NIKKI: Paris, time for another match.
PARIS: If you say so. I, for one, don’t think it will be much of a match.
NIKKI: What do you mean?
PARIS: Isn’t it obvious? The beautiful Firebird, Beth Phoenix will easily defeat that mongrel-faced
Mercedes Martinez. How dare she take the name of my favorite ride.
NIKKI: (groans) I think you might want to keep your comments about Mercedes to yourself. She’s
subject to take it personally and want to rearrange your face.
PARIS: Then, I’ll just have to press charges.
NIKKI: Yes, and then look for a great plastic surgeon….another one I mean.
PARIS: Why don’t you just shut up and call the match.
NIKKI: Fine.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York, standing five feet-six inches tall and weighing in
at one hundred forty-five pounds, she is the Firebird, Beth Phoenix!
Beth strode through the Danger Zone entrance doors and struck a defiant pose to a mixed reaction from
the crowd. Wearing a black head rag and a black satin duster with her logo embroidered on the back,
Beth strode toward the ring with a sneer on her face as the jeers began to overmatch the smattering of
cheers for the blonde.
The Firebird entered the ring, then climbed the nearest corner and extended her arms as she stood with
one foot on the top turnbuckle. Leaping down, the blonde shucked off her coat to reveal a black, midriff-
baring, lycra/satin crop-top, matching thigh-cut shorts with her logo embedded on the rear and black
wrestling boots with ‘Firebird’ stenciled along the sides. Referee Courtney Love came over and hugged
her fellow blonde, then casually gave her instructions for the match.
PARIS: If you say so. I, for one, don’t think it will be much of a match.
NIKKI: What do you mean?
PARIS: Isn’t it obvious? The beautiful Firebird, Beth Phoenix will easily defeat that mongrel-faced
Mercedes Martinez. How dare she take the name of my favorite ride.
NIKKI: (groans) I think you might want to keep your comments about Mercedes to yourself. She’s
subject to take it personally and want to rearrange your face.
PARIS: Then, I’ll just have to press charges.
NIKKI: Yes, and then look for a great plastic surgeon….another one I mean.
PARIS: Why don’t you just shut up and call the match.
NIKKI: Fine.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York, standing five feet-six inches tall and weighing in
at one hundred forty-five pounds, she is the Firebird, Beth Phoenix!
Beth strode through the Danger Zone entrance doors and struck a defiant pose to a mixed reaction from
the crowd. Wearing a black head rag and a black satin duster with her logo embroidered on the back,
Beth strode toward the ring with a sneer on her face as the jeers began to overmatch the smattering of
cheers for the blonde.
The Firebird entered the ring, then climbed the nearest corner and extended her arms as she stood with
one foot on the top turnbuckle. Leaping down, the blonde shucked off her coat to reveal a black, midriff-
baring, lycra/satin crop-top, matching thigh-cut shorts with her logo embedded on the rear and black
wrestling boots with ‘Firebird’ stenciled along the sides. Referee Courtney Love came over and hugged
her fellow blonde, then casually gave her instructions for the match.
NIKKI: Courtney seemed rather chummy with Beth. I wonder is that a bad omen for Mercedes.
PARIS: The only bad omen for Mercedes was accepting this match. Courtney will be fair to a fault.
NIKKI: Yeah, right.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Waterbury, Connecticut….she stands five feet-seven inches tall
and weighs in at one hundred-forty pounds….she is the Latina Sensation, Mercedes Martinez.
Mercedes emerged through the opening steel doors entrance as video clips of her matches played on
the jumbo flat-screens above and to the left and right of the entrance. Striking her usual cross-armed
salute to her wildly cheering fans, Mercedes had a half-smirk, half-smile on her face as she strode down
the ramp toward the ring. The Latina Sensation wore a pink, zip-up vinyl halter top with collar that was
opened enough to see the edge of the pink lace bra she wore underneath. Mercedes completed the
outfit with black leather pants with pink trim and belt and black wrestling boots.
The Latina climbed into the ring, climbed the near corner and gave her stables cross-armed salute to the
crowd who chanted “L.A.X.” as she nodded in approval. Finally, Mercedes climbed down and came
toward the center of the ring to receive her instructions from the referee Courtney. After she did,
Mercedes retreated to her corner to await the opening bell.
PARIS: The only bad omen for Mercedes was accepting this match. Courtney will be fair to a fault.
NIKKI: Yeah, right.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, from Waterbury, Connecticut….she stands five feet-seven inches tall
and weighs in at one hundred-forty pounds….she is the Latina Sensation, Mercedes Martinez.
Mercedes emerged through the opening steel doors entrance as video clips of her matches played on
the jumbo flat-screens above and to the left and right of the entrance. Striking her usual cross-armed
salute to her wildly cheering fans, Mercedes had a half-smirk, half-smile on her face as she strode down
the ramp toward the ring. The Latina Sensation wore a pink, zip-up vinyl halter top with collar that was
opened enough to see the edge of the pink lace bra she wore underneath. Mercedes completed the
outfit with black leather pants with pink trim and belt and black wrestling boots.
The Latina climbed into the ring, climbed the near corner and gave her stables cross-armed salute to the
crowd who chanted “L.A.X.” as she nodded in approval. Finally, Mercedes climbed down and came
toward the center of the ring to receive her instructions from the referee Courtney. After she did,
Mercedes retreated to her corner to await the opening bell.
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DING!
Mercedes and Beth strode from their corners warily, refusing to rush in and give their opponent an easy
opening to go on the offensive. After they circled each other once, the two grapplers strode forward and
locked up collar and elbow. Muscles strained against muscle as both powerhouses tried to overpower
each other. Slowly but surely, Mercedes began to back the blonde toward the ropes until she finally
pressed Beth against them. Quickly, Courtney stepped forward and patted Mercedes on the shoulder
and ordered her to break the hold. When Mercedes was slow in complying, the blonde swiftly began to
count. At four, the Latina backed away as Courtney pointed a menacing finger in her direction.
Again, the two combatants sized each other up while circling their foe before they finally slammed
together. Once more, Mercedes seemed to take the slow advantage and back Beth toward the ropes.
This time however, when they reached them, the pair began to roll along the ropes until they reached the
corner with Beth in control. Lazily, Courtney asked the blonde for the clean break which initially seemed
to be coming. Instead, the powerful blonde sent a thunderous knee into the midsection of Mercedes; the
impact caused the Latina to nearly double over in pain. A second kneelift to the stomach followed and
left Mercedes bent over, her mouth opened wide and her eyes watering as shockwaves of pain rippled
through her body.
