::After a short commercial break, including a promo for the upcoming Fall Fatale pay-per-view, the show returns…and not a moment later, ‘Shine’ by Collective Soul hits the speakers and onto the stage walks Brianna D’Angelo, microphone in hand.  She takes in the moderate amount of cheers with a smile and makes her way down the ramp towards the ring.  Clad in black workout pants with dual pink stripes down each leg, a pink ACW Women’s Division hoodie and black wrestling shoes, she’s likely to be not far removed from one of her workouts.  And though her smile is glowing, once she steps into that ring it’s replaced by something more resembling a game face.::

 

MS: “Well this is a surprise…Lady Death’s newest project.  What does she think she’s doing, interrupting the show like this?”

RJ: “Given the mike in her hand, maybe she has something to say.”

MS: “Brilliant, Holmes.”

 

::The smooth music fades after a small gesture from the wrestler-in-training, and she brings up the microphone to address not the crowd, but one person only.::

 

Brianna:  "Okay forgive this interruption people.  I know its not my place to come out here and step on toes, I know I'm not ready yet."

::She pauses, hooking a strand of that blond hair behind one ear, turning her hazel eyes towards the ramp and the stage at the top of it.::

Brianna:  "But see, I feel that someone crossed a line tonight, so Kelsia?  World Women's Champion, whatever...I want you to come out here so we can have...a little talk."

 

MS: “I think she’s been dropped on her head.  You don’t call out the World Women’s Champion.  Or is she totally unaware of what Kelsia did to her vaunted trainer earlier tonight?”

RJ: “Did you ever consider that maybe that’s why she’s out here calling the champ out, genius?”

 

::The crowd boos at the mere mention of Hot Chocolate…and the only reply Brianna earns for her softly-spoken demand is silence and a distinct lack of World Women’s Champion.  She gives it several seconds, then shakes her head a little before speaking up again.::

 

Brianna: “I’m trying to be nice about this, Kelsia…doing it out in the open instead of banging on your locker room door or something.  You’d think that the current centerpiece of this company’s Women’s Division…”

::The young lady can’t resist a rather lovely, amused-looking smirk at that comment.  She obviously shares her trainer’s opinion of who should be on top where the ladies are concerned.::

 

Brianna: “…would have no problem with answering the request of someone she could likely beat the hell out of just for speaking out of turn…right?”

 

MS: “The girl speaks sense, but that doesn’t make her any smarter.  If Kelsia does come out here, the knucks will be coming with her.”

 

::No sooner do the words come out of Mitchell’s mouth and through the microphone than does ‘You’ve Got Another Thing Coming’ by Judas Priest hit the speakers.  A wild-eyed and unhinged Kelsia Vector storms out through the curtain and stops only briefly at the top of the ramp to glare at the young woman in the ring.::

 

RJ: “Off the deep end, are we?  I swear she looks like someone stole her doll again.”

MS: “Yikes…even I agree with that!”

 

::Clad in the same dark jeans and gold shirt from her recent promo, the World Women’s Championship gleaming over her shoulder, Kelsia unleashes a wicked grin as she makes her way down the ramp.  Just the look of her is enough to make Brianna take a step back before setting down the microphone and preparing herself for a brawl…::

 

MS: “And here we go…!”

RJ: “Wait, who’s that coming down the ramp behind the champion?”

 

MS: “What…where?”

::Even Brianna looks surprised for a moment as she looks past Kelsia, who actually pauses upon catching the expression on the young lady’s face.  At the bottom of the ramp, her pale-appearing face twisted into a mask of blood-soaked hatred, is Aurelei Jamison.  Crouched and glaring at Kelsia, slamming her fists down into the floor with her lips peeled back into a grimace, she waits for just the right moment…::

MS: “Incoming!”

::…and nails the turning champion with a superkick that lifts her off her feet before she falls to the mat-covered concrete.::

 

RJ: “A Woman Scorned!  She almost took Kelsia out of her shoes!”

 

::Brianna holds position in the ring, surprise mixed with awe as she watches Aurelei stand over Kelsia, screaming bloody murder.  Yanking the dark-skinned champion to her feet, Lady Death clamps on the Breathstealer and drops back to the floor, locking leather-clad legs around Vector’s waist.  Even without the contacts those hate-filled eyes would have been white, for Aurelei lets them roll back in sick pleasure as the champion fights the debilitating hold.::

MS: “She’s out of her damn mind!  Get those slacker security guards out here!”

 

RJ: “I hate to say anything for the so-called Dark Mistress…but Kelsia started this!  Someone get those two apart before she seriously injures the champion!”

 

::The number-one contender is squeezing for all she’s worth until a half-dozen black-shirted security guards come barreling down the ramp to try and separate the two.  At this point, even Brianna is out of the ring and trying to talk her trainer into releasing her grip from the near-unmoving and half-conscious Kelsia Vector.  Finally, of her own accord and no one else’s, Aurelei lets go of the hold, shoving back security as she gets up to her feet.  White eyes stare coldly down at Kelsia before they lift and look out at the crowd and their mixed reactions.::

RJ: “Absolutely insane…and here I thought Kelsia looked unhinged when she came out tonight!”

MS: “Hindsight, eh?  I don’t think I’ve ever seen Aurelei that psychotic!  It’s kinda hot!”

 

RJ: “You’re a sick freak.”

MS: “Guilty.”

 

::The belt had toppled from Vector’s shoulder in the melee and the blond D’Angelo picked it up, gazing at it for a moment in full sight of Jamison, who eyes her charge briefly. Figuratively dusting off the gold and leather, Brianna reaches up and drapes the belt over her trainer’s shoulder and steps back with her arms out and pointed towards Aura like a model showing off a brand new car on a game show.  Aurelei slips the belt off her shoulder and stares at it with a curiously potent expression of desire on her face before holding it up into the air victoriously as ‘Shattered’ by Adema begins to play.::

RJ: “Enough said, I suppose…”

MS: “If I were her, I’d take it…but I suppose not.”

::Aurelei lays the belt across the motionless Kelsia’s waist as the EMTs rush down, giving a jerk of her head in the direction of the entryway while staring at Brianna before heading up with her student in tow.