:The camera shifts to our Woman’s Champion, Alexa Rose. Black tank top and jeans fitted to her form. Struggle for Supremacy was written along the bosom of the dark tank top. The belt securely fasted along her waist. Slender digits marked with dark green nails played along the silver knob of a locker room door, her other hand concealed something. With a quick twist of her wrist the door popped open slightly. The female champion waited a moment to get a response.  As she waited for a shriek or bark from inside, the right hand concealing something rose to her lips. From her finger tips appeared something orange in color. Unpainted lips parted as she crunched into a carrot stick. Eyes widened at the unexpected crisp of the stick, emerald gaze darted around a moment, finger pressing to her lips as if the cameraman made the sound. Proceeding to finish the carrot, she entered the room. The locker room door was held open by an unseen hand as the camera focused on the name of the locker room. It belonged to that of the challenger for the Women’s title, Kelsia Vector. The dimly lit locker room provided to ACW fans and wrestlers alike that it was a pretty decent room. Couches, chairs, end tables, full bathroom shower area. The Amazon Warrior gazed about the dressing room with intensity and hurry in her eyes. Alexa gazed back to the camera with a grin that almost twisted into a smirk as she pointed to the miniature Vector sitting on the couch all cozy. A small black bag was pulled from the pocket that decorated the back of her jeans.

 

Finger pried the opening apart of the medium sized back bag. With one fluid motion the doll disappeared from the couch into the abyss of the bag. Naturally pink lips resumed comfort in a smirk. Gemmed hues trained on the camera lens. She smiled and winked as the black bad disappeared behind her. She fixed her shirt so it looked like nothing was under her shirt. Urging the cameraman to follow out from Vector’s locker room area, leaving it just as she had entered: Untouched, except for the missing doll. As the door closed, Alexa produced another carrot stick that she still had palmed from earlier. It passed over smiling lips, snapping into it as a figure blocked her way. The camera caught her brow raising to Uria Kane standing in front of her.::

 

RJ: "Hey, I thought that he was supposed to be on a plane somewhere?"

 

MS: "Well, it looks like he came to get some Hot Chocolate before he left." 

 

Politely finishing her before match snack, she grinned like a Cheshire cat would.  The two stood there for a moment before Kane raised his hand toward her face, though not to harm her. Alexa hand instantly shot up and grabbed his wrist as her eyes narrowed.

 

MS: "He just wanted to get some carrot from her chin."

 

Uria shook his head with an arrogant chuckle, moving his hand from her grasp he walked around the Woman’s Champion and disappeared off camera. Shaking her head she made her way to her own locker room to get ready.

 

RJ: "I believe he calls her his 'meat', Mitchell."

 

MS: "I don't want to know anything about anything pertaining to Uria's meat."

 

RJ: "Nice...real nice, Robbie."