High Roller Wrestling Presents: All In Episode Four Results

BACKSTAGE
We see the Adams Twins seated on a production crate backstage, dressed to compete and looking quite serious. Erica Jackson is there to conduct a pre-match interview with the Twins.

Erica Jackson: "Alysha, Kenzie, you were knocked out of the tag team tournament last week, how does…"

Alysha Adams: "Oh my God… Stop. Talking!"

Kenzie Adams: "We know we lost last week, kay? We don't need you to remind us. And quite frankly, our fans are sick of hearing about it too."

Alysha Adams: "So we WON'T be answering any questions about last week's match. Next."

Erica Jackson: "Okay… Coming up shortly you face the Bauer's. They've won a lot of championships before, is that giving you any pause for concern?"

Kenzie responds by mimicking Erica in a mocking tone.

Kenzie Adams: "They've won a lot of championships before."

Alysha Adams: "Every team we go up against has won titles before. It's High Roller Wrestling, Erica, we knew the teams were tough when we signed up."

Kenzie Adams: "But we're just as tough as any other team here. Especially the Bauer's."

Erica nods her head softly.

Erica Jackson: "You girls have been one of the teams innovating and showing us new things every week. Can we look forward to seeing something new tonight as well?"

The twins look at each other, exchanging a smirk.
Alysha Adams: "We don't want to give the game away, but there's a reason why the Adams Twins make must-see TV every week. You'll just have to watch and see."

Alysha smiles before hopping off the crate and walking off for the match. Kenzie grins confidently at Erica.

Kenzie Adams: "Hashtag."

She hops off of the crate and runs off to join her sister. The camera pans to Erica for a moment before fading out.

BACKSTAGE
Earlier Today

Steven Bauer is seen walking around backstage

Steven Bauer: Hey you dipshit. Yeah you with the stupid hat. First off the Las Vegas Knights suck so toss that hat in the trash. Secondly where the hell i my brother?

The worker shrugs his shoulders causing Steven to give him a dirty look and then makes the guy flinch as he thought Steven was going to strike. He laughs and walks off asking employees about Michael as he makes his way down the hall until he finally finds Mike in catering.

Steven Bauer: What the hell are you doing Mike? We have a match to get ready for and once again its against a female team and we all know they are all cheaters who can't compete fairly with the guys.

Mike looks at his brother and then looks back to the table in front of him and picks up a bouquet of black roses.

Michael Bauer: Don’t worry those twins won’t be a problem and we will teach them a lesson but first I need to give these to my future queen.

Steven rolls his eyes

Steven Bauer: You do know that the pink haired girl is not going to be your queen. What are you going to do kidnap her like you did Callista when you wanted her as your queen?

Michael Bauer: If I need to. She will be mine and it will be glorious besides Callista was a false Queen but this time shall be different.

Michael walks off with his flowers as Steven shakes his head

Steven Bauer: Idiot. When are you going to learn little brother? While you are out trying to get your Queen I will be coming up with a plan to bury some twins!

Steve grabs a chair and starts to walk away

Steven Bauer: Hit them with chairs sounds like a good plan to me.

BACKSTAGE
Echo Layne was flirting it up with Tyson Gregory backstage. Blushing, her face probably bright pink. Alex interrupted them. Alex with her hands upon her hips and a very very serious look up on her face looked at Echo.

Alex Monroe: Hey? I thought we talked about this? You don't need any more distractions.

Alex looked at Tyson quickly eyeballing him as the distraction and looked back at Echo. If Tyson wasn't so heavy, Alex probably would've thrown him just like she did with Echos phone.

Alex Monroe: We have important business to focus on, Echo. Tag Titles, being number one and having the best team work.

Echo Layne: Oh, we do and are .. I am completely focused..

Echo said that as she looked at Tyson, he was hot.

Echo Layne: On Chloe.. one hundred percent focused. She won't know what hit her, she won't know what's coming. Pink Nightmare coming in hot.

Echo looked at Alex.

Echo Layne: Are you focused? I mean with your wedding coming up?

Alex crossed her arms at Echo trying to change the subject. Alex looked at Tyson.

Alex Monroe: Don't you have somewhere to be? Don't you have another girl to entertain?

Echo was furious at the thought of that. If that was Alex's way of motivating her it worked.

Echo Layne: Don't worry, like I said, I got this. It's all the same, people talk and talk about how they can beat us and then fail.

