Turmoil

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Off Camera

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Angelica Jones and her sister Kayla’s journey back to the top of the tag team division has lasted for a year and, like a roller coaster ride, has had its ups and its downs.  On numerous occasions they have been number one contenders for the belts.  On many occasions they even defeated the reigning champions, Gable Winchester and Autumn Valentine; but the fact that the victories were in non-title matches meant nothing.  Reaching up to grab that brass ring was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things and every time the Jones siblings had the opportunity to take the gold, they were unable to deliver.

Along the way The Sisterhood have had clashes with many great teams; teams such as their old rivals Adrenaline Rush, Craig Thomas and Stacy Kissinger.  They’ve battled with new teams such as Honor Code, Shaun Cruze and AJ Helms, and wild cards such as The Daughters of Darkness.  And here recently The Sisterhood’s quest to regain the world tag team gold has put them in conflict with Jake Starr, who just wants to disrupt them from winning anything.

With so much going on in the tag team division right now, it seems only appropriate that the best way to settle everyone’s issues is to throw everyone into one big match; the tag team turmoil at SCW’s next pay per view Hell Hath No Fury.

It’s hard to predict what will happen when the bell rings.  All that is known is that The Daughters of Darkness will start the match but outside of that, it really is anyone’s guess.  No one knows if Jake Starr even has a partner.  No one knows if Lexi Von Aaron has a partner.  And with so many teams already entered, teams such as Honor Code and The Sisterhood and others, anyone could walk out as the SCW World Tag Team Champions.

Despite the importance of the World Tag Team Championship to Angelica and Kayla Jones, there is still something else that is also very important to the two of them; namely, Kayla Jones and her pending marriage to Trenton Snow.

Kayla Jones has had a rough go of it in terms of her past relationships.  Her first marriage was to Jason Redfield and things were going great between the two of them until, in a moment of weakness, decided to cheat on him with another wrestler, Andreas Lasiewicz.  Jason and Kayla promptly divorced and Kayla ended up publicly with Andreas.   That relationship lasted until Kayla, in her mind, betrayed him by using her position on the company’s Board of Directors to block him from ever getting a world title shot.

Ever since then she had remained single and she thought she would be single for the rest of her days.  That was until she met Trenton Snow, the outspoken brash wrestler in Global Championship Wrestling.  He constantly kept on her case, begging for a date.  Finally Kayla relented and agreed to one date…

…but she had no idea that one date would turn into something far greater.  She saw Trenton’s true identity, which was different from the brash outspoken individual the GCW fans loved to hate.  Trenton was a polite gentleman, almost a throwback to the days of chivalry when men treated their women like queens and Kayla, being the traditionalist she is, absolutely loved it.

Dating Trenton was one thing, but now she’s going to marry him and, with under a month left until the wedding day, the reality of it all is finally beginning to hit her.  The wedding day jitters and nerves have arrived as the reality of what she is about to get herself into is beginning to sink in.

Angelica Jones is set to be the Maid of Honor at the wedding and she truly wants her sister to be happy.  She hates seeing her as nervous as she is right now, but Angelica can certainly understand her concern.  Kayla is putting herself out there for a third time when the first two times did not work out.  Angelica has also had many failed relationships.  She dealt with them in her own unique way but she definitely understands why her younger sister is worried and wants to help alleviate those concerns in whatever way she can.

Angelica decided that the best way for Kayla to forget about her problems and worries is to take her out for a night on the town.  No, it may not be a traditional bachelorette party, but a simple night out for the two of them to enjoy themselves should be enough to settle Kayla’s nerves.

Or so Angelica hopes.

“You’re going to love this place!”

That’s the voice of Angelica Jones, trying to hype her sister up and get her excited about things to come.  The siblings are standing out on a sidewalk in front of a bar in Boston, Massachusetts.  The place is called the 21^st Amendment, named after the amendment of the US Constitution that repealed prohibition.  Angelica Jones is wearing a floral print maxi skirt and a black long sleeved sweater.  Her sister Kayla is wearing a long sleeved black dress with black leggings.  While Angelica looks very excited about tonight’s festivities, her sister Kayla does not look nearly as happy.

“You want me to get drunk.”

“Only if you want to.”

