Dave Wilson waits in the ring patient. Being one half of the tag team champions for SWA is an amazing accomplishment for young Dave Wilson, the fiancee to Brie Guerrero who, as we can all pretty much guess, has some sort of relation to the legendary Guerrero family. Of course, expecting the response from one of SWA's finest from the male athletic department, what Dave Wilson got seemed to be much, much more then he bargained for...let alone then he expected. As the beat began to play, the crowd sent in a mixture of boo's and cheers, and Dave stood in the ring, his eyes opened wide, at the person that would be making her way to the ring. The light's go out as a females voice begins to moan in extreme ecstacy. The sounds of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears immediately errupt from the public address system as the titantron played the most glorious video ever viewed by the SWA fans. As the music played, out walked a pair of sultry females, both with ample bodies that happened to drive the men in attendance insane. Standing on the apron, Chance Kennedy's assistant Paula held a clipboard in hand, looking from left to right in a very seductive fashion. Crawling in between her slightly opened legs, was the bodacious blonde, trailing her hand very slowly along her assistants legs, teasing the fans with their open sexuality. Licking her lips in a provocative manner, Chance eyed her assistant, still moving her hands up and down her assistants legs and thighs, as her assistant gently ran the tip of her index finger over Chance's full, luscious lips. Slowly, Chance took her assistant's hand and was brought to her feet, as the two stared at each other with proud, content smirks. Walking down the ramp, they walked arm in arm, until the reached the bottom of the ramp. Allowing Paula to go first, Chance still held her hand gingerly, as the two scaled the steel ring steps, the people in attendence were booming. The men were cheering, knowing that these two were probably the hottest females in the entire company, the men were booing knowing that these two were definately hotter then ALL of them. As they stood on the apron, they walked to the center of the ring, where Paula slowly inserted one of her legs through the middle and top rope, as Chance sat on it for her. Bending slowly, Paula straddled the middle rope, giving Chance and the crowd an eye full of what she had to offer. In a teasing manner, Chance used one hand and gently kissed the tip of her index finger, placing it on Paula's ass, giving the crowd an innocent, playful little wink. Paula brought her other leg into the ring, and propped herself on the bottom rope, keeping her legs open just a bit. Chance held tightly onto the top rope, shooting herself into the air slightly, and falling on the apron in a perfect split position. With a smirk on her face, she gently pushed herself under the bottom rope, giving the camera's behind her -- and the entire crowd -- an eyefull of the ass that she is oh so proud of. Once inside the ring, she propped herself on her knee, as she and Paula did a replay of what they'd done on the apron. Paula lowered herself onto the mat, as Chance sat up in between Paula's legs, running her hands slowly up them, giving the fans a little more to cheer about. As Paula ran her finger against Chance's lip, the two clasped hands again and Chance was brought to her feet a second time. As they stood against the ropes, their bodies were basically on each other, as they shared a sexy smirk before exchanging a quick peck on the lips. The two then moved towards the center of the ring, raising each other's arms into the air, as camera flashes went off, people continued to cheer and men definately whistled at their two favorite sex fends; the Diamond Duchess, Chance Kennedy and her assistant, Paula Lexington. And, being a man, Dave couldn't help but give a reaction to the extreme case of pure sexiness he saw before him. He had quite the smirk on his face, in fact, which probably wouldn't have been to pleasing for Brie to see, had she been there. But hey, can Chance help it if men want her? She makes girlfriends jealous, she is the epitome of sex symbol and, there really was no one better then her. Afterall, she was named the Most Sensuous Diva ever...that right there, speaks mounds for itself. As she rolled her tongue over her lips, her eyes falling on one, Dave Wilson, she was handed a microphone by her assistant, Paula, who stood idly by, her hands on her hips as she stood next to Chance Kennedy, peering at Dave through her own gorgeous deep hazel eyes. Pushing a strand of her gorgeous platinum blonde hair out of her face, she brought the microphone up to her lips, cleared her throat and proceeded with what she had to say.

