She did what?!?!?!?!

Nick Rowe: Judging by how big of a cellar that is, that had to be a couple thousands worth of bubbly!

[The person grabs a bottle of Mountain Dew Pitch Black.]

Voice: I find the subtle citrus flavor compliments the grape flavor. It goes down really smoothly and is easy on the pallet. The perfect beverage to go with any Mexican cuisine!

Shane Propone: Is she seriously comparing Mountain Dew to a fine wine?!

Nick Rowe: You consider Marie Calendar’s chicken pot pie as gourmet cooking…

[Angel is freaking out in the center of the ring as Mealnie tries to calm her down as shes screaming.]

Angel Kash: You know how much that wine cost?! You are going to pay for that?!

[Camera scans the entire wine vault showing every single bottle has been replaced with soda.]

Voice: You are sooo welcome Kash! Not only did I fill up your wine vault with some high quality stuff but I also helped tidy up your room! Come let’s go see what I did!

Shane Propone: There’s more?!

Nick Rowe: Whoever is behind this clearly must know Angel Kash really well!

[The camera leaves the wine vault and follows back up the steps.]

Voice: It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood won’t you be mine…. Won’t you be mine…. Won’t you be my neighbor! Hee hee hee….

[The person behind the camera casually sings as the camera goes through the walkway passing the unconscious security guard snoring on the floor with a tranquilizer dart sticking out of his ass.]

Nick Rowe: That looks like a horse tranquilizer!

Shane Propone: Ok this is getting downright creepy! It’s bad enough that someone broke into Angel’s house but this?!

Angel Kash: I had to replace everything last week! I am sick of this! I am going to sue the living hell out of you.

[The person walks up the steps giving Angel’s dog Precious a pet on the head. The camera zooming in on the glove with the initials “RL”. ]

Voice: Who is a good doggy!

[Precious wags her tail nuzzling her head into the hand.]

Voice: Oh who could not love this little pupper! Don’t worry Kash I fed the doggy and made sure she had clean water!

Shane Propone: Well at least she cares about the dog!

Nick Rowe: Well it’s not the dog’s fault Angel is her owner!

[The camera leads the way into Angel’s bedroom. Her bed is covered in many empty bottles and pizza boxes.]

Voice: Oopsie. I might have made a mess in here…. Do you know how to get pepperoni grease out of silk sheets? Tee Hee….

Shane Propone: Oh my god those sheets alone probably cost a fortune! Hell they may need to replace the mattress!

Nick Rowe: Didn’t a hotel charge you for a mattress after you spilled a jar of gravy on the bed?

Shane Propone: I told you never to bring that up again!

Nick Rowe: It wasn’t gravy was it Shane.

Shane Propone: Shut up!!!!

[The camera turns to the closet… The hand opens the door revealing it’s completely empty… The shoe racks sit completely empty.]

Voice: Honestly Kash! How many pairs of shoes and purses does one person need? I was nice enough to clean up this closet of all that junk! But don’t you worry! All those stinky shoes and gaudy purses aren’t going to waste! Let’s go on the next step of our journey!

Shane Propone: I don’t like this at all Rowe…

[The camera goes back down the steps and through the kitchen before the person opens the side door leading outside to the pool and lounge area.]

Voice: I don’t know about you Kash but I do love a nice fire!

[The camera follows before stopping in front of the large fire pit revealing it is completely packed full with all of Angel Kash’s shoes and her many purses ranging from Gucci to Versace.]

Shane Propone: You can’t be serious!!! That’s Angel’s pride and joy there!

Nick Rowe: Angel looks as if she’s going to be sick!

Voice: Fire in the hole baby!

[A lit match is thrown into the pit and is immediately ignited.]

Shane Propone: NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Voice: Ahhhhhh nice and toasty!!!! Who wants Smores!!!!

[A stick with a marshmallow on it is revealed.]

Angel Kash: This isn’t funny at all this is sick someone do something about this?!!

Voice: Gaudy crap roasting on an open fire! Root Beer nippin’ at your nose!

[The marshmallow is nice and toasty from the flames as the camera zooms in on all the expensive shoes and purses engulfed in flames.]

Voice: Woo hoo doggy! Those shoes sure do stink! Perhaps you should use some Odor Eaters Kash! Hee Hee Hee! That being said, you are quite welcome Kash…. And have a lovely lovely day! And do remember… I only do what I do because I truly do care about you! Love ya Kash! Ta Ta for now!

[The camera suddenly turns to static.]

Shane Propone: I…. I’m speechless…

Nick Rowe: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do anything remotely like this to Angel Kash.

Shane Propone: Whoever is behind this is very disturbed…

[Angel screams in the ring, throwing a massive fit as the fans chant Karen at her. She was confused as to how this could of happened, as she screams like a banshee, her shoe collection, purse collection, and her wine collection were all gone!]

Angel Kash: WHO COULD DO THIS TO ME?!!! MELANIE DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!

Shane Propone: SOMEONE HELP!

Nick Rowe: Deja vu… shut up! Jeez! Angel needs better security! What a mess this is!

Shane Propone: I feel so bad for Angel. I will call Momma Propone’s security service and have it installed in Angel’s house… personally!

Nick Rowe: She can handle that herself, Shane. Anyway, let’s head backstage. This is not the Angel Kash show.

Shane Propone: I beg to differ!

Nick Rowe: Don’t grovel, Shane, it’s pathetic.

[We cut backstage where Taylor Gibson is seen pacing back and forth at a quick pace. She's dressed to compete in a silver and black version of her ring gear. She walks about five steps, turns and repeats the process, again and again.]

Cindy Collins: You're gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep doing that.

Taylor Gibson: Huh?

[The short blonde looks up at her fellow tag team champion, who is seated at a bench nearby.]

Cindy Collins: The pacing back and forth. What are you doing that for?

Taylor Gibson: Oh. Sorry, just ready and raring to go, you know? Tough fight tonight, kinda wanna rip it off like a band-aid and just go out there and do it.

Cindy Collins: Yeah, I feel you, Tay. Nothing we can't handle though, right? I mean, we /did/ come out the other week and lay out the challenge to anyone on the roster.

[Taylor nods her head, walking over to Cindy and taking a seat across from her.]

Taylor Gibson: Guess you do gotta reap what you sow. I'm ready for them! Color of the Wind have nothing on Thotline Miami!

Cindy Collins: Why do you keep doing that?

Taylor Gibson: Doing what?

Cindy Collins: Calling them Color of the Wind.

Taylor Gibson: What do you mean? That's their name.

Cindy Collins: No, it's Coven of the Wind. Coven. Like a group of witches.

[There's a silent pause.]

Taylor Gibson. Oh. I been calling them Color of the Wind this whole time.

[Taylor smiles sheepishly.]

Cindy Collins: I noticed! Anyway, what's the plan for tonight?

Taylor Gibson: Just go out there and win I guess.

[Cindy chuckles softly before nodding her head and starting to get up.]

Cindy Collins: Alright. It's not much of a plan but I actually like it. No overthinking things, just going out there and doing our thing.

[Cindy slings her tag team championship belt over her shoulder as Taylor stands up as well.]

Taylor Gibson: Mhm! We're the best team in the world. We're not the underdogs tonight, they are! They're the ones walking into hostile territory.

[Cindy smiles, clasping her hand with Taylor's I'm a sign of unity.]

Cindy Collins: Let's kick their asses.

[The tag team Champions grin and leave the locker room, before the scene fades out.]

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tag team title match

Thotline Miami [c]

v.

Coven of the Wind

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[We cut to Amy Roland.]

Amy Roland: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the ATLANTIC CITY ENTERTAINMENT… TAG… TEAM… CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

[CROWD POP!]

Amy Roland: Introducing first, the challengers! ROSE MANKILLER! MORGANA SUMMERS! TOGETHER… THEY ARE…

THE COOOOOOVEN OF THEEEEE WIIIIIIIINDDDDD!

["Sisters of the Moon" would begin to play, as we see Rose Mankiller making her way on the gorilla position first after some smoke would emerge from the entrance ramp.  She would pantomime drawing an arrow from a quiver, as she draws her bow, before firing down the ramp, as a big poof of blue smoke would emerge from the center of the ramp, as Morgana Summers manifested in its place.  The duo make their way to the ring and get ready to compete.]

Amy Roland: And their opponents…

[MAJOR POP FOR THOTLINE MIAMI!]

Amy Roland: Making their way to the ring from Miami Florida! Weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty two pounds…

[The poppy beat of "Call Me" by Blondie begins to play through the speakers, eliciting cheers from the crowd. The cheers become louder as Taylor Gibson and Cindy Collins, two halves coming together as the high-flying and electric tag team Thotline Miami walk out onto the stage. They stand side by side, with Taylor extending her arms forward, her hands forming finger guns as she clicks her thumbs down imitating the pull of triggers. Taylor turns her head to grin at her partner, who responds with a softer smile of her own. The ladies have their shiny tag team titles around their waist.]

Amy Roland: …they are the REIGNING ATLANTIC CITY TAAAAAG TEAAAAAAM CHAAAAMPIONS… TAYLOR GIBSON! CINDY COLLINS!

THOOOOTTTTLIIIIIIIINEEEEE! MIAAAAAAMIIIIIIII!

[The two make their way down to the ring together. Taylor slides in immediately, as Cindy makes her way around to the side, climbing up to sit on the apron. Taylor gets up and stands on the ropes behind Cindy, posing for the crowd. Taylor removes her jacket and runs to a far turnbuckle, climbing to the top and posing again with her arms out and her back arched. Cindy enters the ring and poses in the center, her arms held out at her sides and staring toward the hard cam with a smirk. Taylor soon joins her as their theme fades out and the two whisper match strategy to each other.]

*DINGDINGDING!*

Nick Rowe: What an opening contest here tonight! The tag team titles are on the line tonight! Erik Grant the official in this match, as Thotline Miami defends their belts for the first time since they won them at When Worlds Collide!

Shane Propone: Should be a good contest. I mean, all of these women want me, so their taste is impeccable! Great minds!

Nick Rowe: …

[Cindy and Morgana begin things in the ring. Morgana rushes up and grabs Cindy as soon as the bell rings. Morgana with a hip toss on Cindy who lands on her feet steadily. Cindy goes for a spinning heel kick and Morgana ducks!]

Shane Propone: Nice! She’s sharp!

Nick Rowe: Morgana is indeed a very talented athlete!

[Morgana leans against the ropes and comes forward with a stiff elbow drop on Cindy! Morgana follows up by bringing Cindy up and down with a side suplex! Morgana then tags in her partner!]

Nick Rowe: There’s the tag to Morgana’s partner!

Shane Propone: GOTH GIRLS!

Nick Rowe: Stop it!

Shane Propone: WHAT?

Nick Rowe: Rose comes in strong! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON CINDY BY ROSE MANKILLER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO! CINDY COLLINS ABLE TO KICK OUT!

Shane Propone: I’D HOPE SO!

Nick Rowe: Stop screaming!

Shane Propone: NO! I LOVE TO SCREAM.

Nick Rowe: SHUT UP! Jesus!

[After Cindy kicks out, Rose brings her up, signaling for a DDT. Cindy hits her knees, avoiding the move! Rose is taken off guard as Cindy rises up and almost takes Rose’s head off with a high kick!]

“THUMP!”

Nick Rowe: Dang! What a kick!

[Cindy is quick to her feet, bringing Rose up with her. Cindy goes for a standing neckbreaker, landing the move perfectly! Cindy hooks Rose’s leg.]

Nick Rowe: Is this it?!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

[Cindy wastes not one moment before bringing Rose up to her feet. Rose attempts to take control by attempting a clothesline, but Cindy ducks. Cindy springboards off the second rope with an elbow to Rose’s jaw! Rose goes tumbling and Cindy makes the tag to her partner, Taylor!]

Nick Rowe: Tag in to Taylor Gibson!

Shane Propone: This should be good!

[POP!]

Nick Rowe: I wish I had Taylor’s energy!

Shane Propone:  I wish I had Taylor on my lap!

[Taylor comes in full of energy. Taylor grabs Rose by the hair and takes her over with a snapmare. Taylor follows up with an arm bar, slowly rising to her feet with Rose in tow. Taylor grips tighter, now taking Rose’s arm around and almost jerking it out of its socket! Taylor brings Rose in for a clothesline and the crowd pops!]

Nick Rowe: Taylor slides in for a pinfall on Rose!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

Shane Propone: Rose is in it to win it, yo!

[The crowd begins to rustle…]

Nick Rowe: What in the world?!!

[CROWD BOOS!]

Nick Rowe: IT’S THE HOUSE! AND VIOLA MANCINI!