Angelica snickers but Kayla is not laughing.  Angelica finally sighs and shakes her head.

“Look, I’m not trying to get you drunk.  That isn’t the purpose of this.”

“Then tell me why we’re at a bar.”

Angelica reaches out and places a hand on her sister’s shoulder.

“I know you’ve been worrying yourself sick over this wedding.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“Angelica, not now…”

“No, you are going to listen to me.  I get why you’re upset.  I really and truly do.  You blame yourself for your marriage to Jason ending and your relationship with Andreas ending.  But if anyone knows about failed relationships it would be me.”

Angelica chuckles lightly.

“Sean Williams…Christopher…Andreas Lasiewicz…Sean McBride…Brittany Lohan…Lindsey Carter…that’s six failed relationships.  Three of them were marriages.  I screwed them all up.  I think I got you beat on the whole screwed up relationship thing, sis.”

Kayla finally cracks a smile.

“Are we really having a pissing contest over who has the lousiest luck with their relationships?”

“We can if you want, but you’re going to lose.  You may have cheated on Jason and blocked Andreas from ever getting a world title shot, but in a fit of mental instability I put a bullet in the head of Sean Williams.  I spent time in a mental hospital for that.”

Kayla laughs lightly as she nods her head.

“True, you kinda have me beat there.”

“I’m glad you can admit that.  Now can you admit that my idea to come here and relieve some of your stress might be a good idea after all?”

Kayla looks far from confident in her sister’s plan.  She shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t know, Angel. I mean, yeah, I am freaking out about the wedding, but don’t we have better things to do?  We are supposed to compete for the SCW World Tag Team Championships at Hell Hath No Fury.”

“So?”

“So it’s been over a YEAR since we’ve held the tag team titles.  We’ve had to fight through every obstacle put before us…we had to overcome the ridiculous situation we put ourselves in with the Free Botswana crap…”

Angelica giggles.

“But that WAS fun, you gotta admit.”

Kayla frowns, not looking amused at all.

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway…we had to fight the likes of Adrenaline Rush, Honor Code, Winchester and Valentine, Daughters of Darkness, Jake Starr, and now we’re going to Hell Hath No Fury in the Tag Team Turmoil where we’ll have to fight all of them and more one more time.”

She turns and looks to the front door leading to Angelica’s favorite watering hole.

“And yet you want us to waste time here.  Getting drunk.”

“I never said anything about getting drunk.  They do more than just sell alcohol, sis.  There’s great burgers and wings and other food.  Music, dancing, karaoke.  And yeah, there is alcohol, but that’s only if you want to.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“You’re missing the point, sis.  Aren’t we distracting ourselves by wasting time here?”

“Perhaps, but I think we run an even greater risk if we allow you to continue to be distracted by your personal problems outside of the ring.  You need to calm down, relax, and realize that this wedding is going to be great.  You need to realize that everything will be fine.  That’s why I brought you here, to have fun and relax.”

Kayla sighs and nods her head.

“Well…maybe you’re right…I have been kind of uptight lately.”

Angelica smirks.

“You’ve been VERY uptight, sis, but I’m not going to blame you!  I just want to cure you.  Now come on, let’s have some fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, I’m going to sign you up to sing Margaritaville when they begin the karaoke!”

Kayla rolls her eyes.

“Oh Lord…”

With that, the sisters approach the door, open it up, and step inside.

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One Hour Later

Off Camera

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The 21^st Amendment bar filled up rather quickly with a variety of patrons.  Some are loners looking for love, some are just looking for fun.  Some burly men and beautiful women.  Gays and lesbians, white and black, Hispanic.  There are even a group of bikers gathered here today.  They are trying to drink away their problems or trying to pick up a date, and failing unsuccessfully at one or the other or both.  Some are just here to have fun and party.  One such individual here just for fun is Angelica Jones, who is at the pool table, enjoying a run of good luck against a biker.

“Eight ball side pocket.”

She rears back and strikes the  cue ball, it hits the eight ball and, sure enough, the eight ball slowly goes rolling into the side pocket.  Angelica smirks as she looks back up at the biker.

“I never knew I’d be so good at this game.”

The biker rolls his eyes.

“Right…whatever…”

Angelica chuckles and is about to prepare a new game when she hears a voice over the rest of the crowd.