Chance Kennedy: "Well, well, well, Paula...what do we have here?" She questioned, as Paula merely shrugged her shoulders in a coy, yet cute, manner. "Why, if it isn't Mr. Dave Wilson. Oh, don't look so surprised, sweetface, sure I've heard of you. I mean, who hasn't. You are Dave Wilson, after all. By far one of thee best male superstar's this company has employed currently. I, of course, being your female counterpart to that prestigious title" Chance said, with a smirk on her face. "You know, Dave, I am really, really sorry to hear about your little tag team partner being fired from the company and all. Truly is a tragedy, I mean, I for one would hate for that to happen to me. To be graced with such an honor of being the tag team champion, only to lose your partner? Such a shame. It must be even more hard to handle, knowing that there are all these teams forming and lerking around in the back, just waiting to take that gorgeous piece of gold from around your sexy waist there" she said, pointing in a coy manner.  "I can only imagine what you must be going through right now. What must be going through that brilliant little brain of yours" she said, as she moved in closer to him, her hand wrapped tightly around the microphone, her eyes locked on his. "Now, forgive me for sounding so forward here, sweetface, but...if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be down a partner. And, correct me if I'm wrong but, being the tag team champion and all, that seems to present quite the little problem. You are in quite the pickle there, arent'cha, young David" Chance said, her eyes gave him a sultry look that, well, there was just no pure words to describe it. "And, again, you can correct me if I'm wrong here but, without a partner, that means you'll lose this, this gorgeous piece of gold" she said, as she ran the tip of her index finger, French manicured and very slender, along his championship belt that rested around his waist, fitting perfectly. "Wow, that really is a sad situation to be in, young David...it really, really is" she said, with a smirk, as she slowly moved her finger up from the belt, continuing up his lower abdomen area and just going further and further up, until it was right in the center of his rather muscular pectoral area. "Now, we wouldn't want that to happen, would we, young David? I mean, to see you stripped of this, that would just put a cute little pout on this gorgeous face and, pout...it just doesn't suit me sweetface. I mean, if it were a sexy pout, my infamous come hither look, then...that's a different story. And, you wouldn't want to see me pout, now would you David?" she asked, in a sort of sarcastic way. He shook his head no, silently mouthing 'not really' as his eyes watched her every movement. Hey, he was a man, afterall. Men couldn't help but stare at something so beautiful, so perfect. "That's actually why I'm out here" she said, with a smile on her face, as she ran her finger over the left side of his pecks, walking around him slowly, dragging the tips of her fingers along his body as she circled him, swaying her hips in a very slow, very taunting manner. "You see, when it comes to this ring, there is no one better then yours truly, moi. I've done things in this ring, that the bitches in the back -- men and women included -- could only dream of doing. Hell, I was bold enough to take a First Blood Match by it's literal meaning and stabbed a woman to walk out a champion. Granted, that got me suspended indefinitely -- with pay, because...that's how I roll -- but, it was still an effective work method because, I still got the gold. That, young David, should tell you what kind of person I am. I am a take no prisoners type of woman. When I see something I want, I go after it...no matter who, or what, I have to go through. Whether it's you or some hack in the back that thinks they are better then moi. And that, that includes my opponent for the next episode of Shattered Glass, Jenna Helmsley. Now, you asked for anyone in the back to step forward if they thought they could be on an equal level with you, you never said it had to be a male. And, let's face facts here darling, when it comes to wrestling, I am as good as you're gonna get. When it comes to this ring, I am like the Messiah, I am Jesus fucking Chris incarnate....with a very Satanist sort of view. I don't walk on water, I don't work miracles. I couldn't give those losers in the back any more talent then God gave them brains, but hey...that's neither here nor there at this point. To be frank, and crystal clear, I am here to accept your offer. I am extending my expertise, my experience, my excellence in this ring, and my phenomenal wrestling style to you...you and I join forces and not only dominate this company, but rename it to the Dave Wilson and Chance Kennedy Wrestling Group. I mean, we all know that we're the best this company has to offer on the male and female rosters and, when you look at me, David, you see greatness. As the slogan goes; embedded in diamonds, created for gold. And, truth be told, gold really does look good on me. I mean, anything looks good on me, hello, but gold is definitely a color that suits me perfectly. So, young David, what do you say? Do you expect my offer, or would you rather settle for second best, some bum in the back that'll only drag the team down and end up costing you those precious tag team title belts. At least with me, you know you're dealing with someone that has experience working these ropes....and so much more" she said, with a playful wink. She knew the man was engaged, but it's not like she really cared. She was Chance fucking Kennedy, after all. She broke up a happy engagement, relationship...whatever you want to call Sophia McAllister and Alex Mahone's relationship back in CPW, it's not like she wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat. "The choice is yours but, I think the right one's standing in your face right now..."