[The House and Viola Mancini invade the ring! Viola pummels Morganna as The House lays into both members of Thotline Miami! Viola then turns her attention to Rose Mankiller! Viola delivers a nasty slap on Rose and clotheslines her to the outside! The official rings the bell and tries to get things under control!]

Shane Propone: Italian party! Wooo!

Nick Rowe: What in the world!

*DINGDINGDING!*

*DINGDINGDING!*

*DINGDINGDING!*

Nick Rowe: Coven of the Wind thrown to the outside! Viola is ordering The House to take out Cindy and Taylor!

Shane Propone: Man oh man…

Nick Rowe: And… the party is being broken up!

Shane Propone: Here comes all the ZEBRAS!

Nick Rowe: More chaos here on Aces High! Let’s get this situation under control! We will be right back!

[The feed switches to a POV shot, from inside a small ACE production truck as it rolls up a dirt path. It comes to a stop and the crew climb out. The footage is a little shaky, as the small, four person crew make their way up a small path. The camera focuses for a moment on a small church, a little run down looking but very much functional. A half dozen shabbily dressed folk stand outside the church, their eyes fixated on the small film crew, their gaze following them even as they walk passed the church and around the bend.]

[The crew continue to walk an ever-narrowing path. Broken pieces of wood, metal and swarf scatter the road, making it hostile to foot traffic and tyres alike. It doesn’t take them long to reach a settlement, a compound of sorts, like a miniature town on the outskirts of an already small town.]

Lavinia Armitage: GUESTS!

[The camera swivels to focus on none other than Lavinia Armitage, standing in a long, white dress, dirty, yet clean in comparison to her surroundings. Her whole face exudes an unnatural brightness, lit up with jubilance and whimsy.]

Lavinia Armitage: I am SO glad you could be here. It’s a great day.

[She exhales, a close-mouthed, joyous smile on her face.]

Lavinia Armitage: Our little, lost sheep has been found. Yea, Isz is the shepherd who guides all strays back home. Janessa Sweet has been found, safe and sound. Come.

[She motions with her hand for the crew to follow her. She walks between the small buildings, towards a shack tucked out of the way.]

Lavinia Armitage: Poor girl has been through a lot. We’re lucky the family found her when they did. But it just goes to show what can happen when a community works together.

[As the crew would head inside, looking around to observe the ornate designs of the church's logo on signs.  There was a hushed murmur amongst the crew, as well as other villagers when they approach the shack.  They open it up to reveal Janessa wearing a very modest, conservative, almost colonial looking dress.  She was almost in a trance-like state, as Janessa was reading an unmarked book with people entering her home.]

Janessa Sweet: Visitors?  Unannounced?

[She would ask quizzically, as Janessa would look them over.]

Lavinia Armitage: They're from Atlantic City Entertainment, Janessa. So everyone knows you're safe.

[Lavinia turns to face the crew, with a look of slight concern.]

Lavinia Armitage: She really has been through a lot. She barely remembered her own name when they found her. But she's being looked after here. In fact she's pretty much right as rain now.

Janessa Sweet: Yes, thank you so much for taking me in, Miss Armitage.  I have no idea where I would be if it weren't for your followers.

[She said with a smile, grateful for her new home amongst the village.]

Janessa Sweet:  They took me in at my lowest point, and helped get me back on my feet.

Lavinia Armitage: We're taking her to Atlantic City next show. I'm a bit worried myself, after what happened to her the last time she was in that cesspool they call a town. But, we'll be there to keep a close eye on her this time. To make sure she's safe.  

Janessa Sweet:  Yes, and thank you.  I do remember missing wrestling, though, I don't recall what brought me to Atlantic City in the first place.  But, under your guidance and protection, Miss Armitage, I'll follow you.

[She said with an innocent look in her eyes, as Janessa would hold her hands together with a beaming smile. Lavinia turns her head to the camera and smiles warmly.]

Lavinia Armitage: See you soon, Atlantic City.

[The camera slowly fades to black.]

Nick Rowe: What in the…

Shane Propone: See! Janessa is fine! Looks like she is in great shape!

Nick Rowe: She looks really safe.

Shane Propone: SHE IS!

Nick Rowe: That was sarcasm, Shane. Janessa is NOT safe… and I really hope someone does something about it soon…

Shane Propone: She will be fine, stop worrying.

Nick Rowe: I actually care, Shane! So shut up! Anyway, let’s go to the ring.

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Vivian Venture

v.

Erica Smith

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[We cut to the ring where Amy Roland stands with an obviously drunken Erica Smith.]

Amy Roland: This match is scheduled for one fall! In the ring… the party girl… ERICAAAA SMIIIIIITH! And her opponent!

["Time Out of Mind" by Steely Dan plays, as we see The Captain walking to the front ramp and flanked by her muscular, shirtless, and oiled up Cabana Boys, along with Darla Cain as well, who is sporting a classy business outfit.  She would take a sip of champagne from a glass, before handing it to her Cabana Boy, as she makes her way down the ramp.]

Amy Roland: From Stone Harbor, New Jersey… accompanied to the ring by her associate, Darla Cain… she is…

VIVIAN!

VENTUUUUREEEEE!

[Vivian would walk up the corner steps, and wipes her feet upon the apron, before she entered the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle closest to the hard camera with a King of the World pose, basking in the crowd's adoration of her, before hopping down to get ready for the match.]

Shane Propone: Erica Smith needs rehab!

Nick Rowe: We all need rehab from something, Shane.

Shane Propone: What does that mean?

Nick Rowe: I need rehab from you, Shane.

Shane Propone: NOT FUNNY.

Nick Rowe: It isn’t meant to be!

*DINGDINGDING!*

Shane Propone: This should be fun.

Nick Rowe: Erica looking fast tonight as she pounces on Vivian! What in the world! I didn’t know Erica was athletic…

Shane Propone: Obviously she is…

Nick Rowe: Shut it.

[Erica pounces on Vivian like a cat on a mouse! Erica grabs Vivian by the hair and tosses her into the turnbuckle! Vivian is quickly taken off guard as her head bounces off the turnbuckle! Erica attempts to grab Vivian in place for a running bulldog, but Vivian shoves Erica away in time!]

Nick Rowe: Vivian is able to turn the tables!

Shane Propone: Of course she is! I mean

[Vivian pounces on the possibly inebriated Erica Smith, wailing away on her! Erica is all screams, trying her best to get back into the game!]

Nick Rowe: Erica Smith trying to push herself forward in this match!

[Vivian scoops Erica up for a quick side suplex. Vivian then rises to her feet, bringing Erica up with her. Erica struggles away from Vivian, or at least tries to. Vivian simply smiles, telling Erica that party time is over. Vivian sets up Erica…]

Nick Rowe: DDT!

“THUD!”

Nick Rowe: I think that is all she wrote!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! VIVIAN WITH A WIN!

Amy Roland: Your winner… VIVVVVIIIIAAAAN VEEEEENTUUUUUUUURE!

[After her match, Vivian would snap her fingers, as she heads to the ropes.  Her Cabana Boy would present her with a flute of champagne, as there's a pop from the crowd, before getting a mic in her hand to speak to the crowd.]

Vivian Venture:  Now that!

[She said, before taking a sip of her champagne, and letting out a refreshed sound of pleasure.]

Vivian Venture:  Is how it's done!  I've had too many things in my way as of late.  Urchins interfering with my progress in this company… it's only a matter of time before I hold gold in this company, and give Atlantic City Entertainment the class and dignity it deserves as a champion.  And no one is going to stop me!

[She said with a sneer, before pouring the rest of her drink over the woman she defeated, and begins to head out of the ring to a mixed reaction, though, mostly boos from the crowd.]

Nick Rowe: Nice win for Vivian Venture! She is definitely moving up the ranks here in ACE!

Shane Propone: I sure like where she is going! She should come visit my lap!

[As the two had seen Lavinia's broadcast, we see the Regulators watching on a TV in their saloon with hushed voices.  They both see Janessa indoctrinated, and feel a severe wave of guilt roaming over them both.  She wouldn't have been there if she wasn't there to watch them fight.  They weren't there to protect her, and both can't help but feel at fault for this happening.]

Jane Adler: I can't believe it… she doesn't even seem like the same person.

Sadie Cassidy: Janessa… what did they do to you?

[They both watch, before looking at each other, scared of what they may have to go through to save her.]

Jane Adler: We're doing this though… no turning back.

Sadie Cassidy:  Of course.  We can't leave her like that.  Charlie must be absolutely terrified for her.

Jane Adler: Yeah, I'm sure he's absolutely tore up about it.

[She said sarcastically, not believing his projections about Charlie's feelings for Janessa.  Sadie would place her hand on Jane's shoulder, trying to reassure her things.]

Sadie Cassidy:  Hey, we don't need that negativity.  We know two things, now.  She's alive, and exactly where she will be.  Next show, we'll try and talk some sense in her, make things peaceful…

[She stated, as Jane exhaled slowly.]

Jane Adler:  Alright… we'll try things your way.  Let's hope this goes well.

[She said, while the camera would fade out on them.]

Nick Rowe: Regulators trying their best to help Janessa Sweet…

Shane Propone: She doesn’t need help! Jeez. Janessa is fine! Regulators need to mind their own damn business.

Nick Rowe: I don’t think that at all! I think they’re in the right to be concerned about Janessa in the paws of one Lavinia Armitage! Now, I’m told that Mitzi Von Hausen is in the back with The Collective.

Shane Propone: Ugh, I can’t stand Mitzi.

Nick Rowe: [ignoring Shane] Let’s go live with her standing by!

[We cut to the interview area. The large ACE banner prominently behind the four women. The three competitors: Cassandra Jeong, Jaisol Silva and Leticia Ochoa are all in their ring gear. Mitzi Von Hausen is dressed very professionally, as usual. She is wearing a classic gray suit blazer with matching straight pants. She nods, getting her cue.]

Mitzi Von Hausen: Thanks Nick. I’m here with the Collective, all of whom will be in action tonight. Cassandra Jeong, you’ll take on Lara Leigh Love. Thoughts?

Cassandra Jeong: My thoughts? Finally. That’s what I thought when I heard about the match.  They finally  put someone across from me that knows how to handle herself. There’s going to be no ducking for cover, or running and hiding with Lara Leigh Love. She’s going to try to bring the fight to me, and I welcome that. Actually…I am pretty damn *giddy* about that.

Mitzi Von Hausen: Yes, clearly. A match like this could go a long way for you climbing the ladder here.

Cassandra Jeong: Luckily for you, we’ve been told to be on our best behavior. Keep the sarcasm to yourself. The question does have merit though. So, just like every time I enter the ring, I’m going to inflict pain on Lara Leigh tonight. I’m going to make her wish that she stayed pushing papers in the back. You’re many things Mitzi. One of which happens to be correct. When I win tonight, there will be a lot more opportunities coming my way.

Mitzi Von Hausen: Jaisol and Leticia, you two have a scheduled match with the Jersey Girls. They, like you two, are a veteran team.

Jaisol Silva: Like *us*?

[Jaisol points to herself and her cousin Leticia, laughing as she does. Leticia even manages to crack a slight smirk.]

Jaisol Silva: Nah. Don’t compare us to them. They ain’t us. Those girls have talked and talked—and talked—for a long time. In the end, it’s always the same. They get into the match and choke. They’re nothing like us. We? We are winners. Match like tonight? Win. Big match, like at When Worlds Collide? We win.

Mitzi Von Hausen: So, you’re already looking past your opponents tonight? Is that what you’re telling me?

Jaisol Silva: It’s what I’m telling you, the fans at home, the girls here in the back and most of all? It’s what I’m telling the Jersey Girls. In all honesty Mitzi, since you want all the scoops. Tonight, we’re going to make a statement.

Mitzi Von Hausen: What kind of statement, exactly?

Jaisol Silva: The kind of statement that when the stuck in the 80’s tag champs run down their list of opponents, they never forget us again. Enjoy those straps ladies, ‘cause you’re just the flavor of the month. Doesn’t matter who has the gold, ‘cause starting tonight? We are about to stack wins like Pringles.

Leticia Ochoa: Vamos.

Jaisol Silva: Catch ‘ya later, Mitzi.

[The trio walks off camera, Leticia glaring at Mitzi as she walks away.]

Mitzi Von Hausen: Well…back to you Nick!

[We cut back to ringside with Nick Rowe and Shane Propone.]

Nick Rowe: The Collective looks to continue their violent dominance tonight and it seems like they’re very confident.

Shane Propone: Why wouldn’t they be? The Jersey Girls are probably barricaded in their dressing room. Lara Leigh Love? This isn’t 2012. Cassandra is going to send her to a real retirement. I can’t wait!

Nick Rowe: I’m not so sure about that. Let’s go to The Misfits!

