-{ Prologue }- [ The Past . . . ]

Anarchy Wrestling … it seemed like a dream that so long ago she was a champion. It seemed so long ago that everything had been going so perfectly in her world. It wasn’t that the present wasn’t entertaining, profitable, and busy. But she missed that adrenaline rush that came with wrestling in front of hundreds of thousands of fans screaming for her. The past few months had seen the reopening of the strip club she had first been discovered in. Johnny had taken the title by not-so-civil means and was letting angel run it while he did his own business dealings through the establishment. As time passed, however, she was starting to grow tired of the problems that Johnny’s “associates” brought to the table. Too many nights she had been required to mop blood from the walls of her precious club because negotiations had taken a hostile turn. But, she loved him - at least she thought she did - and she hoped that the feelings were still mutual. When Johnny had taken over his own part of the business, he had become more agitated, easier to anger, and quick to strike her if she stood in the way of his plans. Even her perfect skills could not hide the marks that Johnny had been leaving more and more often on her skin.

-{ Scene One }- [ It's Just Good Business . . . ]

It was another bustling night at the club. Angel was already happy with the draw they had gotten. Since she had taken over it seemed the morale of her customers along with her workers had improved. She was behind the bar, wearing her normal black t-shirt and cut-off shorts, showing off her toned stomach and cleavage, wiping off the counter as her latest patrons went off to watch the dancers, leaning on the bar she watched the door for new people. Life was pretty good. She knew she'd be going back to her contract in AwF soon, and she knew that she would draw in even more people once she started setting up her "Mayhem Mischief Mondays" again. Who could pass up wrestling and dancing? She smirked, pouring out a drink for herself and grinning. As she looked around the club, sipping on her drink, she spotted a group of men sat drinking. Amongst them was a familiar face and a major blast from her recent past - John Cena. Laughing as he chatted with his friends and drunk his beer, he was obviously unaware of Angel's presence - dressed in a pair of dark blue faded jeans and a black t-shirt. Angel smirked, pulling aside one of her bartenders assigned for the area, and asked what all of them were drinking. She smiled, and grabbed a tray with a fresh load of drinks, and sauntered over to the group. She smiled at them all.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well now how are you boys doing tonight? How does a round on the house sound hmmm?

Angel smiled cordially, leaning over the booth slightly. John, anticipating it being a hot female, turned around to take his drink, and gawked at Angel's cleavage for a few seconds before his eyes scanned up to her face and he realized who it was, almost dropping his drink as he took it, his friends drowning out the conversation before it could start as they all began talking to her and taking their drinks. Angel gave him a coy smirk, and licked her lips, looking over at all the men. she smiled, and looked over at John.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : When you guys need another round why don't you go on ahead and send this one up for it? I might be convinced to give you guys a couple of free passes to the VIP lounge

Every single one of them, apart from John, wolf-whistled and stared at her backside as she strutted away and back to the bar. Cena sipped on his drink as the men continued their conversations, no longer paying attention to the conversation as he looked at Angel from a distance. Angel sat working at the bar, cleaning up and leaning across the counter, throwing momentary glances towards the group of men as she worked, business as usual. After a prolonged period of time, the group had finished their drinks and had pushed John until he agreed to go to the bar. He slowly approached Angel - their long history of love, lust, hatred and anger all crossing his mind as he got to the bar, unsure of how to behave or what to say.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : ...Another round?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : alright then ....

Angel turned and leaned over into the chest to grab their beers, uncapping them and handing them over to him with a smile.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Seems your friends are having a good time. If you want, I could get Velour to take you all back into the vip room for ‘em.

John turned to see an attractive blonde swaying her hips and teasing his friends, who were pulling money from their pockets like there was no tomorrow.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Well I'm not interested...but it certainly looks like they would be. Then again, I'm sure they'd be happy with any of the girls in this joint.

John smirked as he took his beer, taking a sip.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well I could always send them away, and you could head upstairs into my office and have a few more drinks, relax away from prying eyes. [she smiled simply]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Whatever works. I'm not sure my friends would understand but if your friend keeps teasing them like she is, I'm not sure they'd even notice I was gone. You...returning to AwF?

He rose his eyebrows out of curiosity.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well I think I kind of have to. I mean an ass-kicker like me has to show up and give the newbies some competition. Johnny can run the club for me until I get back.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Johnny huh? You’re still hanging around him? You know he’s bad luck and all that.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I don’t know … seems to be alright as long as things go his way. But enough about that ... so ... you want your friends to have fun with that girl? you don't have to deal with them while they're being teased. I know this isn't your scene

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I don't know about that. You made it my scene a few times in private, thats for sure. And I'm sure you've taught these girls how to torment.