Dave Wilson waits in the ring patient. Being one half of the tag team champions for SWA is an amazing accomplishment for young Dave Wilson, the fiancee to Brie Guerrero who, as we can all pretty much guess, has some sort of relation to the legendary Guerrero family. Of course, expecting the response from one of SWA's finest from the male athletic department, what Dave Wilson got seemed to be much, much more then he bargained for...let alone then he expected. As the beat began to play, the crowd sent in a mixture of boo's and cheers, and Dave stood in the ring, his eyes opened wide, at the person that would be making her way to the ring. The light's go out as a females voice begins to moan in extreme ecstacy. The sounds of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears immediately errupt from the public address system as the titantron played the most glorious video ever viewed by the SWA fans. As the music played, out walked a pair of sultry females, both with ample bodies that happened to drive the men in attendance insane. Standing on the apron, Chance Kennedy's assistant Paula held a clipboard in hand, looking from left to right in a very seductive fashion. Crawling in between her slightly opened legs, was the bodacious blonde, trailing her hand very slowly along her assistants legs, teasing the fans with their open sexuality. Licking her lips in a provocative manner, Chance eyed her assistant, still moving her hands up and down her assistants legs and thighs, as her assistant gently ran the tip of her index finger over Chance's full, luscious lips. Slowly, Chance took her assistant's hand and was brought to her feet, as the two stared at each other with proud, content smirks. Walking down the ramp, they walked arm in arm, until the reached the bottom of the ramp. Allowing Paula to go first, Chance still held her hand gingerly, as the two scaled the steel ring steps, the people in attendence were booming. The men were cheering, knowing that these two were probably the hottest females in the entire company, the men were booing knowing that these two were definately hotter then ALL of them. As they stood on the apron, they walked to the center of the ring, where Paula slowly inserted one of her legs through the middle and top rope, as Chance sat on it for her. Bending slowly, Paula straddled the middle rope, giving Chance and the crowd an eye full of what she had to offer. In a teasing manner, Chance used one hand and gently kissed the tip of her index finger, placing it on Paula's ass, giving the crowd an innocent, playful little wink. Paula brought her other leg into the ring, and propped herself on the bottom rope, keeping her legs open just a bit. Chance held tightly onto the top rope, shooting herself into the air slightly, and falling on the apron in a perfect split position. With a smirk on her face, she gently pushed herself under the bottom rope, giving the camera's behind her -- and the entire crowd -- an eyefull of the ass that she is oh so proud of. Once inside the ring, she propped herself on her knee, as she and Paula did a replay of what they'd done on the apron. Paula lowered herself onto the mat, as Chance sat up in between Paula's legs, running her hands slowly up them, giving the fans a little more to cheer about. As Paula ran her finger against Chance's lip, the two clasped hands again and Chance was brought to her feet a second time. As they stood against the ropes, their bodies were basically on each other, as they shared a sexy smirk before exchanging a quick peck on the lips. The two then moved towards the center of the ring, raising each other's arms into the air, as camera flashes went off, people continued to cheer and men definately whistled at their two favorite sex fends; the Diamond Duchess, Chance Kennedy and her assistant, Paula Lexington. And, being a man, Dave couldn't help but give a reaction to the extreme case of pure sexiness he saw before him. He had quite the smirk on his face, in fact, which probably wouldn't have been to pleasing for Brie to see, had she been there. But hey, can Chance help it if men want her? She makes girlfriends jealous, she is the epitome of sex symbol and, there really was no one better then her. Afterall, she was named the Most Sensuous Diva ever...that right there, speaks mounds for itself. As she rolled her tongue over her lips, her eyes falling on one, Dave Wilson, she was handed a microphone by her assistant, Paula, who stood idly by, her hands on her hips as she stood next to Chance Kennedy, peering at Dave through her own gorgeous deep hazel eyes. Pushing a strand of her gorgeous platinum blonde hair out of her face, she brought the microphone up to her lips, cleared her throat and proceeded with what she had to say.

