MS: “Well Robbie-Rob, it’s time for another one of those good old-fashioned catfights here in ACW.”

 

RJ: “Good grief, Mitchell—how can you cheapen our Women’s Division here in the ACW with a comment like that?”

 

MS: “What the hell, Robbie?  Have you been attending those women’s lib classes again?  Look, women are only good for three things:  Cooking, cleaning, and tearing each other apart for the gratification of their men-folk.”

 

RJ: “For crying out—oh, to hell with it.  Let’s go to Heather Lee to kick this one off.”

MS: “Yeah!  Get me a sandwich when you’re done, Heather baby!”

RJ: “You’re a d-censored-k, Mitchell.”

MS: “Takes one to know one, Puddin’.”

HL:  The following match is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in this morning at 130 pounds…KELSIA VECTOR!

::The lights begin to fade, going practically to nothing. The song 'Down with the Sickness' by Disturbed hit over the PA system. Instruments were heard...::

"Can you feel that?"

::The instrumentals continued…::

"Oh Sh*t
Oh Whahahaha
Oh Whahahaha"

::It continued as Kelsia Vector came from behind the black curtain to look out at the now booing fans. Tony and Adrean had come out from behind the curtain as well coming to stand behind her. She laughed looking around at them all. Standing there in her ring attire which consisted of black flare pants and a white fitted shirt, both with the KTA logo on them, she just smirked. Her hair was pulled back tightly so not to get torn out by her opponent.::

"It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing... in me.
Looking at my own reflecting when suddenly it changes, VIOLENTLY, it changes…OH NO.
There is no turning back now that you have woken up the DEMON…IN ME! "

::Kelsia turned around and nodded to the two of them before they departed going back stage once more. Kelsia kept an evil smile on her face as she made her way down the ramp, one foot followed by the other until she was at the bottom.  Jumping onto the apron and stand in the center of it turning her back so that she was now facing the stage once more. Her hands came out on either side locking with the ropes before she looked left, then right once more.:: 

"Madness is the gift that has been given to me!
I can see inside you the sickness is rising, don't try to deny what you feel...It seems that all that was good has died and is decaying, in me."

::She flipped back coming to land in the ring just as the next sentence came blaring out.::

"Get up come on get down with the sickness, come on get down with the sickness, come on get down with the sickness open up your hate and let it flow into me..."

::The words faded as did the instrumentals as Kelsia moved to the far corner jumping on the turnbuckle and taking a seat waiting for the match to get under way.::

MS:  “Hot Chocolate is representin’ tonight!  She’s lookin’ good, Jonesy!  And she’s got her KTA backup in her corner.  There’s no way that Robin’s pulling a win out tonight—look at that determined look on Kelsia’s face!”

RJ:  “Well Mitch, if we’ve learned anything from past performances, we’ve learned that no matter the odds or how the deck is stacked against her, you never, ever, count Robin Mayfair out until the very end.”

HL:  “And her opponent, making her way from Tidworth, Britain, weighing in at 144 pounds, the ‘Argent Dawn’, ROBIN MAYFAIR!“

 

::The music gradually ebbs from the speaker system, the vocals dropping to a croon, the guitars weave effortlessly throughout as Robin walks out onto the ramp and remains stationary for a moment: her eyes spanning the breadth of the arena. The music washes over her body, over the crowd as Shame by Drowning Pool picks up the pace, vibrating through the arena floor and up through the spines of both fan and officials alike. Her face is impassive, save for the smallest curl of her lip and an undeniable sparkle in her eye, movement tossing auburn waves behind her shoulder as she suddenly moved and progressed down the ramp.::

 

“I, I turn my back on you and I will, I will, I will shame you, shame you.

I, I've got no time for you and I will, I will, I will shame you, shame you.”

 

::Hips sway in time with the beat, a bounce in her step that speaks of the boundless energy still contained within each curl of a limb that explodes into action when within the ring, a rarely seen confidence emanating from the small toss of her head. Fingers coiled against her palm; a small wave to anyone who thought to acknowledge her, touch of lashes against cheek as a wink was tossed out to the crowd regardless as she made her way to the ring.::

 

“I burn, I burn.

Let me touch you, let me get inside you. All I feel, I can make it feel all so real.

You know I'll lie again, you know I'll try again: my words, ripping, tearing, straight through you!”

