Tonight, i had a choice to make. I had to decide who I would face for the AwF Baddest Bitch Championship. Ever since you came back, you've been walking around with a silver spoon in your mouth, acting like you don't care about being here. You act like you're too big for this business all because of what you did at WrestleMayhem, and it made me sick. You did something not a lot of people have done. You Main Evented WrestleMayhem. You beat Rey Mysterio Jr. You became the AwF Undisputed Anarchy World Heavyweight Champion. And most of all, you became an AwF Legend. You have yet to prove to me that you even deserve to be a legend. And that is why i choose YOU to be my opponent for the AwF Baddest Bitch Championship!

So that would seal the deal. I had made my choice, and whether it was the right choice or the wrong I would be stuck with it. I would now have to take on Lizzy Borden - an AwF Legend to get the championship. The last time I had won the title it had been against Joy Giovanni. It seems like a million years ago by now. Last time I had won it through my blood, sweat and tears. This time it might just be luck of the draw. Am I really ready to take care of business and defeat this woman - a Legend in her own right? Can I really do it? I guess we will just have to see . . .

Johnny was drunk. Angel could smell it the moment she walked up into her office. She was justified when she followed the trail of bottles from the door towards the futon, where the Italian lay sprawled shirtless on the small cot. Angel approached slowly, seeing the man sleeping. She sighed and shook her head, accidentally kicking a bottle as she passed. The lumbering man woke, and flailed out for her leg, catching it.

The Italian Bull [ Johnny Stamboli ] : Heyyy … Ange! C’mere! I wanna see ya’s.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Johnny you’re drunk. I’m just going to go sleep in the lounge.

The Italian Bull [ Johnny Stamboli ] : No noooo no! C’mere!

Johnny grabbed her, pulling her atop him. She gasped in shock, smelling the vodka on his breath, nearly becoming nauseous. Johnny held her firm, however, and started to nuzzle against her.

The Italian Bull [ Johnny Stamboli ] : Oh Ange … I’m sorry I’m such a cafone sometimes baby … I’m always so stressed and … ah Ange please … look at … look-hic!- look at me!

Johnny grabbed her chin and pulled her around, making her look down at him.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Johnny … please just let me go … you’re so drunk … please just lay down and go to sleep.

The Italian Bull [ Johnny Stamboli ] : No! Angie listen to me … ya’know I love ya’s …. I just … I juss dunno hows to shows it ya’know. And … seeing you with those .. .cafone’s … well it was makin’ me sicks to my stomach! I just … dun wan no punta-chasin’ jerk off to hurt my perfect lil Angie.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Johnny if you really loved me then you wouldn’t treat me like shit. Cut it out. Just let me go.

The Italian Bull [ Johnny Stamboli ] : Awww Ange don’t be this way! Come on … I want you ….

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Leave me alone Johnny …

Angel shoved him, and topped off the futon. She scrambled up and looked at him. Johnny waved his hand away at him, and turned his head back, instantly falling to sleep. Angel shook her head, and headed down the stairs, to go lay down in one of the lounges for the night.

Angel sat in the club, having woke up in the dim morning light. She looked around at the club - so quiet, so empty. The light shone in from the windows near the top of the bar, illuminating only half of the club, the rest left to dim shadows that played tricks with the eyes along the walls. It was eerily peaceful at this time of day. She stood up, and moved to the bar, fixing herself a light drink. She hauled herself up onto the bar top, hanging her legs over the sides, swinging them gently as she began to think aloud.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : So this is what it comes down to. A woman who got her claim to fame over a little ole history tale about a child serial killer. Lizzy Borden took an axe … too bad you’ve never done anything that could warrant you being able to supercede the ideals of a washed up urban legend and to promote it as if you lived it yourself. Truth be told, I’d be amazed if you ever had harmed a fly, let alone, ever killed anyone. So instead you hide behind a story that school kids tell when they’re at recess, instead of making a true name for yourself. You hide behind a lie, to save yourself the embarrassment of admitting that all you are is a fraud. You don’t deserve to be an AwF legend, you don’t even deserve to be in this federation! I gave you a shot at the title because I knew that in the end it would be easy enough to take you down and simply regain the belt I should have never had to forfeit in the first place. Simple enough, Lizzy Borden, you’re axe won’t help you now, if you even know how to swing it correctly, let alone how to aim for the throat. You will be little competition when it comes down to Monday Night Mayhem. For once Lizzy, no one’s getting whacked, but you.

Angel stood up, and went to grab her duffel bag and head out, her thoughts cleared.