[The shot opens at a brunch table in the Atlantic City hotel where ACE holds its shoes.  Laela Peel is enjoying a continental breakfast of mimosa, croissant and fruit.  Well, she clearly seems to be enjoying several mimosas.  As she raises the flute to her lips she never gets to taste the special breakfast as a hand flashes through the screen, slapping the glass out of her hands. Laela Peel surges to her feet until she realizes she is nose-to-nose with the Misfits leader, Dalbello Rage.  The veteran is flanked by Iphegenia Edwards and Karin Chen.]

Dalbello Rage: What the Hell do you think you're doing?

Laela Peel: I was enjoying breakfast ....

Dalbello Rage: (pushing into Peel's face) Listen her, this isn't any run of the mill match.  This is the Influence ... those bitches cost us the ACE tag team titles.

Laela Peel: I know, boss.  I'm-

Dabello Rage: You’re nothing.  We're sending them a message tonight.  No half asking.  They understand.  Why don't  you?

Laela Peel: I do bo-

Dabello Rage: I don't think you do.  If you did you'd be getting ready to break,these bitches backs.  This isn't a regular match.  This is a statement.  The Influence think they can just come in whenever they want and sit on tip of us in the pecking order.  That ain't happening.  Delia Black and Claudua Frost messed with the wrong team.  We are not giving them an inch.  We are not dropping back.  We are not second to the Influence.  We are the Misfits.  We are it.  Do you understand?

Laela Peel: Yes, boss.  I'm ready.

[Dalbello stares her dead in the eye.]

Dabello Rage: I don't think you are.  We ain't dancing.  We ain't playing.  Tonight we're hurting.  Chen, Edwards ...

KC and IE: Yes, boss?

Dabello Rage: Do you understand the marching orders?

KC and IE: Yes, boss.

Dalbello Rage: I want bones broken.  I'm putting a bounty on their teeth.  

KC and IE: Yes, boss.

Laela Peel: What about me?

Dabello Rage: What about you?

Laela Peel:  What do you want me to do?

Dabello Rage: When your head is right come see me.  Misfits, we're out!

[With a dismissive wave Dalbello storms out of the dining room with Edwards and Chen in tow.  Peel stares down at the ruins of her breakfast.  She sighs.]

Laela Peel: At least it wasn't a good vintage.  Oy, boss, wait!

[She reaches in her pocket and throws money on the table before she sprints after teammates. We cut to ringside.]

Nick Rowe: The Misfits in the main event tonight against The Influence… where no love is lost! What a main event it will be to see!

Shane Propone: I am really torn on who to pitch my tent for..

Nick Rowe: You’re a perv. I get your “pinch your tent” reference, Shane.

Shane Propone:Finally… you are picking up. [pausing, Shane is back in perv mode] Mmm… yeah. You’re right. I gotta look at some hot pics to warm up…

Nick Rowe: Please get a life. Anyway. Our next match will see Dinero de Sangre in action, taking on the Jersey Girls!

Shane Propone: I feel bad for Candace Camden and Marion Margate. Being fellow New Jersians and all, but Jaisol Silva and Leticia Ochoa are out of their league.

Nick Rowe: Maybe, but who knows what can happen on a night like tonight!

Shane Prooone: Some people might like that kind of optimism, but I think you’re just a shill.

Nick Rowe: Some day I’m gonna…let’s go to Amy Roland who is standing by in the ring!

***        ***        ***

Dinero de Sangre

v.

The Jersey Girls

***        ***        ***

[Cut to Amy Roland.]

Amy Roland: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: the team of Candace Camden and Marion Margate, they are…

THE

JERSEY

GIRLS!

*HOMETOWN POP!*

[The camera cuts to Candice and Marion already in the ring. The two women try to hide their smiles at the crowd’s acknowledgement, but clearly fail.]

Nick Rowe: Crowd showing some appreciation for Candice Camden and Marion Margate. Longtime members of the ACE roster.

Shane Propone: Yeah, and that’s their problem. They’ve been around a long time, but they always make mistakes when you can’t afford to make one.

Nick Rowe: Wow, that’s actually a very good scouting report. I didn’t expect that from you. Nice job, Shane.

Shane Propone: What were you saying? I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to get that brunette’s attention. See her? Over there on the right!

[The opening distorted guitar notes from “Trouble Seeker” by Cypress Hill plays throughout the arena as the crowd stands and looks towards the entrance ramp. A large amount of fog has created a cloud by the curtain. Suddenly, through the fog steps Jaisol Silva. The crowd boos her relentlessly as she stands at the top of the ramp. After a few beats, her partner Leticia Ochoa steps through the curtains and stands next to her cousin, as the crowd continues to shower the pair with boos.]

# I'm on a rampage, rippin' up the damn stage

# Wartime fate dealer, some say renegade

# Part-time psycho, sippin' on lemonade

# Don't want trouble but I'll give it to you anyway

# Yes, I'm insane, put you in pain

[The song continues on as Jaisol and Leticia briskly walk to the ring, looking like they mean business. As they gets close to the ring, Jaisol leaps up (in a box jump motion) and lands on the apron. She then holds the ropes and slingshots herself into the ring, as she looks around with a smirk on her face. Leticia steps up the stairs slowly, and proceeds to enter the ring through the second rope. She stands behind her smaller cousin, arms crossed as pyro goes off behind them]

# Go hard, go hard, live hard, die hard

# Cap one, fake one, slap one

# Break one, jack one, save one, gat one

# Rise up, rise up, take me higher

# Got my hands on the wheel

# And I'm never lookin' back in my rear view mirror

# I’m a trouble seeker, I'm a trouble seeker

Amy Roland: Introducing…from Santilo, Mexico…

Jaisol Silva and Leticia Ochoa…

DINERO DE SANGRE!

[CROWD BOOS HEAVILY!]

*DING!*

Nick Rowe: And here we go! It looks like Jaisol Silva and Candice Camden will start us off.

Shane Propone: I always forget which Jersey Girl is who. I will never forget Dinero de Sangre…

Nick Rowe: I apologize for my partner, ladies and gentlemen. He can’t help himself around beautiful women. Or any women for that matter.

Shane Propone: …I can’t even argue that.

[Jaisol Silva mockingly puts her hand out for Candice Camden who slaps it away. This enrages Jaisol who proceeds to kick Candice in the stomach. Candice doubles over in pain as Jaisol quickly hits the ropes and uses the momentum to land a bulldog.]

Nick Rowe: Jaisol Silva grabbing Candice’s head now and screaming at her!

Shane Propone: I mean, she did get her hand slapped when she was trying to show sportsmanship.

Nick Rowe: We both know Jaisol was going to pull something with that handshake.

Shane Propone: Speak for yourself. I can’t see the future!

[Jaisol connects with a few jabs and then face washes Candice before bringing her back to her feet. Jaisol drags her towards the center of the ring and puts her right back to the mat with a snap suplex. Jaisol now very quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle. Hovering over her opponent, she leaps high into the air…]

Nick Rowe: DIVING DOUBLE STOMP!

*HEEL POP!*

Shane Propone: Candice looks like she can’t decide whether to puke or pass out!

Nick Rowe: Well executed move right there by Jaisol Silva, and Dinero de Sangre in full control of the match.

[Jaisol taunts the crowd to boo louder, and they oblige. She then drags Candice over to her corner and motions for Marion Margate to tag in. Marion seems a little surprised at first, but then reaches over the ropes and tags Candice on the shoulder.]

Shane Propone: You have to love the confidence of Jaisol Silva. Not only letting your opponent make the tag but dragging her over to her corner to do it!

Nick Rowe: I can’t say I recall ever seeing something like that. It’s definitely bold. Let’s see if it comes back to bite her.

Shane Propone: Jaisol can bite me anytime!

[Marion leaps over the top rope and into the ring. She wildly swings at Jaisol who ducks the attempt. Jaisol then follows with her own right hand that connects flush on the side of Marion Margate’s head. Marion staggers back and as Jaisol tries to follow with more offense, Marion rolls forward and springs back to her feet. Jaisol turns around and is met with a standing drop kick.]

*CROWD CHEERS!*

Nick Rowe: Very nice looking standing dropkick sends Jaisol Silva to the mat.

Shane Propone: Marion Margate showing a little something, the crowd is behind them too. Gotta make it count!

[Jaisol gets to a seated position on the canvas as Marion Margate rushes towards her. Marion throws a stiff kick at Jaisol’s chest and connects, as Jaisol falls to her side. Leticia Ochoa attempts to come through the ropes but referee Darrin Livingston stops her from illegally entering. Marion then tries to throw a punch at the big bruiser but misses. Darrin Livingston turns around to back up Marion as Leticia leaves the ring.]

Nick Rowe: Marion Margate needs to worry about the woman in the ring. She can’t lose focus now.

Shane Propone: Too late!

*CROWD BOOS!*

Nick Rowe: Jaisol Silva pulls Marion Margate to the mat by the hair, as Darrin Livingston has his hands full in this one already!

Shane Propone: Now here’s the tag!

[Jaisol from her knees, lunges towards her corner and the outstretched arm of Leticia Ochoa. Leticia’s long reach plays a factor as the tag is made and she steps over the rope and into the ring. Marion Margate tries to scoot back towards her own corner, but she’s caught. Leticia brings Marion to her feet via a choke grab. She then tosses the Jersey Girl into the corner with ease.]

Nick Rowe: Leticia Ochoa tossing Marion Margate with ease!

Shane Propone: Luckily for us, she’s not done…

[Leticia softens up her opponent a bit in the corner, before taking a few steps backwards. She then rushes forward and delivers a big boot to the face of Marion Margate. Marion crumbles to the mat as Leticia drags her out of the corner.]

Nick Rowe: Jaisol Silva calling for the tag but Leticia seems to have other plans!

Shane Propone: She’s got her hands around Marion Margate’s neck…and NOT in a good way!

[Leticia puts her hand on the back of her opponent and begins to lift her off the mat, her hand firmly placed on Marion’s back]

*CROWD POP!*

Nick Rowe: Candice Camden off the top rope with a missile drop kick!

Shane Propone: I didn’t even see her go to the top! That was lightning fast. What a move!

Nick Rowe: Obviously an illegal move as Darrin Livingston is admonishing Candice and sending her back to her corner!

Shane Propone: “Admonishing?” Whatever that means. Sounds like a word of the day calendar.

Nick Rowe: It means this match will continue!

Shane Propone: Just say THAT next time.

[Candice is ushered back to her corner and the two legal competitors are down in the middle of the ring. Candice claps in support of Marion Margate to make the tag. Jaisol stares towards her cousin and partner Leticia Ochoa with her arm outstretched, waiting for the tag. Leticia gets to her hands and knees and slowly crawls towards her corner. Marion begins to stand but is shaky.]

Nick Rowe: Marion…can she? SHE DOES! LUNGING TAG!

Shane Propone: Here comes crazy Candice…

[Candice hits the ring with a purpose. As Leticia is about to get to her feet, Candice hits her from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. The force of the shot sends Leticia towards her corner. As she crashes to the ground, Jaisol swipes her back with her hand. Darrin Livingston makes the “tag” sign as Candice throws a few kicks at Leticia.]

Nick Rowe: I’m not sure that Candice realizes that Jaisol made the tag…

*ANTICIPATION POP!*

Shane Propone: AH! SHE DOES NOW!

[Candice looks up with shock in her eyes as realizes that Jaisol is flying towards her  but it’s much too late to do anything. Jaisol gets a measure of payback as she sends Candice to the mat with a thud.]

*MOVE POP!*

Nick Rowe: SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

Shane Propone: That’s Karma, Rowe! Except this was a legal dropkick.

[Jaisol thinks about the cover for a moment but quickly shifts to more offense. She grabs Candice off the mat and gets her in position, and then plants her back on the mat with a DDT. She then glances over to Leticia, who is back on her feet.]

Nick Rowe: Jaisol about to make a tag…

Shane Propone: HAHA! Not so fast!

*CROWD BOOS!*

Nick Rowe: Jaisol Silva just clotheslined Marion Margate to the floor!

Shane Propone: Marion has fallen and she can’t get up!

[DDS makes the tag and Jaisol quickly goes to perch herself on top. Leticia lifts Candice off the mat with ease and gets her in the electric chair position. The crowd buzzes, awaiting what is coming. Jaisol flies into the air and drop kicks Candice Camden off Leticia’s shoulders and to the mat with a crash.]

*MOVE POP!*

Nick Rowe: JUEGO TERMINADO! Leticia covers…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING*

Amy Roland: Here are your winners…

DINERO DE SANGRE!

*CROWD BOOS!*

Shane Propone: She who dropkicks last, laughs best! Good try from the Jersey Girls, but not good enough.

Nick Rowe: Impressive outing for Dinero de Sangre, who have said that their sights are on the ACE Tag Team Championship.

Shane Propone: It’s a long way to the top, but I wouldn’t bet against them.