 

::Fingers curling across the turnbuckle, she vaulted over the ropes and spun: soles of her feet connecting with the barrier and holding her upright as she took a stance up high in the corner and thrust her arms into the air: eyes closing and head lolling back against her shoulders as if drunk, her body as rigid as marble before she fell back with a little turn and crossed to the other side of the ring to repeat the gesture - arms up wide, head back, offering herself up as a sacrifice. Smirking, she dropped down and leaned against the support, her expression serious as hungry eyes locked onto Kelsia Vector, never taking her eyes off the opponent as she waited for the bell to ring.::

 

RJ: “The look of intensity in Robin Mayfair’s face is just…wow.  I’m having trouble finding the words to use to describe it properly!”

 

MS: “Well then pick up a thesaurus, you ignoramus!  How about passionate, impassioned, determined or even zealous?”

 

RJ: “You know, Mitch…”

 

MS: “…Yes, I do, and I am awesome.”

 

::The action moves back to the ring as the bell sounds, starting things off.  Kelsia and Robin slowly begin circling each other, feeling each other out with feints and pulled strikes.  The two back off, close, and back off again, repeating the actions a few times before Kelsia and Robin meet in a standard collar-and-elbow tie-up.::

 

RJ: “Guess we’re going to see a little old school action tonight, Mitchell.  Looks like Robin might be using her technical background against the hybrid Cruiserweight/Brawler, Kelsia Vector.  Kelsia with a side headlock from the collar-and-elbow and Robin’s now on the business end of a wristlock.  Reversal by Robin into a standing wristlock of her own, and there’s an armdrag by the ‘Argent Dawn’!  Wow!  Did you hear the impact?”

 

::Robin countered the quick wristlock from Kelsia with one of her own before stepping to the side, letting go of the hold just long enough to come in with a deep, deep armdrag, tossing ‘Hot Chocolate’ halfway across the ring.  Kelsia quickly rolls to her feet, charging into Robin who counters the charge with a hiptoss, then a second, and finally a running dropkick, which sends Kelsia tumbling through the middle and top ropes to the outside, much to the fans’ approval.::

 

MS: “Oh, come on ref, get in there!  That’s got to be against the rules somehow!”

 

RJ: “What, the girl you didn’t pick to win is getting her butt kicked?”

 

MS: “Exactly!  I’m SURE that’s illegal somewhere!”

 

::Robin is backed up as the referee checks on Kelsia, who is busy getting on the referee’s case.  The zebra shrugs, beginning the mandatory ten count.  Kelsia buys time by taking a brief walk around the ring.  She rolls back underneath the bottom rope as the referee reaches seven, moving to her feet quickly.  Robin goes to lock up again, but only catches a boot from Ms. Vector for her troubles.  Once doubled over, Kelsia counters with a quick pair of forearms, followed by a stunning bionic elbow that sends Robin to the mat.::

 

RJ: “Shades of ‘The Dream’ there with that bionic elbow, Mitchell.”

 

MS: “…”

 

RJ.:  “…what?”

 

MS:  “Nothing.  I was just wondering.”

 

RJ:  “About…?”

 

MS:  “About how Kelsia would look in polka dots.  You think that’s some sort of copyright infringement?”

 

RJ:  “We’re probably being sued as we speak, Mitchell.  And you heard me right:  You’re not ‘Dweeming’.”

 

::As Robin quickly gets to her feet, she is met with a low kneelift to the gut.  Doubling Robin over again, Kelsia sends Robin into the corner with a stiff irish whip.   Kelsia follows her in, giving a pair of well-placed kicks to the midsection of her opponent.  Cupping the other’s chin, Kelsia pushes Robin’s back against the turnbuckles and hits a hard knife-edge chop that echoes all the way into the nosebleed section.  Robin yells, clutching her chest and doubling over, only to have Kelsia nail another, and then a third chop before backing off, playing up to the boos and jeers of the crowd.::

 

MS: “Come on, Hot Chocolate!  Put this snowflake in line!”

 

::Kelsia comes back, an arrogant smirk on her face.  She moves to hit another stiff chop on Robin, but the British firecracker has other intentions.  As Kelsia gets within range, Robin grabs her and flings Kelsia into that corner, dishing out some of what she’s been taking with three lightning fast chops, lighting up the now flailing Kelsia Vector’s chest with the stinging impact.  As Kelsia bends, Robin sits her back up straight with a hard European uppercut that drops Ms. Vector to her posterior.::

 

RJ:  “Oh my!  Robin is certainly turning the tide!  A series of stomps now, stomping a mudhole into Kelsia Vector, and the referee has to pull Mayfair back!”