Lowering her shoulder, Beth followed up by slamming a powerful shoulderblock into Mercedes’ already
throbbing midsection; the impact took the Latina off her feet for a moment until she slumped back in the
corner. A second shoulderblock from Beth followed as Courtney looked on wordlessly at the clear
infraction. With Mercedes bent forward, the blonde powerhouse resorted to a cheap eye rake as
Courtney finally asked Beth to back up and let Mercedes out of the corner.
NIKKI: I see Courtney has confirmed my suspicions. Beth is getting away with murder.
PARIS: You are so lame. Mercedes simply had something in her eye and Beth was helping her with it.
NIKKI: Uggh.
Once more Beth seemed to heed Courtney’s request as she backed up two steps to allow the blinded
Mercedes to stagger along the ropes. But just as quickly, the blonde stepped forward and administered
another eye rake eliciting a string of profanity from Mercedes. Beth then grabbed Mercedes by the wrist
and prepared to whip her across the ring. Instead, the blonde stopped short and brought her knee up
into the stomach of her opponent. An audible groan escaped the lips of Mercedes as she dropped to
her knees; the impact taking all the air out of her. With a handful of hair, Beth hauled the Latina to her
feet again and repeated the maneuver. This time, she allowed Mercedes to crumple to the canvas
clutching at her stomach as she gasped for air.
Before Mercedes could recover, Beth leapt into the air and crashed down across her foe’s throat with a
wicked legdrop; the Latina clutching at her throat as she struggled to breathe. Beth then leapt to her
feet, strode over to a still hacking Mercedes and began stomping away at her opponent’s stomach.
Finally, Courtney began to count and at four, Beth relented and backed away from an agonized
Mercedes.
NIKKI: This is ridiculous. Mercedes has no chance if Courtney continues this lunacy.
PARIS: Mercedes had no chance when she got in the ring. She is a mutt.
NIKKI: I won’t warn you about that again.
Pausing for a moment to trade insults with the crowd, Beth pressed her advantage and yanked Mercedes
to her feet. Grabbing the Latina by the wrist, the blonde whipped her foe into the ropes. As Mercedes
rebounded, Beth bent over, ready to deliver a high back bodydrop. However, the Latina Sensation saw
the telegraphed move, stopped short, dropped to one knee and delivered a thunderous uppercut that
staggered Beth so much, she spun around in a daze before Mercedes laced into her with another
thunderous right; this one sending the blonde crashing to the canvas.
Despite Courtney’s warnings, a renewed Mercedes hovered behind the stunned Firebird and motioned
for her to rise. When the blonde complied, the Latina sped forward and slammed into her opponent with
a wicked clothesline; the move sent Beth crashing back to the canvas. A second clothesline soon
followed and then a third one which left the blonde writhing on the mat holding the back of her head.
NIKKI: Uh-oh. Mercedes has had enough and Beth is in for a lesson.
PARIS: Courtney should disqualify Mercedes for those closed fists.
When Beth sat up, Mercedes moved forward and slammed a soccer kick into the blonde’s back. As Beth
arched her back in pain, Mercedes moved in, grabbed the blonde’s arms and planted a foot between her
shoulderblades, locking in a standing surfboard. Mercedes poured on the pressure as Courtney leaned
in to ask Beth if she wanted to submit. Through gritted teeth, Beth hissed out a ‘no’ as she struggled
against her opponent’s grip.
As her grip began to fail, Mercedes let go of Beth’s arms, grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed an
elbow into the top of the blonde’s head. The Latina Sensation then yanked Beth up, locked hands with
her opponent, tucked her head underneath the blonde’s right arm and flipped the Firebird into the air. A
second later, Beth crashed to the canvas courtesy of a perfect Northern Lights suplex as Mercedes
bridged for the attempted pin while Courtney slowly got into position to make the count.
ONE…
TW-
The Firebird kicked out of the pin attempt and scrambled toward the ropes with Mercedes in pursuit. As
Mercedes grabbed a handful of the kneeling blonde’s hair, Courtney moved in and got in the Latina’s
face. The interference gave Beth an opportunity to slam an uppercut into Mercedes crotch; the impact
sent shockwaves of pain through the Latina and she crashed to the canvas. Courtney looked down
puzzled as Beth used the ropes to stand.
NIKKI: What the hell? Courtney just looked the other way as Beth landed a flagrant low blow.
PARIS: I saw nothing wrong.
NIKKI: You wouldn’t. Kinda like your driving.
PARIS: Fuck off.
Mercedes was still writhing on the canvas when Beth yanked her up. The Firebird grabbed her opponent
around the waist, flipped her over her head and down the mat with a wicked gut-wrench suplex. Pain was
etched across the Latina Sensation’s face as she arched her back from the ripples of agony that traveled
down her spine.
Beth continued her assault as she again pulled Mercedes to her feet. With a mighty scoop, the blonde
lifted her opponent into the air, held her aloft for a few seconds and then brought the Latina Sensation
down with a sick looking across-the-knee backbreaker. A wail of agony came from Mercedes’ lips as she
collapsed onto the canvas.
The Firebird pressed her attack and grabbed both of Mercedes’ legs. Locking one leg behind the other
one, the blonde secured her hold, flipped the Latina over and sat back, locking in her finisher, THE
PHOENIX CLUTCH [Texas Cloverleaf]. Mercedes moaned loudly as Beth cinched in the torturous hold.
With pain etched on her face, the Latina looked toward the ropes which, though only four feet away,
seemed as though they were ten times further out of reach.
PARIS: Here it is….the end for Mercedes. I told you she was no match for the Firebird.
NIKKI: I don’t think so. Mercedes is not a quitter.
As Courtney badgered the Latina about submitting, Mercedes hissed out her denial while she closed her
eyes and crawled toward the ropes despite the pressure Beth was putting on her spine. Still about a half-
meter away, Mercedes raised herself up on her hands and began to walk herself toward her escape. As
she took a third hand-step forward, the agony in her back caused her to collapse back to the canvas.
Courtney seemed ready to motion for the bell when Mercedes snaked out her right hand and grasped
the bottom rope. Reluctantly, Courtney ordered Beth to break the hold, which the Firebird did at the
count of four.
