Lylah sits on one of the huge crates along the wall, in the dark with a tiny flashlight in her mouth reading the contract she just signed. She looks up as she hears footsteps coming toward her. The footsteps belong to Lyrica. Lylah slowly folds up the paper, sticking it in her back pocket and shoves the little flashlight in her front pocket. Without noise, she stands on top of the crate and waits like a cat ready to pounce. She waits.
Lyrica walks passed the crates and Lylah makes her move. She comes down on Lyrica with an ugly elbow drop catching her victim right under her ear and on top of her shoulder. Unfortunately, in the process, she hurts herself; at the moment, that doesn't matter.
She covers and the ref begins to count.
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In Lylah's mind, she sees what the contract said about the THC title: Anywhere, Anyplace, Anyway.
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