 

::The ref gets in between the two, pulling Robin back out of the way, much to the chagrin of the fans.  As she moves the referee out of the way and goes back in to get her opponent, Kelsia turns the tables once again, yanking on the front of Robin’s tights and ducking down to drive the woman face-first into the turnbuckles.  Robin begins to crumple to the mat, sitting down and slumping against the turnbuckles.  Kelsia backs up, and charges in with a big boot…but Robin quickly ducks out of the way, hanging her opponent’s leg up on the middle rope.  Grinning, Robin moves to the outside, quickly grabbing onto the ankle and torquing hard on it, using the middle rope as a fulcrum to do damage to that knee.  The referee begins his five-count, giving Robin five seconds to break the illegal hold.  She complies just before he gets to five.  Kelsia tumbles back, clutching her knee.  Robin quickly slides back into the ring and applies a Single Leg Crab, wrenching back painfully on that leg.::

 

MS: “Whoa!  I think I’m going to change my mind, Jonesy:  I think I’m gonna pick Robin for the win!”

 

RJ: “Now, now…no switching sides, Mitchell.  You picked her so you have to stay with Kelsia.  Robin has that single-leg Boston crab locked in tight.  She’s got it cinched in.  If the damage done to Kelsia’s knee wasn’t enough, if she doesn’t tap out now she runs the risk of doing further damage to that knee!”

 

::Robin cranks back on that leg and Kelsia howls in pain, shaking her head wildly as the referee asks her if she wants to give up.  Finally getting her hands underneath her body, she pushes up, alleviating some of that pressure on that leg.  Robin, unsettled, tries to reseat herself, but it’s too late—Kelsia has already seen the opening, and tucking herself in tight, rolls underneath, catapulting Robin over backwards and right into a quickly roll up!::

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T—kickout!

 

RJ: “Almost stole a win!”

 

MS: “Yeah, almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, Robbie!”

 

::Robin kicks out and gets back to her feet before Kelsia.  Running for the ropes, Robin aims for some offensive maneuver, but only manages to catch a backdrop for her trouble.  Kelsia backs up, charging in on Robin, but eats canvas, due to a Robin Mayfair drop toehold.  Following that toehold up with a pair of lightning-quick leg drops to the back of Kelsia’s head, Robin rolls the stunned female over and hooks the outside leg deeply for a pin.::

 

ONE! 

 

TWO! 

 

T—kickout!

 

RJ: “Close match so far, and these people are eating it up!  It’s been back and forth, with neither woman getting a clear advantage.  The tension is rising, and it’s only a matter of time before one of these women slips up and make a mistake that her opponent will capitalize on!”

 

MS: “Yeah, yeah.  Who are you, the John Madden of wrestling commentators now?”

 

RJ: “Robin with a side headlock.  Kelsia to the ropes, shooting Robin off.  There’s a leapfrog, twice by Kelsia Vector.  Mayfair with an armdrag—no!  Counter by Kelsia.  Vector with a hiptoss—no, countered into an armdrag by Mayfair and both women now standing up, sizing each other up!”

 

::The two women stand on opposite sides of the ring, pausing to give each other a break.  Two nods at each other, before Kelsia charges in on Robin, who sidesteps and tosses Kelsia over the top rope and to the floor…except Kelsia hangs on, skinning the cat to get herself back into the ring.  Squatting down, Kelsia bounces softly on the balls of her feet, waiting patiently for Robin to turn and, when she does, Kelsia almost folds her in half with a vicious spear!::

 

RJ: “MY GOD WHAT A TAKEDOWN!”

 

MS:  “Woo!  Spear!  Greatest offensive move EVER!  Hot Chocolate with the turnaround, Robbie:  I’m lovin’ it!”

 

::Kelsia stands up with a wry grin on her face, watching Robin clutch her midsection in agony, rolling on the mat.  As she does so, Kelsia mounts the nearest turnbuckles, jumping up to the top rope, crashing back down onto her prone opponent with a textbook, picture-perfect moonsault.::

 

RJ: “Moonsault!  Here’s the pin:  One!  Two!  Th—not yet!  Kickout by Robin!”

