Auld Lang Syne , Part One
vs 
Alyssa Milano vs. Jeri Ryan Part 1
NOTE - This story immediately follows Escape From Las Vegas: Fab Four versus ABA
The party was on and poppin! Wild celebration was EVERYWHERE! The best beats were booming all around and everybody was having one hell of a GOOD TIME! Everybody… except… "Hey, is everything all right?"
"Huh?" fuckin goddamn loud ass fuckin shit DAMMIT!
He asked her again over the drone of the bass line "Are you okay, you look kinda down?" this bitch is HOT! I can turn that frown UPSIDE-DOWN BABY!
Oh pleaz, you're so goddamn transparent I can practically see how hard up you are "I'm fine."
"Oh, it's just that you look kinda down?" he was doing his best with the music being what it was.
She looked at him and gave him an uncomfortable smile and then she nodded towards the dance floor "Nope, why should I be down!? Shakira is the Bootylicious CHAMP! HA-HAH! HAPPY-HAPPY, JOY-JOY!" fuckin CUNT! Fuck did she get the fuckin belt and SHIT! "I couldn't be HAPPIER!" Alyssa smiled at him and put her hands up in all of her plastic grin glory "GENERATION NEXT IS ONNA ROLL!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Now he looked at her like she was kinda crazy "Uhhh, YEAH! WOOOOOOOOO!" then he walked off as she got up and threw her hands in the air and started dancing and yelling that the party was over here! He nodded and walked off, crazy fuckin bitch. No wonder your fuckin career is in the toilet.
No sooner did he walk, Alyssa stopped and as a few party-goers approached she immediately pointed ANYWHERE ELSE BUT HERE "PARTIES OVER THERE!!!!"
"Yeah, WOOOOO! GEN NEXT ROCKS!!!!" "ALYSSA YOU RULE!!!!"
She smirked at the one chick and told her "Yeah and so does Bush, MOVE IT!"
As soon as they left she sat back down at her table, peering out at Shakira who was shakin her shit and gyratin around, havin a GRAND OLE TIME! Fat butt, BITCH! How dare you steal MY BELT! Think the ingrate would offer it back to me? NOOOOOOOH! No! Selfish little OINKER! Alyssa spun around and picked up her glass and downed it! Why's it seem like everybodies always drinking lately? She stared down at her glass and wondered who the fuck she was talking to?! Or… thinking to!? WHATEVER! She thinks she's hot SHIT! Alyssa watched as Shakira was getting her groove on. She's just SHIT! This's BULLSHIT! That's MY BELT! I won it fair and square! LOYALTY! Whatever happened to LOYALTY! Whatever happened to… loyalty?
Alyssa saw on the main giant screened TV "Is that? I can't," she stood up "holy shit?"
Sure enough, every last member of the ABA was laid out lewd on the Sin City street with members of the Fab-4 enjoying their victory "NO WAY!?!?! WHAT THA FUCK HAPPENNED!?!?!" But Alyssa knew full well what the fuck had happened, it wasn't like she hadn't tasted defeat at the hands of the Fab-4 before, but this? What, how!?!? Alyssa made her way to the, I can't believe, screen "Excuse me, s'cuse me, pardon, MOVE DAMMIT!" that got people outta the way and she got close to the "Oh noh."
She murmured. Jenny was laid out, flat on her face, naked as a newborn! Nikki was also kissin the ground, tits pancaked against the pavement, ass up! Carmen Electra was sprawled out nude and lewd! Fuck is that bitch doing there, Alyssa asked herself, besides getting LAIDTHEFUCKOUT! And even Christina was ass-out, KO'D! Nude and lewd as well! The sight of all four of them, laying there like that? It was clear that they'd put up some kind of fight, but not nearly enough to avoid being put away so fuckin hard that all four, ALL FOUR OF THEM!?!?
Alyssa's nipples became hard as hell and she reached up and grazed her hand across her tits to simply settle them down as she looked at this total ass-whippin that the ABA had "Wha, wait-a-minute? Where the fuck is Jeri? How come?" she looked as best she could "Hold the fuckin camera still, ass-wipe!" She's not there? Jeri's not there. How can she not be there?