Tyson walked away, but Echo mouthed to him to call her as he was walking away. Because HE'S hot and that accent lord.

Echo Layne: Tonight, it's my night and I will come out on top.

Alex Monroe: Those tag championships will be ours, it's time to unleash some Madness on these people.

Alex and Echo hooked arms and skipped away.

BACKSTAGE
The Might Nightfall are pacing the hallway backstage. Chloe is donning her ring gear, ready to take on Echo Layne in singles action. Izzi, who’s getting the best seat in the house to watch what promises to be an exciting match, is dressed in her civil clothes, a pair of jeans and a “Made In Nightfall” black shirt.

Chloe Night: Wait, Iz… Who’s that chick? She looks oddly familiar.. Do we know her?

She says loud enough for the blonde to turn around and reveal herself as HRW’s lead backstage interviewer Sophie Grimes. The younger sister of the world famous wrestler Gavin Grimes smiles widely at the sight of the two women who, needless to say, she’s quite familiar with.

Catching the drift, Grimes decides to play along and have some fun at her cousin’s expenses.

Izzi Grimes: Nah, you must be mistaken, I have never seen her before.

The finalists of the Tag Team tournament walk past Sophie. At first she seems legitimately surprised, but it isn’t long before she stomps her feet and calls them.

Sophie Grimes: OH COME ON! I swear you two are such butts sometimes!

Izzi and Chloe stop on their tracks and turn around. They both are laughing and soon Sophie joins them.

Chloe Night: What are you doing here Soph? Shouldn’t you be like.. Chasing wrestlers to interview them?

Sophie Grimes: Yeah well… Looks like I just found one.

Chloe raises an eyebrow, turning to Izzi who shares the same perplexed look.

Chloe Night: Oh I don’t know… An interview with one half of the future tag champions is a big deal.. You sure you’re up for the task, Soph?

The blonde interviewer rolls her eyes.

Sophie Grimes: Yeah yeah, whatever… You sound pretty confident, though overlooking Team Madness might be a mistake.

Chloe Night: We’re not, trust me. We know what they bring to the table and honestly? We got nothing but respect for Echo and Alexandria. They’re one hell of a tag team, they wouldn’t have made it so far if that wasn’t the case. But guess what? So did we. We beat the Calloways, beat the Janus… And we have no intention of stopping now. We came here with one goal, to put all that Valiant nonsense behind our backs and show everyone that we are among the best teams in the business today.

Izzi nods in approval, agreeing with every word Chloe said.

Sophie Grimes: Tonight, the fans get to see a preview of the match at the PPV, as you go one on one with Echo Layne. How important a win would be to get into the title match with the momentum on your side?

Night takes a moment to think before replying.

Chloe Night: That would definitely be cool, but we’re not looking for a confidence boost tonight. This is, most importantly, a chance to study our opponents. Well, at least one of them. We watched their tapes, we’ve been preparing for next week’s match for days now. And I can tell you already that the title match will be an absolute banger. But getting in the ring with one of them? You have no idea how many things we can learn.

Sophie Grimes: That’s a very good point. Well, your match against Echo Layne is coming up. I guess I should let you off the hook now. Thank you for your time, Chloe. And good luck tonight.

Night cracks a smile and raises her hand, making the peace gesture with her fingers. As the two members of the Mighty Nightfall turn around and leave, the camera cuts to the next match.

BACKSTAGE
We cut to backstage where its a close up of Jimmy Jr. He is pulled back from the camera and Jimmy Powers is there with a stern look on his face.

Jimmy Powers: You see that Faithe? That’s how close your grubby hands will ever get to Jimmy Jr! You are totes untrustworthy cause you wanna gut the goat. So now? Me and my buddy Reddick are gonna have to whoop on you and Xaria!

He looks smugly at the camera

Jimmy Powers: You two turds are gonna get flushed down the toilet where you belong after this match. While you two might be some kinda Red Scare, Reddick and I are just two bad dudes with killer attitudes! Can’t believe how jealous you two are of how awesome we two are. It’s like you two are super obsessed with how cool and badass we are. But guess what? Reddick has the Goatest Tag Partner and you just got a rainbow crybaby!

Jimmy sticks his tongue out at the camera and stomps off.

BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up in a dark hallway. The camera pans around looking for something or someone. Finally a voice is heard.

“Over here”

The camera moves in that direction. A smile is shown of a man in his wrestling gear. He now smirks as he looks at the camera.

