RJ: “Tough call, huh?  But up next is a Submission match for the ACW Women’s Championship!”

 

MS: “Word is that Alexa’s on her way to the ring.  Get a camera back there, monkeys!”

 

::What the camera sees first, however, is not the champion but a former champion.  Clad in her hooded sweatshirt with the long-haired skull adorning the back, Aurelei leans casually against the wall around the corner from the long central hallway.  Her position was just inside the path leading to the entry to the stage and ramp, and as she sipped gingerly from a bottle of chilled water, her cobalt-colored lips were curled into a slight smile.  Wanton, merciless violence was always a pleasure, and tonight had sated her nicely.  But...there was still business to discuss.  And after sending her new 'charge' back to the locker room, she'd posted herself here...waiting...knowing.

And when the ACW Women's Champion came walking down the hallway in anticipation of her match, her sharp eyes couldn't help but fall on her former partner...and greatest rival.  Unpainted lips curled into a grin that only Alexa could pull off. The Women's Champion stopped about a foot away from Lady Death herself, who was so casually holding up the concrete wall. Defined brow quirked slightly as her arms crossed over the black tank top.::

 

Alexa: "Well, Phoenix...I'm sorry, it is Aurelei ‘Lady Death’ Jamison now, isn't it? You know even with the makeover, you still have this guided misconception of me. It is a pity that when you finally get your bony hands along the belt, it will still have my name along it."

 

::Obviously Alexa has seen Aurelei's choice words and thoughts given to Kelsia earlier.  Jamison looks at Alexa in a bored fashion, tilting her head a bit to glance more effectively at the belt over the woman's shoulder before replying in a cool tone.::

Aurelei: "You call it misconception and I call it honesty, Rose.  And that isn't your name on my title so much as it is a malignant, festering scar on what was once a symbol of excellence.  And as for what you choose to call me..."

::She flicks a pink tongue lightly over blue lips, still able to taste the rage from earlier in the evening and the salty taste of fear she'd found on Kelsia, and keeps her white eyes locked on the champion.::

Aurelei: "...you, like everyone else, will learn to call me what I am soon enough...and that's champion."

::It was Alexa who advanced on Aurelei, closing the distance as she came almost nose to nose with the white eyes woman. Emerald orbs flickered along her form, taking her all in. After a moment emerald met white and Alexa’s tone dropped the casual banter it held in the earlier sentence.::

 

Alexa: "I will be your scar, Aurelei. Always there to remind you of what you have lost and may never have back again….festering along your skin and thoughts. You choose make up and contacts to get in peoples head, well I only need my words. The wide eyed dreamer and partner of old is no longer what I am or what I will be again. I am the Amazon Warrior, taking claim in victory. I grow bored with Kelsia and am waiting for you. I hold this belt so I can meet you in the ring once more to show you just what I have become. And note. I did not say prove. It will be you proving that you deserve this belt again. You can cry crazy, just like Kelsia. Makes no difference to me as you lay there along the mat."

 

::Her eyes never left those of Aurelei as she issued the flat out challenge once more to her former partner::

 

Aurelei: "I choose to express the real me, but of course there's always going to be short-minded trollops like you, along with most of the world, who see it as something that it's not.  And the fact is...I've been in your head since the first time we danced, Rose...and irrevocably so since Revolution.  You know...when I choked you out like the second-rate talent that you are?  Only Sarah's vindictiveness towards me and her mercy for you kept that gold around your waist."

::Aurelei closed the distance the rest of the way, pushing off from the wall fluidly and putting the tip of her nose on Alexa's, their foreheads nearly touching.  The moment was tense enough that security in the background took a step forward.::

 

Aurelei: "The only thing you've proven is that you're illegitimate and fragile, Rose.  Two losses to a green rookie like Megan Harris?  Matches far and few between over the last month or two?  And you have the gall to carry my belt around as though it's truly yours?  You're exactly what I called you earlier...a useless shell.  And I'm going to crack you open, pour you out, and let your remains fester in the sun in the process of taking back what's mine."