Beth had a smile on her face as she pulled a moaning Mercedes off the canvas and scooped her into her
arms. The Firebird then pressed the Latina over her head, demonstrating her surprising strength before
she slammed her opponent to the mat with a wicked gorilla press slam. Beth continued her assault by
jerking Mercedes to her feet and then whipping the Latina into the far corner; the entire ring shook as
Mercedes slammed back first into the turnbuckles.
With a yell, Beth raced toward the slumping Latina in the corner. However, Mercedes proved to be more
resilient than she appeared as she stepped forward from the corner, dropped to the mat at the right
moment and executed a perfect drop toehold on Beth; the move forcing the blonde to slam face-first into
the middle turnbuckle. The Firebird rolled away from the corner holding her face as Mercedes slowly
made her way to her feet. Once there, the Latina Sensation grabbed Beth in a front facelock, then
dropped straight down with a wicked DDT that slammed the blonde’s face into the canvas.
NIKKI: Here comes Mercedes back and Beth is in deep trouble.
PARIS: Only a temporary setback. Beth is just lulling Mercedes in for the kill.
NIKKI: More like Beth is about to be killed.
With Beth laying face down on the canvas, Mercedes hovered over her prone opponent. As the Firebird
turned slightly onto her side, the Latina Sensation dropped down onto the blonde. Mercedes grabbed
Beth’s right arm and pulled it back, tucking it underneath her left arm while planting her right knee on the
Firebird’s outstretched left hand. The Latina then clasped her hands underneath Beth’s chin and pulled
back, locking in her finisher, THE SPANISH FLY [modified crossface/camel clutch combo]. The blonde’s
legs kicked at the canvas as Mercedes leaned back and increased the agony to the Firebird’s right
shoulder, neck and spine.
Courtney kneeled down and pleadingly asked Beth if she wanted to submit. Despite her agony, the
blonde refused as sweat poured down her face. The Firebird’s instincts kicked in then and, despite the
agony to her back, began rotating her legs to her left. Just when it seemed her spine was about to snap,
Beth’s feet found what she was hoping for: the ropes. Courtney quickly began to count and at four,
Mercedes released her torturous hold.
NIKKI: Beth with a desperation move that pays off. Mercedes was seconds away from winning the
match.
PARIS: Close will not win this…..Beth will.
Despite Courtney’s warnings, Mercedes slipped past the blonde and continued her attack. After she
pulled Beth to her feet, Mercedes grabbed the Firebird by the wrist and whipped her into the opposite
ropes. When the blonde rebounded, the Latina Sensation caught her, lifter the Firebird into the air, spun
around and planted her opponent with a thunderous spinebuster slam as a howl of agony came from
Beth’s lips upon impact.
Mercedes played to the crowd for a second as she displayed her trademark crossed wrists gesture while
screaming ‘L.A.X.’ to the cheering audience. The Latina Sensation then turned back to Beth who had
just struggled to her feet. Mercedes moved behind the blonde and locked on a rear waistlock. A second
later, the Latina had hoisted the Firebird into the air and over her head, nailing the blonde with a German
suplex. However, Mercedes never relinquished her grip; instead she rolled into Beth and pulled the
blonde to her feet. Once more, the Firebird was hoisted into the air and violently slammed to the
canvas. Yet again, the Latina Sensation maintained her grip and pulled Beth up. Finally, Mercedes
jerked her opponent into the air and completed her move-set, THE MERCEDES FLEET [three German
suplexes]. Beth rolled across the canvas in pain as Mercedes stood and acknowledged the cheers of the
fans.
The Latina Sensation motioned to the crowd with a thumbs up, then flipped it down to signify the end of
the match. Mercedes pulled Beth to her feet and locked on a front facelock. With a handful of the
blonde’s shorts, the Latina hoisted her opponent into the air, stepped forward and slammed her crotch-
first onto the top turnbuckle. As the blonde clutched at her throbbing privates, Mercedes stepped
forward and slammed a stiff right hand into the Firebird’s stomach. When Beth leaned forward from the
blow, Mercedes reached up and locked on another front facelock. The Latina Sensation then pulled her
opponent from the corner until only her feet were on the top ropes. Mercedes then tucked her head
underneath Beth’s left arm, slowly spun around and then dropped straight down, slamming the blonde to
the canvas with her finisher, THE MERCEDES BREAKER [modified hangman’s neckbreaker]. Mercedes
rolled on top of her victim while she hooked her near leg for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Just before Courtney could count to three, Beth slid her free leg onto the bottom rope, interrupting the
count.
NIKKI: Again Beth barely saved herself. Mercedes is clearly on her way to taking out the Firebird.
PARIS: You are so wrong. Beth is going to rebound any second now and take out Mercedes.
Courtney prevented Mercedes from pressing her attack as she warned the Latina about not heeding her
instructions and the respite allowed Beth to use the ropes to pull herself to her feet. When Mercedes did
move in, she pulled the seemingly still dazed Firebird away from the ropes into the center of the ring.
Suddenly, the blonde grabbed Mercedes around her waist, hoisted her opponent into the air and fell
back toward the ropes, nailing the Latina with a wicked stun gun maneuver as Mercedes came down
throat first across the top rope.
As Mercedes flopped around on the canvas clutching at her throat, Beth staggered into the far corner to
regroup while the Latina tried to recover. When Mercedes finally managed to stand, she turned around
too late as an invigorated Beth smashed into her with a sick looking spear that left the Latina breathless
once again.
The blonde had a wild look in her eyes as she gave the crowd a ‘thumbs down’ motion. With a handful of
her opponent’s hair, Beth yanked the Latina off the mat and then hoisted her onto her shoulders.
Nodding to the crowd, the Firebird then slid the Latina Sensation forward slightly and smashed her to the
canvas with her finisher, DOWN IN FLAMES [Michinoku Driver II]. A howl of pain escaped the Latina’s
lips as pain wracked her body. Despite being near the ropes, Beth arrogantly covered Mercedes without
hooking her leg as Courtney dropped down to count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
This time, Mercedes’ foot managed to find the bottom rope before the final count, much to Courtney’s
dismay.
PARIS: What??? Now, I have to say….I think Courtney blew it there. That was definitely three.
NIKKI: Even she knew she couldn’t get away with something so flagrant. Mercedes is not finished yet.