“And coming up next for karaoke, Angelica Jones singing Brown Eyed Girl!”

“That’s me…”

She tosses the pool stick to the biker.

“See ya, buddy!”

Angelica walks away to begin her singing, leaving the biker behind, probably grateful that she will no longer be there to humiliate him at a game of pool.  But what about Kayla?  Angelica did come here with her younger sister with the sole purpose of trying to sooth her nerves regarding the wedding.  So is this plan of Angelica’s successful?

Well it depends on your definition of success.

The bar area itself looks like any other, with various patrons seated atop cushioned stools.  Sitting at the bar area with a nearly empty glass of scotch is the firey red-head Kayla Jones.  Her long red hair is messed up and disheveled.  The normally well kept younger sister of Angelica Jones looks the worse for the wear.

Why is this the case?  Angelica meant for Kayla to use this as an opportunity to ease her nerves and to relax.  Unfortunately very few words from Angelica Jones can convince Kayla that things will be ok.  While Angelica began to play several games of pool, Kayla went straight to the bar, thinking that she could drown out her concerns in alcohol.

It hasn’t worked out so well.

Kayla takes her shot glass and quickly downs the last of the scotch.  She places her glass back down and shoves it forward towards the bartender, pointing at the empty glass and glaring at him with a look of expectation.

“More…please…”

The bartender had been busy chatting with another patron when Kayla interrupts his conversation.  He turns and looks at the empty shot glass and then at the drunken stupor in which she stares at him.  It isn’t hard for him to figure out that he needs to shut her down.  He shakes his head.

“No.”

Kayla reaches into her purse and produces a scrunched up wad of bills.  It’s unclear how much money is here due to how wadded up they are but she shoves all of it in the direction of the bartender.

“More.”

“You’ve had too much, ma’am.”

Kayla angrily shoots up off of the stool and overturns it.  She growls angrily at the bartender.

“I’ll say when I’ve had enough, damnit!”

The bartender motions with his hand towards someone.  It isn’t long until we see that the person is the bouncer.  The bouncer stares at Kayla.

“You need to leave, ma’am.”

“And who is going to make me leave?  You?!”

Things could easily escalate at this point.  Kayla is dangerous and she has alcohol in her system.  But thankfully Angelica Jones, who had been singing, unceremoniously stops her singing to rush over and break things up, stepping in between the bouncer and Kayla.

“I think I can handle this!”

Angelica leans in to Kayla’s ear and whispers.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Outta my way, Angelica!”

Kayla shoves her sister to the side and storms past the bouncer and towards the front door.  Angelica sighs and rushes off after her.  Kayla is out of the door first followed closely by her older sibling Angelica, who calls out after her.

“Kayla, wait!”

“Leave me alone!”

Angelica rushes up to Kayla who quickly turns and attempts a superkick but the combination of trying a superkick in high heels and the alcohol in her bloodstream causes her to not only wildly miss the kick but also causes her to stumble over and fall face first onto the sidewalk.  Angelica gazes down at her and sighs, shaking her head with disbelief.

“You’re drunk.”

“I…I’m not…drunk…”

Angelica nods her head.

“Yeah, you are.”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“This was my fault.  I never should have brought you out here.”

Angelica bends down and helps her sister back to her feet.

“Let’s get a cab and go back home.”

“I…love…I love…you…”

Angelica smiles.

“I love you too, Kay.”

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Two Hours Later

Off Camera

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Angelica Jones was definitely well intentioned when she took her younger sibling out to the 21^st Amendment Bar. It’s Angelica’s favorite bar in Boston and she was most definitely certain that Kayla would love it as well.  Most importantly, Angelica was hoping that a night of fun would help her sister relax and forget about the needless worry associated with her pending marriage to Trenton Snow on December 30^th.

Perhaps going to a bar was not exactly the best idea, though, because as it turns out Kayla chose to deal with her issues by getting drunk and nearly causing a fight in the bar.  But it turned out ok, Angelica got Kayla back home in one piece, and she plans to stay the night with her just to make sure her sister is fine.

Angelica is in the guest room standing by a full length mirror taking appraisal of herself.  She is wearing a black lacy bra and panty number with black sheer nylon over her legs.  Long red hair hangs down to just below her shoulders.