Alyssa looked them all over and saw quite clearly that all four bad ass bitches had been put down hard as hell. Jenny's body was heaving hard, but slow as the camera roved over her broken body and backside. Her golden blond mane was splayed out around the upper part of her body and she looked like Lady Godiva gone wrong. Even so, Alyssa stood slightly slack jawed at how hot Jenny looked. Having lost to Jenny early on, Alyssa could only imagine how she must've looked to Jenny who was standing over top of her "Who's sorry now, butch-bitch." She smiled as Jenny's eyes tightened in a futile effort to come back around and then relaxed. Her hand had dug at the street for a second and then went still again "They're so fuckin finished. No way can they recover from" that's when it hit her! She spun away as it showed Christina flat on her back, sprawled out with a sheen of sweat on her buck naked body and her high beams blaring from being choked the fuck out on all levels by Pam Anderson.
Now's our CHANCE!!!! If we swing through there NOW!?!? RIGHT NOW!?!? We can pick up some MAJOR... Nelly was dancing the night away while Shakira was getting ready to take the stage and give an impromptu CONCERT! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? They're TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS TO THIS! Alyssa stormed towards, then she stopped! What the fuck? It can't be!?!? She ducked into a crowd of morons and tried to dance along with, she felt like a fuckin fool, but sure enough!?!? THERE SHE IS!!!! FUCK IS SHE DOING!?!?!
Sure enough, hiding in the corner was Jeri Ryan and looking nervous as FUCK! Even WITH THE SUNGLASSES!
Fuck is that bitch, oh, uh-oh! Alyssa tried to "dance normal", but she saw Ryan quickly making her way the fuck outta here and in a hurry! Alyssa heard Shakira's crappy ass voice come over the, FUCK HER! I got a score ta settle and that bitch is all by her lonesome! QUICKLY, Alyssa moved through the crowd and headed towards the fuckin door "S'cuse me, c'mon MOVE IT! Fuck, boy they'll let anyone in this dump," Alyssa glanced the five bitches up and down and kept moving "French maid uniforms? Whatever floats your boat I guess."
Emerald Star smirked at Alyssa as the dumb brunette bitch made her way out. Well, well, well… if it isn't Gen Next's useless leader. With a nod of her head she led her group out and followed the two former ABA bitches. This should get interesting.
Dumb cunts! Fuck were they thinking inviting Carmen Electra to take my spot! That's who the fuck you sold me out for! CARMEN-FUCKIN-ELECTRA!!!! DUMB, DUMB, DUMB, DUMB CUNTS! Jeri couldn't help but laugh out loud as she headed for her rental car, BUT THEN! SHIT! WHAT THE FUCKAMITHINKING! She glanced around nervous as hell! Laughing out loud like that!?!? IDIOT! That crazy bastard and those bizarre maid bitches could be lurking around here! I gotta get outta here! She hurried over to her car, can't believe that those bitches tried to fuckin tommy gun my CAR! He's fast! REALLLL FAST! Time for this little blond-birdie to leave Las Vegas and never come… back?
"Well hello there… Jeri?" Alyssa eased out of the shadows between cars and blocked Jeri from reaching hers "It's been, ohhh, I dunno, a while, I guess." Alyssa sneered.
Jeri froze and then glared back "Outta my way, loser."
Alyssa smirked "Loser? Ha, funny, speakin of which? Why aren't you laid out with the rest of those petty ass turncoats?"
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Alyssa blocked Jeri from running! "What's your RUSH BLONDIE!"
"OUTTA THE WAY FOOL!" the two locked up and Alyssa managed to push Jeri back and then belt her right in the side of the HEAD! Jeri staggered back and told Alyssa "Now's NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!"
"It's ALWAYS THE RIGHT TIME FOR REVENGE, BITCH!"
"NOH! ALYSSA STOP!"
All of a sudden they both heard an all too familiar clicking noise and they both FROZE "Oh shit?" Alyssa looked as Jeri… didn't even bother to turn around "Ohh, oh, oh kay, uhhh" but before Alyssa could finish Jeri asked her "Are their a bunch of scantily clad bitches in French maid uniforms behind us?"
"Uhhh-huh."
"Do they have guns?"
"Uhhh, yeah."
"SHIT!" Jeri put her hands up as Alyssa smiled weakly and slowly… put her hands… up too "D, don't shoot."
"Oh we won't, long as you come along quietly." Emerald motioned and the others closed in and quickly ushered them along "Move it, ex-ABA trash."
Jeri looked at Alyssa "You are such a fuckin moron. You just had to"
"No arguing! MOVE!"
A brief poke in the ribs and the feel of the barrel, Jeri got stepping as she muttered "This is insane. Caught by French fuckers."