Enraged, Beth grabbed a handful of her opponent’s tresses and pulled her up. The dazed Latina
Sensation saw even more stars as the blonde laced into her with a forearm uppercut that snapped
Mercedes’ head back. A second uppercut sent Mercedes staggering back into the ropes as Courtney
looked on with a slight smirk on her face. The blonde then slammed a knife-edged chop into the chest of
her opponent.
With Mercedes stunned, Beth worked quickly and hoisted the Latina Sensation onto her shoulders, then
headed toward the near corner. As the Firebird climbed to the second rope facing the crowd, Mercedes
began to wiggle free of the blonde’s grip. A second later, the Latina dropped to the mat on her feet,
ducked her head between the legs of the horrified blonde, lifted her into the air, ran forward and
powerbombed Beth to the canvas; the impact resounding throughout the arena.
NIKKI: Wow! What a move by Mercedes! Not only did she escape the Firebird’s finisher, but she now
has Beth on the ropes.
PARIS: This cannot be happening. This is even worse than that other redhead showing up at one of my
parties.
As Beth moaned on the canvas holding her back, Mercedes moved behind her prey and motioned for
her to get up. When Beth finally stood, the Latina moved in quickly, grabbed the blonde, hoisted her into
the air and then slammed her to the canvas with a devastating Saito suplex; the Firebird taking the brunt
of the impact on her neck and shoulders.
Again Mercedes hovered behind her stunned opponent waiting for her to rise. This time, when Beth
finally staggered to her feet, Mercedes moved in and attempted to grab the blonde in a front facelock.
Instead, Beth proved she wasn’t totally out of it and slammed a stiff forearm into the sore ribs of the
Latina. When Beth tried to stagger away, Mercedes reached out and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s
tresses. For her trouble, the Latina Sensation received a back elbow to her jaw; the move caused
Mercedes to see stars.
Turning around, Beth saw that she had stunned the Latina and backed up two steps before she rushed
forward, her arm outstretched for a thunderous clothesline. The move never materialized as Mercedes
ducked beneath the blow, turned around and caught Beth as she turned around with a stiff boot to the
mid-section. Doubled over, the Firebird was helpless as Mercedes locked on a front facelock, hooked
her near leg and lifted the powerhouse into the air. A second later, Mercedes dropped straight down and
slammed Beth into the canvas with her finisher, THE MERCEDES DRIVER [fisherman buster suplex
piledriver]. The Latina Sensation rolled on top of her opponent, hooked her leg and waited for Courtney
to make the count. Lackadaisically, the buxom blonde dropped to the mat and began to count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner…..the Latina Sensation, Mercedes Martinez!
NIKKI: A magnificent and well-earned victory for Mercedes.
PARIS: I cannot believe it. Beth lost to that gremlin Mercedes.
NIKKI: Mercedes is definitely on the title track.
PARIS: That track is about to hit a wall.
After acknowledging the crowd’s cheers, Mercedes turned toward Courtney and began admonishing the
referee on her poor officiating. As she did, Mercedes ignored the warnings from the crowd as a figure
raced down the ramp and slid into the ring behind her with a steel chair in hand. It was Melissa Anderson.
Mercedes and Beth strode from their corners warily, refusing to rush in and give their opponent an easy
opening to go on the offensive. After they circled each other once, the two grapplers strode forward and
locked up collar and elbow. Muscles strained against muscle as both powerhouses tried to overpower
each other. Slowly but surely, Mercedes began to back the blonde toward the ropes until she finally
pressed Beth against them. Quickly, Courtney stepped forward and patted Mercedes on the shoulder
and ordered her to break the hold. When Mercedes was slow in complying, the blonde swiftly began to
count. At four, the Latina backed away as Courtney pointed a menacing finger in her direction.
Again, the two combatants sized each other up while circling their foe before they finally slammed
together. Once more, Mercedes seemed to take the slow advantage and back Beth toward the ropes.
This time however, when they reached them, the pair began to roll along the ropes until they reached the
corner with Beth in control. Lazily, Courtney asked the blonde for the clean break which initially seemed
to be coming. Instead, the powerful blonde sent a thunderous knee into the midsection of Mercedes; the
impact caused the Latina to nearly double over in pain. A second kneelift to the stomach followed and
left Mercedes bent over, her mouth opened wide and her eyes watering as shockwaves of pain rippled
through her body.
Lowering her shoulder, Beth followed up by slamming a powerful shoulderblock into Mercedes’ already
throbbing midsection; the impact took the Latina off her feet for a moment until she slumped back in the
corner. A second shoulderblock from Beth followed as Courtney looked on wordlessly at the clear
infraction. With Mercedes bent forward, the blonde powerhouse resorted to a cheap eye rake as
Courtney finally asked Beth to back up and let Mercedes out of the corner.
NIKKI: I see Courtney has confirmed my suspicions. Beth is getting away with murder.
PARIS: You are so lame. Mercedes simply had something in her eye and Beth was helping her with it.
NIKKI: Uggh.
Once more Beth seemed to heed Courtney’s request as she backed up two steps to allow the blinded
Mercedes to stagger along the ropes. But just as quickly, the blonde stepped forward and administered
another eye rake eliciting a string of profanity from Mercedes. Beth then grabbed Mercedes by the wrist
and prepared to whip her across the ring. Instead, the blonde stopped short and brought her knee up
into the stomach of her opponent. An audible groan escaped the lips of Mercedes as she dropped to
her knees; the impact taking all the air out of her. With a handful of hair, Beth hauled the Latina to her
feet again and repeated the maneuver. This time, she allowed Mercedes to crumple to the canvas
clutching at her stomach as she gasped for air.
Before Mercedes could recover, Beth leapt into the air and crashed down across her foe’s throat with a
wicked legdrop; the Latina clutching at her throat as she struggled to breathe. Beth then leapt to her
feet, strode over to a still hacking Mercedes and began stomping away at her opponent’s stomach.
Finally, Courtney began to count and at four, Beth relented and backed away from an agonized
Mercedes.
NIKKI: This is ridiculous. Mercedes has no chance if Courtney continues this lunacy.
PARIS: Mercedes had no chance when she got in the ring. She is a mutt.
NIKKI: I won’t warn you about that again.