***                ***                ***

HIGH STAKES!

We are heading back to our old roots, for one night only…

LIVE! FROM THE BOARDWALK HALL!

COMING MAY 2023

***                ***                ***

[We cut back to the show where the owner SSB has joined us in the ring. SSB is wearing a black business suit, obviously designer. She has on black Louboutin heels.]

SSB: Mina Biggs. I know you're in the building. I smelled your cheap perfume earlier. I saw you holding KMC's ugly baby.

[SSB almost laughs.]

Shane Propone: HEY! WHAT!

SSB: Bring your ass out here. NOW.

[And right on cue the music hits.  All the jangly alt-rock guitars. And the Gold. The Guns. The Girls. As Metric fills the arena speakers and the crowd erupts.]

Nick Rowe: Ask and ye shall receive, Shane.

Shane Propone: Then I'd like to make an exchange.

Nick Rowe: But I doubt you'd get it. The Sensuous One sounds like she's in a mood tonight.

[And as the velvet tones on Emily Haynes fill the arena, out of the curtain emerges the summoned Mina Biggs. And it appears she hasn't been in the building long as she's wearing a #13 Nico Hischier New Jersey Devils jersey, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. Nonetheless she looks totally unfazed by the summons as she spreads her arms wide to the crowd as if to welcome them to her world and flashes them her million-watt smile.]

Nick Rowe: You can just feel the love here, Shane. Mina loves being in front of this crowd, and they love her.

Shane Propone: Too bad that love isn't shared by the woman in the ring.

Nick Rowe: And hopefully we're about to find out why,

[As the song rocks out the arena, Mina makes her way down the aisle. Criss crossing between rails to high five fans on both sides of the aisle until she reaches ringside and spots Sam's new muscle in JAQ. The British tough tries to give Mina her best, most intimidating glare. But instead of cowing, Mina shakes her head in disappointed confusion at the need for JAQ's presence and circles around to the ring steps before entering the ring. Apparently clueless as to the latest bee in our founder's bonnet.]

Shane Propone: Any idea what this is about?

Nick Rowe: Not yet. But SSB hardly looks in the mood for games. So I bet we will soon.

[Mina receives a mic and approaches our founder at the center ring.]

Mina Biggs: Hey there, Boss Lady. Always glad to be among all our lovely friends and neighbors.

[She spins and displays the crowd with her widespread arms.]

Crowd: COMBAT BABY!! CLAP!! CLAP!! CLAPCLAPCLAP!! COMBAT BABY!!

[But as the chants fill the airs Ms. Bevins is not amused. Sighing loudly and rolling her eyes to the ceiling.]

Mina Biggs: But I can see you didn't ask me out here for a curtain call. So how can I be of service?

SSB: I hope you can perform in that outfit.

[Samantha shoots Mina a dirty look as the crowd begins to boo her.]

SSB: Because you're in action. Next!

Mina Biggs: Shouldn't be a problem. We've both seen people wrestle in far more ridiculous clothing. What did you have in mind?

SSB: It will be a handicap match against opponents I've already chosen. And guess who will be at ringside doing some lumberjill work in case you get thrown to the outside?

[SSB pause.]

SSB: JAQ!

[CROWD BOOS!]

SSB: That's right, get ready!

[Deep sigh of dismay from Mina.]

Mina Biggs: I. See. So. These are my plans for the night. This? This what we're doing now. You've decided to throw a Screw Mina match and I don't even get the curtesy of being allowed to understand why. Okay. Okay.

[Dogs three blocks away from the arena start barking at the pitch in those "okays"]

Mina Biggs: Sam, sometime soon we gotta get back in that plush, couture office of yours and sort out where all this sudden hostility is coming from. But for now, you have me curious. You want to screw me tonight? I'm game. Let's see how hard you want to do it. Show me who you've got.

SSB: Very well then. Amy, if you will join us, please.

[Amy Roland climbs in the ring and receives a couple index cards from our founder.]

SSB: Have fun, Mina.

[SSB slinks out of the ring and Mina steps back slightly to let Amy have center ring.]

***        ***        ***

unsanctioned handicap match

Mina Biggs

v.

???

***        ***        ***

Amy Roland: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a special command handicap match scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring to my right and wrestling alone. From right here in Atlantic City, I give you your Combat Baby, MINA!! BIGGS!!

Nick Rowe: I don't like this setup, Partner.

Shane Propone: Come on, dude. This is great. I didn't know you could get Secret Santa gifts so far after Christmas. Maybe Sam's decided to be my Valentine this year. This will certainly make me hers if she wants.

Nick Rowe: I don't know about that, Shane. But it does seem she's lost a great deal of love for Mina all of a sudden and I wish I knew why.

Shane Propone: Who cares?  Sammy's seen the light.

Nick Rowe: She's seen something that's for sure.

Amy Roland: And her two opponents. . .

[Cue the opening horn section of Demi Lovato's "Confident.”]

Amy Roland: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 270 lbs!! Melanie Matthews! Bianca DeLuca! THE KASH!! MATTHEWS!! DYNASTY!!

[As the music turns more industrially dancy and Demi's voice starts filling the arena, the two elitist heiresses emerge from the curtain. Melanie Matthews on the left tossing her luxurious, long blonde hair, as she shows off her custom wrestling ensemble. A sports bra top, short wrestling tights and matching boots all in deep sapphire blue while Bianca on the right has opted for a lower budget but still chic version of Melanie's look featuring a ruby red top, diamond white shorts and emerald green wrestling boots to honor her Italian heritage. Not that the crowd is at all impressed. Showering the tandem heiresses in boos.]

Shane Propone: And look at these women. Both looking smoking hot our there, Nick. Heck, Bianca's smoke is billowing higher than I've ever seen it before.

Nick Rowe: Well, you wouldn't be the Italian Bad Boy if you didn't like the bad girls, partner. But you seem to be alone in your appreciation. Our crowd letting Melanie and Bianca hear it.

Shane Propone: What do they know? They buy their pasta sauce in stores.

[As the power anthem swells through the speakers, Melanie and Bianca made their way down the aisle hanging as close to each other as possible to avoid being touched by the unwashed masses in the crowd. That is until they reach the foot of the ring. At which point they separate and each round a different corner of the ring.]

Nick Rowe: Looks like Melanie and Bianca going for the ole divide and conquer.

Shane Propone: Of course, they are. They're hot. Not stupid.

*DINGDINGDING!*

Nick Rowe: Well... here we are...

Shane Propone: YEAH! ODDS STACKED AGAINST MINA!

[And as the music fades out post-bell, the dual heiresses dive in the ring and Mina goes straight for the one in front of her, who is Bianca DeLuca. Mina hits a short clothesline on Bianca! Mina goes down with a stomp to Bianca's sternum before picking her up and twisting her into a standing neckbreaker! The crowd behind their Jersey Hero as she pounces on Bianca and hooks her leg.]

Nick Rowe:

ONE!

TWO!

THR... NO!

[Melanie Matthews using this time to run across the ring and break up the pinfall! The official, Joel Edwards, orders Melanie out... but we do not see that happening anytime soon as both ladies start putting boots to our hometown girl!]

Nick Rowe: Man, I do feel bad for Joel Edwards in this one. Having three combustible elements to control all at once as they try to stifle a lone opponent.

Shane Propone: I wouldn't worry about JAQ. She's only there in case of emergency.

Nick Rowe: Yeah. Emergency. Because God forbid Mina fall to the floor unattended.

Shane Propone: Exactly. Safety first after all.

[We get a quick shot of JAQ glaring at the action in the ring. Where Bianca makes a meal out of allowing Joel Edwards to force her out of the ring. Which gives Melanie time to stomp a few mudholes in Mina before sending her to the outside! Mina lands hard and she lands... right at the feet of JAQ!]

Nick Rowe: Well, isn't this convenient?!

Shane Propone: And look JAQ being a good neighbor helping Wombat Baby back to her feet.

Nick Rowe: Oh, come on!! Some good neighbor. JAQ helping Mina to her feet so she can whip the woman into the ring post. Which Mina crashes into hard!

Shane Propone: What's wrong with that? JAQ must have heard that Mina hadn't had her iron today.

Nick Rowe: And what food group does thread fall under? As JAQ picks Mina up, pulls the hockey jersey over her head and throws her back in the ring.

Shane Propone: You got me, Nickles. Just as it looks like Melanie Matthews may have Mina.

Nick Rowe: Young Melanie snap maring Mina more centrally and booting our combat baby right in the spine.

Shane Propone: Dude, this may be the best two on one I was never part of.

Nick Rowe: Mina reaching for the waist band of that jersey to try and pull it down. As Melanie backs up into the corner and comes sprinting out with a basement dropkick lower down the spine of Biggs.

Shane Propone: And making sure that ugly rodent face stays covered as Mel jerks her backward and rams Mina's head into the mat.

Nick Rowe: Matthews quick to hook the leg and try for the pin

ONE!

TWO!

[NO!]

Nick Rowe: And a kickout at two and a half as trying to pull the hockey jersey back down helps Mina break up the pin.

Shane Propone: What's going on here? A veteran like Bianca DeLuca should know to teach her rookie partner to have her feet on the ropes there.

Nick Rowe: Joel Edwards and the ACE Rules Committee would disagree with you there, partner

Shane Propone: Let ‘em. If you aren't cheating in there, you aren't trying.

Nick Rowe: And how many matches have you won in your career?

[Getting the jersey back in place, Mina tries to deck Melanie with a right cross. But the punch never lands as Melanie ducks under, spins Mina around and whips her hard into the Kash-Matthews corner where Bianca wraps a forearm under Mina's throat and starts choking her.]

Nick Rowe: Mina slamming hard into the turnbuckles. And come on, Joel! You gotta get that turncoat off her!

Shane Propone: Don't know how much he can do, Rowe. Bianca DeLuca is on the apron. Right where she's supposed to be.

Nick Rowe: But she's not doing what she's supposed to be.

Shane Propone: Debatable. And it's not like she has the hold on long.

Nick Rowe: As Melanie Matthews comes dashing into the corner and smashes Mina with a hard handspring elbow

Shane Propone: And Melanie not done showing off those sexy legs. Stepping back just enough to flash that amazing muscle tone as she puts a boot right in Mina's throat

Nick Rowe: Now that is something Joel can do something about. As he pulls the wayward foot off Mina's throat and forces Melanie to put it back on the ground.

Shane Propone: And Melanie doesn't look happy at all.

Nick Rowe: Clearly not. The rookie threatening to backhand one of our senior officials before thinking better of it and tagging out to Bianca DeLuca.

Shane Propone: And what's up here?

Nick Rowe: DeLuca stopping Melanie Matthews from leaving the ring and directing her to be a human screen trapping Mina in the corner as the veteran enters the ring.

Shane Propone: Not often you see two hot rich chicks work as a team like this.

Nick Rowe: But they are doing it well. Bianca back in what would be Mina's corner in a normal tag match. Melanie whipping Mina out of the corner. Bianca rushing forward and darn near taking Mina's head off with the sling blade!

Shane Propone: YES!! HOW SWEET IS THAT?!! THE KMD TURNING A WOMBAT FAVORITE AROUND ON HER THERE!!

Nick Rowe: The Kash Matthews Dynasty sure feeling themselves there.

Shane Propone: Wish I could get a piece of that action. I'd love to feel both these hotties.

Nick Rowe: Shame they're too busy for that right now, Shane.

Shane Propone: It's okay. I'll wait.

Nick Rowe: Melanie and Bianca far too busy picking Mina up off the mat and giving her a forward Russian roll through before double dropkicking her in the spine. The KMD sure has targeted that back tonight.

Shane Propone: Melanie off the ropes and oh come on!! That big buttinsky Edwards stopping her.

Nick Rowe: Well, Pard, the KMD can only have one woman in at a time and Melanie did tag out. Time for her to comply.

Shane Propone: Says who?

Nick Rowe: The official ACE rulebook for one. And OW!! Bianca channeling shades of the great Marty Rocker there with the Rocker Dropper!

Shane Propone: Come on, Joel! Melanie can wait.Bianca has the Wombat Baby pinned.

Nick Rowe: One. Two. Three. But Joel too busy escorting Melanie Matthews out!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Shane Propone: Seven. Come on already!

Nick Rowe: Edwards finally down to count.

ONE!

TWO!

[NO!]

Nick Rowe: And Mina finally kicks out.

Shane Propone: But she had to have been down for a count of nine or ten at that point. The KMD had won!

Nick Rowe: Sure looks that way. But the only count we have is the official one and we know why that was delayed.

Shane Propone: Yeah. Incompetence.

Nick Rowe: That's the case DeLuca's trying to make anyway but Joel Edwards is having none of it.