“I hate I let you down, sis.”

A sad smile spreads across her face as she continues musing out loud to herself.

“But we’re going to be fine.  You and me, we’ll be fine.  We’ll win those tag titles back at Hell Hath No Fury, I have no doubts.  But more importantly, you’ll be fine.  You’ll be more than fine.”

Her grin grows wider.

“You’ll be great.  You and Trenton are a perfect match and you will happy now that you have finally found love.”

Suddenly her musing is interrupted by a loud thump from the other room.  The rooms are close together and the walls are thin, Angelica knows this and thus she knows the loud noise came from the next bedroom over, which happens to be her sister’s room.  Angelica’s eyes grow wide.

“Kayla!”

Angelica bolts out of her room and walks a few feet down the hall and bolts into her sister’s room.  She finds Kayla face first on the floor with a bottle of vodka lying next to her.  It doesn’t take much to figure out what just happened.  Angelica gasps.

“Oh God…”

Angelica dives for the landline phone and immediately dials a number she knows quite well by now...

“Trenton!  Yes, get down to Kayla’s house…NOW!”

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On Camera

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The camera begins to roll.  Immediately we see the lovely feminine figure of none other than Angelica Jones entering the scene from stage right.  Angelica Jones is wearing a black pencil skirt that stops just at the knee, black high heeled pumps, a white silk blouse, and a matching black blazer.  Sunglasses cover her eyes.

“Hell Hath No Fury is in sight and I cannot think of a better time or place for The Sisterhood to step up and reclaim what we lost over one year ago and that would be the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”

She grins knowingly.

“And the fact that this takes place in December is even more appropriate, because we can’t think of a better Christmas gift to give to ourselves this year, right Kayla?”

That signals the arrival of her sister from stage left.  Kayla Jones is wearing a jumpsuit with black bottoms that are pleated at each leg and a white top with a surplice neckline and cap sleeves.  Her feet are encased in black strappy three inch sandals.  Sunglasses cover her eyes as well.

“That’s right, Angel.  It has been one year, one damn year, and throughout that year we have fought through so many obstacles, we have fought so many other teams and individuals in that calendar year as we fought back to the top; some of those were worthy competitors who should be proud of everything they’ve accomplished…”

Kayla frowns.

“…and there are still others who are nothing more than cowards, thugs, or disrespectful twerps who treat this great sport as if it were just a joke.”

Angelica shakes her head.

“This isn’t a joke to us.  This is deadly serious for us because we had to fight for a calendar year to get back here, we had our opportunities where we failed, we had our opportunities where we succeeded, and now we stand on the precipice of another tag team title reign, but to do that we have to go through the challenge of tag team turmoil.  And we are not going to underestimate tag team turmoil, we will not treat it like a joke, we are going to bust our asses and sacrifice everything we have in order to become two time SCW World Tag Team Champions.”

Angelica points a finger at the camera.

“And YOU can’t stop us, Jake Starr.  I mean, I can honestly see why no one likes you.  Kayla is right, you are nothing more than a child throwing a temper tantrum.  You lose the elimination chamber and what do you do?  You become obsessed with attacking the person who eliminated you.  And who was that person who eliminated you, Jake?”

She smirks.

“That’s right, it was me.  I beat your ass in the elimination chamber but instead of taking the loss like a man you keep attacking and attacking and attacking in some vain attempt to look tough, but instead you are making yourself look like a spoiled child whose mommy didn’t raise him right.  What are you going to do if Honor Code eliminates you in the tag team turmoil, Jake?  Are you going to stalk Shaun and AJ?  What about if El Rudo or Dante beat your ass this time? Are you going to go after the entire PUNK HAZARD collective?  Or maybe you can take a new tactic and deal with your issues in a more constructive manner, because attacking me and Kayla will get you nowhere.”

She shakes her head.

“No matter how many times you knock us down, we’ll keep getting right back up and we’ll keep coming.  You can’t stop us from achieving our goals in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  You’re just a gnat, an annoying gnat, and soon we’ll swat you and be finished with you for good.”

Angelica looks to Kayla and nods her head, cuing her to talk next.

“Jake Starr is in this primarily for revenge against us, but he’s not the only one in it for some dumbass reason.”