“Finally found me I see…”

As the camera gets closer we can see that it is D’Angelo Riddick. He nods now as he takes a deep breath.

D’Angelo Riddick: To be honest I’m not happy about being in a tag match but that is something that simply cannot be avoided. But it’s okay in the long run because Xaria all I’m worried about is you.

He smiles as he kicks his lips.

D’Angelo Riddick: You see babe I started off my career here attacking you, then you came and paid me back by attacking me from behind so good on you. But you didn’t put me down. I’m still standing, so bring a gun next time.

He winks as he gets closer to the camera.

D’Angelo Riddick: You are number one on my hit list and I’ll get my hands on you tonight. It’s that simple babe you are about to black out I promise you.

BACKSTAGE
The scene cuts backstage to Myra Rivers who is in a confident mood at the moment. The determination in her eyes is glowing, knowing that there is a big opportunity ahead. This is an opportunity that she does not plan on allowing to go to waste. Myra reflects on things before she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: I am going to tell it to all of you straight. That’s how I’ve always been. Last week? It wasn’t the outcome that I was wanting. I wanted to beat Jack Danielson. I know that I was in a tough situation signing the contract to become a member of the High Roller Wrestling roster and then being thrown right into the fire against a newly crowned champion. Sure, I don’t like how he won the title especially when interference was involved that he directly benefited from. But, at the end of the day, he’s the one with the belt. But, I still handled that situation brilliantly. I didn’t win that match, but I didn’t lose either and Jack, I KNOW that you came out of that match feeling like a loser. I saw how upset you were. I saw that you weren’t thrilled about some of the words I had to say about you and that’s just too damn bad. If you didn’t like what I had to say, maybe you should’ve won that title under better circumstances.

I know you couldn’t have had any control over someone else coming in and screwing Xaria Linette over. But what you did have control over is our match last week. Last week was a match that you could’ve won and some people may even go as far as saying that you SHOULD’VE won…

But you DIDN’T!

When you’re a champion, matches like what we had last week are matches that the champion has to win because if they don’t? The wrestler that gave them a bunch of problems to the point where things ended in a draw, or hell, if they outright beat them, isn’t going away anytime soon. Trust me, I know that it bothers you that you couldn’t put me away. You came in with a bunch of arrogance thinking I was just someone you are going to cast aside so easily and I took that arrogance and I shoved it right back up your ass!
Myra takes a pause, delivering a wink showing that she’s not afraid of telling it like it is.

Myra Rivers: Now? You want to show me the kind of champion that you are and that you can be and this is your chance to do that. You had a chance to put me away last week and you didn’t. You have another chance tonight to do the same and are you going to be able to do that? You see, there are two other wrestlers in this match besides us. Charlie and Ethan may be young and inexperienced and they may not have wins in this company yet, but I’m not going to overlook them, unlike you. I bet you probably think that they don’t even deserve this opportunity. Go ahead, crack open like five cold ones and ramble on about that. Ramble on about how ‘old’ I am. Hell, keep on drinking that beer and showing how little you know about me. I mean, you were SO off your rocker when you turned the camera on last week that you talked about injuries…
What injuries?

I haven’t been on an injured list in almost a decade. Sure, there’s wear and tear. Sure, I used to be injury prone when I was in my twenties… but that was when I was in my twenties. I haven’t had an injury that has put me on the shelf since I returned to this business from a two year maternity leave seven years ago. I’m at the spryest and the healthiest I’ve ever been in my entire career. I may not have won that match myself, but I know that the outcome did surprise you. Trust me, I didn’t want the match to end that way either.
But hey, tonight’s another opportunity and a chance to defeat you just like I showed I was capable of last week.

As for you Ethan? And Charlie?

You two seem like fine kids with bright futures, don’t get me wrong on that. But is this too much too soon for you? I’m not saying you don’t deserve the opportunity or anything, but at the end of the day, you’re both still finding your feet in this business. Both of you have yet to win a match here. This type of opportunity may be exactly what either of you need to really get your careers started and while I look forward to the challenge of facing two wrestlers that may be a big part of the next generation down the line, you’re not going to deny me tonight. I am getting that Roulette Championship shot. I am going to find a way to win this match. As far as I know, tonight is the start of Jack Danielson’s Roulette title reign coming to an end.
It starts with this match tonight…

And then?

Once I win tonight?

I’ll do right by this business and give this company a champion that it CAN be proud of…
Myra takes a calm breath, keeping herself focused, before she exits the scene and the scene fades to black.

