::The view returns to the same hallway that had been focused upon pre-match.  This time it is not T&A that are walking down the hall, but the ACW World Women’s Champion instead.  The belt is slung neatly over her shoulder as she saunters down the hallway towards her locker room.  Setting a hand to the knob she pauses as though she hears something…familiar yet just out of earshot.  Narrowing her eyes, she slowly opens the door to a brutal scene.  A slightly-bent steel pipe lays on the floor between the unconscious and somewhat-battered forms of Tony and Adrean and, directly in front of the door on a folding chair sits the doll they had taken from Kelsia.::

MS: “Maybe they had a change of heart?  Looks like they had a change of face, too!”

 

RJ: “Whoever did this must have did it to get Kelsia her, um, friend back.  But who would do something like this?  She’s not exactly loaded with allies.”

MS: “Call it the act of a Good Samaritan and leave it at that.”