He winked, leaning on the bar.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : But of course i did. Like I said it's your choice. They can have the vip suite for the night. and you can either join them, or i can let one of the girls take over the bar, head upstairs, pour a real drink and reminisce about the days when we weren't trying to kill one another.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I guess we have a lot to reminisce about. And while Velour is obviously very attractive...I doubt she can have your...talents. I guess its a case of once you've been teased by the best, you won't want the rest?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Perhaps. I figured I'd give you a choice. I mean really. Do you want to deal with your friends slobbering over one of the girls?

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Not at all. Where's your office?

He smiled, hopping over the bar - not waiting for an invitation. Angel smiled and led him up a set of circular stairs, up to a small office that overlooked the club. She opened up her small bar, flicking on the lights and grabbing herself a bottle and a glass, before sitting down on her leather couch, offering a chair across from her. He sat down, smiling a little.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : So, which Angel do I deal with right now? The Angel that I first met, the flirtatious, hot beauty with a good heart, or the one that I pissed off, the one that knew she could get inside my head, and then smash it open with a lead pipe?

He tilted his head at her, opening his can of beer.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Perhaps a heady mix of all three. But I can tell you the last thing I'm thinking about is bashing your head with a pipe.

She smiled, and relaxed, taking a drink. John thought about her response for a moment before laughing and getting comfortable..

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : That means that you see yourself as a flirtatious hot beauty with a good heart, who can still get inside my head. Mm, still no shortage of confidence either then?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : i run one of the most successful clubs on the eastern seaboard. Do you really think I would lose that confidence? I will never lose that ability my dear.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Exactly. You run it. Lost the confidence to perform? Or are you so hot that the punters throw money at you without you taking off a thing nowadays?

He'd always loved her confidence to get whatever she wanted, in some way.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I dance on occasion ... Just not lately. Why waste my talent for a few dollars? I only do ... private shows now. [she smirked]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Oh yeah? Well I believe you've still got it...I guess... [ He smirked jokingly, as he finished his beer. ] You'd still lose yo' concentration around me, just like you always did.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh really now ... are you so sure about that? [she smiled, and leaned over, sliding a piece of ice along her lips. ]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I knew challenging you would lead to a fun little encounter... [ Cena responded by flexing his bulging right bicep, winking. ] See that? Thats power. Power I can use pretty effectively in various situations.

Angel stood up, and pulled her shirt off, leaving her in a little black lace bra, sliding up to straddle him on the chair, smirking.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : See, then you take the game too far and give me no prayer of responding. Its just not fair.

He smiled, her cleavage in his face.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh mister big shot ... you can't handle my body? This is far from the most you've ever seen of it. [she smirked, and ground into his lap[

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Oh I can handle it. Most men would be unconscious right now, yeah?

He grinned, leaning back into the chair.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I build up an immunity to these things. You know I had to fight off enough women in AwF to last a lifetime.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : But you never fought me off now did you? [she pressed against him, licking her lips, rubbing ehr body against him, her hands slidign up over her chest.]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I do have to...confess, that you were the one I struggled with. You always seemed to find a way to provide the distraction that would lead to me getting my ass kicked.

John smirked, tensing up a little - seeing Angel again was the last thing he'd expected after so long.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : [ leaning forward and licking up against his ear ] now now ... I must admit you were one of my challenges as well. But I still don't mind taking you on [she grinned, and rubbed her hands down his neck]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Mm, at least if I keep you in this position I can't see that hypnotic backside of yours...

He smirked, his hands resting on her lower back to stop her getting up or turning around. Angel smirked, and grabbed his hands, sliding them down along her backside, grinding her hips into him with a sly smile.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Geez, you never stop, huh?

John tried to maintain composure, lowering his hands away from her perfect curves, licking his lips again.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Maybe I need to find a conversation topic to stop you from blowing my mind...hmm...