BACKSTAGE
Backstage in front of the locker room, we see wrestlers walk in and out of the room as they prepare for their matches or segments or what have you. However, there is one wrestler you won’t see going back and forth from their designated dressing rooms and that is the HRW Roulette Champion, Jack Danielson. Not because he doesn’t need to get ready, though he does just wrestle in whatever he has on for the day, but because he’s out at his mini bar placed next to the entrance ramp. Yes, “The Off Ramp” is back for another week, and this time, jack is serving up cold ones and shots to guests as they walk up. Jack smiles as he cracks himself a beer and looks out to the crowd.

Jack Danielson: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Off Ramp is open to the public this week! Come get your Natties, your jack and cokes, or even one of them fizzy waters that get you fucked up. If you want it and you got the money, then I probably got it for you!!!

The crowd cheers as Jack raises a cold one to the fans and downs his can.

Jack Danielson: And the reason I am out here selling liquid life to all of you fine folks, is because I want all of you to be on the same wavelength I am when I beat Ol Myra, Chuck Rebel, and Ethan Turner Broadcasting and retain my High Roller Roulette Championship!!!

More cheers from the fans as Jack opens a beer, knowing he’s probably going to have to play catch up with some of the fans. He drinks that bad boy in its entirety before continuing on.

Jack Danielson: Now, I know the odds are against me. A lot of people think I don’t act like a champion, look like a champion, or even deserve to be a champion, but here’s the thing…

Jack pauses for a second as he cracks open another beer.

Jack Danielson: FUCK EM!!!

He keeps dealing out drinks and shots to the fans as he drinks with them.

Jack Danielson: I’m not here to be an every-wrestler type. Sure, I ain’t ripped. I ain’t too smart neither. I damn sure ain’t so fucking hard-pressed to impress others. However, I have been to the top of the mountain before. I’ve been a champion and broken insurmountable odds before.

He chugs another beer with a fan, burps, and wipes his mouth.

Jack Danielson: Bet yall didn’t even know I knew what insurmountable meant, let alone use it correctly in a sentence or face them as a champion before.

He grabs a bunch of beers and hands them to more customers.

Jack Danielson: So some of y’all haters are right. I’m not the every-wrestler proto-type… but I am is an every-person!

He points a beer at the crowd to a big pop.

Jack Danielson: What I’m good at doing is getting the people fucking going. I tug at y’all’s heartstrings and make yall root for me as I do dumb shit and make it look good. I make sure each and every one of you in the crowd know that we can look like us and still achieve dope-ass shit like this right here.

Jack lifts his HRW Roulette Championship up off the bar and shows it to everyone. He cracks a couple of more beers after taking a shot with some fans.

Jack Danielson: I’m proof that you can be three sheets to the wind, and can still out wrestle all of these classically-trained hard-bodies who ain’t ever lived a normal day in their fucking lives. You can be a kid with a GED and a desperation run in the military, and still be a great wrestler. You can be a fat drunk and still be a great wrestler. You can be a messy human and still be a great wrestler.

He finishes a beer he’s been nursing and smiles at the crowd.

Jack Danielson: Ol’ Myra can talk her shit. She can stare me down, brawl with me up and down this fucking arena, and tell me I ain’t good enough, but she won’t be taking this title away from me. Ethan Turner can ignore me and choose to just be happy in this match because he thinks he’s plucky enough to just win it all. Charlie Renegade… can have her fucking Twitter shut down for no apparent reason whatsoever, but still probably talk shit off the keyboard when she gets the chance…

He pauses as he finishes a beer and loses his train of thought.

Jack Danielson: What was I saying again? Oh, yea… MY OPPONENTS CAN TALK THEY SHIT, BUT YOUR BOY JACKY WILL STILL BE HERE STANDING AT THE END OF TONIGHT, DRUNK AS FUCK WITH THE REST OF YOU FINE FOLKS!!!

The yelling mixed with the alcohol turns into a huge pop for the crowd.

Jack Danielson: And though I know I can’t give yall in the nose bleeds beer, because I ain’t got the fucking cannon to throw this shit that far… just know that I’m up there in spirit, shotgunning shit with the rest of yall too. We are all here for a good time, not a long time, but Imma make the best out of my time. So Imma kicks some ass, retain my title, liquor you fine people up with me while I do it, AND WE’RE GONNA HAVE A PARTY RIGHT HERE IN VEGAS WHEN I’M DONE!!!