Kayla jokingly waves at the camera.

“Hi there, Lexi!  I’m not honestly sure why you’re in the match.  Does anyone know why you’re in the match?  I mean, maybe you want in just to be close to AJ.  Or maybe you want in so you can help AJ win.  Who knows?”

Kayla shrugs her shoulders.

“Whatever the reason, I seriously doubt you’re in this to win the belts.  You, like Jake Starr, are obsessed…but you are obsessed with AJ Helms.  And I hate to break it to you, but this match isn’t about your stalker-scary love affair with AJ Helms.  This is about the SCW World Tag Team Championship and if you think me or Angelica are going to let your fucked up, warped nymphomaniac self screw up our opportunity to become World Tag Team Champions for a second time then you have another thing coming.  I’ll kick your teeth down your throat before I let that happen.  You and Jake Starr both should step back and let those who are serious about tag team gold participate.”

Angelica chuckles.

“Like Derek Adonis and Manvel?”

Kayla frowns.

“You ARE kidding, right Angel?”

“What?  They are a tag team.”

“And they are just BARELY more serious than Lexi Von Aaron.  Hell, I’m not sure what those two clowns want more, the tag team titles or a piece of ass.”

Angelica snickers.

“I doubt they’ll get either.  We’ve beaten them once, we’ll beat them again.  And I’d like to think that the ladies in this turmoil match are far too self-respecting to let themselves be found anywhere near those two bozos.”

Kayla arches a brow.

“Even Sloan and Diana?”

“Well…maybe them.”

Kayla sighs and shakes her head.

“Moving on then…Katie and Gigi Steward, it wasn’t that long ago that you were dominating the women’s division.  Now you’re going to try and move in on the tag team division?”

She shakes her head.

“Not going to happen, because you’re going to realize very quickly that things are done differently in the tag team division and your antics are not welcome here.  Granted, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can tell you that The Sisterhood will always stand up against that kind of crap.  We once embodied it ourselves and we regret it.  We won’t let that kind of garbage into the tag team division again.”

Angelica shakes her head.

“Kayla is right, we will not stand by and allow the tag team division become inundated by gang assaults and dishonorable cheating tactics.”

Angelica points a finger at the camera.

“We’re looking at you, PUNK HAZARD.  And Alexis Quinne can throw the race card out there all she wants, I don’t really give a damn at this point, I’m just going to call a spade a spade.  PUNK HAZARD is a gang of thugs.  When you all jump people from behind and attack them, that is a gang assault no matter what color your damn skin is, no matter what nationality you are, it is all a damned gang assault.  But guess what?”

She motions to herself and Kayla.

“You know from experience that The Sisterhood can play that game just as well as you.  You jumped my daughter and attacked her.  So we used your own damn gang tactics against you by bringing the entire Jones clan to the ringside to counter the numbers game of PUNK HAZARD.  We don’t like to play dirty, we don’t like to play by those rules, but if you push us to, then by God we will do whatever it takes to stop you.  So you had better believe that we will make sure Rudo and Dante leave empty handed at Hell Hath No Fury.”

Kayla takes her sunglasses off, revealing the intensity in her eyes.  Angelica does the same, showing the intensity in her eyes.  Kayla is the first to speak up.

“Do you see the look in our eyes?  We want this more than anything else.  We want this more than anyone else in this match.  This isn’t a game to us and we will not allow the tag team division to be turned into a joke by the likes of Sloan Sawyer and Diana Weston.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“You represent everything we hate about this sport.  Everything is a joke to you.  This whole industry is just a game to you.  Well newsflash, you spoiled little bitches…THIS IS NOT A GAME!”

She reaches back and touches her neck.

“I broke my fucking neck for this sport.  I reinjured my neck later on FOR THIS SPORT!  And yet despite those two serious neck injuries I came back.  Others would have took a hint and retired early but I came back.  Did I come back because I was a glory hog or because I was greedy for championship gold?”

She shakes her head.

“I fought like hell and busted my ass to come back from my neck injuries because I love this sport.  So go ahead, make your fucking ridiculous tweets about nothing.  Sit at the color commentary table and talk about nothing.  Until you get serious about this sport that’s all you’ll be…NOTHING.  And until you decide to get serious about this sport, you will NEVER be SCW World Tag Team Champions.  I don’t give a damn if you two bitches held tag titles in another company.  That was then, this is now, and the games you’re currently playing will NEVER get you a world tag team championship in this great company.”