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Julia kept driving the limo and raised an eyebrow, but Charmaine asked her "What's wrong with you?"
Julia shrugged "Ever get that creepy feeling that someone's talking about you?"
"Uh-huh."
"That's what's wrong with me."
"Ohhhh."
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Jeri and Alyssa kept quiet as they were forced to sit on the fuckin parking lot concrete, BOUND AND GAGGED! Both bitches were stewing in their own pussy juices when they heard the unmistakable sounds of a truck or SUV pulling up! FUCK! They both cursed to themselves! Jeri had been trying to wriggle her way free without bringing attention to herself, but then the fact that they had GUNS!?!? My fuckin ex would LOVE THIS SHIT! Bound AND GAGGED!?!? Great, just fuckin great!
Alyssa wasn't much better. Where the FUCK IS SHAKIRA AND THE REST OF THOSE!?!?! ERRR, IDIOTS! I'm out here getting KIDNAPPED BY S & M MAIDS AND THEY'RE INSIDE SHAKIN THEIR BOOTIES TO THE BEAT!!!! This can't get much worse.
Then she felt herself being lifted up and she knew it was a MAN! CRAP, spoke too soon! "MPHF-HELLLLPHF!"
The gagging part kinda… blocked the screaming for help and all that…
Either way, Jeri simply let them pick her up. This is humiliating, yet very kinky? Strong hands, are you tryin ta cop a feel, FREAK!
They heard the door slide closed and then movement…
So now what, Jeri thought to herself. I know these are Geese's goons… and he did stop those rabid bitches from filling me full of lead in front of the Diner… Jeri sighed as best she could, this sucks in all the wrong ways and all the wrong places. He can't seriously think he can get away with this kinda shit, can he? Then to be trapped in here with Alyssa's dumb ass.
But while Jeri was deep in thought, Alyssa was looking at reality. I can't believe that I kissed Shakira's ass… then the bitch took my fuckin belt back from Alicia. The moment Alicia came up in Alyssa's mind, she remembered their fight and how she lost her title to the blond bitch, I HATE BLONDES! Just couldn't finish her OFF! It was at that moment that Alyssa remembered that she had the same problem with Jeri before she got ambushed and booted out of the ABA! I just couldn't FINISH! Then she remembered the fact that Britney also owned her ass and she actually whimpered in a moment of weakness! DAMN THEM! FUCK THOSE CUNTS! LITERALLY!
But the last straw came as she realized that she'd stooped to kissing Shakira's ass and she was supposed to be the leader of this new incarnation of Generation NEXT! She writhed around and could clearly remember how her former teammates looked on the TV screen. She could easily see herself laid out alongside them, stripped of her dignity and clothes, beaten and broken in the middle of the fuckin street! Her blood boiled, but her tight little pussy got a little looser as she remembered how she'd led Gen Next to take out the Fab-4 with Vivica, but they got put down just like the ABA! BITCHES!!!! AND NOW THIS!?!?! FUCK!!!! I GOTTA, then she remembered… the guns… and… she stopped herself in a hurry… Who the fuck are these people… damn it, just… damn it…
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"UHF!" bastard!
"UHL!" son-of-a-bitch!
Both Jeri and Alyssa were dropped and they could tell it wasn't on normal concrete. They'd been carried some distance like a sack of fuckin potatoes and eventually got passed around a few times and even lifted up and over something, only to be DUMPED UNCEREMONIOUSLY HERE!
"Untie them."
"Yes ma'am."
'Bout time, Alyssa thought.
Well, here we go Jeri, Jeri said to herself.
The light was a little… blinding, and both their arms were aching, but…
"Hello ladies," both bitches struggled to make out the, their eyes were still "I trust your trip wasn't too uncomfortable?"
Alyssa struggled with "Who the hell are you?" she muttered.
Jeri couldn't make her out either as the six foot tall brunette told them "I am a representative of the ruler of Sin City, my name is Falkenberg." She adjusted her beautiful black business blazer and clasped her hands together as both former ABA members were still trying to place just who the HELL SHE IS!?!?!
Finally, Jeri gave up and said "I know that the maid's that nabbed us work for a man named Geese Howard."
Alyssa looked at Jeri "Huh?"
As Falkenberg went to speak Jeri explained to her one-time-teammate "Geese Howard is a recluse that owns a large piece of property outside of Sin City. I only know about him because of the circles I ran in with my ex-husband." Alyssa smirked about that one but Jeri looked at their mystery host "You must work for him in some way. I'm well aware that he controls most if not everything that goes on in Sin City and the surrounding areas."
