Tulsa, Oklahoma... would be the last place Riona Langly would ever go if it were not for the ACW card there that weekend. The majority of Oklahoma wrestling fans are the typical stereotype of a redneck, with no tolerance for a female wrestler. That is why Riona Langly, sporting her new ACW baseball jersey overtop a red t-shirt and black jeans, is not in Oklahoma. No, Riona, carrying a duffle bag with her two title belts in it, along with another bag full of her wrestling gear, is standing in a laundromat in Houston, Texas, somewhere they appricate talent. Looking around at the lack of a space, she sighs and takes a seat, holding the bag with her titles but dropping the one with her clothes... She's not stupid after all. She takes a look at one of the spinning dryers and sighs.

Riona: Y'know... That right there just is the epitomy of my life. Eternally spinning in circles, never truely going anywhere, but heating things up nonetheless. Lisa... Jacob... why is it when one attempts to defeat one, they have to deal with the other? I mean, the sex can't be THAT great for you Jacob to have you and the rest of the SiD constantly guard Lisa... Oh well, I doubt nothing I ever say is gonna matter to you assholes, so I'll just get to what the people are watching this for, which is what I have to think about Sunday night...

Riona's smile turns into a frown as she considers what she's about to say.

Riona: I swear, every time I get close enough to taste immortality, it ends up getting taken from me and ripped to shreds. ESW, CCW, HiC, PCW, ACW... all of them share this trait. No Lisa, I'll spare you the horror of listening to me talk about my past once again, so put the gun down, ok? Anyway, I was there at Collision Course, ready to go on to face DeathSun or Duncan in the finals, and it's taken from me with one Picture of Perfection. Now, I've got to deal with a fatal four-way this week to get back to that point, something that is absolute and complete bullshit. I'm sorry to management for saying this, but I've earned that spot, something that I never lost, and now I'm being made to win it back... I'm sure if DeathSun wasn't so fucking silent, he'd be saying the exact same things I am. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it except beat Jacob... and those other two people. Yeah, I know who they are, but in the grand scheme of things, do they even matter? They're going to be mere bystanders as me and Jacob fight for the chance to move on. They get in the way, they'll understand exactly why it's between Jacob and I.

Another sigh, as she realizes that she's not going anywhere, despite the fact that a washing machine nearby just opened up.

Riona: Sera Nemo, everyone's said that your self-imposed insanity is just you being a poser... and I'll spare you the shame of it being said once more. But really Nemo, what the fuck is wrong with you? You act as though you're crazy and psychotic, and once you get in the ring, you put people to sleep, because you betray the rules you've placed on yourself. If you're gonna be psychotic, you have to go all the way with it... but like I said, you don't matter. Ever. Just face that fact and move on with your lonely little life Nemo...

With another glance at the spinning dryer, Riona smirks this time.

Riona: And you Chimara... give me a fucking break man, if my career is a spin-cycle, yours is just standing in place. Unlike Nemo, you've been around forever, and when was the last time you mattered? That's right, never. You constantly hang around stables and act like you're hated by the crowds. And you are Chris, but not in the way people want to be hated. For me, if the crowds boo me, that means they want someone to shut up... That means they fucking care about me enough to want that. You? They boo you because every time you show your face in front of them, you're wasting thier time. They're not booing you because they want to see someone beat you Chris... They're booing you because they want you to go the fuck away and never return. But, you won't, I know... You'll leave, and then a few months later, you'll come back as another lackey in another dead-end stable with illusions of granduer. You're a roadblock Chris... That's all you're ever good for, and even then, you're barely good at it. Just give up and go play your video games... leave the wrestling business for those that don't suck at it.

Finally, with those two out of the way, Riona smirks again, knowing that she's about to get to the important part.

Riona: Finally, we have you Jacob... Mr. Lorenzo for all intents and purposes. OK, I really want to know something about you Jacob Seldon... Where the fuck did your memory go? You want to talk about proclaiming victory? Well, guess what Jacob. I've done the same... to you. HiC, Feburary 16th, 2004, I walked into High Impact Competition for my first match, and it was against you, remember that? Oh, I'm sure you dwell on my apparent humiliation at the end of the match, when you and your non-Lisa slutbag hit me with a few chairs and warmed me up for Ol' Jimbo to nearly end my career, but that's not what I dwell on. No Jacob, I focus on the victory... On the fact that in the record books, it says Riona Langly defeated Protean, fairly and cleanly, and nothing you can ever say to me will erase that.

As if she was opening an imaginary book, Riona smiles.

Riona: Jacob, you keep reminding me of the fact that you really don't understand me, just like I don't understand you and the rest of the Drama Queens. You talk about my supposeded blindness to the fact that Laney Miller defeated me? Fuck no man, she beat me fair and square, and just like my victory over you, her victory over me will stand for all eternity in the record books. I can't change it, and frankly, I don't want to. Seeing that one loss, the only time I've been pinned since Feburary, is a motivational point. It reminds me that I'm not perfect, and I will fuck up from time to time, and in that moment, someone like Laney Miller can swoop in and defeat me in a competitive match. It happens from time to time, and you Jacob, don't seem to grasp that point very well. You want to create this image of me as a lemming marching to thier death, even if others tell them the truth. God Jacob, what the fuck is wrong with you man? Do you ever pay attention to me, or are you still stuck on my blood-soaked hands stuff from Feburary... Get over it, because I understand that I'm not going to end Lisa's career, and I don't want to. Regardless of her ability to constantly annoy me with her casual namedroppings, I respect her as a former World Champion, and as someone that can somehow manage to make alot of friends. That being said Jacob, why should I care about you? You're like the feces constantly dangling off of the goldfish, something Lisa constantly tells me. You have no career of your own outside of that blond-haired bimbo, and you know it man. But, you're unwilling to accept it, so you hide yourself behind fancy metaphors and images to the fans at home, trying to make your opponents look like fools. Jacob, you're the only fool in this mall, and come tommorow night Jacob, you'll understand...

Riona: Oh, and one more thing Jacob... Everyone, at one point in thier career, is on the outside looking in. It's a fact of life... You don't seem to realize, though, that people are not nearly as good as you think they are. I'll make no mistake about it, I'm a pain in the ass for being a maniac driver down the road of my career, bumping off those that get in my way. But seriously cockbag, you're getting nowhere by insulting me about that. I know I'm a little self-righteous... I mean, do you expect for me to just give up the spot I've worked too long to get? Bullshit, and you know it... if your career wasn't in such a Self-Inflicted Downfall, then you'd be doing the same things as me and you know it man. You'd be out there proclaiming your greateness to the world as if they cared about another bland, cookie-cutter TV.

Riona finally starts to grab her bag of laundry and begins to finish up.

Riona: Jacob Seldon, along with Sera Nemo and Chris Chimara... You'll all found yourself at the worst crossroads on can be at... Yep, you've been put smack dab in the middle of the path of greatness... And in the eyes of this beholder, you have but one option...

Riona stares at the camera, standing up and picking up her bag and starting to wash the clothes inside, sparing one moment look back at us, with her tooth grin...

Riona: MOVE.

We turn around and look outside in the sweltering heat... and walk over for a soda as we... glass as we Fade... To... Black...