Chance Kennedy: "Well, well, well, Paula...what do we have here?" She questioned, as Paula merely shrugged her shoulders in a coy, yet cute, manner. "Why, if it isn't Mr. Dave Wilson. Oh, don't look so surprised, sweetface, sure I've heard of you. I mean, who hasn't. You are Dave Wilson, after all. By far one of thee best male superstar's this company has employed currently. I, of course, being your female counterpart to that prestigious title" Chance said, with a smirk on her face. "You know, Dave, I am really, really sorry to hear about your little tag team partner being fired from the company and all. Truly is a tragedy, I mean, I for one would hate for that to happen to me. To be graced with such an honor of being the tag team champion, only to lose your partner? Such a shame. It must be even more hard to handle, knowing that there are all these teams forming and lerking around in the back, just waiting to take that gorgeous piece of gold from around your sexy waist there" she said, pointing in a coy manner.  "I can only imagine what you must be going through right now. What must be going through that brilliant little brain of yours" she said, as she moved in closer to him, her hand wrapped tightly around the microphone, her eyes locked on his. "Now, forgive me for sounding so forward here, sweetface, but...if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be down a partner. And, correct me if I'm wrong but, being the tag team champion and all, that seems to present quite the little problem. You are in quite the pickle there, arent'cha, young David" Chance said, her eyes gave him a sultry look that, well, there was just no pure words to describe it. "And, again, you can correct me if I'm wrong here but, without a partner, that means you'll lose this, this gorgeous piece of gold" she said, as she ran the tip of her index finger, French manicured and very slender, along his championship belt that rested around his waist, fitting perfectly. "Wow, that really is a sad situation to be in, young David...it really, really is" she said, with a smirk, as she slowly moved her finger up from the belt, continuing up his lower abdomen area and just going further and further up, until it was right in the center of his rather muscular pectoral area. "Now, we wouldn't want that to happen, would we, young David? I mean, to see you stripped of this, that would just put a cute little pout on this gorgeous face and, pout...it just doesn't suit me sweetface. I mean, if it were a sexy pout, my infamous come hither look, then...that's a different story. And, you wouldn't want to see me pout, now would you David?" she asked, in a sort of sarcastic way. He shook his head no, silently mouthing 'not really' as his eyes watched her every movement. Hey, he was a man, afterall. Men couldn't help but stare at something so beautiful, so perfect. "That's actually why I'm out here" she said, with a smile on her face, as she ran her finger over the left side of his pecks, walking around him slowly, dragging the tips of her fingers along his body as she circled him, swaying her hips in a very slow, very taunting manner. "You see, when it comes to this ring, there is no one better then yours truly, moi. I've done things in this ring, that the bitches in the back -- men and women included -- could only dream of doing. Hell, I was bold enough to take a First Blood Match by it's literal meaning and stabbed a woman to walk out a champion. Granted, that got me suspended indefinitely -- with pay, because...that's how I roll -- but, it was still an effective work method because, I still got the gold. That, young David, should tell you what kind of person I am. I am a take no prisoners type of woman. When I see something I want, I go after it...no matter who, or what, I have to go through. Whether it's you or some hack in the back that thinks they are better then moi. And that, that includes my opponent for the next episode of Shattered Glass, Jenna Helmsley. Now, you asked for anyone in the back to step forward if they thought they could be on an equal level with you, you never said it had to be a male. And, let's face facts here darling, when it comes to wrestling, I am as good as you're gonna get. When it comes to this ring, I am like the Messiah, I am Jesus fucking Chris incarnate....with a very Satanist sort of view. I don't walk on water, I don't work miracles. I couldn't give those losers in the back any more talent then God gave them brains, but hey...that's neither here nor there at this point. To be frank, and crystal clear, I am here to accept your offer. I am extending my expertise, my experience, my excellence in this ring, and my phenomenal wrestling style to you...you and I join forces and not only dominate this company, but rename it to the Dave Wilson and Chance Kennedy Wrestling Group. I mean, we all know that we're the best this company has to offer on the male and female rosters and, when you look at me, David, you see greatness. As the slogan goes; embedded in diamonds, created for gold. And, truth be told, gold really does look good on me. I mean, anything looks good on me, hello, but gold is definitely a color that suits me perfectly. So, young David, what do you say? Do you expect my offer, or would you rather settle for second best, some bum in the back that'll only drag the team down and end up costing you those precious tag team title belts. At least with me, you know you're dealing with someone that has experience working these ropes....and so much more" she said, with a playful wink. She knew the man was engaged, but it's not like she really cared. She was Chance fucking Kennedy, after all. She broke up a happy engagement, relationship...whatever you want to call Sophia McAllister and Alex Mahone's relationship back in CPW, it's not like she wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat. "The choice is yours but, I think the right one's standing in your face right now..."