Pausing for a moment to trade insults with the crowd, Beth pressed her advantage and yanked Mercedes
to her feet. Grabbing the Latina by the wrist, the blonde whipped her foe into the ropes. As Mercedes
rebounded, Beth bent over, ready to deliver a high back bodydrop. However, the Latina Sensation saw
the telegraphed move, stopped short, dropped to one knee and delivered a thunderous uppercut that
staggered Beth so much, she spun around in a daze before Mercedes laced into her with another
thunderous right; this one sending the blonde crashing to the canvas.
Despite Courtney’s warnings, a renewed Mercedes hovered behind the stunned Firebird and motioned
for her to rise. When the blonde complied, the Latina sped forward and slammed into her opponent with
a wicked clothesline; the move sent Beth crashing back to the canvas. A second clothesline soon
followed and then a third one which left the blonde writhing on the mat holding the back of her head.
NIKKI: Uh-oh. Mercedes has had enough and Beth is in for a lesson.
PARIS: Courtney should disqualify Mercedes for those closed fists.
When Beth sat up, Mercedes moved forward and slammed a soccer kick into the blonde’s back. As Beth
arched her back in pain, Mercedes moved in, grabbed the blonde’s arms and planted a foot between her
shoulderblades, locking in a standing surfboard. Mercedes poured on the pressure as Courtney leaned
in to ask Beth if she wanted to submit. Through gritted teeth, Beth hissed out a ‘no’ as she struggled
against her opponent’s grip.
As her grip began to fail, Mercedes let go of Beth’s arms, grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed an
elbow into the top of the blonde’s head. The Latina Sensation then yanked Beth up, locked hands with
her opponent, tucked her head underneath the blonde’s right arm and flipped the Firebird into the air. A
second later, Beth crashed to the canvas courtesy of a perfect Northern Lights suplex as Mercedes
bridged for the attempted pin while Courtney slowly got into position to make the count.
ONE…
TW-
The Firebird kicked out of the pin attempt and scrambled toward the ropes with Mercedes in pursuit. As
Mercedes grabbed a handful of the kneeling blonde’s hair, Courtney moved in and got in the Latina’s
face. The interference gave Beth an opportunity to slam an uppercut into Mercedes crotch; the impact
sent shockwaves of pain through the Latina and she crashed to the canvas. Courtney looked down
puzzled as Beth used the ropes to stand.
NIKKI: What the hell? Courtney just looked the other way as Beth landed a flagrant low blow.
PARIS: I saw nothing wrong.
NIKKI: You wouldn’t. Kinda like your driving.
PARIS: Fuck off.
Mercedes was still writhing on the canvas when Beth yanked her up. The Firebird grabbed her opponent
around the waist, flipped her over her head and down the mat with a wicked gut-wrench suplex. Pain was
etched across the Latina Sensation’s face as she arched her back from the ripples of agony that traveled
down her spine.
Beth continued her assault as she again pulled Mercedes to her feet. With a mighty scoop, the blonde
lifted her opponent into the air, held her aloft for a few seconds and then brought the Latina Sensation
down with a sick looking across-the-knee backbreaker. A wail of agony came from Mercedes’ lips as she
collapsed onto the canvas.
The Firebird pressed her attack and grabbed both of Mercedes’ legs. Locking one leg behind the other
one, the blonde secured her hold, flipped the Latina over and sat back, locking in her finisher, THE
PHOENIX CLUTCH [Texas Cloverleaf]. Mercedes moaned loudly as Beth cinched in the torturous hold.
With pain etched on her face, the Latina looked toward the ropes which, though only four feet away,
seemed as though they were ten times further out of reach.
PARIS: Here it is….the end for Mercedes. I told you she was no match for the Firebird.
NIKKI: I don’t think so. Mercedes is not a quitter.
As Courtney badgered the Latina about submitting, Mercedes hissed out her denial while she closed her
eyes and crawled toward the ropes despite the pressure Beth was putting on her spine. Still about a half-
meter away, Mercedes raised herself up on her hands and began to walk herself toward her escape. As
she took a third hand-step forward, the agony in her back caused her to collapse back to the canvas.
Courtney seemed ready to motion for the bell when Mercedes snaked out her right hand and grasped
the bottom rope. Reluctantly, Courtney ordered Beth to break the hold, which the Firebird did at the
count of four.
Beth had a smile on her face as she pulled a moaning Mercedes off the canvas and scooped her into her
arms. The Firebird then pressed the Latina over her head, demonstrating her surprising strength before
she slammed her opponent to the mat with a wicked gorilla press slam. Beth continued her assault by
jerking Mercedes to her feet and then whipping the Latina into the far corner; the entire ring shook as
Mercedes slammed back first into the turnbuckles.
With a yell, Beth raced toward the slumping Latina in the corner. However, Mercedes proved to be more
resilient than she appeared as she stepped forward from the corner, dropped to the mat at the right
moment and executed a perfect drop toehold on Beth; the move forcing the blonde to slam face-first into
the middle turnbuckle. The Firebird rolled away from the corner holding her face as Mercedes slowly
made her way to her feet. Once there, the Latina Sensation grabbed Beth in a front facelock, then
dropped straight down with a wicked DDT that slammed the blonde’s face into the canvas.
NIKKI: Here comes Mercedes back and Beth is in deep trouble.
PARIS: Only a temporary setback. Beth is just lulling Mercedes in for the kill.
NIKKI: More like Beth is about to be killed.
With Beth laying face down on the canvas, Mercedes hovered over her prone opponent. As the Firebird
turned slightly onto her side, the Latina Sensation dropped down onto the blonde. Mercedes grabbed
Beth’s right arm and pulled it back, tucking it underneath her left arm while planting her right knee on the
Firebird’s outstretched left hand. The Latina then clasped her hands underneath Beth’s chin and pulled
back, locking in her finisher, THE SPANISH FLY [modified crossface/camel clutch combo]. The blonde’s
legs kicked at the canvas as Mercedes leaned back and increased the agony to the Firebird’s right
shoulder, neck and spine.
Courtney kneeled down and pleadingly asked Beth if she wanted to submit. Despite her agony, the
blonde refused as sweat poured down her face. The Firebird’s instincts kicked in then and, despite the
agony to her back, began rotating her legs to her left. Just when it seemed her spine was about to snap,
Beth’s feet found what she was hoping for: the ropes. Courtney quickly began to count and at four,
Mercedes released her torturous hold.
NIKKI: Beth with a desperation move that pays off. Mercedes was seconds away from winning the
match.