[Unfortunately for Bianca DeLuca, there's a third person to think about. A third person who spins her around and hits her with a jawbreaker before drop stepping in behind her and putting the Italian Heiress to the mat with a double leg trip.]

Nick Rowe: Hmm, looks like Bianca forgot about somebody.

Shane Propone: And that's a very bad idea when this rodent is involved.

Nick Rowe: So maybe you were right but not in the way you thought.

Shane Propone: Sure hope not.

Nick Rowe: Mina now picking DeLuca off the mat and whipping her into a neutral corner. Running in after her and hitting a swinging double stomp into her chest.

Shane Propone: Dammit

Nick Rowe: Looks like that delayed pin let Mina catch her breath.

Shane Propone: Please let her drop it again.

Nick Rowe: Monkey flip out of the corner suggests that is unlikely. DeLuca back on her feet and looking to make a tag but. . . crucifix! Mina with the crucifix backslide for her first pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

[HEEL POP!]

Nick Rowe: But just barely a two as Bianca kicks out.

Shane Propone: Come on, Bianca. You've got this!

Nick Rowe: Bianca trying to follow suit as she buries a stiff knee in Mina's midsection. Looks like she's setting up for the piledriver. Only to get backdropped out of her bright green boots.

Shane Propone: I swear. No wonder Angel Kash was able to wedge the DeLucas out of their wine empire if this how quickly that damn family thinks.

Nick Rowe: Mina whipping Bianca into the ropes and knocking her clear over them with the dropkick. Bianca DeLuca landing in a heap right at the feet of JAQ.

Shane Propone: Great job, Bianca. Another match you've just thrown away.

Nick Rowe: Referee Joel Edwards laying the count in on the fallen Bianca DeLuca. One. Two. And meanwhile Mina with a spinning elbow that knocks Melanie Matthews off the ring apron.

Shane Propone: All of a sudden this gang can't shoot straight.

Nick Rowe: Joel up to the count of four and. . . SOMEBODY CALL AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL!! MINA WITH THE TOPE SUICIDA THROUGH THE ROPES AND INTO BOTH BIANCA AND JAQ!!

Shane Propone: But it looks like the sudden stupidity in that ring is contagious, Nickles. As Mina's dive takes down Bianca but not JAQ!

Nick Rowe: And I'd sure love to know how that British hooligan started upright. JAQ making Mina pay for her failure though. Clubbing the Combat Baby with forearms And OW!! Powerbombing her spine first on the very edge of the ring apron!

Shane Propone: YES! NOW THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!! CRY, COMBAT BABY! CRY!

Nick Rowe: Joel Edwards with a fresh count started and again up to four as Bianca DeLuca slides into the ring.

Shane Propone: Come on big girl! Do more! Do more!

Nick Rowe: And more you get. As JAQ throws Mina down the aisle with a fallaway slam.

Shane Propone: Now we're talking!

Nick Rowe: Joel up to six. Seven. As Mina runs back to the ring. But JAQ won't let pass.

Shane Propone: That's it, JAQ-ie Baby! Stay in front of her!

Nick Rowe: EIGHT!!

NINE!!

Shane Propone: YES! MASSIVE SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE FROM THE BRITISH CHICK!

Nick Rowe: TEN!! And there's Joel calling for the bell.

DING!!

Amy Roland: AND YOUR WINNERS VIA COUNTOUT! MELANIE MATTHEWS!! BIANCA DELUCA!! THE KASH! MATTHEWS! DYN! ASTY!

Nick Rowe: Great. Just Great.

Shane Propone: Isn't it though? You said yourself earlier. Boss Lady was in a mood tonight. And when The Sensuous One is in a mood, people pay the price.

Nick Rowe: But for what? I bet Mina still doesn't know.

Shane Propone: Who really cares? And besides, ole Wombat Baby may not have paid all of it yet.

Nick Rowe: JAQ throwing Mina back in the ring where she is swarmed by DeLuca and Matthews!

Shane Propone: The KMD putting heavy patent boot leather to that stupid bitch while JAQ rummages under the ring.

Nick Rowe: Terrific! She's got a chair!

[And as JAQ climbs in the ring, Melanie and Bianca peel Mina off the mat. Each holding her by arm behind her back.]

Shane Propone: JAQ SWINGING THAT CHAIR RIGHT IN MINA'S GUT!

A SECOND TIME! AND A THIRD! YES!

Nick Rowe: And it looks like she's not done. Tossing the chair aside and bounding off the ropes. This cannot be good.

Shane Propone: Sure it can.

Nick Rowe: AND JAQ LEVELLING MINA WITH A RUNNING UPPER CUT TO THE FACE!!

[As Melanie and Biance release the pinned arms and finally let Mina crumple to the ground while the British brawler towers over her victim and screams down at her.]

JAQ: AIN!! NO MAN!! LIKE J!! A!! Q!!

Shane Propone: But thank God there's the one! I like this chick more and more every month.

Nick Rowe: You would. She just mugged your archnemesis within an inch of her life! And we still don't know why!

Shane Propone: I don't know, Nickles. We may not know SSB's beef. But I guarantee we know JAQ's. Two words. Leilani. Rogers.

Nick Rowe: The more homework I do on this woman, Shane, you may be right. JAQ sure didn't take kindly to having her victim saved last month. That's for sure.

Shane Propone: And at the rate JAQ is going, I sure wouldn't want to be the next one.

Nick Rowe: Me either, Partner. Me either. Let’s go backstage.

[The scene opens backstage to Lara Leigh Love, standing in front of an “ACE” backdrop. Lithe and leggy, she’s clad in a fitted, black leather jacket, open to reveal a distressed tank top, and slim fit jeans, completing the look with black, leather thigh-boots with a dangerous heel. Her blonde hair is short and shaved on one side, a shock of locks nearly obscuring her right eye.]

LLL: I just couldn’t help myself.

[Her brown eyes blaze, arms folded across her chest.]

LLL: You gotta remember. Even before I was a wrestler, I was running the streets, kicking asses and beating bitches down. Fighting’s in my blood. It’s really what I know and do best. So, while it was nice wearing cute suits and getting a fat check, that sitting in the back life, listening to hoes complain week after week after week?

[She rolls her eyes.]

LLL: Just wasn’t for me.

[She shakes her head.]

LLL: No offense to the people that like that sorta thing. But I gotta be able to slap the taste out of a bitch’s mouth when she gets out of line. So, while Lara Leigh Love the GM was fun, Lara Leigh Love the bitch killer, well, she’s a whole other experience.

[She grins wide, not quite a joyful motion.]

LLL: And now that she’s back, I couldn’t think of any woman better to step up against than the current top one here. Yeah, I said it. Not my cousin. Not Kaylee. But Zari. Just look at her track record. The girl has dominated ACE and been one of the most impressive women on the roster. No one’s star has risen faster so I couldn’t resist the chance to face her and take her down. She’s bad but I’m definitely the baddest.

Which brings me to my opponent tonight, Cassandra Jeong. Cassie girl, don’t think I’m overlooking you. I got my eyes on Zari but I ain’t forget you either. I know what you can do too. You’re good. Hell, you just got a big win over Vivian Venture so I’m definitely impressed. But, if you think you’re going to get the same against me, you bumped your head. See, I’m not one of these fake ass, rich bitch broads or filter using Insta-thots that seem to always stumble their way into ACE. I’m a fighter. A _real_ one.

Ask Iris Galiver. Me and that sick bitch done carved one another up all over the world. So, whatever you bring, you better believe I’ll be ready for it. You just need to be ready for me. As for those cronies of yours, those chicks are hopefully smarter than to stick their noses in what goes down tonight between me and you. Because they can certainly get some too!

[With that, we begin to fade.]

[Until the sound of applause off screen stops us. LLL turns to see her infamous cousin, Tawny Blake, approach with a bright smile. Immediately a sneer forms across LLL’s lips.]

LLL: You have got to be kidding me. What in the Hell are you even doing out here!?!

[Tawny is clad in a floral print, pleated midi dress and heels, her blonde hair down her back. Draped over her arms is her Queen of Hearts championship. As she steps forward, she throws up a hand in “peace”.]

Tawny Blake: Now, now. I didn’t come here to fight. I actually came here to congratulate you.

[LLL eyes her skeptically.]

Tawny Blake: I will admit. When you first returned to ACE, I wasn’t exactly…happy or particularly welcoming. I thought that you were here to upset all that I have accomplished. Imagine my surprise to find that I wasn’t your target at all. This whole thing…kissing up to the fans…becoming General Manager…it was never about me. It was about playing your own long game.

LLL: What are you talking about?

Tawny Blake: There’s no need to play coy. You used your position to literally jump the line and earn an instant opportunity against Zari. The kind of opportunity that other women around here have worked years for and might never see, you got

[Tawny pauses and snaps her fingers.]

Tawny Blake: Just like that. All while wrestling just one match your entire time here. Honestly, it was brilliant.

LLL: Hold up. That’s not what this is.

Tawny Blake: [sighs] Oh, Lara Leigh. It’s okay to do what you need to get what you want. That’s a strength, not a weakness. What you managed to do, well, it was probably one of the most ingenious moves you’ve made. You literally became a number one contender without breaking a sweat. [pauses] Perhaps that’s where Keisha Love has gotten this strange idea of hers.

[Tawny shrugs.]

Tawny Blake: No matter. Her little scheme will be nowhere near as successful as yours.

[LLL shakes her head, waving a hand in the air.]

LLL: Just stop! I’m not trying to take anything from anyone.  

Tawny Blake: But you have. I’m sure there are plenty of disgruntled women in this locker room that would agree.

[LLL opens her mouth to respond but pauses, seemingly thinking over that last comment.]

Tawny Blake: [laughs] But they don’t matter. You did what you needed to do. Just embrace it and enjoy. [a slight pause] You know, we have fought so many years but maybe we’re more alike than either of us thought. [smiles] Good luck tonight. Maybe we can get together soon.

[Before LLL can respond, Tawny surprises her with a warm embrace before walking off, leaving a bewildered and pensive LLL in her wake. Finally, we fade.]

***        ***        ***

Lara Leigh Love

v.

Cassandra Jeong

***        ***        ***

[We cut to Amy Roland.]

Amy Roland: This contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first!

[Suddenly, “She Bad" by Cardi B and YG begins to play and the crowd cheers. All eyes turn to the entrance ramp where Lara Leigh Love storms from the back, scowl on her face and arm raised! Lara Leigh wears a ripped, cropped tank top and khaki boy-cut shorts. She also wears a pair of dark brown, knee-length boots, her fists taped and blonde hair cropped. She descends the ramp and walks to ringside.]

Amy Roland: From Baltimore, Maryland… she is…

LARA!

LEIGH!

LOVE!

[FACE POP!]

[As she walks along, Lara Leigh absently slaps a hand here and there, her gaze still focused on the ring. Lara Leigh stalks up the ring stairs and carefully enters the ring, between the second and third rope. The brown-eyed vixen's gaze then turns towards the entrance ramp, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.]

Nick Rowe: The legend herself, LLL!

Shane Propone: She needs to go on somewhere. Go back to your retirement home!

Nick Rowe: I wish she could hear you. She would pop you in the face!

[As the opening verse from “Half God, Half Devil” by In This Moment blasts throughout the arena PA system, the curtain flies open and Cassandra Jeong appears. She’s wearing her usual orange jacket with two roaring tiger heads across the top.]

# I waged war in a fiery blaze #

# I found peace in a purple haze #

# My angels and my demons they don't know their place #

# Ready or not, they’re gonna come out and play #

[Making her way down the ramp and towards the ring, she completely ignores the fans at ringside. Cassandra deliberately makes her way to the ring stairs climbing them before entering the ring through the middle rope. She removes her jacket and hands it to the ref as she stares over at Lara Leigh Love.]

# I can be your heavenly or I can be your hell #

# I can say a prayer for you, or I can cast a spell #

# I push you to the darkness just to pull you to the light#

# 'Cause I can take away your breath #

# Or I can bring you back to life #

# Half God Half Devil, Half God Half Devil #

Amy Roland: HER OPPONENT, FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS—

CASSANDRA...

JEONG!

[CROWD BOOS HEAVILY!]

Amy Roland: And your guest commentator for this match… she is the reigning Diamond Division Champion… she is….

ZARI!

JONES!

THE THIRD!

[MEGA MIXED POP!]

[The crowd cheers as Wordsmith’s “We Do It Better” plays over the PA system and the Diamond Division champion, Zari Jones III, steps through the entranceway.  The muscular champ is dressed in a denim kerchief top and black liquid look tights under a black, magenta and teal track jacket.  She bops down to ringside, slapping hands with the fans. The Diamond Division Champion makes her way to the booth and sits with Nick and Shane. Zari wears a headset and is unfortunate enough to have to sit between Shane and Nick. The DD belt is displayed on the front of the commentary booth, folded neatly in all its glory. Shane keeps staring at Zari in awe.]