He started to try and think of a topic to keep calm amidst her ruthless teasing.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well ... I don't exactly have to blow yoru ... mind [she winked, and sat back] John; Ohh damn. You'll be pulling out one of your lollipops next. [laughing a little at her teasing] I get it. You're hot enough to get your way. Hell, you sway yo' hips like that walkin' down the sidewalk and you MUST cause car crashes. Seems inevitable to me...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Actually all I am offering is ... a treaty. Since you and me are going to be in the AwF ... perhaps it's best that we're not at one another's throats, hmm? I know we have a ... tempestuous past, but I say lets ... put that all aside. and be ... friends. [she smiled, running a hand through her hair]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : And you were sure I'd accept if you took your t-shirt off first? Well I give you credit, again, because it worked. A truce, treaty, whatever ya' wanna' call it...it sounds good to me.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I figured it'd make you think twice about saying no. [she smiled, and leaned back to get her drink, smirking at him] besides it's hot in here.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Certainly is now...not sure it was before you took your shirt off. But trust me, I'm not complainin' about it. You've got what you wanted to achieve, you can get off my lap now.

He winked playfully.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Friends, remember?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Aww ... you don't want the benefits package to go along with it? [she stood up and went to grab her shirt, sitting down on the couch]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Oh I do...I just don't want to give into you 5 minutes after I meet you again. I can't allow you to think you have THAT much power over me.

He winked, puffing out his cheeks as if through relief that she was backing off for a second.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : So when do you finish and head home?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well ... I don't really have a home right now. [she stood up and walked around, and he would notice a trunk by the desk that seemed to have clothes stacked in it, and the makings for bedding by the couch.] i've been kindo f ... absorbed in my work you could say

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : You live in your office? With the money you're raking in from this place?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Most of it's been going through Johnny's hands lately. He's been out of town, and I can't get back into the bank account [she said with a small smile] he forgot to give me the access to it. So until he gets back from Rome, I'm kinda stuck.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Wow, that kinda sucks. And you didn't know anyone you could stay with? Or too many girls worried about losing their boyfriends? [winks]

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I decided to just stay here. Save the trouble of it all.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Well you know I have spare rooms. You can always crash at my place. Ya' know, since we're 'friends'. But I warn you, if I have any girls over, ya'll have to make yourself scarce...[winking]

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well, I guess that would say the same if I broguth some girls over with me [she winked, and put on a shirt]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : You really do never stop huh?

He gritted his teeth, standing up.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I am just telling the truth baby [she smiled and grabbed her duffel bag, to grab a few things to go with him]

John shook his head, holding off a laugh as he picked up her trunk.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : You know where I live. You get things straightened out here, and I'll leave you a key.

He smiled as he headed for the door.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I will be there later tonight then [she smiled] don't worry about your friends. they will be will taken care of

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Oh I know. I'm sure you teach well. N' I'm clever enough to get down the stairs first rather than following yo' ass and ending up dizzy with watchin' you sway.

He winked, heading for the stairs.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : See ya' later.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh don't worry. You'll see plenty of my ass if I'm staying with you. You know me. I don't believe in clothing when there's no one I would be ashamed to be naked around [she winked]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : 'Aight...so now I fall down the stairs thinkin' about that. Great.

He laughed as he headed down the stairs, making his way out of the club.

-{ Scene Two }- [ For a Moment, Everything Stops . . . ]

Angel had gotten to John’s house easily enough, taking a taxi and stopping just outside his door. She rang the bell, and heard ‘I’ll be right down!’ from the intercom. She smirked, and flipped open her phone, scrolling through the numbers to find Vince Russo’s. She pulled the phone up to her ear, and smirked. She heard the person on the other line, though they seemed to be out of breath or something of the sort. She decided she’d make the phone call quick.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Hey Monique it’s Angel. Listen, I just wanted to find out from Uncle Vince when he needed me to show up at the arena for my promo shots and to get my match lineup … anyway I can talk to him?

There was a pause, as the voice started to crack on the other side. The tone changed to somber.

Voice: There’s been an accident. You’re uncle … he’s … he was shot … and … I’m sorry Angel … he … he didn’t make it.

Angel’s eyes widened, as the phone dropped from her hands, falling to the cement below her, shattering to a thousand pieces as she slid down the building’s wall, her head in her hands, fingers gripping into her hair as she shook her head, tears starting to fall down her eyes. She began to sob, her arms wrapping about her legs. The voice of John Cena was heard walking down the stairs, unable to see her.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Weren't ya' supposed to be comin' upstairs ages ag-

He reached the foot of the stairs, seeing her and approaching slowly, speaking softly.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : What's happened?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : It .... Vince ... I just found out ... that he ....