::Alexa's eyes narrowed, peering into the void of eyes belonging to her enemy, Lady Death. A grin formed along the lips of the Women's Champion, hands held up a little to prove to advancing security they have nothing to worry about on her end, though she did not back up.::

 

Alexa: "Second-rate talent would have tapped out to you, I did not. You won for the lack of oxygen. Whoopty-friggin-do, Aurelei. You are not the all powerful Oz here. You lost to Aurora more times than I have. Who cares. I beat you, you beat me. Obviously, sweet cheeks, we are different people now. You embraced your true self. So have I. I grow more powerful. Megan Harris is a great contender to this belt and a good person. The only shell I see is the one standing before me. You used to be something that people looked up to. Now, they try to avoid you at all cost. And not because you are scary or intimidating…just because the crazy girl may bite."

 

::Alexa pressed into Aurelei more.::

 

Alexa: "A warrior holds no fear of death, so your little tactics won't work on me. Screw you with your conception of me. At least I have a heart, what the hell do you have? Fear will only last so long and then you will be nothing. Just like the emptiness inside of you. I don't need this belt to know who I am. Apparently you do. Now who is the flake?"

 

Aurelei: "Oh...people still look up to me, Rose.  They simply do so from the mat or floor, twitching helplessly as their bodies fail to respond to the impulses sent out by their brains in the wake of my onslaught.  Prattle on about Amazon-this and heart-that if you think it gives you some kind of high ground.  Heart is fleeting...fame is temporary...but death is unrelenting and certain."

::The former champion refuses to back off, never taking her eyes off Alexa Rose as her blue-painted fingertips alight on the gold strap mounted on blue leather, stroking the intricate medallion with greate care...as one would a favored pet.::

Aurelei: "You aren't a champion, Rose...you're a fraud.  A prize beast I'll have mounted on my wall before we're done.  By all means...scoff at what you think I am and do your best to hide from the truth that I represent with all the false strength you can inject into your useless words.  Now..."

 

::Applying pressure from her own direction, never once shifting her gaze or turning a hair from her rival, Lady Death keeps up the same pressure that the champion exerts.  No quarter asked for and none given.::

Aurelei: "Go play with your dolls and your Poppet and your ACW Women's Champion play set.  And know that if you somehow survive the useless b-censored-h waiting for you in that ring...that I'll be waiting.  I'm the only one who can set you free, Alexa Rose.  Know that."

::Straightening and brushing past the champion with deliberately stiff should contract, Lady Death makes her way down the hall as a leisurely pace.  Alexa stood there with a chuckle and a grin. Her words carried along the the former champion as she walked away.::

 

Alexa: "As I said. I don't need this to define me." ::She tapped the belt:: "Belt or not, I am in your future Aurelei. You won by a choke out, not by me giving up. You are promised to me, not the other way around. I shall return the favor of making your world turn black."

::Continuing down the entryway as originally intended, the security forces seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the heated enemies parted…somewhat amicably.  Cameras return their attention to ringside for the start of the match with an amused Mitchell looking on next to a somber Robert.::

RJ: “Every time she opens her mouth, Aurelei gets creepier.”

MS: “Gotta love it.  Not only do both women have to contend with their hatred for each other, but they have to deal with the fact that Lady Death is looming over their every move looking to pick up the scraps!”

 

::Cameras then brought their focus to the ring, where the beautiful Heather Lee stood, ready for her next announcements.::

 

HL:  “This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Submission Match for the ACW Women's Championship!”

 

::The lights dim and pyrotechnic explosions burst, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the classic Judas Priest song “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” begins to play over the center’s PA System. Kelsia Vector comes walking from behind the curtain and the fans begin to boo immediately, though not quite all of them. More than a few cheers were in the mix as the black-and-white clad woman comes to stand in the middle of the stage for a moment before making her way down the ramp.::

 

“One life I'm gonna live it up
I'm takin' flight I said I'll never get enough
Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud
I'm on top as long as the music's loud!”

 

HL:  “Introducing first our challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania standing at 5'6" and weighing in at 130 pounds she is KELSIA VECTOR!"

 

“If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had
You think I'll let it go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'!”

 

::Kelsia casts her eyes from side to side, offering smirking expressions to her detractors an incline of the head towards the few that sung her praises, pausing half-way to the ring to soak in more of the reactions.::

 

RJ:  “This may well be the match that buries any doubt that Alexa Rose is the true Women's Champion of the ACW, Mitchell.”

 

MS:  “That's all well and good Robbie-Rob, but don't you count out Hot Chocolate just yet.  She's been showing quite a wild streak this week, a side of her that surprised some of us!”

 

“That's right here's where the talkin' ends
Well listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks!”