More cheers, more beers, and more… something else that ends in -eers. Feeling the energy of the fans, Jack stands up on his bar and does a double-fisted beer bash!!! Fans in the floor seats do the same as they all collectively scream out a “YEE YEE” with Jack. Danielson can’t help but laugh as he gets down and wipes some of the beer residues off his title.

Jack Danielson: So let’s Leeroy Jenkins the fuck out of this match, shut some people up, and let’s try to brainstorm some ideas on who I’m gonna pick to face me for Double Down, huh?

Jack cracks open another bottle and screams out “YEE YEE” again, and the fans once again sound back with their own “YEE YEE”. We cut to commercial as Jack continues to drink beers and bullshit with the fans at “The Off Ramp”.

BACKSTAGE
Liam Vaughn sits in what can only be described as a stairwell, smokes a cigarette, and flips through the pages of a book. Without daring to look up at the camera, he simplys reads aloud.

Liam Vaugh: From the great mastermind of IF, I present to you, Rudyard Kipling’s How Fear Came.

He adjusts himself, glances up at the camera and gives it a devilish smirk before he begins to read the poem with an air of pretentiousness about his doomcore aesthetic.

Liam Vaughn: The stream is shrunk–the pool is dry,
And we be comrades, thou and I;
With fevered jowl and dusty flank
Each jostling each along the bank;
And, by one drouthy fear made still.
Forgoing thought of quest or kill.
Now ‘neath his damn the fawn may see.
The lean Pack-Wolf as cowed as he,
And the tall buck, unflinching, note
The fangs that tore his father’s throat.
The pools are shrunk–the streams are dry,
And we be playmates, thou and I,
Till yonder cloud–Good Hunting!--Loose
The rain that breaks our Water Truce.

He stops his reading and shuts the book. More welcoming to the company of a camera crew, Liam merely smiles an uncomfortable, though, pleasant smile.

Liam Vaughn: Three and zero, dear ones. I am currently your most prized pig. I am currently the one stepping over my victims as if they were cracks in the asphalt as I merrily reach my end game. My goal. Absolute domination of the roster. I will sit atop a throne made of your failures and tears. You will bow at my feet–kiss mine boots, look up with wondrous eyes and beg me to spare you and allow you by my side as my Unkindness grows.

Pleased with himself, Vaughn stands, and descends the stairwell while the camera films him turning down each flight before becoming lost in the movement of descent.

BACKSTAGE
Veronica Sawyer: Tsk tsk.

High Roller Wrestling’s resident Goddess appears in front of the view of the camera with a clear frown upon her face. She gives her head a slight shake, red lips pressed together in a thin line, a smile the last thing that’s about to appear if you properly take in her current mood. Veronica Sawyer is dressed in her ring gear in preparation for her match tonight, the implications that lie ahead weighing on her mind, and she quickly clears her throat.

Veronica Sawyer: I just love the many ways in which you continue to prove to me how much I terrify you Danielle. You couldn’t beat me with your own talent, could you? Of course not. I’ve already proven that inside of the ring, I am your superior, so you needed to rely on your little lackey in order to give you the advantage you so desperately needed. It took a cheap chair shot to take me down for the three count. Tragic, isn’t it?

Veronica makes another tsk-tsk noise under her breath.

Veronica Sawyer: At least I have my natural born talent firmly in my corner and it’s all I need to take down Tera Taylor to ensure she won’t be a problem for me at Double Down. You thought the last time we met in the ring that you were “making my career”, right Danielle? Just you wait until you find out what’s going to happen when I make your entire life. You will only be relevant in this business because I wiped the mat with you using my boots. At least you can yourself a front row seat here tonight when I give Tera a much needed dose of payback.

Veronica brushes her long blonde hair back behind her shoulders, slowly starting to make her confident stride down the hall, her red lips still firmly pressed together.

Veronica Sawyer: Putting your hands on a Goddess should be worthy of punishment and I’m happy to be the one to deliver it. Should make for a drastic change for Tera there to have to compete for herself rather than simply sticking her head far up Danielle’s behind. At least once Double Down arrives, you both will have some matching wounds, and maybe you’ll have finally learned an important lesson. That one needs to be respectful when they are in the presence of a Goddess. Or else they will suffer her wrath.

There’s a pause for a brief moment, silence hangs in the air, before Veronica turns around so that she is once again facing in the direction of the camera.