Angel was distraught. The last piece of family she had known was now gone from her. She looked up, staring at him for a moment, before trying to hide her face, grabbing into her hair again, running her hands shakily through it.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : He what?

He leaned down, trying to pick her up.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : He's gone! He's gone ... why .... who would ... why would ... oh god John he's gone!

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : He's gone where? You have t' talk sense Angel, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : He .... he's dead, John. He ... He was shot. And he's dead... and ... oh god ...

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : John: He's dead?

John found it difficult to hide his own indifference at the news - he'd never got along with Russo anyway.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : You need to..process all of this. C'mon...get some sleep. You can deal wit' all this crap in the morning. You need rest.

Angel looked at John, biting her lip.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : How can I sleep with news like this? John .... I can't ... I don't ...

Angel was shivering, leaning against him. John picked her up, leading her towards the stairs.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Ya' can't deal wit' this now. Theres nothin' you can do about it...just head off. You have to lay down, you'll be able to deal wit' it in the mornin'. You have a huge match on Monday night...don't let this get the better of ya'.

Angel looked over at him as they headed up the stairs.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I ... I think I need a drink. [rubbing her eyes]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Thats not gonna' help Angel...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : It'll help me sleep at least ...

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : John: Aight. Get into bed and I'll bring you a drink.

Angel smirked, looking around his apartment, even in her shocked state, she was able to notice the attempt to clean it up. She walked over towards the couch, pulling at her shirt. John returned with her drink, handing it to her as he sat down. Angel stretched out on the couch, grabbing a blanket, and taking the drink.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I ... 'love' what you've done with the place [winks]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Eh, I tried. You shouldn't even be noticing things like that right now. You have far too much goin' on in that head of yours, just finish your drink and sleep. You have a lot to deal wit', I know that.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'm trying to take my mind off it and you tell me to just drink and sleep? Wow ... [smirks] most guys would be trying to figure out how to get my mind of fthe situation and onto them.

Angel slugs the drink back and hands the glass over.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : You know thats not my style. I can go one night without havin' my mind blown. I could do wit' the rest myself. [winks]

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I guess i can take that as an answer ... [smirks]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : I jus' can't believe you haven't finished that drink yet. Its normally long gone by now.

He said almost as a challenge, wrapping the blanket around her comfortably.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'm far from in my right state of mind right now. Trust me. I'm not even trying to figure out how to get you to stay in here with me tonight. [smiles]

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Well that is a rarity. It wouldn't work anyway, 'cos you need your rest.

He kissed her gently, before slowly standing up.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Good night.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Night John ... Maybe I'll be better suited to tormenting you in the morning.

Chain Gang Commander [ John Cena ] : Maybe so..

He winked, leaving her to rest. Angel laid back and shut her eyes, trying to simply forget everything. It would be a while before she fell into a fitful rest, tossing and turning the night away.

-{ Scene Three }- [ It's Just a Head Game Now . . . ]

Angel stood before the heavy black punching bag that hung from the ceiling before her. She tightened her gloves, adjusting the black leather over her taped wrists, warming up her muscles, pushing her hands out to rotate the sockets. She rolled her neck, and bounced on her feet slightly, starting to take a few soft punches. Her mind always seemed to clear when she worked out, and now more than ever she needed to clear her mind for the task ahead. With everything going to chaos around her she needed to find some type of serenity to hold onto.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I can’t let this get to me … I can’t let this weigh on me. I have to do the best I can out there. Hold nothing back. Uncle Vince would have wanted it that way. It’s up to me. He has no kids, no other family. I’m one of the last Russo’s left. I have to keep the legacy he started alive. It’s on my shoulders now. It’s going to be a long road, but I have to make that asshole proud of me even as he looks up … or down … from us from wherever he ended up.

Angel slammed her hands into the punching bag in front of her, starting to breathe heavy, as she let her eyes close half way. Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead, matting into her hair as she bounced on her heels, ducking and weaving, slipping side to side as the Everlast bag groaned on it’s chains.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Trish Stratus … she’s one tough cookie. She’s going to be hard to take down. She’s got staying power, she’s been a champion more times than I even bother to remember. She’s got an ego, and she’s not going to take a loss easily. She’s going to pull out all the stops. I gotta get into her head, I gotta get past her tough exterior and exploit what little weakness she might have. I’m gonna have to get on top of my game and fast. Step up to the standard. Quick. Can’t let my guard down. Can’t let her get one up on me. I CANT! I cannot let her beat me and embarrass uncle Vince. If he were here, and I lost, he’d never let me live it down. Not now. I’m a former champion too I gotta be able to deal with her!