 

::Kelsia walks to the apron and pulls herself up onto it via the middle rope. Posing briefly just to get a rise out of the crowd, she hooks her arms around the top rope and flips gracefully back into the ring, taking a moment to toss her head back, clearing her hair out of the way. Stepping towards the corner and turnbuckles, she climbs up onto the middle rope and takes one last look at the audience.::

 

RJ:  “You call it wild streak, I call it nuts...but either way you can't discount Kelsia's in ring skills one little bit!”

 

MS:  “Watch your mouth Robbie, there could be children watching!”

 

RJ:  “I said little bit, Mitchell...oh never mind!”

 

“Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah
Act tough ain't room for second best
Real strong got me some security
Hey I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah"

 

::Jumping down she stood there waiting for the match to get underway.::

 

HL:  “And her opponent, she is our current Women's Champion...”

 

::The center blackens to the first guitar rifts of “Brackish” by Kittie. The strobes light the center with each passing incline of notes in the rifts and clangs of the symbols. Images of the female wrestler played along the ACW-Tron of her various matches. The last being her win over Kelsia for the title. Her name flashed. A growl from the lead singer begins the quick tempo song and was the signal for the pyrotechnics to blast illuminating Alexa as her arms raised up to the ceiling. Alexa stood there, her shorter golden brown waves reached just below her shoulder blades. Her upper strands that frames her face swooped back into a ponytail as the rest fell free. A long sleeve, V neck, black mesh top fit snug around her bosom, which was covered in an tight emerald thick strapped bikini top. The mesh material stopped around an inch under the emerald material to show off the newly formed ridges of her abdomen to her waist. Emerald straps, fitted along her hips, peeked over the low rise black shorts which stopped under the cup of her bottom. Smooth muscle bound thighs stood bare, the swell of her calves well hidden by the black combat style wrestling boots. Between the black materials laid the ACW Women's Championship Belt, hooked around her waist...and behind that belt peeking out was a certain possession belonging to Kelsia Vector, her beloved little doll.::

 

“She is not scared to die….
The best things in life drive her to cry.
Crucify then learn!”

 

HL:  “Hailing from Danbury, Connecticut standing at 5'8” and weighing in at 166 pounds she is...ALEXA ROSE!”

 

::Alexa took a moment to motion for everyone to rock out with her. She made her way down the ramp with a smile. Interacting with the fans all the way down as they were on their feet in appreciation. She offered high fives and an occasional hug to a child fan. About half way down the ramp she took off to the ring. Sliding in under the bottom rope she was to her knees.::

 

RJ:  “Alexa sure seems confident tonight, look at how she charged the ring, she's ready to go!”

 

MS:  “Confidence alone won't win you a match of this type, Robbie.  This is a Submission Match and frankly I don't think either of them is going to like what happens in a match like that!”

 

“Sit and watch me burn..
I'll take you down, and show you deep inside,
my life, my inner workin’…”

 

::Moving to the side of the ring Alexa grabbed a microphone, her green gaze trained on Kelsia, narrowing. Kelsia's words picked up through the mic.::

 

Kelsia: "Damn it, Alexa. Give her back! You had no right to steal her from my room!"

 

Alexa: "Aw, does the little girl want her dolly?"

 

Kelsia: "Give her back or I will..." ::She was cut off as Alexa pulled the mic from the range of her voice.::

 

Alexa: "You can have her back, if you win the belt. If you don't, bye bye dolly. She stays with me."

 

::Kelsia screamed in frustration something that wasn't quite audible. She tried to rush Alexa who held up her hand, making Vector stop where she stood. Handing the mic back to the correct person, she met back with referee and Kelsia in the middle of the ring. Motioning that the ref can start.::

 

RJ:  “Like it or not this one is for the gold Mitchell and neither of them is going to give in easily...though what Alexa wants with that doll I have no idea.”

 

MS:  “There's no doubt about that, look at the expressions on these two, I'm glad neither of them are glaring at me that way!  Its all about psychological advantage Robbie!”

 

::The referee made a point to warn both of the ladies about listening to his calls and keeping it clean, before taking the belt – and the doll attached to it from Alexa and holding it up over his head, turning to display it to the fans who cheered the sight of the burnished gold and leather belt even if some might have been a bit creeped out by the mini-Kelsia with it.  Her dark eyes followed the belt and doll even as the referee signaled for the bell, and then she growled out a low curse and flung herself bodily at the woman waiting across from her.  Alexa seemed a bit surprised but met her with a volley of stiff shots that connected with sharp cracks to her chin, jaw, and cheek, rocking back the head of the woman that they loved to call Hot Chocolate.