The curvy brunette nodded, walked a few steps, then looked at them "Master Howard is taking care of business right now, so he can't speak with you directly, but? I am authorized to speak on his behalf in this matter."
"Fuck are you, an attorney?" Alyssa looked at Falkenberg "I don't even know who the fuck Geese Howard is."
Jeri slapped Alyssa's arm "Watch your mouth, moron."
"OW, look!?"
But then Jeri told Alyssa "This is serious business. That guy is bad news if you get on his wrong side and not in some catfighting sort of way! This isn't some Battle Zone bullshit here, this is serious!" Alyssa couldn't believe the look in Jeri's eyes and it was only THEN that she realized that they were all standing in a nice sized wrestling ring!
Their host, pressed her black loose fitting mini-skirt flat and then looked up at them "If you're finished?"
Jeri quickly answered "Yes, sorry."
But Alyssa told her "No, I'm not. You can't just," Jeri tried to stop her again, but this time Alyssa wasn't havin it "get off me bitch." She easily broke away and moved aside Jeri and told the brunette in the fuckin business clothes "You just can't snatch me off the fuckin street like litter. If this 'Geese Howard' wants to talk to me, then I'll talk to HIM, not some fuckin flunky!"
"
Falkenberg looked at Alyssa and then shot straight from the hip "You're a stupid bitch Alyssa. Don't you even realize that mouthing off can be fatal at this point?" It was at this point that Alyssa saw that throughout this arena, standing in the barely lit entryways to the seats, were more maid's and they were quite armed "Alyssa, you should be a little more patient," Falkenberg smiled at her "and a lot more prudent." the red beams landed squarely on different parts of Alyssa's body and Alyssa began looking around scared as shit! "Don't worry Milano, if it was intended for you to be harmed, then you'd be quite dead by now. But maybe… maybe we got off on the wrong foot?"
"Well, heh-heh, maybe we uhhh, did get off on the, uh? Wrong foot."
"Let me introduce myself again, my name is Kimberly Falkenberg and I serve as one of Master Howard's many envoys and agents. You may know me better as Kimberly Page."
Jeri nodded slightly "Oh yeah, I remember. You were Diamond Dallas Paige's wife in WCW."
Alyssa still didn't know who the fuck the bitch was, but she did know that she had goon girls up in here with laser sighted shoulder strapped GUNS POINTED AT HER! Kimberly nodded at Jeri and told her with a shrug "The past is the past, he's my ex-husband and we're both better off for it."
"I know what you mean." Jeri sighed "So why have you brought us here?"
On cue, Kimberly gave her best showgirl motion and spread her arms out to show them this lovely ring "You're standing in it."
Alyssa looked at her like she was crazy "You kidnap me… so I can join some sort of wrestling league?"
Kimberly looked at her "You really have a hard time letting go, don't you Milano?" Kimberly dropped her arms "Or is it that you like kissing Shakira's ass?"
Jeri looked at Alyssa, who was quick to cry out "How'd you know about that!?" then she looked around muttering "Fuck are you people, peeping pervs? LOOK," she approached Kimberly… SLOWLY! Very… slowly "Look, I'm not interested in getting involved with some guy who"
"Alyssa?" Kimberly raised her hand halfway and spoke solemnly "Master Howard would have spoken to you himself, but I believe your ex-teammate knows why he's not here." Kimberly could tell that Ryan was studying her quite closely and clearly looking for a way out or something. I gotta keep an eye on her. Kimberly felt a little nervousness creep down her backside as she knew that under normal circumstances these two bitches would have ganged up on her by now and laid her the fuck out the way that their teammates were tastin tar elsewhere! Sorry, former, teammates!
She's wearing the same kind of collar as Chiaki, Lucy and Vivica. But Jeri felt Alyssa's beady little eyes glaring at her and she turned towards her slowly and let the bitter little brunette bitch see her bluest eye as she told Alyssa "I already ran into the aforementioned, 'Master Howard' while I was leaving the Diner." Alyssa listened intently as Jeri gave her the 411 "It appears that some of the malcontents of Stone Rage's Battle Zone are gravitating towards Geese." Alyssa still couldn't believe, I never even HEARRRRD OF THIS GUY, but Jeri continued "Geese has or had been, interested in joining the Battle Zone with a new stable of Vivica Fox, Lucy Liu and Chiaki Kuriyama."