Angel spun, kicking the bag, making it swing out. She ducked to the side as it over swung, nearly clocking into her. She slid back and stopped it’s force with a heavy punch, groaning at the impact as she started the routine again.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : One. Two. Three. Gotta make it clean. Can’t play dirty, can’t pull this one outta my ass. I gotta run into this knowing that I have to win. It’s like my goddamn life depends on it. Hell it might as well. Who knows where Vince’s killer is and if he’s gonna come for me? Who knows when our last days are gonna go. I gotta fight. I gotta go out on top and play this one like it’s my last match. Gotta have heart. Skill ain’t gonna be enough. Trish is gonna be the hardest one to beat in this one. I’m still a rookie compared to these people. I’m green. I’ve paid my dues but that’s far from an amazing thing. Many have come before me, and many will go behind me. I gotta prove that I’m something special. I’m Angel fucking Russo! I gotta prove I live up to his name and exceed! I gotta make sure that no one forgets who I am. No one ever questions who I am, what I’m about. Yeah I came from a hard life, but that doesn’t matter. I gotta make this worth it. I gotta get this one. Make an impact. Get that first win under my belt. Get the ball rolling well.

She held the bag and jammed a knee up, turning sideways to kick the bag again, not ducking it this time and letting the bag hit her full force. She groaned, but held up, staggering back a step, but lining up a haymaker and slamming her fist into the bag, starting to speed up. Her shirt was coated in sweat, her hair was damp against her back. Her hands were getting slick with her perspiration. Her breathing was now hard, panting and sucking in air, bobbing, weaving, a determined look about her face.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I just gotta remember - Trish is just as rusty as I am. She’s the same as I am. She’s just a woman. She’s nothing special. She’s got her blonde hair and her fake tits and her veneered smile. She’s got her nice clothes and her fans and … she’s like every other female wrestler in this business. She is nothing but a name. A name that was given to her by her fans. By the people she’s been kissing up to most of her life. The people she’s worked for, worked with. The injuries she’s taken. She is only a sum of her parts, just like I am. But I have my heart, I have my desire. She may too, but I just have to put stock that mine is harder, mine is fresher, and that mine can surpass hers when it comes down to it. She may be hard to beat, but she’s a far cry from unbeatable. She can get a loss just as easily as I can. Easily. One Two Three. Simple as that. Simple as anything else. Just gotta keep focused. She only knows so much. She can only take so much of a beating. She can only hold on for so long. I just have to hold on a three count longer than she does. I just have to work for three seconds longer. I have to just survive a little longer than her and it’s done. It’s over. She’s one notch down. I just have to be three seconds better than Trish Stratus. Just. Three. Seconds. Longer. And it’s done.

Angel pulled her fists down, and pulled back from the bag. She reached over and grabbed her bottle of Gatorade, pouring some of it into her mouth, taking a breather. She calmed down as best she could, letting her pulse slow, letting her breathing steady. She was starting to feel better. A lot better. She stripped off the gloves, looking at her slightly swollen hands, rubbing them and drying them on her hand towel. She mopped her towel over her face, around her neck, along her arms. She sat down on the bench, closing her eyes for a moment and smiling. She stretched up onto her heels, and rolled her shoulders, bouncing a bit on her heels. She looked around, as if unsure of where to go next. She finally decided, grabbing her towel she stretched out in front of the bench, laying her legs on the ledge, and starting to do an inclined pushup, looking straight ahead.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Then there’s this Kassandra Pierce chick. This one’s so new she doesn’t even know the history she’s coming into. Who am I? Who AM I? I will tell you who I am! I am Angel Russo. Former Baddest Bitch Champion. I’m the woman that took joy Giovanni and threw her through Malice in the Looking Glass. I’m the woman who was starting to set new standards for determination in this federation. I don’t like people that don’t respect the history they are walking into. And this one? I don’t know. Something don’t seem right about her. But it doesn’t matter. She’s too new to be worrying over. I’ve got experience over her. She wants to call me fucking retarded? That was a foolish move. Redundant? Stupid? Who in the hell does this little whore think she is? She thinks she can come in here and traipse over my good name? She doesn’t even know what she’s talking about. Yeah back the last time I was here, I was still new to the game but after AwF I went to Japan. I’ve been trained by some of the hardest, the toughest. And they don’t even know what I’m bringing to the table now! The new owner can see the determination in my eyes. And I will be good and god damned if I’m going to let some two bit punk come in here, insult my family, insult my fallen uncle, and traipse in here and win a title shot! That ISNT happening! I don’t care what I have to do to her. She hasn’t earned the right to have a fair fight with me yet. I don’t care what happens to her, I don’t care what I have to do … I’m going to take this one down a peg and show her that there is a pecking order in AWF and she is coming in not even on the bottom rung - but on the ground, dazed by the sun above her. Little bitch needs to learn who’s the leaders in this area, and who are the peons at the feet of the rest. I mean this girl is nothing but a fucking slut! I have more respect for myself - and I’m a fucking former stripper! What is this woman thinking. That anyone is going to take her seriously talking about how people are turning her on? This isn’t the WEW. This isn’t the WWE. This is Anarchy Fucking Wrestling, and we don’t care who you want to sleep with. We’re about the carnage. We’re about the violence. Take your little lesbian tendencies and get them the fuck out of here! I gotta shut this one up just to say I did!