Nick Rowe: Thank you for joining us, Zari!

Zari Jones, III: I’m honoured to be here.  It’s nice to get to show off my talents on the mic as well as in the ring, you know what I’m saying?

Shane Propone: I am truly honored to sit beside you.

Nick Rowe: Truly sorry you have to sit between us. Sorry you have to sit anywhere near Shane…

Zari Jones, III: Oh don’t worry, I know Shane Propone may like what he see but he know better than to try anything, right, Shane?

Shane Propone: I am appalled!

Nick Rowe: You’re an idiot.

Shane Propone: W. T. F.

Nick Rowe: I think you’re worse than a plague.

*DINGDINGDING!*

[Cassandra and Lara Leigh Love survey each other for a moment or two. A very vicious Cassandra stares down the veteran, LLL. LLL knows better than to reach forward to offer a handshake. It would be a waste of time.]

Nick Rowe: Two very accomplished athletes facing off with one another here tonight!

Zari Jones, III:  So, I see.  These are some real bangers, right?  Some of the best that ACE has to offer, yours truly excluded.

Nick Rowe: ACE has some fantastic talent!

Shane Propone: Rowe, pay attention to the match and do your damn job!

Nick Rowe:  … hey now!

[Upon the sound of the bell the ladies lock up. Cassandra breaks the hold, forcing LLL into a side headlock. LLL is able to loosen the lock and break it. LLL flings Cassandra into the ropes, but Cassandra catches herself, turning around to deck Lara Leigh Love!]

Shane Propone: DANG!

[CROWD POP!]

Nick Rowe: Down goes LLL!

Shane Propone: I hope she stays down! She needs to stay in retirement!

Zari Jones, III:  Damn, I didn’t know Cassandra was that strong.  I gotta make a note of that.

[LLL flops to the canvas, giving Cassandra plenty of time to stomp a few mudholds in LLL. Cassandra tries to quickly wear down the legend, knowing it is only a matter of time before LLL is able to recover.]

Nick Rowe: Cassandra knows not to waste time. She has to be aware of what Lara Leigh Love is capable of!

Zari Jones, III: Yeah, one thing I learned in this business quickly is you gotta press an advantage until it’s gone.  You gotta be downright vicious with your opponent or you’re staring up at the lights for three seconds.  And vicious women don’t stare up at the lights.

Shane Propone: I LOVE VICIOUS WOMEN! I ALSO LOVE YOU, ZARI.

Nick Rowe: I really wonder why I continue putting myself through this…

Zari Jones, III:  Mortgage, I bet.

Shane Propone: I agree! You should retire!

Nick Rowe: You’re older than me, Shane! You retire! And you still live with your mom!

Shane Propone: DO NOT BRING MOMMA PROPONE INTO THIS!

Nick Rowe: Already have!

Zari Jones, III:  Boys, boys, please, you know mama jokes always lead to somebody getting’ slapped.  Keep it cute or put it on mute, ya heard?

Nick Rowe: Cassandra with a vicious DDT on LLL!

“THUD!”

Shane Propone: VICIOUS.

Nick Rowe: Cassandra hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO! LARA LEIGH LOVE WITH A KICKOUT!

Zari Jones, III:  Oh okay, now see, Lara Leigh Love got some staying power cause that would have finished off most women.

Shane Propone: I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with Cassandra Jeong! Damn, she sure is mean looking!

Nick Rowe: She will tear up your world, Shane.

Shane Propone: That sounds kinky…

Zari Jones, III:  You do really gots a one track mind, huh?

Shane Propone: YES! All day, every day. Finally *SOMEONE* gets me!

Nick Rowe: Well, Zari, what are your thoughts on LLL challenging you for your belt?

Zari Jones, III:  I want everybody to challenge me for my belt.  The Diamond Division title as far as I’m concerned is the real championship in ACE.  I don’t defend it every 30 days.  I defend it all day every day.  I bust my ass 25/8/366 to be the best and to be the best champion there is and you can’t be the best champion without stepping up to the best challengers.  And that’s what I do.  So if Lara Leigh Love wants the chance to see why nobody does it better than me who am I to say no.

[LLL takes a moment to call Zari out. LLL shouts at her and then motions to her waist, symbolizing the belt she will soon have around it. LLL nods as the fans cheer. Zari Jones stands to her feet and tells LLL to come on. LLL smirks.]

Nick Rowe: OH NO! ROLL-UP BY CASSANDRA!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

Shane Propone: LLL should really pay attention!

Nick Rowe: I guess even the greatest get distracted sometimes!

Zari Jones, III:  No they don’t.  I never take my eye off the prize.  Lara Leigh best not let some misguided arrogance scuttle her title hopes.  Focus on Cassandra, Triple L, I be right here.  I ain’t going nowhere.

Nick Rowe: True, Zari. You are correct. I think LLL may need to get her head back in the game, and quick…

[Cassandra brings up LLL and attempts to wrap LLL’s right arm into a cross armbreaker but LLL meets her elbow to Cassandra’s jaw! LLL backs Cassandra into the turnbuckle and connects with a series of knife edge chops! Cassandra takes every last knife edge chop as forcefully as LLL can give it! The crowd “WHOOOOO!” in unison as LLL slaps Cassandra one last time!]

“WHOOOOOOO!”

[LLL goes for an Irish whip on Cassandra, but Cassandra quickly reverses it - sending LLL to the other corner!]

Nick Rowe: Lara Leigh Love hitting the turnbuckle corner - but no - she LLL is able to catch her stance!

Shane Propone: LLL saves herself by perching on the second rope!

Zari Jones, III: She sure is tricky…

Nick Rowe: Cassandra making her way to that side of the ring!

Shane Propone: INCOMING!

[LLL attempts a moonsault, but she is soon caught in the throws of one Cassandra Jeong.]

Nick Rowe: Oh no…

[Jeong holds LLL upside down - watching her dangle - about to land a vicious piledriver and try to end things here tonight! LLL wiggles forcefully enough to avert such a dangerous position for long! LLL scrambles to her feet and tries to connect with a spinning heel kick, but Cassandra catches LLL’s leg! Cassandra spins LLL into place and lands an EXPLODER SUPLEX on LLL!]

Nick Rowe: WHAT A MOVE!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… LARA LEIGH LOVE KICKS OUT!

Shane Propone: Close call! Damn!

Zari Jones, III: Cassandra is an excellent opponent. She is keeping Lara Leigh Love from a victory, much like I will soon.

Nick Rowe: No doubt, Zari! And both these women are wanting this victory - heck, I can’t blame them one bit!

Shane Propone: Cassandra is ready to put a nail on Lara Leigh Love’s casket, Rowe! She’s about ready to!

[Cassandra stares down at LLL, waiting for the legend to stir. Cassandra hoists LLL up, ready to set her up for the end…]

Nick Rowe: I do believe that Cassandra is ready to put this to bed. Cassandra is a very talented athlete and of course, nothing taken away from Lara Leigh Love here tonight!

[The crowd is rustling as Cassandra brings up LLL, no doubt looking to set her up for her finisher. As Cassandra looks to hook LLL, the former Diamond Division Champion is able to gain some distance, pushing Cassandra away from her! Cassandra keeps her feet planted, showing she was ready for something like this to happen. Before Cassandra can come at LLL, LLL comes hauling at Cassandra with a clothesline and they both topple over the top rope!]

Nick Rowe: What the… Cassandra and LLL both to the outside!

Shane Propone: I think that Cassandra got the harder hit on that one!

[LLL is able to gather herself some, hitting her right knee slowly, then able to come to her feet. The Atlantic City crowd is riled up as LLL wastes no time before she picks Cassandra up by her hair and tosses her on the commentary booth! The crowd is on their feet as LLL eagerly steps up onto the booth with the limp body of Cassandra Jeong!]

Nick Rowe: C’mon now!

Shane Propone: WHOA. Live action! Up close! This is almost better than my nightly porn!

Nick Rowe: …

Zari Jones, III: I see that the competition is coming to us tonight…

Nick Rowe: I believe Lara Leigh Love wants you to see this up close and personal, Zari…

[The crowd is going wild as LLL looks to set up Cassandra for a “Bad Deal” DDT! Cassandra tries her best to counter, but LLL holds her in strongly. As LLL is close to locking Cassandra in…]

“SIX!”

Nick Rowe: Cassandra pushes LLL off the booth!

Shane Propone: So much for that damn strategy!

[The official continues his count on the ladies as Zari Jones, III simply takes in the competition in front of her. Cassandra leaps off the booth and drags LLL up with her, pushing her up the ramp, strike after strike!]

“SEVEN!”

Nick Rowe: Cassandra with stiff kicks to the head of Lara Leigh Love!

Shane Propone: It’s almost like she is kicking her up the damn ramp!

“EIGHT!”

Nick Rowe: This is beyond chaotic.

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

*DINGDINGDING!*

Nick Rowe: This match looks to have been thrown out, but Cassandra Jeong and Lara Leigh Love don’t seem to care!

Shane Propone: Yeah, they don’t give one single fu—

[Shane’s microphone cuts out as Cassandra and Lara Leigh trade stiff punches on the ramp. Cassandra then lands a knee lift to the stomach. The blow staggers Lara Leigh backwards and Cassandra tries to capitalize but LLL lands a kick to the thigh of her rushing opponent. The kick causes Cassandra’s leg to buckle and Lara Leigh Love lands a few hard punches]

*BELL RINGS MULTIPLE TIMES*

Nick Rowe: These two are fighting up the ramp and it doesn’t look like either plan to stop!

Shane Propone: They don’t care about the match. You think they care that some bell is telling them it’s over? These two are badasses, they don’t give a damn about anything but winning this fight. I’m loving this!

[The two continue to fight through the curtain and into the backstage area. A few ACE officials with familiar faces come in to try to break it up, but each woman just shoves them aside to continue to fight. Lara Leigh grabs Cassandra and tosses her into some garbage cans!]

Nick Rowe: CASSANDRA INTO THE GARBAGE CANS!

Shane Propone: Lara Leigh Love is probably a good bowler, because she knocked all those barrels down!

Nick Rowe: Yes, unfortunately for Cassandra Jeong, she was used as the bowling ball.

Shane Propone: Get your own material!

[The metal cans fall like bowling pins after the impact, and scatter in different directions. Cassandra stumbles a few times but gets to her feet just as Lara Leigh Love approaches and the two trade more offense. More ACE officials come to try stop them, but get shoved away once again.]

Nick Rowe: I guess these two just don’t like each other, they’re kicking the holy hell out of each other!

Shane Propone: This is what happens when you get two  apex predators together. There will be blood!

[Cassandra gains the upper-hand and throws Lara Leigh into a wall as they head down a hallway. LLL crashes into it and the force sends her stumbling back towards Cassandra who is waiting with open arms, literally.]

Nick Rowe: POWERSLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

Shane Propone: Holy shit! Lara Leigh is going to have to go straight to the retirement home, and not collect $200!

Nick Rowe: Despicable comment.

Shane Propone: Thanks!

Zari Jones, III: I do think I have seen it all tonight.

[Cassandra turns her attention to a chair that’s in the hallway. Cassandra grabs it and folds it, approaching Lara Leigh Love who is still feeling the effects of the powerslam to the floor.]

Nick Rowe: What is Cassandra thinking…Lara Leigh Love  is a sitting duck!

Shane Propone: That’s the tastiest kind of duck, Nickels!

Nick Rowe: Cassandra raises the chair she’s going to—

Shane Propone: WHAT THE?!

[As Cassandra pulled the chair back to strike Lara Leigh Love, a hand stopped all momentum. The camera cuts as Cassandra turns around to see Roxy Lawrence. Cassandra does a double take, not believing her eyes. As she’s about to spring into action, a storm of random ACE officials in suits and all the referees swarm the two, separating them.]

Nick Rowe: Roxy Lawrence saved Lara Leigh Love! Cassandra is irate, Roxy just staring right back at her. Roxy isn’t backing down one bit!

Shane Propone: Roxy needs to mind her own business. She’s been watching Justina America too long, trying to help these idiots.

Nick Rowe: What a scene, these two can’t wait to get a piece of each other!

Shane Propone: You know what? I can’t wait to see it.

[Backstage the chaos continues as even these two women cannot overcome the mass of bodies that separate them. The ACE crew eventually get them each down opposite ends of the hallway and out of the picture completely. We cut back to ringside, the crowd going crazy for the events that have just unfolded. Zari Jones, III has left the booth, her belt in tow, not convinced one bit that LLL is a threat to her reign as the DD Champion.]

Nick Rowe: Let’s take a break! We need one after that! Wow!

Shane Propone: I am so turned on.