 

Those shots seemed to shake Kelsia out of her rage a moment, letting her focus once more as she head butted Alexa and backed off three steps before launching a roundhouse kick to the temple, her Kelsia Kiss Krusher barely missing as Alexa dodged, she just wasn't worn enough to let that move connect despite the ringing apparently in her ears after that hard blow to the head.  Kelsia landed well enough though and launched herself at Alexa again, colliding with the muscular woman's midsection and bulling them both back towards the ropes.  Once Alexa's back was to them Kelsia's hand shot up under her chin and she bore her backwards, using her legs to wrap the middle strand and pull, using the ropes for leverage as the referee shouted at her to let go, though she didn't until it reached four.::

 

RJ:  “These two better watch that, this guy isn't one to play around and he will count you out for not obeying his instructions.”

 

MS:  “What?  Kelsia was just doing her job in there Robbie!  She broke before the count was over!”

 

::As soon as Kelsia reluctantly backed off and was back on her own feet Alexa's hand shot out and grabbed her by the face and yanked her forward, turning with her and laying her eyes across the top strand of the ropes, as she bounced her bodily towards the turnbuckle, the ref warning the Champion this time as Alexa let a bit of her confidence show, not letting Kelsia have a breather for a second.  However once she got Kelsia in the corner and reared her back to drive her head into the padded surface of the buckle, Kelsia managed to break free and blast her in the chest with a back elbow strike.  Staggering back from her Alexa still whipped a fist into Kelsia's face, but as she rebounded off the corner Kelsia hit her clean across the throat with the sharp edge of her forearm, a wicked smirk rising to her lips.

 

Coughing Alexa took two steps back, a hand to her throat as her emerald eyes narrowed, a sharp knuckle punch striking Kelsia in the chest right between her breasts had her coughing and gasping for air in return as the crowd gasped in sympathy with the force of Alexa's punch.  Vector's knee lifted hard into Rose's belly then, and she grabbed the back of Alexa's head and forced her down to her knees, riding her back and shoulder and ending up with the pair of them in the ropes again.::

 

RJ:  “These two just can't seem to keep out of the ropes and that's got the potential to cost one of them if they aren't careful.”

 

MS:  “As always your grasp of the obvious astonishes me, Mitchell.”

 

::The referee's warning was sharp as he got them untangled, especially since Alexa and Kelsia were trading blows around the poor man.  He managed to get them away from the ropes momentarily and reminded them just who was in charge in this match, Kelsia's sneer telling him in return what she thought of that as she reached across and gave Alexa a casual thumb to the eye!  Alexa's shriek was far more born of anger than pain and she countered with lashing out to grab Kelsia's wrist and twisting it into a vicious wristlock.  Kelsia howled and tried to roll out of the hold but every time she tried to flip Alexa's fist met her head, as if she were trying to crack open Vector's skull to see what lay within.

 

Alexa kicked Kelsia's legs out from under her at that point, released the wrist and dropped with her only to grab her arm in a crucifix armbar.  She moved quickly trying to lock it in fast and add the extra torque that would keep Kelsia from countering, but the wily cocoa-skinned beauty was far too canny to stay trapped in the move long.::

 

RJ:  “Well there it is Mitchell, our first real submission style move in this match!”

 

MS:  “And it can't be the last, that's the only way you can win this thing, is via submission, whether they tap out or pass out it has to happen!”

 

::Kelsia hollered out in rage but managed to get over far enough to shove her fingers into Alexa's mouth for a quick mandible claw grab, but Alexa released her and kicked her away with a boot to the thigh as she massaged her assaulted jaw.  Of the two though she obviously felt like she had gotten the better of that exchange with her strength brought into play and the way Kelsia was favoring that arm while she rose up to her feet showed that at least some damage may have been done to the arm.

 

However this pain was hardly enough for her to stop her attacks and as Alexa started to come to her feet Kelsia met her with a sharp kick to her exposed and vulnerable head.  This time her kick connected, and Alexa crumpled to the mat for precious seconds while Kelsia shook out the pain she was still feeling in her arm from the earlier crucifix.  She rushed Alexa again as the stronger woman sat up, knowing that her best course was to try and keep her reeling, applying a fast double choke blatantly in front of the referee who immediately dropped and began counting on Kelsia, who pushed it again to four before releasing it and rolling away from Alexa who dropped back onto the mat.::

 

RJ:  “Kelsia is showing that even with the pain in her arm she's not going to stop her assault on Alexa!”