Angelica chuckles.

“Wow, you sure are pissed.”

“What?  They piss me off.”

“It’s ok, Kayla, not everyone in this tag team turmoil is a bad apple.  There are Craig Thomas and Tyler Tucker, Adrenaline Rush.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“It’s Craig and Stacy, this time.”

“Really?”

Kayla nods her head.

“Yep.”

“Ok then, it doesn’t matter whether, because Stacy knows it just as well as the other two.  She knows the history Adrenaline Rush has with The Sisterhood.  We’ve been fighting since almost the beginning of The Sisterhood’s run here in SCW.  What started out as a rivalry between two enemies evolved into a rivalry between two groups of competitors who had a deep respect for one another.  We won some matches, you won some matches, and in the process we’d like to think we earned your respect, because you damn sure earned our respect.”

She shakes her head.

“But when the SCW World Tag Team Championships are at stake, respect, friendships, allegiances are all put to the side because everyone wants the gold.  Everyone wants that top spot.  And we’ll still respect you when it’s all said and done, just as I hope you’ll still respect us when it’s over, but understand that we’ll do whatever it takes to get to the top.”

Angelica looks to Kayla and nods her head, cuing her to talk next.

“Cruze and Helms are in this thing too and when you speak about respect, there is quite possibly no other team that we respect more than Honor Code.  Both are from honorable wrestling families but you all know that.  There’s no need for me to remind you of who they are and what they represent.  The fact is that they represent pretty much the same thing The Sisterhood represents.  We already said that we were not going to let the tag team division be inundated by the dishonorable gang attacks of Punk Hazard, the cheating of Team Desire, or to be made into a joke by the class clowns of Supreme Championship Wrestling The Daughters of Darkness.  And that’s your goal too, isn’t it?”

Kayla nods her head.

“Yeah, you want to maintain a sense of honor in this sport.  In that sense we are definitely on the same page.  And we’ve tangled before.  You got the better of us and, in the process, helped us to do some introspection of our own.  Ever since that one tag team encounter we have become a better team.  We have become more focused than ever before.  In other words, we may have looked past you before…”

She shakes her head.

“…but we will not look past you again.  We will NOT make that same mistake again.”

Angelica grins knowingly.

“That leads us to Gable Winchester and Autumn Valentine.  We saved you for last because you are the most important factor in the tag team turmoil.  You are the reigning and defending SCW World Tag Team Champions.  It’s almost unfair, in a way, to make you guys defend it against so many teams in one damn match.  But I know you won’t complain because ever since you won the belts you have defended against all comers without issuing one grievance.  And you have beaten each and every one of them.  I’m not sure that there has been any team to actually defeat you…”

Kayla leans over and whispers into her ear.  Angelica smirks.

“Oh yeah!  Thanks for reminding me!”

She motions to herself and Kayla.

“We hold two non-title victories over you.  Yeah, we know that it only matters when the championships are on the line but the fact is that Kayla and I know what it takes to beat you because we’ve done it before.  We have the formula, we’ve used it twice, we just have to put it into action one more time, only this time with a little something extra because this isn’t straight up you two against The Sisterhood; this is tag team turmoil.  Anything can happen.  It’s unpredictable.  But we thrive on unpredictability, and we’re not going to let the fact that this is a tag team turmoil stop us from finally doing what we failed to do for one calendar year, we’re not going to let anything or anyone stop us from doing to you what you did to us over one year ago and that is to take your SCW World Tag Team Championships.”

Kayla nods her head.

“That’s right, Angelica, and for anyone else who decides to enter, understand that this truly is the opportunity of a lifetime.  This is the opportunity to become World Tag Team Champions.  But for you it will just be an opportunity.”

She motions to herself and Angelica.

“For me and Angelica, this will be more than just an opportunity.  This will become our reality.  The Sisterhood will soon be your SCW World Tag Team Champions and it will go down at Hell Hath No Fury.  And The Sisterhood will kick all of your teeth right down all of your throats!”

Angelica grins knowingly.

“That’s a lot of teeth.”