PARIS: Close will not win this…..Beth will.
Despite Courtney’s warnings, Mercedes slipped past the blonde and continued her attack. After she
pulled Beth to her feet, Mercedes grabbed the Firebird by the wrist and whipped her into the opposite
ropes. When the blonde rebounded, the Latina Sensation caught her, lifter the Firebird into the air, spun
around and planted her opponent with a thunderous spinebuster slam as a howl of agony came from
Beth’s lips upon impact.
Mercedes played to the crowd for a second as she displayed her trademark crossed wrists gesture while
screaming ‘L.A.X.’ to the cheering audience. The Latina Sensation then turned back to Beth who had
just struggled to her feet. Mercedes moved behind the blonde and locked on a rear waistlock. A second
later, the Latina had hoisted the Firebird into the air and over her head, nailing the blonde with a German
suplex. However, Mercedes never relinquished her grip; instead she rolled into Beth and pulled the
blonde to her feet. Once more, the Firebird was hoisted into the air and violently slammed to the
canvas. Yet again, the Latina Sensation maintained her grip and pulled Beth up. Finally, Mercedes
jerked her opponent into the air and completed her move-set, THE MERCEDES FLEET [three German
suplexes]. Beth rolled across the canvas in pain as Mercedes stood and acknowledged the cheers of the
fans.
The Latina Sensation motioned to the crowd with a thumbs up, then flipped it down to signify the end of
the match. Mercedes pulled Beth to her feet and locked on a front facelock. With a handful of the
blonde’s shorts, the Latina hoisted her opponent into the air, stepped forward and slammed her crotch-
first onto the top turnbuckle. As the blonde clutched at her throbbing privates, Mercedes stepped
forward and slammed a stiff right hand into the Firebird’s stomach. When Beth leaned forward from the
blow, Mercedes reached up and locked on another front facelock. The Latina Sensation then pulled her
opponent from the corner until only her feet were on the top ropes. Mercedes then tucked her head
underneath Beth’s left arm, slowly spun around and then dropped straight down, slamming the blonde to
the canvas with her finisher, THE MERCEDES BREAKER [modified hangman’s neckbreaker]. Mercedes
rolled on top of her victim while she hooked her near leg for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Just before Courtney could count to three, Beth slid her free leg onto the bottom rope, interrupting the
count.
NIKKI: Again Beth barely saved herself. Mercedes is clearly on her way to taking out the Firebird.
PARIS: You are so wrong. Beth is going to rebound any second now and take out Mercedes.
Courtney prevented Mercedes from pressing her attack as she warned the Latina about not heeding her
instructions and the respite allowed Beth to use the ropes to pull herself to her feet. When Mercedes did
move in, she pulled the seemingly still dazed Firebird away from the ropes into the center of the ring.
Suddenly, the blonde grabbed Mercedes around her waist, hoisted her opponent into the air and fell
back toward the ropes, nailing the Latina with a wicked stun gun maneuver as Mercedes came down
throat first across the top rope.
As Mercedes flopped around on the canvas clutching at her throat, Beth staggered into the far corner to
regroup while the Latina tried to recover. When Mercedes finally managed to stand, she turned around
too late as an invigorated Beth smashed into her with a sick looking spear that left the Latina breathless
once again.
The blonde had a wild look in her eyes as she gave the crowd a ‘thumbs down’ motion. With a handful of
her opponent’s hair, Beth yanked the Latina off the mat and then hoisted her onto her shoulders.
Nodding to the crowd, the Firebird then slid the Latina Sensation forward slightly and smashed her to the
canvas with her finisher, DOWN IN FLAMES [Michinoku Driver II]. A howl of pain escaped the Latina’s
lips as pain wracked her body. Despite being near the ropes, Beth arrogantly covered Mercedes without
hooking her leg as Courtney dropped down to count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
This time, Mercedes’ foot managed to find the bottom rope before the final count, much to Courtney’s
dismay.
PARIS: What??? Now, I have to say….I think Courtney blew it there. That was definitely three.
NIKKI: Even she knew she couldn’t get away with something so flagrant. Mercedes is not finished yet.
Enraged, Beth grabbed a handful of her opponent’s tresses and pulled her up. The dazed Latina
Sensation saw even more stars as the blonde laced into her with a forearm uppercut that snapped
Mercedes’ head back. A second uppercut sent Mercedes staggering back into the ropes as Courtney
looked on with a slight smirk on her face. The blonde then slammed a knife-edged chop into the chest of
her opponent.
With Mercedes stunned, Beth worked quickly and hoisted the Latina Sensation onto her shoulders, then
headed toward the near corner. As the Firebird climbed to the second rope facing the crowd, Mercedes
began to wiggle free of the blonde’s grip. A second later, the Latina dropped to the mat on her feet,
ducked her head between the legs of the horrified blonde, lifted her into the air, ran forward and
powerbombed Beth to the canvas; the impact resounding throughout the arena.
NIKKI: Wow! What a move by Mercedes! Not only did she escape the Firebird’s finisher, but she now
has Beth on the ropes.
PARIS: This cannot be happening. This is even worse than that other redhead showing up at one of my
parties.
As Beth moaned on the canvas holding her back, Mercedes moved behind her prey and motioned for
her to get up. When Beth finally stood, the Latina moved in quickly, grabbed the blonde, hoisted her into
the air and then slammed her to the canvas with a devastating Saito suplex; the Firebird taking the brunt
of the impact on her neck and shoulders.
Again Mercedes hovered behind her stunned opponent waiting for her to rise. This time, when Beth
finally staggered to her feet, Mercedes moved in and attempted to grab the blonde in a front facelock.
Instead, Beth proved she wasn’t totally out of it and slammed a stiff forearm into the sore ribs of the
Latina. When Beth tried to stagger away, Mercedes reached out and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s
tresses. For her trouble, the Latina Sensation received a back elbow to her jaw; the move caused
Mercedes to see stars.
Turning around, Beth saw that she had stunned the Latina and backed up two steps before she rushed
forward, her arm outstretched for a thunderous clothesline. The move never materialized as Mercedes
ducked beneath the blow, turned around and caught Beth as she turned around with a stiff boot to the
mid-section. Doubled over, the Firebird was helpless as Mercedes locked on a front facelock, hooked
her near leg and lifted the powerhouse into the air. A second later, Mercedes dropped straight down and
slammed Beth into the canvas with her finisher, THE MERCEDES DRIVER [fisherman buster suplex
piledriver]. The Latina Sensation rolled on top of her opponent, hooked her leg and waited for Courtney
to make the count. Lackadaisically, the buxom blonde dropped to the mat and began to count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
ANNOUNCER: Your winner…..the Latina Sensation, Mercedes Martinez!