Dave Wilson waits in the ring patient. Being one half of the tag team champions for SWA is an amazing accomplishment for young Dave Wilson, the fiancee to Brie Guerrero who, as we can all pretty much guess, has some sort of relation to the legendary Guerrero family. Of course, expecting the response from one of SWA's finest from the male athletic department, what Dave Wilson got seemed to be much, much more then he bargained for...let alone then he expected. As the beat began to play, the crowd sent in a mixture of boo's and cheers, and Dave stood in the ring, his eyes opened wide, at the person that would be making her way to the ring. The light's go out as a females voice begins to moan in extreme ecstacy. The sounds of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears immediately errupt from the public address system as the titantron played the most glorious video ever viewed by the SWA fans. As the music played, out walked a pair of sultry females, both with ample bodies that happened to drive the men in attendance insane. Standing on the apron, Chance Kennedy's assistant Paula held a clipboard in hand, looking from left to right in a very seductive fashion. Crawling in between her slightly opened legs, was the bodacious blonde, trailing her hand very slowly along her assistants legs, teasing the fans with their open sexuality. Licking her lips in a provocative manner, Chance eyed her assistant, still moving her hands up and down her assistants legs and thighs, as her assistant gently ran the tip of her index finger over Chance's full, luscious lips. Slowly, Chance took her assistant's hand and was brought to her feet, as the two stared at each other with proud, content smirks. Walking down the ramp, they walked arm in arm, until the reached the bottom of the ramp. Allowing Paula to go first, Chance still held her hand gingerly, as the two scaled the steel ring steps, the people in attendence were booming. The men were cheering, knowing that these two were probably the hottest females in the entire company, the men were booing knowing that these two were definately hotter then ALL of them. As they stood on the apron, they walked to the center of the ring, where Paula slowly inserted one of her legs through the middle and top rope, as Chance sat on it for her. Bending slowly, Paula straddled the middle rope, giving Chance and the crowd an eye full of what she had to offer. In a teasing manner, Chance used one hand and gently kissed the tip of her index finger, placing it on Paula's ass, giving the crowd an innocent, playful little wink. Paula brought her other leg into the ring, and propped herself on the bottom rope, keeping her legs open just a bit. Chance held tightly onto the top rope, shooting herself into the air slightly, and falling on the apron in a perfect split position. With a smirk on her face, she gently pushed herself under the bottom rope, giving the camera's behind her -- and the entire crowd -- an eyefull of the ass that she is oh so proud of. Once inside the ring, she propped herself on her knee, as she and Paula did a replay of what they'd done on the apron. Paula lowered herself onto the mat, as Chance sat up in between Paula's legs, running her hands slowly up them, giving the fans a little more to cheer about. As Paula ran her finger against Chance's lip, the two clasped hands again and Chance was brought to her feet a second time. As they stood against the ropes, their bodies were basically on each other, as they shared a sexy smirk before exchanging a quick peck on the lips. The two then moved towards the center of the ring, raising each other's arms into the air, as camera flashes went off, people continued to cheer and men definately whistled at their two favorite sex fends; the Diamond Duchess, Chance Kennedy and her assistant, Paula Lexington. And, being a man, Dave couldn't help but give a reaction to the extreme case of pure sexiness he saw before him. He had quite the smirk on his face, in fact, which probably wouldn't have been to pleasing for Brie to see, had she been there. But hey, can Chance help it if men want her? She makes girlfriends jealous, she is the epitome of sex symbol and, there really was no one better then her. Afterall, she was named the Most Sensuous Diva ever...that right there, speaks mounds for itself. As she rolled her tongue over her lips, her eyes falling on one, Dave Wilson, she was handed a microphone by her assistant, Paula, who stood idly by, her hands on her hips as she stood next to Chance Kennedy, peering at Dave through her own gorgeous deep hazel eyes. Pushing a strand of her gorgeous platinum blonde hair out of her face, she brought the microphone up to her lips, cleared her throat and proceeded with what she had to say.