 

MS:  “Its that killer instinct I'm telling, you Robbie!”

 

::Her instincts were a bit off though when she rushed the rising Alexa with a neckbreaker attempt only to be caught in the strong hands of the current Women's Champion, twisted and turned until she was caught in a full Nelson hold, and shaken like a rag doll as Alexa fully regained her feet.  Holding her up and shaking her again she finally took the move to the limit as she turned the hold into a full Nelson bomb, lifting Kelsia high up before falling into a seated position with her, driving her tail bone first into the unforgiving mat.  Alexa slid her forward as she screamed, transitioning the hold into a nasty looking seated double chicken wing that had Kelsia's back arching as she shrieked.

 

The referee was quick to drop and ask Kelsia if she wanted to give up but the woman shook her head vehemently, she certainly couldn't tap with her hands and arms twisted in the hold, but she refused to say that she submitted.  Some of the things she did say were enough to get the referee to back away a little, almost clearly it was heard her scream something about 'chewing his face off if he didn't back up' and other less flattering things about his parentage.  Finally after long agonizing moments Kelsia managed to get her feet up under her strong thighs and she shoved back as hard as she could, colliding the top of her head with Alexa's chin and stunning the stronger woman long enough to get the hold loosened so she could escape.::

 

RJ:  “Now that's what I call a real tooth rattler!”

 

MS:  “That's what I call using every advantage you have to win you the match!”

 

::Kelsia quickly worked her wrists and fingers trying to get rid of that obvious pins and needles sensation, Alexa coming up off the mat fast enough despite the hard shot she'd just taken, and she sprung into position for one of her spears, the strength of her thighs propelling her into Kelsia's unaware form with vicious precision, bowling them both over as Kelsia's back hit the mat this time.  Alexa out of sheer instinct hooked Kelsia's leg for the pin attempt for a long two-count's worth until it hit her that this was after all a submission match.  With a hint of a snarl she shoved away from Kelsia, releasing that leg and regain her feet, an idea clearly forming in her head.

 

Reaching down she yanked Kelsia clean up onto her feet while the chocolate wonder was still dazed from the force of the spear and lifted her straight up in a deadlift, putting her directly over her head as the crowd went nuts, screaming, clapping and cheering their Women's Champion on.::

 

RJ:  “Oh we know what this is, Alexa's got her up for the Black Rose!  Surely that will take the rest of the fight out of Kelsia!”

 

MS:  “Don't you dare count Hot Chocolate out of this match yet! Oh my lord what is that Kelsia's doing?  I had no idea she could do that!”

 

::Coming out of her daze high in the air Kelsia realized she was in a world of trouble, but instead of flailing in an attempt to get herself loose she got her hands around Alexa's wrists and turned, using the hold to her advantage, her legs coiling suddenly around Alexa's neck and shoulders as she yanked free and turned into a countering hurricanrana that brought both women down with exceptional force, the surprise showing on Alexa's face as she was brought down hard to the mat.

 

Rolling out of that takedown failure on Alexa's part, Kelsia took Alexa's legs fast and bent them at the knees, crossed them, placing one ankle in behind Rose's knee. Kelsia got a vice gripped hand on Alexa's free ankle and forced it between her thighs and then shoved down, lying atop Alexa's back and locked her arms around Alexa's head and neck, almost smothering her with her arms around her face. Pulling back hard she yelled for the referee to get down there and ask her if she was giving up.::

 

RJ:  “That cross-legged STF is locked down tight, I don't think Alexa is going to be able to get her to break it and she's too far from the ropes!  Come on Alexa!”

 

MS:  “Biased much Robbie?  I think Kelsia really chose her spot well and her timing was perfect!  This is what Alexa gets for being a thief!”

 

RJ:  “I don't know about a thief, with the way Kelsia's been acting towards that doll this week wouldn't that be closer to kidnapping?”

 

::The referee was down then as Kelsia cranked the move harder, putting more pain and pressure into the hold, Alexa struggling and writhing to try and break the move or to shift some of the torque in the hold, but refusing to tap or call out to submit no matter how many times Kelsia screamed at the ref to ask.  Some of the crowd was beginning to look distinctly uncomfortable as the seconds stretched to minutes and the strong willed Amazon warrior refused any calls to give up.  Even as Kelsia gritted her teeth there was a certain pride in her eyes at the thought that Alexa just wouldn't quit!