NIKKI: A magnificent and well-earned victory for Mercedes.
PARIS: I cannot believe it. Beth lost to that gremlin Mercedes.
NIKKI: Mercedes is definitely on the title track.
PARIS: That track is about to hit a wall.
After acknowledging the crowd’s cheers, Mercedes turned toward Courtney and began admonishing the
referee on her poor officiating. As she did, Mercedes ignored the warnings from the crowd as a figure
raced down the ramp and slid into the ring behind her with a steel chair in hand. It was Melissa Anderson.
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Melissa popped to her feet and as Mercedes turned around, sped forward and slammed the chair over
the head of the Latina; the L.A.X. leader immediately crumpled to the canvas in a heap as the audience
showed Melissa with jeers. As they did, two more figures streaked down the ramp toward the ring. It was
Mickie James and Ms.Chif.
the head of the Latina; the L.A.X. leader immediately crumpled to the canvas in a heap as the audience
showed Melissa with jeers. As they did, two more figures streaked down the ramp toward the ring. It was
Mickie James and Ms.Chif.
NIKKI: Oh God! Mercedes is in a bad way. The Doom Patrol is here en force and they want to take out
the leader of the L.A.X.
PARIS: My prayers have been answered.
Mickie slid into the ring and checked on the recovering Beth Phoenix while Ms.Chif seemed to hover
behind the cover of the ringside barricade near the foot of the ramp. While she did, Melissa had a crazed
look on her face while she waited for Mercedes to stir. When Mercedes finally struggled to stand, the
damage from the chair was apparent as a stream of blood poured down her face from a gash over her
right eye where her piercing seemed to be ripped away. The glassy eyed Latina made up to one knee
when Melissa slammed the steel chair over her head once more, sending her crashing back to the
canvas; a pool of blood forming from her head wound as she convulsed on the mat.
Just then, the crowd erupted as two figures raced through the entrance and down the ramp. It was
Melina Perez and Shelly Martinez.
the leader of the L.A.X.
PARIS: My prayers have been answered.
Mickie slid into the ring and checked on the recovering Beth Phoenix while Ms.Chif seemed to hover
behind the cover of the ringside barricade near the foot of the ramp. While she did, Melissa had a crazed
look on her face while she waited for Mercedes to stir. When Mercedes finally struggled to stand, the
damage from the chair was apparent as a stream of blood poured down her face from a gash over her
right eye where her piercing seemed to be ripped away. The glassy eyed Latina made up to one knee
when Melissa slammed the steel chair over her head once more, sending her crashing back to the
canvas; a pool of blood forming from her head wound as she convulsed on the mat.
Just then, the crowd erupted as two figures raced through the entrance and down the ramp. It was
Melina Perez and Shelly Martinez.
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Melina was a few yards in front of Shelly and as she headed for the ring, somehow ducked beneath an
attempted ambush attack from Ms.Chif as the Goth grappler tried to land a clothesline. As Melina
continued forward and slid into the ring, Shelly attacked Ms.Chif and laced into the rulebreaker with a
series of right hands that had the Goth Princess backpedaling. When Shelly rushed forward with a
clothesline of her own, Ms.Chif ducked the maneuver, spun around and sprayed her dreaded green mist
into the eyes of the sexy Latina. Immediately, Shelly collapsed to the arena floor, clutching at her eyes
and screaming as Ms.Chif leaned back and uttered one of her triumphant screams.
PARIS: Yes, yes, yes. L.A.X. is dropping like flies.
NIKKI: This was all a setup. The Doom Patrol intends to take out their competition tonight.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Melina had attacked Melissa from behind, disarmed her of her steel chair and
then laced into the brunette with a series of wicked right hands. When Mickie tried to sneak behind the
enraged Latina, Melina spun around, caught Mickie, lifted her into the air and dropped down, nailing the
Little Psycho with a flapjack suplex. A revived Beth then rushed forward with an attempted spear.
Instead, the Latina dropped down and used the blonde’s momentum to toss her through the ropes and
down to the arena floor.
When Melina turned around, Melissa booted her in the stomach and doubled over the Latina. The
Future Legend then moved behind the Latina and locked on a double wristlock just before she bent down
and hoisted Melina onto shoulders. Before Melissa could land her finisher, THE AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh
Driver piledriver], Melina wiggled from of the hold and landed on her feet behind the former cheerleader.
The Latina then bounced off the ropes and headed toward Melissa with an attempted clothesline. The
Future Legend dropped to the mat as Melina sped past and straight into a superkick from a revived
Mickie; the impact sending the Latina crashing to the canvas.
The Little Psycho then pulled the dazed Melina up and backpedaled until she was standing over Melissa’s
discarded steel chair. With a wicked smile on her face, Mickie locked on a front facelock, leapt into the
air and slammed Melina’s skull into the steel chair with her finisher, THE MICKIE DDT [jumping implant
DDT]. The Latina spasmed briefly on the mat before lying still as a pool of blood formed below her face
courtesy of the impact.
NIKKI: This is a nightmare. Can't anybody stop this?
PARIS: Christmas has come early for me. This is sooooo cool.
NIKKI: I hate you. I really, really hate you.
PARIS: Take a number.
After hi-fiving her teammate, Melissa turned back toward a dazed Mercedes who was trying to push
herself off the canvas. Blood poured down the Latina’s face and onto the mat where a puddle of blood
had already formed; the crimson turning Mercedes into a grisly visage. Slowly, Melissa stepped to her
left, retrieved the steel chair and headed toward Mercedes. Wordlessly, the Future Legend dropped the
weapon onto the canvas and nudged it underneath the blood-covered face of Mercedes as she grabbed
a handful of the Latina Sensation’s hair to hold her in place.
MELISSA: Mercedes, you’ve been a pain in the ass to me for too long….time for that to end.
