Riding high off their big win last week Betty Ford slide into the arena through the backdoor, mmmmmmm. Anyone who thought Eerie Sunshine or Anna Mosity had any class should check themselves at said backdoor because they haven’t shut up about the victory since.

Stacey Clark doesn’t even need to chase them down for a few words, they instead seek her out in all their drunken spender. Eerie smacks the future Hall of Famer on the tushy as they arrive in the interview area.

Eerie: CHU CHU!!!

Anna: CHU CHU!!!

The tasteless tandem circle Stacey making train noises and blatantly trying to sexually assault her in the process.

Eerie: Hop aboard the “we f*cked Holly and Heather the hard way” express!

Anna: Headed straight to Betty Ford kickass County!

Before Stacey can question them they grab her mic and start doing inappropriate things with it. Thankfully we’re on a timely delay and Eerie’s jerky hand motions should be poorly blurred out for the audience at home.

Eerie: All over their faces!

Anna: Stacey…. Heather got her starfish broken early and left her homegirl to get the trizzy ran on her, shame thought they were like this.

She crosses her index and middle fingers then puts them under Stacey’s nose to smell. Stacey looks as if she’s about to vomit.

Eerie: Smells like last week doesn’t it, smells like Summercide!

Stacey composes herself enough to snatch her mic back and grab a semblance of control.

Stacey: Is that in some kind of way a challenge to Heather Angelo?

Eerie: Damn skippy, I want that bitch one vee one at the hottest show of the summer. I want her to remember this ass kicking every time she thinks about bbq wieners and lawn chairs.

Stacey: You know she already challenged you right?!

Eerie: What?!

Stacey: She already challenged you to a one on one matchup at Summercide earlier this evening.

Anna: That skank.

Eerie: This bitch get her Daddy permission? Don’t answer that, I know she didn’t. She don't know no better, so I don’t accept her challenge!

Stacey: So you’re not going to face her at Summercide?

Eerie: No! I’m not accepting her f*ckin’ challenge. She has no right to challenge me, I CHALLENGE HER! THAT’S HOW THIS F*CKIN” WORKS!!!

Eerie: I say Imma put a foot up a bitch’s ass and she accepts the challenge... it’s that simple. So f*ck her and her challenge, mine is real. She just better hope I don’t see her between now and then or else….

There’s an awkward yet intense pause.

Stacey: Or else what?

Now silently pissed Eerie slaps the mic from Stacey’s hand as it makes a large thud on the ground. Anna gives Stacey a petty shoulder shove on her way off camera. Eerie then lights a Marlboro as the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Wait but Heather challenged first!!!
	Thats not how any of this works, thats not how it works!

Big Ed vs Ryu Matsumodo

The camera pans to the announce team.

	God dam!
	Yeesh

The door leading into the women's locker room opens as the Women’s Champion Sophia enters. She is still banged up from the assault by the two masked attackers, as evidenced by her bandage and fading bruise on her face.

Sophia takes a brief look around and behind her, remaining cautious and aware of her surroundings. She flings her duffel bag to the floor when something familiar catches her eye.

The locker door to Kat’s locker was left slightly open, with a strap hanging just outside of it. Sophia opens the locker door all the way, discovering her belt as it falls out.

Sophia holds the locker door open: The hell???? KAT.

Sophia: That f*cking-

Kat: Uh YEA- HELLO?

Sophia swings around to find Kat standing right behind her still feeling the effects from earlier.

Kat: What are you doin’ in my locker?

Sophia: It was you??! YOU took my belt?? You attacked me and my family??

Sophia slams the locker shut and picks up her belt.

Sophia: I heard what you said on Riot a few weeks ago. You said you'd be in for another run, that you'd be watching. Is this what you call watching??? That sh*t at Black Sunday??-

Kat interrupts, putting her hand up in front of Sophia's face to shush her.

Kat: Woah woah woah now, lil’ Miss Sophia Sazón. Huh. I don't know what you're talking about. And what'd you say about me?? “That f*cking” what?? I dare you to finish that sentence.

Kat presses her index finger into Sophia's shoulder. Sophia eyes narrow and nostrils flare as if they could breathe fuego.

Sophia: My sentence. (Sophia scoffs) Oh yea, where was I?

Sophia: ‘That. F*cking. B*tch’.

Kat: Say what???

Sophia: My belt, was in ‘your’ locker. ‘You’ claimed that you weren't done yet, that you were coming for this again, seniority vs ‘flavor of the month’. Who helped you?? There were two of you!!

Kat: You must be seein’ things lil girl! You got knocked upside the head there 'real' good, you must be outta your damn mind! Who you think you talkin’ to like that?

Sophia briefly leans back before flinging saliva in the face of Kat.

Sophia: I’m talking to my next challenger. No, my next victim! You aren’t going to just attack me and my Father and get -

Kat interrupts Sophia by pushing her against the locker. A brief brawl ensues before several bombshells rush into the dressing room and separate the two.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Breakem up!
	I love it!

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