 

::Kelsia, exasperated, stands up and gets in the referee’s face, demanding that the zebra admit to counting slow.  She slaps her hands together three times, angrily, and pokes him in the chest with her finger.  While the two are arguing, however, Robin gets up to her feet and begins to stir.  Kelsia turns around once she realizes her argument with the referee wasn’t working, and gets to kiss the sole of Robin’s wrestling boot as the Brit nails a superkick—a move made famous by a fellow countryman—flush on the chin of Kelsia Vector.::

 

RJ: “Shades of “Gentleman” Chris Adams there with that superkick!  Robin drops, and there’s a cover: 

One!  Two!  Two and nine-tenths!  This one was almost over, folks!”

 

MS: “Wow!  I haven’t seen a picture-perfect kick like that since Gryphon landed that Talon Kick on Damian Cross last week!  Looks like Robin’s been taking notes, huh Robert?”

 

RJ: “It doesn’t matter who she’s been training with, Mitchell, as this woman is getting it done in the ring tonight!  Wait, what’s Robin doing now?”

 

::Robin gets to her feet, and leans against the corner, facing out into the crowd.  She smirks a bit, faintly, as she reaches down and unlaces that top turnbuckle pad, exposing the bare steel ring.::

 

RJ: “What the hell?”

 

MS: “Oh yeah, Robbie, I’m totally picking Robin.  This chick is bad, and daddy likey!”

 

RJ:  “What about ‘Hot Chocolate’?”

 

MS:  “Screw ‘Hot Chocolate’!  Papa’s got a hankerin’ for some British Vanilla Crème!”

 

::Robert Jones just shakes his head as Robin Mayfair goes back to the attack, stomping away on Kelsia.  She lands an elbow drop on the prone opponent, before grabbing Kelsia up by the hair.  Robin grins, but gets a fist in the breadbasket, followed by a second, and then a third, as Kelsia breaks the hold on her hair.  Backing up a step, Kelsia attempts a short, running clothesline, but catches a wristlock from Robin, who quickly redirects the momentum and yanks Kelsia across her shoulders for a standing fireman’s carry.  Robin crosses the woman’s ankles and quickly swings her out and down, dropping to the mat and nailing her Falling from Grace finisher!::

 

RJ:  “Falling from Grace!  It’s over, Mitch!”

 

MS:  “What the hell, ref?  Get into position already!”

 

::The referee would have counted to nine already, but he was out of position, currently trying to fix that pesky turnbuckle pad.  Robin releases the pin and tries to yell to get the referee’s attention.  The ref turns and points to the turnbuckle pad that dangles loosely, and then returns to fix it.  Robin, hands on her hips, is oblivious to what’s going on around her.  Kelsia has come to, and her ‘assistant’, Adrean, has slid something of a dull, golden color into the ring, which Kelsia quickly gathers up.::

 

RJ: “What the hell, was that…was that some kind of weapon?”

 

::The camera gets close, zooming in to a close-up of “Hot Chocolate” ’s   right fist, currently squeezing a pair of brass knuckles.::

 

RJ:  “Knucks!  The same weapon she used on Alexa Rose last week on Shockwave!”

 

::Adrean walks away slowly, rubbing the back of his head as if nothing was wrong.  Kelsia gives one final adjustment to the knucks before she turns and begins to size Robin up for the next strike.  She reaches out with her left hand, spins Robin around and, with a wild haymaker, drops the ‘Argent Dawn’ to the canvas.  Taking off the knucks, she quietly kicks them to the outside, where Adrean scoops them up and tucks them back into his pocket.  Grabbing the ref’s shoulder, Kelsia drops down for the pin, which the zebra now counts.::

 

RJ:  “Here we go, gang:  One, two, three—what a deplorable way to win a match!”

 

MS:  “Yeah, but its true what they say, Rob:  Winning is winning.  A win is a win, and Kelsia Vector just outsmarted her opponent.”

 

HL: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner—KELSIA VECTOR!”

 

RJ: “You’ll make any excuse to see your picks win.  But a win IS a win…and Kelsia earned a big one tonight.”

 

::Robin rubs her jaw slightly as she gets to her feet and Kelsia, wearing the grin of the Cheshire Cat, makes her way up the ramp, playing off the boos of the fans as though it’s music to her ears.::