::Kelsia and Robin now appear on screen.::

RJ: “Partners last week, opponents this week.  Nothing but strife between these two…but Kelsia can apparently get a rise out of anyone she wants.”

MS: “Like Gryphon?”

RJ: “She’s playing with fire there.  Her focus had better be on Robin tonight.”

 

MS: “KTA certainly won’t save her from Gryphon…or Robin.”

 

RJ: “And first up tonight…”

::One half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, Brian Harris, stands on one side of the screen with his brother and sister in the background while on the opposite side stands Damon Cross.::

RJ: “…newcomer Damon Cross, fresh off a win last week over Tyler Knowles, has his challenge answered by Brian Harris!  Let’s send it up to…

 

::But Mitchell cuts in, a fingertip to his headset as he get a message from the back.::

MS: “Hold that thought, Robbie!  Something’s up in the back with Kelsia and…what?  Gryphon?  Better get a camera back there!”

 

::Kelsia was seen leaving her locker room. The door still opened Tony's voice could be heard. ::

 

Tony: "Kels, what are you doing?" 

 

::Kelsia sighed looking back towards the room.::

 

Kelsia: "I need to walk around, stretch out before my match. I will be back soon."

 

::She went to turn to leave once more and Adrean spoke up.::

 

Adrean: "Kels, don't go looking for trouble." 

 

::Kelsia laughed softly.::

 

Kelsia: "What? Me?"

 

::She said as she closed the door and headed down the hallway. Making a turn she walked a little further not paying much mind where she was going. She stopped when she bumped into someone and looked up realizing that it was 'The American Nightmare' Gryphon.::

 

Kelsia: "You. What the hell is your problem? Gripping me up, screwing around with my matches. You really have no idea who the hell you are fucking with here do you?" ::Kelsia looked up at him not showing any fear as she waited for him to talk, after a moment she gave him a look when he was silent.:: "Well? Say something!"

 

::The Nightmare was just coming out of his locker room, still dressed in street clothes--well, from the waist down, anyway.  His hair was wet, hanging down past his shoulders, water dripping along his chest and down into dark denim.  He looked at the woman as she yelled, as she verbally berated him, and only smiled that devilish half-smile of his.::

 

::Well, until he reached out to take her by the throat once again.  As his fingers tightened around her throat, he drew himself in closer, pressing his cheek to hers and tilting his head slightly into her.  A deep, slow inhale through his nose as he breathed in her scent and smiled, a rumble of mirthful pleasure emanating from throat.::

 

Gryphon: "Fear..."  ::He rumbled, before that devilish chuckle escaped his lips.::  "...it makes me 'hawt'." 

 

 ::She gagged as she was held by her throat, choking to get some air. She grabbed his wrist and scratched at them as she tried to free herself to no avail. His comment showed her that he had seen the airing she did throughout the week, why else would he say something along those lines. Her hands gripping his wrist tightly to try and get him to release her, she spoke but it was not clear.::

 

Kelsia: "You...are...a...pig."

 

:: She managed with a struggle, her hues locking with his as he pulled his cheek from her own. There was no fear showing in her hues whatsoever. She was never going to show him any sign of fear....though he was still...hawt.::

 

Kelsia: "Get offa me"

 

::She stated through gasps as she was still waiting for his reply to what the hell was with him screwing around in her matches.::

 

Gryphon: "Oink." 

 

::A pig?  A pig?!  Hardly!  Gryphon might have been many things, but a pig?  Surely, that was not one of them.  He relaxed his grip, just a little, as she clawed and scratched and struggled to get free.  It was cute.  It made him grin that wicked grin once more, before he tightened up again on that poor woman.  She wanted to know why he'd interfered in her matches?  Tough nuggets, lady; it wasn't happening like that!:: 

 

::With a sudden movement, the Nightmare began to pull the woman toward him.  Close, uncomfortably close, he dragged her against his body with that wicked grin.::

 

Gryphon: "For some time now, Kelsia..." ::He purred into her ear.::  "...you've tap danced on this landmine.  I think your luck's just run out." 

 

::Hearing him oink she narrowed her eyes watching him closely. Those dark hues showed nothing but anger, and she was more then just angered, this creep went over the line, more then once now. As his grip loosened, she made sure to catch up on the air that was needed, good thing she did because he gripped tighter once more. As he pulled her against him she closed her eyes, as she was not able to turn her head away.  She did not want to look at him. She could still hear what he had to say, and that was enough.::

 

Kelsia: "My luck has run out has it?"  ::She asked slowly through the clench on her throat.:: "Are you about to blow Gryphon? Am I too much for you?"

 

Gryphon: "I guess that all depends on your point of view." 

 

::He smirked then as he suddenly yanked her backwards, toward him, and rotated, pivoting on his heel to put her back against the opposite wall...::

 

::...except there was no wall.  Only the locker room he'd stepped out of momentarily.  The door, which was unlatched, and unlocked, swung open easily, and the Nightmare and Ms. Kelsia Vector went inside, the door slamming shut behind them.::

 

::Back down at ringside, Mitchell and Robert exchanged glances, trying to make something out of that bout of chaos, with Mitchell being the first to break his silence.::

MS: “Tap dancing on a landmine is hazardous to your health…but there was a gleam in Gryphon’s eye there, Robbie.”

RJ: “And pork on his breath too, right?  You’re disgusting.”

MS: “I didn’t even say anything!”

RJ: “You were thinking it!  Let’s just send it up to Heather Lee for our first contest!”