Night had fallen upon us and quite a few questions had been on the minds of Warzone’s aficionados. What will be the outcome of Rebecca’s match with Celeste Starr? Was Jayson Armada really going to be on Rebecca Rancid’s side in this match? And finally, did Juan Ceaser Vasquez truly intend on getting laid tonight? At least two of those brilliant questions would be answered tonight when Rebecca knocks Celeste out like a whore being donkey punched; quick and unexpected.

The scenery opened to your regular private jet landing on your regular old ground, well at least the latter was correct. Rebecca Rancid and her entourage stepped out of it back onto Miami grounds in order for Rebecca to win her match tonight. They had taken a trip to Vegas that afternoon as there was nothing better to do. But Rebecca's glamorous lifestyle wasn't of much importance tonight. Though she constantly donned dresses worth thousands of dollars, she still harbored a legitimate amout of modesty. Everyone on the earth's surface knew that Rebecca earned her own dollars, the hard way. Being a playboy model came second to being a wrestler, something her opponent had yet to grasp.

The three lovely ladies had entered the American Airlines Arena a bit earlier than scheduled. Jim, one of the janitors had assisted the women with their luggage and Lola thanked him with a hand job. While he left their bags in Rebecca's locker room, the pyro princess took a detour and decided to go into the locker room of her opponent.

"It's locked," she told the others. "Like I expected."

The three mousketeers gave each other a look that lacked any semblance of innocence.

"So?" questioned Lola slowly backing away from the door, not like she had any intentions of leaving it though.

"That's not going to stop us!" declared Rebecca and then with her foot, kicked the door down.

Just like that, it fell, similarly Celeste would tonight. She switched the lights on upon entering and the girls rushed inside like they were boys at a panty raid. The once neatly organized room for a pwi superstar found it's self in a disarray. The couch had literally been turned upside down after the cotton stuffing inside it got ripped out and strewn on the floor.

"If she was a real whore, she'd fuck in here," Rebecca suggested.

This gave Lola an idea. She figured that if she waited in the midst of all the mess knowing that Celeste and her brother Juan arrived, she'd be able to seduce him into sleeping with her.

"Maybe I'll watch your match from here, on TV. Wouldn't that be a treat?" she announced to them.

"I hope it's still working," said Paris.

"Is it?" asked Rebecca coyly and then she smashed the vase that once sat on a table that lay broken into the television screen.

"Tell me how it goes," stated Lola with a soft smirk.

"C'mon," Rebecca said while dragging her friend along. Paris followed suit and the lights went off at last. Boy was Celeste going to walk into a mess, literally.