Chance Kennedy: "Well, well, well, Paula...what do we have here?" She questioned, as Paula merely shrugged her shoulders in a coy, yet cute, manner. "Why, if it isn't Mr. Dave Wilson. Oh, don't look so surprised, sweetface, sure I've heard of you. I mean, who hasn't. You are Dave Wilson, after all. By far one of thee best male superstar's this company has employed currently. I, of course, being your female counterpart to that prestigious title" Chance said, with a smirk on her face. "You know, Dave, I am really, really sorry to hear about your little tag team partner being fired from the company and all. Truly is a tragedy, I mean, I for one would hate for that to happen to me. To be graced with such an honor of being the tag team champion, only to lose your partner? Such a shame. It must be even more hard to handle, knowing that there are all these teams forming and lerking around in the back, just waiting to take that gorgeous piece of gold from around your sexy waist there" she said, pointing in a coy manner.  "I can only imagine what you must be going through right now. What must be going through that brilliant little brain of yours" she said, as she moved in closer to him, her hand wrapped tightly around the microphone, her eyes locked on his. "Now, forgive me for sounding so forward here, sweetface, but...if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be down a partner. And, correct me if I'm wrong but, being the tag team champion and all, that seems to present quite the little problem. You are in quite the pickle there, arent'cha, young David" Chance said, her eyes gave him a sultry look that, well, there was just no pure words to describe it. "And, again, you can correct me if I'm wrong here but, without a partner, that means you'll lose this, this gorgeous piece of gold" she said, as she ran the tip of her index finger, French manicured and very slender, along his championship belt that rested around his waist, fitting perfectly. "Wow, that really is a sad situation to be in, young David...it really, really is" she said, with a smirk, as she slowly moved her finger up from the belt, continuing up his lower abdomen area and just going further and further up, until it was right in the center of his rather muscular pectoral area. "Now, we wouldn't want that to happen, would we, young David? I mean, to see you stripped of this, that would just put a cute little pout on this gorgeous face and, pout...it just doesn't suit me sweetface. I mean, if it were a sexy pout, my infamous come hither look, then...that's a different story. And, you wouldn't want to see me pout, now would you David?" she asked, in a sort of sarcastic way. He shook his head no, silently mouthing 'not really' as his eyes watched her every movement. Hey, he was a man, afterall. Men couldn't help but stare at something so beautiful, so perfect. "That's actually why I'm out here" she said, with a smile on her face, as she ran her finger over the left side of his pecks, walking around him slowly, dragging the tips of her fingers along his body as she circled him, swaying her hips in a very slow, very taunting manner. "You see, when it comes to this ring, there is no one better then yours truly, moi. I've done things in this ring, that the bitches in the back -- men and women included -- could only dream of doing. Hell, I was bold enough to take a First Blood Match by it's literal meaning and stabbed a woman to walk out a champion. Granted, that got me suspended indefinitely -- with pay, because...that's how I roll -- but, it was still an effective work method because, I still got the gold. That, young David, should tell you what kind of person I am. I am a take no prisoners type of woman. When I see something I want, I go after it...no matter who, or what, I have to go through. Whether it's you or some hack in the back that thinks they are better then moi. And that, that includes my opponent for the next episode of Shattered Glass, Jenna Helmsley. Now, you asked for anyone in the back to step forward if they thought they could be on an equal level with you, you never said it had to be a male. And, let's face facts here darling, when it comes to wrestling, I am as good as you're gonna get. When it comes to this ring, I am like the Messiah, I am Jesus fucking Chris incarnate....with a very Satanist sort of view. I don't walk on water, I don't work miracles. I couldn't give those losers in the back any more talent then God gave them brains, but hey...that's neither here nor there at this point. To be frank, and crystal clear, I am here to accept your offer. I am extending my expertise, my experience, my excellence in this ring, and my phenomenal wrestling style to you...you and I join forces and not only dominate this company, but rename it to the Dave Wilson and Chance Kennedy Wrestling Group. I mean, we all know that we're the best this company has to offer on the male and female rosters and, when you look at me, David, you see greatness. As the slogan goes; embedded in diamonds, created for gold. And, truth be told, gold really does look good on me. I mean, anything looks good on me, hello, but gold is definitely a color that suits me perfectly. So, young David, what do you say? Do you expect my offer, or would you rather settle for second best, some bum in the back that'll only drag the team down and end up costing you those precious tag team title belts. At least with me, you know you're dealing with someone that has experience working these ropes....and so much more" she said, with a playful wink. She knew the man was engaged, but it's not like she really cared. She was Chance fucking Kennedy, after all. She broke up a happy engagement, relationship...whatever you want to call Sophia McAllister and Alex Mahone's relationship back in CPW, it's not like she wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat. "The choice is yours but, I think the right one's standing in your face right now..."