Veronica Sawyer: I’m not satisfied simply talking about this, I’d much rather give you all a first hand viewing, right out there inside of my ring. You ladies are more than welcome for me being such a generous soul still giving you the time of day. Not for much longer at least.

Veronica laughs, showing some genuine pleasure, tossing her hair back once more with growing confidence as the camera cuts away.

BACKSTAGE
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page is in her locker room with her bodyguard, Tera Taylor. Tera is in her wrestling gear shadowboxing.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:It would be funny how desperate Veronica is if it weren’t so sad. Veronica thinks she is the biggest and best thing that High Roller Wrestling has to offer. If she is as great as she thinks then I wouldn’t have ever had a leg to stand on but look at that I have two legs to stand on. While I am living rent free in Veronica’s head I don’t think about her. All I am focusing on is the HRW Showcase Championship because as we all know money and gold is all I am worried about. In the end this is a business and I am all about making money.

Danielle looks over and points over at Tera.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:See this lady right here. A true beauty with genetic stopping power. Tonight she will be stopping that perceived forward momentum she thinks she is on. Then at Double Down I will finish Veronica off for good. But we all know why Veronica doesn’t want Tera in my corner. It is so she can try to cheat and steal a victory with one less person to catch her. I can appreciate the effort Veronica but you aren’t stopping Tera and you for damn sure aren’t going to stop me.

BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to Jenson Idol with a giant grin on his face.

Jenson Idol: I’m happy. You want to know why I’m so happy? It’s because I get to team with Destiny and Scott.

Jenson paused for a moment before shaking his head.

Jenson Idol: Aye! I get it, that sounds confusing, yeah? Why would I be happy about teaming with them? It’s simple, luvs. It’s because I get to show them both up!

He nodded confidently.

Jenson Idol: I mean, the Kali twat pins and the Jessup cunt? They don’t stand a bloody chance! And I’m going to get to choose which one of them I want to pin! And when I get that pin? You’ll all see why I’m the best one on my team!

He stepped closer to the camera.

Jenson Idol: Scott, mate? You have something that belongs to me and I’ll be coming for it very soon. As for you, Destiny? Stay out of my bloody way. If you cross me? I won’t hesitate to end you. I might joke around a lot, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you. I will. And it’ll be very bad.

He glared at the camera, showing a darker side of him before he walked off and the scene cuts away.

BACKSTAGE
DESTINY DAVIS: I am Miss Main Event, the Darling Destiny, the Courageous Davis and...the future champion of High Roller Wrestling! That isn't a humble brag, it's full on facts!

Destiny Davis was staring directly into the camera, at least we assume so. She was wearing oversized white shades, matching her white and pink ring jacket and ring gear. To say she looked like a star would be an understatement.

DESTINY DAVIS: Scott Dunn and Jenson Idol should be thanking me tonight. If it wasn't for me, neither of them would be in this main event. Before anyone gets all uppity about it, look at the track record. Four shows back, and what is the one consistent? DESTINY DAVIS in the main event. Right where I belong. Now this isn't me bashing our acclaimed champ, okay? He's holding that belt for a reason...

There's a lengthy pause before Destiny pulls off her shades and tucks them into her jacket.

DESTINY DAVIS: That reason is because I haven't had my shot at it, yet. After tonight, the three of us have a date with...DESTINY you could say. Not that either of you would ever get a date with me. Scott had his chance, but he fumbled it, no surprise, but I get it. You both want to focus on me and eliminating me from the match, not because I don't deserve it, not because my feet hit first which Jenson claims which is a got dang lie...but you both are focusing on me because you know MISS MAIN EVENT is the odds on favorite to walk out with the gold and that scares you. A woman with power scares everyone if we're keeping it real. So here's how this is going to work.

Tonight, follow my lead. Let me lead the team against the Kali Kissups and Silas SoGone. We'll walk out with the win, and then we can handle our stuff the right way at the big event. And I expect a thank you from both of you for the opportunity tonight.

Just when it seems Destiny is going to walk away, she stops, and looks back into the camera once more.

DESTINY DAVIS: Ayyy, Noah baby? We gotta have a chat after the show. I feel like it's gonna be some BS when that triple threat hits. They're going to single me out and do whatever it takes to ruin any chance I have of becoming champion, and that isn't cool. So scootch some time out of that schedule for your star, okay? OKAY. Now watch me do my thing. And that thing? It's winning. Move.

Destiny struts down the hallway with the fans booing the white and pink clad number one contender as she prepares for the main event!