Alyssa easily placed the first two, but "Chiaki Kuriyama? Japanese? OH, the Horror Queen of Mean!?!? Yeah, she was in a coupla movies in Japan." Alyssa blushed and smiled modestly "I'm known as a pop idol in Japan, go figure!"
Kimberly deadpanned "You did release those God awful records, didn't you?"
Alyssa's head snapped in Kimberly's direction "You are sooo lucky that I'm not bulletproof. I'd so kick your mini-skirted ass about now, 'kay!?"
Jeri cleared her throat and their attention was back on her "Alyssa? Your old friend Salma Hayek, has been trying to force her way into Geese's fledgling team."
But Alyssa pointed out "I've never even HEARD of this group!"
"Exactly, it appears, from what I've been able to gather. Salma and her boyfriend Penelope, have been trying to destroy the group while it's still not even off the ground. She appears to want in and is trying to show Geese that she should be in charge of it. Either way, she sent a whole buncha bitches to basically seek-and-destroy Lucy and the others. I saw Jennifer Love Hewitt fight with Chiaki Kuriyama and she ended up wearing her out and stripping her naked. I also saw her beat Lucy Liu"
"Jennifer Love Hewitt? Stopplaying!" Alyssa couldn't even go along with that one!
"I'm serious. Either way, he showed up at the scene none too happy. His 'agents' nearly pumped me and my car full of lead, but he jumped in front of the car and allowed me to escape. Clearly" she looked at Kimberly "the group that nabbed Alyssa and I, were already tailing me."
Kimberly nodded and took it from there "So as you can see? If our Master wanted you dead, hurt or harmed? You'd be quite injured, missing or dead."
"Can't say I care for how casual you are with the way you threw that out there." Alyssa did feel a sick shiver go down her spine as she realized that this bastard was playing with REAL POWER. Hmphf, so Sin City has a shadow to it, eh? Hmmmm, Alyssa was curious as to what this mystery man looked like "So then, why are we here?"
Jeri sighed as Kimberly re-stated "My Master has decided that he will start his own league." that got their attention "This is the Fight Zone, which is where the matches will be held." All three of them looked around as Kimberly walked around and motioned to the stands "It seats nearly 20,000! It is quite legal and it is where the Women's World Wrestling Federation will call its HOME! The W3W for short!"
For the life of her, "The W3W!?!? What the fuck?" Alyssa felt a shiver of excitement "What kinda name is the W3W!?!?"
"I like it." Jeri quipped.
"Figures you would." Alyssa sassed.
"Ladies, you have old scores to settle, BUT!? You have mutual enemies and situations that are now beyond your control."
Alyssa yelled at Kimberly "WHAT-R-U-TALKIN ABOUT!?!? GEN NEXT IS STRONGER THAN EVER UNDER MY LEADERSHIP!"
"Way to make it clear that things are fucked in your group Alyssa." Jeri deadpanned.
"SHUT UP! I'm not leaving the Battle Zone for this PIPEDREAM!"
"Think it over ladies, that's all. Just think it over. Brand new belts, new competitors from here and overseas. Ever wrestle a Japanese idol?" Kimberly saw the apprehension on Alyssa's face.
"I've seen Japanese women's wrestling…" she didn't say another word as even Jeri was wondering?
"What's the difference?" she finally asked.
"They actually know how to wrestle." Kimberly said flatly "They're quick, lethal and hungry to put on a top-notch match and wow the crowd with their moves. They're fearless in all honesty and they love big bitches like you and me. Gives them more to attack and if they win? Well, we look kinda pathetic to be honest."
Alyssa waved her off "Cut the crap! I already know that those bitches can be just as big as we are. They're like little fuckin TERRORIST! Runnin all over the fuckin place! Looks like kids on CRACK!"
Jeri, didn't relish the visual, but she did laugh "You still got a way with words."
For a moment Alyssa forgot herself and smiled and basked in the 'Hey, we ain't cool bitch.' "Hmmf, true."
Kimberly approached them and gave both of them cards "Not to worry, the Master will be pleased that I have at least made contact with you. As a small token of my apologies, please feel free to be the first to test out the Battle Zone Arena," she smiled slyly at them "and settle your differences." With that, Kimberly slowly switched her hips and walked her way out of the ring with "Don't worry. Unlike your teammates, no one will see what happened here. What stays in Vegas and all that. We'll be going now ladies, give it your best shot, okay?"