Nick Rowe: SHUT. UP! …

[Let’s go to the back locker room area where the Influence is plotting something!  How do we know that?  Because they’re the Influence and they’re always plotting something, duh.  Anyway, Delia and Claudia seem to be having a bit of a heated debate about something, could be really important. Whatever it is, Delia has been left scratching her head as Claudia stands there waiting for the argument to continue.]

Delia Black: But, how can that be true?  There’s no way that’s possible, it just doesn’t make sense at all.

Claudia Frost: How many times am I going to have to explain this to you, it’s one hundred possible.  That’s the magic of television.

[It’s at that exact moment that the man with all the answers in the world, Christopher J. Wrigley steps on into the locker room.  He seems a little disappointed that neither Delia or Claudia are naked at this moment, but with a quick snap of his fingers he gets right down to business.  He senses the tension in the room.]

Chris Wrigley: We cool?  I mean, you didn’t let me in on the whole turning on DeeDee thing at When Worlds Collide and you didn’t invite me to come out with y’all and Tawny Blake at the last show.  Hell, I had to spend the whole show near catering and there’s only so much food I can watch Tracy Sin eat.  We cool still, right?

[Delia and Claudia are way too involved with whatever they’re going through to even notice that Wrigley is talking at the both of them.  The lack of response is concerning to Wrigley, because he always wants the attention on him.]

Chris Wrigley: We’re still a team, right?  I’m still y’alls Legal Daddy?

[Still, no response.  Wrigley shrugs his shoulders and looks to head out.]

Delia Black: Legal Daddy, you need to solve a little dispute that me and Claudia are having.

Chris Wrigley: Shoot.

[Wrigley rubs his hands together and gets right back to it.]

Delia Black: Claudia here thinks that there’s going to be a new season of ‘Chrisley Knows Best’ airing soon on television and I say that there’s no way that’s possible because the Todd-father got sent to jail for not paying his taxes.

Claudia Frost: And as I already explained to Delia, that show isn’t live each week it’s taped ahead of time.  Thus, the new season is going to air on television, but next season is going to be from behind bars live ‘60 Days in’.

[Wrigley’s eyes are wider than the sun in complete shock, he has no response whatsoever at this point.  The two of them both stare at Wrigley waiting for him to say something, anything.]

Chris Wrigley: Uh… you’re both right?

[Claudia and Delia celebrate their victory with a group sandwich hug with Wrigley!]

Chris Wrigley: Neither of you are worried about the whole main event tonight against the Misfits?  You know the team that you’ve screwed over a couple of times out of the tag team title belts, and are extremely pissed off at you.  

[Both Delia and Claudia shake their heads no.]

Chris Wrigley: I mean they’re extremely pissed off, like pissed off beyond all my four ex-wives combined are pissed off at me currently.  The worst part is that they out-number you, that means you can’t use the number game tactic this time around.  

Delia Black: Eh, we’ll wing it.

Claudia Frost: Totally wing it.

[This obviously bothers Wrigley.]

Claudia Frost: Besides, we’ve got you and if there’s one person in the entire world I trust with in getting us out of this jam with the Misfits.  It’s you.  So, why don’t you wander off and go do your lawyer stuff with the boss for us.

Delia Black: Yeah, tell her we're injured or something.  

[With that the two of them slap Wrigley on the shoulders as he adjusts his tie and we fade to black, then to ringside.]

Nick Rowe: What a main event we will have here tonight!

[“Diva” by Beyonce begins to play as the crowd erupts.]

Nick Rowe: Here comes the woman that has Tawny Blake running scared!

Shane Propone: You popping those pills again, Nickles? The Queen isn’t worried about this chick.

[Keisha Love steps from behind the curtains to applause. The curvy beauty is clad in a white tank top and pink, sequined booty shorts, completing the look with heels. Her brown hair is parted in the middle and falls down to the small of her back in waves. She smiles out at the crowd and gives them a quick shimmy and shake before making way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans.]

Nick Rowe: Keisha no doubt has some words about the events of the last show.

Shane Propone: She better start with an apology to my man, Omar.

[Keisha makes her way up the ringside stairs and enters the ring, calling for a microphone as the noise dies. Keisha waves out at the crowd as she addresses them.]

Keisha Love: What’s good, Atlantic City?

[Crowd pops again.]

Keisha Love: [smiles] I’m glad y’all are in a good mood because I sure as Hell am in one too! As you all saw, your girl was definitely handling her business last show. Shout out to Iris Galiver and Justina America for having my back. And to the Misfits for having the good taste to hate The Influence as much as we all do.

Shane Propone: She’s gonna pay for that!

Keisha Love: I said it last show but I think I proved it once again, when I had Delia’s ass all but beat. I am the rightful number one contender to the Queen of Hearts championship!

[The crowd cheers.]

Nick Rowe: Keisha staking her claim here.

Keisha Love: And I deserve my shot at Tawny Bl…

Voice: Just wait one second, skank!

[The crowd jeers and all eyes turn to the entrance ramp, where Omar stands, a scowl on his features and a microphone in his hand. He’s dressed in impeccable Armani. But what we notice most is the neck brace he’s wearing as well. Standing next to him, arm draped lazily over his shoulder is the Queen of Hearts herself, Tawny Blake. Tawny is clad in a floral print, pleated midi dress and heels, her blonde hair down her back and a microphone in her hand as well.]

Keisha Love: Skank? [scowls] Do you see your mama out here, Omar?

[Crowd pop!]

Omar: Real cute. I guess I should expect more disrespect from you after what you did to me at the last show!

[Omar glares down at Keisha in the ring, gingerly touching his neckbrace with a grimace.]

Omar: I am a manager, a freakin' business man. Hell, a man that once gave you a shot in this business, if you recall. And you had the nerve to put your filthy, ungrateful hands on me and try to break my neck!?!?

[Keisha rolls her eyes as the fans cheer. Tawny shakes her head, eying Keisha in contempt.]

Omar: You’re lucky Tawny is too much of a lady to get down in the gutter with a ratchet like you. Or she would come down there and beat you into submission for what you did!

Shane Propone: That’s right! Tell her, Omar!

Keisha Love: Oh, stop bitching, Omar. It could have been worse. You just got a small taste of what happens when you screw with me. [smirks] Bet your dumb ass will think twice next time. As I was saying, I am the nu…

Tawny Blake: You’re actually nothing.

[The crowd jeers.]

Tawny Blake: In fact, you’re less than nothing. What have you done to deserve a chance at my title, huh? A lucky win against Kaylee Turner? DDTing a manager? Dropping it like it’s hot in this deadbeat hotel for any lonely gambler with a dollar?

[The crowd boos.]

Shane Propone: Ooooh, snap!

Tawny Blake: No, Keisha. You haven’t earned the right to be anywhere near me or my championship. So, why don’t you run along and take your delusions of grandeur with you. We are quite frankly over you.

[Keisha’s eyes narrow in contempt.]

Keisha Love: Baby girl, you ain’t fooling anybody with this “above it all” act. It’s obvious that I have your ass running scared.  But you can only run but so far because I’m right on your heels. I want it. And these fans want it.

[The crowd pops again.]

Voice: Ladies…and gentleman, are we really doing this again?

[Once again, SSB pops up on the big screen to another heel pop. She smirks, knowing the fans may hate her but she’s still got their money. All eyes turn to look up at the boss.]

SSB: Keisha, you don’t just make yourself number one contender. I don’t care how many times you proclaim it. That’s something that is earned. I thought you would be smart enough to know that.

[The crowd jeers as Keisha glares at SSB, Tawny flashing the challenger a brief haughty smirk.]

SSB: But it’s obvious that these people are itching for you to prove yourself. So, I’ll give you the opportunity to actually earn the title that you’re so boldly proclaiming.

[And just like that, the crowd are now cheering as Keisha’s interest perks and Tawny and Omar exchange incredulous looks.]

SSB: But you’ll do so by running the ACE gauntlet on Aces High 16! For your sake, let’s hope you’re really as ready as you claim.

[This time the pop is mixed as SSB’s image fades. A determined Keisha stands in the ring, nodding that she’s “ready”, as Tawny stalks off, followed by a grimacing Omar.]

Nick Rowe: There you have it, fans! Keisha Love has her chance to earn a shot at Tawny Blake’s Queen of Hearts Championship by running the gauntlet, whatever that means.

Shane Propone: Bah! She doesn’t stand a chance. She’s gonna be the next one in a neck brace.

Nick Rowe: We will see about that! SSB has put some others against a multiplicity of opponents lately… as we saw with Mina Biggs earlier! So… I suppose we will see. Let’s take a quick break before our main event!

***        ***        ***

main event

The Misfits

v.

The Influence

***        ***        ***

[Cue music.]

# Lights.

# Camera

# Silence on the set,  tape rolling #

# Three, two, one, action! #

[“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena.  And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from  the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp.]

Amy Roland: Introducing first … weighing in at-

[Roland is abruptly cut off as the Misfits charge out from backstage and collide with the Influence from behind.  Chen clips the leg of Delia Black as Iphegenia Edwards smashes a double axe handle across Frost’s back, sending the woman to her knees.]

Shane Propone: HOLY SH-

Nick Rowe: WATCH OUT!

[The announcers just get out of the way as Delia Black goes sailing over their heads to crash onto the floor.  With Dalbello Rage gesticulating wildly, Iphegenia Edwards steps around our hapless announcers to grab Delia by the hair and haul her to her feet.  She drags her back toward the ring and tosses her viciously into the ring apron.  Black cringes as Chen tosses Frost under the ropes into the ring.  A few referees and hotel security pour out of the back to try to get things under control.]

“DING!” “DING!” “DING!”

Nick Rowe: And thank God this match got in the ring.  The Misfits with the Pearl Harbor job before the bell rang.  And they will are just punishing the Influence, Shane.

Shane Propone: I mean, I’m not mad at all these chicks crashing into me, but damn, can I get a little warning?  I wasn’t ready to make the most of the opportunity.

Nick Rowe: Ugh … anyway, in the ring it’s Karin Chen versus Delia Black and Iphegenia Edwards and Claudia Frost on the outside.  This match started off hot … the Misfits want payback for the Influence possibly costing them the tag-team gold!

Shane Propone: Possibly costing them?  They did cost them!  But oh well, so what!  The Influence is back and they want their spot back as the best tag-team around.

Nick Rowe: The Misfits disagree with that position.  Dalbello Rage irate … she put a bounty on the Influence’s teeth?

Shane Propone: How much?  I might want a piece of that action!  Speaking of piece of that action, Dalbello is looking good outside that ring.  I thought she was going to do a job for me twelve years ago.  She still could … if you know what I mean.  I don’t mind cougars!

Nick Rowe: Let’s focus on the in ring action, please.  Christopher Wrigley is hopping mad and yelling at Erik Grant to control the action.

Shane Propone: I gotta say … Grant may be exactly the wrong kind of referee for this match.  Or maybe he’s the right one.  But he’s certainly not going to lay down the law.

[In the ring, Chen pounds Delia Black with forearms.  Black tries to swing back but Chen snares her arm and throws her to the canvas with an armdrag.  Both women scramble back to their feet and Chen throws Black down again with an armdrag.  Black scrambles back to her feet and Chen flips her to the canvas with a Japanese armdrag before she twists Black to the canvas with a hammerlock.  Chen drives the point of her knee into Black’s shoulder before she starts kneeing  her in the head, trying to knock some teeth loose.]

Shane Propone: WHY IS SHE ALL IN HER GRILL?  This is terrible!  Stop it!

Nick Rowe: Delia Black fighting her way to her hands and knees.  Black with a waistlock.  She drives Chen towards the Influence’s corner and Claudia Frost’s outstretched hand.

“TAG!”

[Frost rushes in on Chen only to get caught with a side headlock.  Chen transitions from the side headlock to a hammerlock and then legsweep.  Frost hits the mat hard face first.  Her free hand flies to her mouth as she counts her teeth.]

Nick Rowe: Karin Chen doggedly staying on that arm.  Now knees to the shoulder blade as she maintains that hammerlock!  That could separate your shoulder blade, Shane.

Shane Propone: Why would she want to do that?  Come on!  Give Frost a break!

[Chen yanks Frost to her feet and twists Frost’s left arm into an armbar as she reaches out to tag in Iphegenia Edwards.]

Nick Rowe: And in comes Edwards with the powerful double axehandle to that injured arm of Claudia Frost’s!  And now a vicious back elbow to the mouth.

Shane Propone: Did a tooth just fly out?

Nick Rowe: I don’t know.  Iphegenia Edwards with an Irish whip … reversed!

[Frost slams on the brakes and reverses the momentum of the whip, driving her knee into Edwards’ midsection.  She drags Edwards towards her corner for the tag, but as she stretches out her arm Frost’s eyes bulge in surprise as she is suddenly hoisted off the ground to crash on the back of her neck against the mat.]