Angel stopped, and grinned, hopping back up to her feet, stretching her arms out behind her, popping her neck in it’s socket, and rocking her hips to adjust her spine. She was feeling good now, her blood was pumping, the adrenaline like a long forgotten drug running through her veins. She was happy. She gazed around again, she noticed the bar across the room and the steps in front of it. She traversed the expanse of the room, and climbed up the steps, grabbing onto the bar and flipping herself to put her knees cradling the bar between her thigh and calf, suspending her to the floor. She heard the sickening pop of her back aligning itself, groaning form the sudden shift in equilibrium. Clasping her hands behind her head, she began to curl herself upward.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : And then there was Beulah … Beulah … sounds like a bad name for trailer trash. How fucked up was her mother when they came up with that name? I remember her … she was hot shit back in ECW … at least as long as she was sleeping with Paul Heyman. Well tootsie ain’t here to help you now. You’re in with the wolves. And if you think for a moment that Dawn Marie, or whomever in the hell you want to bring with you is going to help you you’ve got another thing coming. I don’t have any respect for you because what have you done? Nothing. In ANY federation. You probably don’t even know why you are in this match and what it stands for. And frankly? I don’t care. You just need to stay the fuck out of my way while I barrel through everything and get what I really deserve. I’m going to pick up where I left off when I left AWF the last time - gold. You ain’t shit but a card-filler. Low level, jobbing little shit. I don’t even know why they put you in this match. Didn’t think a three way would be interesting enough? Or they just felt sorry that you’d be the only one that wasn’t in a match. Hell I bet your own bed sheets could beat you and you willingly lay under those! You look weak as hell, and your rhetoric is even more pathetic. Can’t even take the proper time to talk shit! I’m far from impressed here. Maybe this is to warm me up for something more … important? I don’t know. All I know, is that I’d be highly surprised if my Monday night, people didn’t forget who the hell this Beulah bitch is compared to what they’ll be saying about me. The world-renowned Angel Russo is back, and is at the top of her game. Against all obstacles, against all odds. I will be the best… just watch me.

Angel let herself down from the bar, and grinned, pulling her towel around her neck and leaving the gym, all the while not knowing that her words were being recorded by an interviewer outside of the training room. She was accosted the moment she left the room, the lights of the camera enough to make her roll her eyes at.

The Nosy Interviewer [ The Coach ]: Some pretty strong words for your opponents there Angel! So tell me-

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : [cutting him off] For one what the hell are you doing watching me while I’m training. Two, what I have to say when I’m in there was NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. But if you must know, my words are not unfounded. Stop me when I lie. So tell you? Tell you what? I’ve said more than I need to about these people. My actions on Mayhem, will speak louder than volumes of words, and all the banter is useless when it comes down to endurance, and heart. What it REALLY takes to be a champion. Not the little bitch fighting that comes from all these newbies coming in here and running their mouths to get some air time. I lead by example. And you will SEE what I can do when it comes down to mayhem. So if there’s nothing else, get the fuck out of my way, and go find someone else to mess with, LEECH.

The Nosy Interviewer [ The Coach ]: B-but!

Angel pushes past him, shaking her head, as she walks down the hallway, laughing.

The Nosy Interviewer [ The Coach ]: Well you heard it here first Ladies and Gentleman - Angel Russo’s all about action when it comes to her match on Monday Night Mayhem!

The scene cuts, as Coach shakes his head, Angel disappearing around the corner.