It wasn't long before Kimberly was making her way up the stairwell towards one of the entrance areas and the shadowy figures that stood in the various arena entrance area's were withdrawing…. Leaving only the tall, big-titted blond… and the short, big-titted brunette… the stage was set for a classic confrontation between the two former ABA bitches and both knew… that one of them would be added to the debris littering downtown Sin City already by the current roster of rude cornholed cunts! They didn't say anything to each other, but this entire arena had that freshly built feel and that new material minted smell… it was pretty fuckin arousing to know that some shadowy fucker was willing to bring them in when they'd practically destroyed Stone Rage's league and caused him more than enough trouble, however? They both also saw the fact that this guy wasn't gonna bullshit but so far. Even his fuckin flunky came fully equipped for final and fatal "negotiations" if either of these bitches got outta line.
Alyssa took her shirt off, here's my chance ta finally pay at least one of those bitches back for BACKSTABBING ME! She tossed her shirt out of the ring and savored the fact that there was NO REF, no CROWD, NO NOTHING! Just you and me, RYAN! Just the thought makes me horny as HELL! One of us is gonna get laid the fuck out lewd and rude! All bullshit aside a part of Alyssa could see Jeri walking away, leaving her stripped naked with her bra around her fuckin NECK! And her panties stuffed in her fuckin MOUTH!
She knew that bitch Kimberly or more of Geese's girl goons would double back and scrape her ass up off of this mat and take her to him. And maybe, maybe… that was the thing? Too much time battling for control of the ABA, battling for control of her career… and hanging out with Ripley, Stella, Hugo, and Lucy! Her four little DOGS! But… as she kept her eye on Jeri, she knew that this was a NEWWWWW PLACE! A place that she could possibly gain the fame and glory that had eluded her as an ABA member AND as the leader of Gen Next. Fuck those bitches, this guys a hardcore bad ass with the fuckin balls to actually KIDNAP someone from off the FUCKIN STREET! Plus that bitch Salma is around here somewhere? Bitches like Jennifer Love Hewitt are actually winning FIGHTS!?!? The fuckin apocalypse is upon us if that bitch is winning!
Jeri could see the gears workin in Alyssa's greedy little empty HEAD! So here we are again, ay IDIOT?!?! No way, no chance! I already intended to see whether or not Geese was worth a damn. Last thing I need is your trash bag tramp-ass around here. Always trying to be smarter than you are… you never listen and you won't learn either, till your ass gets put in a sling or your knocked even more loopy than you already are. Jeri took her shirt off and made sure her bra was strapped on tight as she watched Alyssa like a hawk. No way after what just went down tonight, will the ABA even THINK TO LOOK MY WAY WITH THIS KIND OF POWER BACKING ME UP!
I play my cards right, and I can be top dog around here almost from opening day. But the last thing I need, the absolute LAST THING I NEED… is pieces of the past traipsing along for the fuckin ride to ruin things! I've had a chance to scout his "main bitches", they don't impress me, especially if Salma's stupid ass can outsmart and outmaneuver them. But you, she smirked at Alyssa, you? You're always coming up with some annoying scheme to get your way. But after I lay you down once and for all, then the door will be wide open and I can just walk right in. Twice I had the chance to be War Queen and TWICE I WAS DENIED WHAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE! Tonight, the ABA has met its end, it doesn't matter how they try to trudge on… those bitches are FINISHED! How fuckin cool is it that I have the chance to get into a BRAND NEW LEAGUE, over the broken body of the bitch that has a fuckin BEAT DOWN, NAMED AFTER HER!
They'd emptied their pockets and were down to black bras and black pants! With a deep breath and determined look, Alyssa advanced towards the center of the ring while Jeri cautiously approached. They didn't say shit to each other. Their eyes exchanged all the talking that they needed to do!
Truth be told, both these bad ass bitches had seen more than their share of losses, losing key matches that mattered or not holding on to their ill-gotten-gains that they'd greedily pilfered from participants in the Battle Zone League. But no matter how they got their grubby little hands on gold, as they circled each other, they both knew, that they ALWAYS LOST IT! One of them was gonna get ridden into this fuckin wrestling ring MAT! And the other one was gonna have exclusive bragging rights to get off to a GREAT START IN THIS NEW LEAGUE! No tricks, no GIMMICKS, no interference, no excuses and no QUARTER! THEY LOCKED UP!
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