Nick Rowe: Back suplex by Edwards and Frost is shaken up.  Now Edwards tagging Chen back in.  Chen dragging Frost to the far corner.  Irish whip coming …

[… right into a shoulderblock by Iphegenia Edwards.  Down goes Frost with a guttural yell as Chen tags Edwards back in.]

Shane Propone: Elbow drop to the head by Edwards.  The Misfits still obsessed with knocking out the Influence’s teeth!

[Edwards pulls Frost to her feet.  She stares Frost in the face and rams her head-to-head with a headbutt.  Frost clutches her mouth as she staggers towards her corner.]

“TAG”

Shane Propone: Quick tag by the Misfits.

[Here comes Karin Chen who grabs Frost by the arm and tosses her with a hip toss to the mat but Frost goes with it and reverses into a bearhug.  She quickly shifts her grip and drives Chen to the mat with a body slam.]

“TAG!”

Nick Rowe: Now Delia Black comes into the ring.  Swift kick to a rising Chen.  Another kick to the thigh.  And now one to the arm.

Shane Propone: Those kicks sting!  And now Black is aiming for the head!

Nick Rowe: CAUGHT BY KARIN CHEN!

[Chen drags an off balance Black towards her corner where she stretches her hand back for a tag to Iphegenia Edwards.  Edwards steps into the ring and charges, raising her boot high to kick Black right in the face.  Black hits the mat with a thud.]

Shane Propone: Another kick to the mouth!  If there aren’t teeth flying now there will be soon!

[Delia Black is on Dream Street as she crawls to her hands and knees.  Edwards charges across for a punt but Black suddenly rolls to the outside.]

“STAY ON HER!”

Nick Rowe: Dalbello Rage yelling at Edwards to take this match to the outside.

[As Edwards climbs out, Black dives back under the bottom rope.]

Shane Propone: And that’s smart!  Both Misfits are bigger and stronger than the Influence and they are really pissed off, too!  The Influence need to avoid them!

[As Edwards slides under the bottom rope Black chops her across the chest with a loud thwack.  The crowd winces in pain.  But Edwards.  She simply stares at her chest and then lifts her head and smiles.]

Shane Propone: That chop had no effect?

THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!!!

Nick Rowe: Iphegenia Edwards is immune to the pain!  Those chops are having no effect at all!

Shane Propone: I can’t believe it!  This woman is an animal!

[Edwards catches Black’s desperation chop and locks her arm.  She winds up Black for the Irish whip surging forward hard.  She whips her towards the Misfits corner!]

“CRASH!”

Nick Rowe: What a hammer throw by Iphegenia Edwards!

Shane Propone: Did the ring just move?

[On the outside Chris Wrigley is beside himself.  He rushes towards the Misfits corner only to be cut off by Dalbello Rage.]

Nick Rowe: And Chris Wrigley thinking the better of that confrontation.  Unbelievably this match has been all Misfits to date.

Shane Propone: The Misfits are determined to hurt the Influence.  The Influence have to avoid the Misfits’ wrath and let them punch themselves out.  Let them make a mistake and capitalize.

“TAG!”

Nick Rowe: And in comes Chen.  She bends Black over with a kick to the midsection and now a hard elbow to the back of the head.  That could knock someone out.

Shane Propone: Chen grabs a standing crossface … is she going for a hammerlock?

[Chen struggles to get the hold on Black who counters by stomping Chen on the instep.  Black takes a step back and fires off a thrust kick to Chen’s jaw that puts her on her back.  Black jumps on top of her for a high lateral press.]

Nick Rowe: Chen bridges out!

Shane Propone: That’s incredible!  What neck strength by the Misfit’s technical genius.

[Chen gets to her feet in time to catch a roundhouse to the midsection and then a flurry of kicks to the head and body.  She fires back with hard forearm strikes, driving the smaller Black to the centre of the ring.]

Nick Rowe: EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!’

[Black’s head snaps back and she spits something into the air.]

Shane Propone: Was that a tooth?

Nick Rowe: I don’t know.

[Black shakes off the cobwebs and pokes Chen in the eye before she rushes out of the ring as Chen gives chase.  They circle around the ring three times before Black rolls back under the ropes.]

“TAG!”

Shane Propone: Chen didn’t see that tag.

[Chen chases Black but Edwards and Rage yell at her to turn around.  As she does Claudia Frost tries to separate her head from her shoulders with a flying clothesline!  Frost steps on Chen’s chest and strikes a pose as Erik Grant drops the mat and counts to two before Chen gets the shoulder up.]

Nick Rowe: Now Claudia Frost is pissed off, Shane.  She wants to hurt Karin Chen.

Shane Propone: I don’t blame her.

[Frost shows off her power with a scoop and a slam and then jumps into the air and lands a seated senton on Chen.  She hooks Chen’s leg for a two count before Chen kicks out with a lot less force than before.]

Nick Rowe: And here comes Iphegenia Edwards!

Shane Propone: and Delia Black cuts her off with a drop kick!

Nick Rowe: All four women are in the ring!

[The four women slug it out as Erik Grant looks on helplessly.  Chris Wrigley yells at the ineffectual referee to get the match under control.  Chen and Frost trade blows.  Edwards and Black trade blows.  Edwards grabs Black and lifts her high into the air and charges her into the buckle.]

Nick Rowe: The Misfits with a two on one advantage against Claudia Frost and look at how proud Dalbello Rage is on the outside.

[The camera catches an elated Rage cheering her women on.]

Shane Propone: Who is the legal woman?

Nick Rowe: I don’t know and neither does Erik Grant.  Now he’s forcing Chen out and he’s forcing out Frost.  That leaves Black and Edwards as your legal women.

Shane Propone: Forced?  He asked so nicely I could hear him say ‘Pretty please.’

[With Black still in the corner, Edwards tags in her partner.  Chen sets up in the corner as Edwards grabs her for an Irish whip.  She throws Chen hard at Black.]

“CRASH!”

Nick Rowe: Wrigley pulled Black out of the way!

Shane Propone: That fastball special went terribly wrong for the Misfits.

[Black stumbles to her corner.  “TAG!”]

Nick Rowe: And now Frost is the fresh woman in!

Shane Propone: Fresh?  She looks like she’s been through twelve rounds with Mike Tyson in a hotel room if you know what I mean.

Nick Rowe: Very timely reference, Shane.

[Frost stomps Chen repeatedly in the back.  She lifts her up by the hair before suddenly yelling for Grant and pointing at Dalbello Rage on the outside.  Grant looks around in confusion as Frost rakes Chen’s eyes and then rabbit punches her in the back of the head.]

Nick Rowe: Chen might be out cold!  COVER!

[Grant’s count hits two and three quarters before Iphegenia Edwards dives in to make the save.]

Shane Propone: And that could have been the match right there!

[Grant tries to force Edwards out of the ring.  The effort leaves his back to the action as Black and Frost double team Frost with a series of kicks and stomps before Frost scoops up her partner and slams her down on top of Chen.]

Shane Propone:  Where is that idiot referee.  The Influence had a three count!

Nick Rowe: You might be right.

[Edwards holds Grant back as he tries to get back to the action.  When he finally does turn around he tries to dive into position for the three count but he can only get to two before Chen kicks out.]

Nick Rowe: And Karin Chen barely kicks out!

[The camera cuts to Dalbello Rage breathing a heavy sigh of relief.]

Shane Propone: The Misfits aren’t out of the woods yet.  The Influence can smell blood.

[Claudia Frost rakes her bootlaces across Chen’s eyes before she stomps Chen on the head.  She lifts Chen up and hooks a front facelock.]

Nick Rowe: Suplex coming … YES!

[Chen bounces off the mat as Frost delivers the suplex.  Frost pulls Chen up by the hair and whips her into the ropes before she goes low with a chopblock.]

Shane Propone: CUT HER OFF AT THE KNEES!  Chen is down bad, Nicky.  She’s down real bad!

[Frost tosses Chen into her corner where she delivers three more shoulder blocks before she tags in Black.  Black delivers three hard kicks to Chen’s unprotected head.  She tags out as Frost comes back in with three more shoulder blocks before Black tags back in with three more kicks.]

Shane Propone: The Influence going high and low!

[Black tries to cover Chen but Edwards runs in to threaten the save.  Black hops up to get into a kicking stance.  Edwards grabs Chen and drags her to her corner.]

“TAG!”

Shane Propone: That’s not fair!  Delia Black had Chen in a vulnerable position!  Edwards can’t do that!  Do your job, Grant!

[Edwards wades into Black with punches.  Black falls away from the onslaught.  She suddenly grabs Edwards’ tights and rolls backwards, flinging Edwards forward into Frost’s outstretched boot.]

Nick Rowe: ROLL UP!

[1 … 2 … Black goes flying into the air as Edwards kicks out with authority.  As Edwards gets to a knee Black comes charging with a flying knee.]

Nick Rowe: Ducked!

OHHHHHH!!!!

[Karin Chen drives her knee into Black as she stumbles into the ropes.  Chris Wrigley goes apoplectic as Black collapses to the mat and Edwards tags in Chen.]

Shane Propone: Chen with hard shots to the midsection of Delia Black.  Open up those fists!

Nick Rowe: Chen now with a back elbow.

[Something white flies out of Black’s mouth.]

Nick Rowe: That had to be a tooth.

[Chen scoops up Black and slams her hard on the mat.  Black cringes as Chen scoops her up again for another ring shaking slam.]

Nick Rowe: And here comes Claudia Frost to interfere!

Shane Propone: You mean to help her friend!

[As Frost comes in Grant tries to cut her off.  Chen rushes forward, firing off a big right hand ….

That connects flush with the back of Erik Grant’s head as Claudia Frost pushes him into the path of danger.]

Shane Propone: Down goes Frost!

[The Misfits and Influence freeze as they realise that the referee is down.  On the outside Wrigley dives under the ring as Dalbello Rage yells at her troops.]

Nick Rowe: Where did Wrigley go?

Shane Propone: He’s under the ring!

[Wrigley is indeed under the ring.  As he comes up Dalbello points and shouts at her women to watch out because in his hand he has ….]

Shane Propone: … KENDO STICKS!

[He tosses the sticks to Frost and Black and keeps one for himself.  The Influence grin as the Misfits stare at them warily.  Iphegenia is the first to move, rushing Frost.]

CRACK!

OOOOH!

Shane Propone: DOWN GOES EDWARDS!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Nick Rowe: Frost wearing out Edwards with those Kendo shots!

Shane Propone: And here comes Chen!

CRACK!

[She takes the shot from Black to the midsection!  She drops to one knee and then takes a shot to the back of the head from Frost.]

Nick Rowe: Dalbello Rage is on the apron!

Shane Propone: What is she doing up there!   Here comes Wrigley!

[Wrigley winds up.]

CRACK!

[Wrigley smashes the Kendo stick into Dalbello Rage’s ample posterior.  The kendo stick splinters as Dalbello clutches her injured posterior and looks down at Wrigley in shock.]

OH NO!

[Wrigley stares in shock at the broken kendo stick.  He then looks up at Dalbello Rage who has murder in her eyes and he decides the best thing to do is hightail it outta there.  Dalbello Rage gives chase as the Influence continue their assault on the Misfits!]

Shane Propone: Run Wrigley!  Run!

[Wrigley runs backstage and suddenly we hear a loud CLANG!  Wrigley collapses back on to the ramp as Laela Peel emerges from the back, chair in hand.  Dalbello stops in her tracks, nodding at the English Misfit.  She points to the ring as she starts laying the boots in to the unconscious Wrigley.]

Nick Rowe: Laela Peel rushing the ring and here come the Influence!

[Frost swings wildly and Peel fends off the blow with the chair, spinning through to hit Frost with a roundhouse to the temple.  Black uses the opening to smack Peel with a kendo stick.  Peel drops the chair on the apron as Black takes another swing.  But Black doesn’t see the Misfits in the ring as Iphegenia Edwards presses her partner Chen high into the air and drops her right on top of Black.  Peel crawls over to the downed Frost and tries to strangle her.  Frost kicks wildly as Edwards steps down from the ring and joins in on the stomp party.]

Nick Rowe: Now the numbers game for the Misfits!

Shane Propone: Where is security?  Where is Erik Grant!

Nick Rowe: He’s still down!

Shane Propone: Somebody do something!  This is a riot!

[On cue, security comes out from the back with the rest of the ACE officials as they try to pull the six women apart.]

Nick Rowe: We need more help!

Shane Propone: This is chaos!

Nick Rowe: WE ARE OUT OF TIME!

[The Influence pull free and attack the Misfits!  Security tries to pull them away.  The Misfits break free and assault the Influence as the cameras fade out on the action.]

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