With that, Melissa stepped behind Mercedes, grabbed both of her wrists and planted a foot between the
Latina’s shoulderblades. Slowly, the Future Legend began to force Mercedes’ wrists together as the
Latina Sensation began to scream loudly; her shoulders on the verge of being dislocated. Suddenly, an
audible pop could be heard as the Latina’s voice reached a new decibel level and she pleaded with
Melissa to stop. The Future Legend responded by stomping down with her signature move, KICKED TO
THE CURB [surfboard stomp] and slamming Mercedes’ face into the steel chair. The Latina began to
twitch violently as Melissa and Mickie again hi-fived each other and Ms.Chif and Beth clapped from the
arena floor.
Just then, the crowd jumped to their feet as three figures burst onto the stage and started down the
ramp. It was Grace Rivera, Deven Michaels and Exotica Soto.
attempted ambush attack from Ms.Chif as the Goth grappler tried to land a clothesline. As Melina
continued forward and slid into the ring, Shelly attacked Ms.Chif and laced into the rulebreaker with a
series of right hands that had the Goth Princess backpedaling. When Shelly rushed forward with a
clothesline of her own, Ms.Chif ducked the maneuver, spun around and sprayed her dreaded green mist
into the eyes of the sexy Latina. Immediately, Shelly collapsed to the arena floor, clutching at her eyes
and screaming as Ms.Chif leaned back and uttered one of her triumphant screams.
PARIS: Yes, yes, yes. L.A.X. is dropping like flies.
NIKKI: This was all a setup. The Doom Patrol intends to take out their competition tonight.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Melina had attacked Melissa from behind, disarmed her of her steel chair and
then laced into the brunette with a series of wicked right hands. When Mickie tried to sneak behind the
enraged Latina, Melina spun around, caught Mickie, lifted her into the air and dropped down, nailing the
Little Psycho with a flapjack suplex. A revived Beth then rushed forward with an attempted spear.
Instead, the Latina dropped down and used the blonde’s momentum to toss her through the ropes and
down to the arena floor.
When Melina turned around, Melissa booted her in the stomach and doubled over the Latina. The
Future Legend then moved behind the Latina and locked on a double wristlock just before she bent down
and hoisted Melina onto shoulders. Before Melissa could land her finisher, THE AFTERSHOCK [Kudoh
Driver piledriver], Melina wiggled from of the hold and landed on her feet behind the former cheerleader.
The Latina then bounced off the ropes and headed toward Melissa with an attempted clothesline. The
Future Legend dropped to the mat as Melina sped past and straight into a superkick from a revived
Mickie; the impact sending the Latina crashing to the canvas.
The Little Psycho then pulled the dazed Melina up and backpedaled until she was standing over Melissa’s
discarded steel chair. With a wicked smile on her face, Mickie locked on a front facelock, leapt into the
air and slammed Melina’s skull into the steel chair with her finisher, THE MICKIE DDT [jumping implant
DDT]. The Latina spasmed briefly on the mat before lying still as a pool of blood formed below her face
courtesy of the impact.
NIKKI: This is a nightmare. Can't anybody stop this?
PARIS: Christmas has come early for me. This is sooooo cool.
NIKKI: I hate you. I really, really hate you.
PARIS: Take a number.
After hi-fiving her teammate, Melissa turned back toward a dazed Mercedes who was trying to push
herself off the canvas. Blood poured down the Latina’s face and onto the mat where a puddle of blood
had already formed; the crimson turning Mercedes into a grisly visage. Slowly, Melissa stepped to her
left, retrieved the steel chair and headed toward Mercedes. Wordlessly, the Future Legend dropped the
weapon onto the canvas and nudged it underneath the blood-covered face of Mercedes as she grabbed
a handful of the Latina Sensation’s hair to hold her in place.
MELISSA: Mercedes, you’ve been a pain in the ass to me for too long….time for that to end.
With that, Melissa stepped behind Mercedes, grabbed both of her wrists and planted a foot between the
Latina’s shoulderblades. Slowly, the Future Legend began to force Mercedes’ wrists together as the
Latina Sensation began to scream loudly; her shoulders on the verge of being dislocated. Suddenly, an
audible pop could be heard as the Latina’s voice reached a new decibel level and she pleaded with
Melissa to stop. The Future Legend responded by stomping down with her signature move, KICKED TO
THE CURB [surfboard stomp] and slamming Mercedes’ face into the steel chair. The Latina began to
twitch violently as Melissa and Mickie again hi-fived each other and Ms.Chif and Beth clapped from the
arena floor.
Just then, the crowd jumped to their feet as three figures burst onto the stage and started down the
ramp. It was Grace Rivera, Deven Michaels and Exotica Soto.
Just then, the crowd jumped to their feet as three figures burst onto the stage and started down the
ramp. It was Grace Rivera, Deven Michaels and Exotica Soto.
Like rats deserting a sinking ship, Ms.Chif and Beth quickly leapt over the ringside barricade and
disappeared into the crowd while Melissa and Mickie did the same on the opposite side of the ring after
they exited it. Deven stopped at the bottom of the ramp to check on Shelly while Grace and Exotica slid
into the ring to check on their fellow Latinas. Frantically, they waved for the medical personnel to come
tend to the downed L.A.X. members.
NIKKI: I cannot believe this. The Doom Patrol has taken out L.A.X. And I think that Mercedes is badly
injured.
PARIS: I love The Doom Patrol. Now, if only they could take out Latina Heat.
NIKKI: Fortunately, Grace and her crew had not left the arena otherwise who knows what Melissa might
have done to Mercedes.
PARIS: (sighing) Yeah, too bad.
NIKKI: Let’s take a break and then come back with another match.
ramp. It was Grace Rivera, Deven Michaels and Exotica Soto.
Like rats deserting a sinking ship, Ms.Chif and Beth quickly leapt over the ringside barricade and
disappeared into the crowd while Melissa and Mickie did the same on the opposite side of the ring after
they exited it. Deven stopped at the bottom of the ramp to check on Shelly while Grace and Exotica slid
into the ring to check on their fellow Latinas. Frantically, they waved for the medical personnel to come
tend to the downed L.A.X. members.
NIKKI: I cannot believe this. The Doom Patrol has taken out L.A.X. And I think that Mercedes is badly
injured.
PARIS: I love The Doom Patrol. Now, if only they could take out Latina Heat.
NIKKI: Fortunately, Grace and her crew had not left the arena otherwise who knows what Melissa might
have done to Mercedes.
PARIS: (sighing) Yeah, too bad.
NIKKI: Let’s take a break and then come back with another match.
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