A huge desk was just set up in the middle of the ring. Ashley Moore takes place on the one side and places a metal suitcase on the middle of it.
Then to a huge surprise of the crowd Valkyrie’s theme hits and she makes her way to the squared circle.
Valkyrie: What is this nonsense? Why did our Hero made me come out here?
Ashley Moore: Before you say how bad I am, look into the suitcase to see it.
Valkyrie: Does it explode when I open it?
Ashley Moore: It is an offer you cannot refuse.
Ashley Moore opens it and throws the sheet at Valkyrie who then reads it.
Valkyrie: There will be a Ladder match between the two roommates Valkyrie and Ashley Moore at the Certified Greatness PPV and whichever holds this contract after the match will get the apartment, while the other will be forced to move out.
Valkyrie: Why would I sign it, though? I already lived there, it's MY apartment.
Ashley Moore: Well, if you don’t sign it I will just buy it and throw you out. Right, I got my money back. Sucks to be poor.
Valkyrie: How can you buy it if I'm not selling it? Urgh.
Valkyrie: You know what? Fine. Let's put the apartment on the line. I can't live with you any longer. One of us has to leave and it has to be you.
Valkyrie: I welcomed you in my house to do Mr. Sensation a favour, but things changed. I don't feel like I own him favours anymore.
Valkyrie: See Moore, you have been a pain in the butt ever since you moved in. You can't follow my apartment rules, you keep harassing my toy unicorns with your nagging… I'm done! I want you out!
Ashley Moore: You only blame me, but living with you is just horrible.
Ashley Moore: You with your shit rules. They are only there to show you have the upper hand.
Ashley Moore: But that will be over from now on. Sign the contract with your goddamn name, then we will be finished, … Sarah!
Valkyrie sings the contract then throws the pen to Ashley.
Valkyrie: And don't you dare call me by my real name!
Ashley Moore: And there is one detail you should know now. It was MY idea to become your roommate. I was in trouble and heard you are nice, but god I was so wrong.
In that moment, the camera pans to the ramp. Empress and Ashley Blaine are see walking down the ramp and they both have a microphone in their hand.
Valkyrie: You brought your friends, Moore?
Ashley just smiles while the two enter the ring.
Empress: Valkyrie-chan you don’t look happy to see us? I’m happy to see you. I was starting to think your were a figment of Ashley’s imagination and she was beating herself up.
Empress: You might be wondering where you fat friend Belle is?
Empress: I’m so sorry..Belle won’t be joining us this evening. She decided to take a nap after her meeting with Blaine and Me. But, we’ll give you the cliff notes in the form of an ass-kicking.
Blaine: I'll make this clear, short, simple. I don't particularly like Moore, I think she's a pretentious bitch that sets women's rights back by years. I don't particularly like Empress, she's a spoiled brat.
Blaine shrugs at Empress.
Blaine: But I hate you, Valk. I hate the fake smile you deceive people with. I hate the dabbing, I hate hearing you manipulate these fans into thinking you're some sort of Martyr. I hate that you're scared, scared that a woman like me can succeed in a world has brainwashed you into treating us “freaks” as if we are second rate. I'm not part of your fairy tale. I'm real. And you have a real problem on your hands. Three women, that you've pissed off are willing to set aside their differences to ensure you don't get a happy ending.
Before Valkyrie can respond she gets pushed from behind by Ashley Moore and stumbles against Blaine. Empress runs over grabbing Valkyrie and tackling her to the floor. She starts hitting Valkyrie in the head with the Microphone trying to split open the back of her head.
Valkyrie instinctively tries to parry the hits but their numbers are simply too much for her to overcome. The flurry of blows leaves her unconscious in the middle of the ring, as blood is now spilling from the back of her head. Empress now gets back on her feet, with a sadistic smile on her face as Blaine and Moore look on.
As the three raise their hands in victory, the camera fades to the commentary team.
B17 vs (CODE JACKMAN'S PICK)
A single steel chair is shown in a secluded backstage area. Footsteps can be heard approaching. The camera pans to a small television sitting in front of the steel chair. A dark skinned hand grabs the back of the chair and scoots it back slightly before taking a seat.
As the man peers up, he clicks a button on a remote control. The camera focuses back on him and the chair. It’s Tayy Breizee. Tayy Breizee’s usual laid back face holds intense focus, the likes of which he haven’t seen since he was back in his former agent’s office months ago.
The TV clicks on to show last week’s Turmoil showdown between rookie Mark Reese and himself.
Tayy: I just couldn’t predict his movement.
Tayy: Lookin’ back now, mans was just better.
Tayy continues watching at the point of no return, where Mark Reese is carrying him above his head in a military press out on the outside of the ring.
Tayy: You know, I had opportunites now that I’m lookin’ at it.
Tayy leans back and winces as he watches himself plant face first on the outside of the ring.
Tayy: The Tayyficionados didn’t like that.
Tayy clicks a button in his remote, fast forwarding to the end of the match, wincing once again watching himself slammed face first into the mat by Mark Reese’s Dominator.
Tayy pulls his snapback off his head and stares at the front of it.
Tayy: “I got heart”? Damn, man.
Tayy turns his head to see the door, seemingly expecting someone to enter, but no one ever does. He slowly turns back around and winces in thought.
As the RnB artist stands to his feet, he walks back and forth with his hands on his hips. He shakes his head and lets out a deep breath, grabbing a cereal bowl and pouring in some Frosted Flakes before looking into the camera.
Tayy: Only one way to get better, right? I ain’t quitting, man. .I just gotta keep persevering week in and week out. I mean, my crowds back in PVD weren’t bumpin’ out the gates.
Tayy picks up his cereal and walks back to the chair, rewinding the tape of his match with Mark Reese and clicking play again, looking focused into the camera, studying his loss, trying to learn from his match