 

Finally the ref lifted her wrist up, letting it fall...once, twice, and on the third time when she could not lift her wrist, letting her arm fall limply and no longer responding to his verbal prods the referee jumped to his feet and waved his arms in a slashing fashion, calling for the bell.  Alexa had refused to tap out to the submission hold placed on her by Kelsia Vector, but had literally passed out from the pain.::

 

HL:  “Here is your winner ladies and gentlemen and your new Women's Champion...KELSIA VECTOR!”

 

MS:  “SHE DID IT!  SHE DID IT!  Kelsia won the match!”

 

RJ:  “You can't take a thing away from Alexa Rose though, she got in there and fought her heart out!”

 

::The referee helped release Alexa from Kelsia's locked in hold, and helped Kelsia stand before he lifted her hand momentarily in victory, getting the belt from the timekeeper and handing it to the jubilant Kelsia, her dark eyes suspiciously bright as she held the belt up over her head.  Finally, she had achieved sheer victory in her feud with Alexa. .::

 

MS:  "All I can say is, its about time we had a real woman like Kelsia holding the gold again!"

 

RJ:  "I wouldn't let Aurelei or Aurora hear you say that Mitchell, they might take exception to it!"

 

::Kelsia stands over her opponent who just passed out and is seeming quite out of it at the moment. That title belt in her hand raised high in the air as the fans showered her with boos. The microphone she called for bringing handed to her is what had her lowering that raised belt as she brought the microphone to her lips.::

 

Kelsia: "I have proved to everyone here in ACW and all the fans out there that I can get this title. I have beaten Alexa and taken what she treasures so much. However..."

 

::Kelsia laughs hearing the fans boo louder and she looks down to Alexa before looking up again and speaking once more.::

 

Kelsia: "However, I have said before that this here title means nothing to me. Now...I plan on showing you all how little it means to me. The one thing Sarah never wanted was for the Women's Championship to be left vacant.   Now...she has no choice. I don't want this thing. I just wanted to take it from someone who did."

 

::Kelsia tosses the microphone aside and lays the title over the stirring Alexa before backing up as though to leave the ring.  Before she makes it to the ropes, however, ‘Too Late to Worry’ by Jo Dee Messina plays over the PA System and a professionally-dressed and obviously infuriated Sarah D’Angelo steps out onto the stage, the music stopping at her sharp gesture.::

 

RJ: “Looks like Sarah is taking umbrage with Kelsia’s attempted forfeiture of the title.”

MS: “I think she’s just displacing because of Aurelei and her sister…but I’m sure you have a reason why it’s not that, don’t ya?”

 

Sarah: “Like hell you’re leaving that title vacant, Vector.  Not in my company, not on my watch.  We show something called pride here in ACW…and you’re going to do the same whether you like it or not!”

::The fans, already cheering at the sight of the owner, shake the rafters a little more as a cocky Hot Chocolate smiles sweetly up at Sarah as though challenging her to do something about it.  Bringing the mike to her lips, she speaks in the same tone her expression implies.::

Kelsia: “Oh?  And how’s that, Miss D’Angelo?”

 

Sarah: “First of all…that is no longer simply the ACW Women’s Championship.  It is now the ACW World Women’s Championship!”

 

::The fans nearly explode at the announcement, but quiet down some as the owner continues to speak, her words bringing a momentary twitch to Kelsia’s expression.::

Sarah: “And you will defend that title whenever you’re contracted to do so, even if you have to do it every week on Shockwave!”

MS: “How fair is that?  Gryphon goes almost two months without defending his gold and it’s fine and dandy.  Now a possible weekly set of defenses?  Not fair!”

RJ: “Did you just speak against the Messiah?”

MS: “Not on purpose!”

 

::Vector steps up onto the ropes and yells something at D’Angelo though her lowered microphone doesn’t pick it up.  Sarah narrows her eyes and adds the following.::

Sarah: “Because if you don’t, Kelsia Vector, you won’t like the consequences.  Now pick up that title belt and make sure you keep a close eye on it…champ.”

 

::’Too Late to Worry’ plays again as Sarah makes her way to the back, a fuming Kelsia in hot pursuit after snatching the title belt off Alexa’s slowly stirring form.