(This scene begins at the huge and lavish Jade Dragon partyhouse where there is a huge elegant party taking place. There are easily a thousand people here or better, all having a good time. They are all wearing very expensive clothes, everything ranging from elegant evening gowns to Tuxedos. Reporters are here as well bringing you full coverage of this rich get-together. As the cameras allow us to scroll around this huge place, we come on upon a very familar figure who is standing near the bar sector talking to some people. We know this person as one Tiffany Nicole Cross, our CWA world champion. She is wearing a heavenly white evening gown with matching heels, her hair is in a french twist and she has a diamond tiara on her head. We now listen in on the conversation that she is having with the others.)

Man 1: So Tiffany, I have to give you credit, your defeat of Kaine Salvo has really put you in the driver's seat. You command everything at this point.

Man 2: (Sipping sone wine) Yes, you have gained the respect of the world, give or take a few of the knuckle-heads who don't roll with the times.

Woman 1: Your performance was splendid. If you could have seen how you had those bookies jumping in Vegas. Everyone betted on Kaine....including myself.

Man 3: So Tiff, I have someone i'd like you to meet. This is Mr. Dave La Batard, he is with Nike and he wishes to talk to you about a possible shoe deal.

Tiffany: Is that so? Wow, i must say...this is a suprise.

Dave: Well Tiffany, in light of all your amazing accomplishments, your contribution to the many charities, your community work.....we at Nike think you are worthy of a huge deal.

Tiffany: I don't know what to say. I'm so.....overwhelmed.

Man 4: Well when a 20 year girl...umm excuse me..woman goes out and beats the stuffing out of guys 2 times her size every week, that's an amazing feat. I will admit...at one time i belived you to be a fluke but after you defeated a man who i swore was going to put you away...I am convinced that you are the real deal and don't let anyone tell you different.

Tiffany: Thank you.

Dave: I have an office a few blocks from here Tiffany. Stop by tomorrow and let us talk over business.

Tiffany: You got it.

(At this time Amber Jones makes her way over with a cameraman in tow to get a word with Tiffany.)

Amber: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the woman of the moment, our CWA world champion, Tiffany Cross. Now Tiff, i see you are rubbing noses with some of the most important people in the world here. What has this party been like for you?

Tiffany: Amber, words can't describe how great this party's been. I've met CEO's for some of the world's biggest companies who want to get on the CWA train, I've met some big-time movie stars...oh my...it's been breathtaking. Who ever said Ricky Tan can throw a party wasn't kidding; this man must have invented the world or something.

Amber: I don't mean to hop on CWA business but are you worried about Laura?

Tiffany: Until that match is signed to happen, i am not thinking aboot her so please, lets not talk about that shrew okay?

Amber: Okay. I'm sure Ty will be pleased to know that the CWA will be getting more support and backing then ever thanks to you.

Tiffany: I am the world champion and I feel a responibility to do my part to get this company out there where everyone will know aboot and see what we bring. We bring off the wall antics, love, hate, violence, pure skill and thre drive to please the fans.

Amber: You are the flagship of this company.

(At this time the host, Ricky Tan walks into the picture. He and Tiffany share a hug and then chat with Amber.)

Amber: Mr Tan, it is so nice to meet you.

Ricky: It is nice to meet you as well Amber. I see you have my honored guest already on TV. She is the new breed of superstar. The queen of sports-entertainment. Everyone here at this party is for Tiffany. Let us have a great time....a toast!!

(Tiffany picks up a glass of wine and then she along with Ricky and 10 others all toast their glasses and everyone is applauding madly. Just as Tiffany is about to take a sip of her wine, another woman has made her way next to her. This woman has on a full-length red evening gown, matching heels, and her dark, nearly black, hair is tied up in a bun. She is standing next to Tiffany now, her head turned a bit to the right, looking at what's on the table next to them.)

Woman: So you're Tiffany Cross? Congratulations.

Tiffany: Thank you.

Woman: I have to admit, like everyone else, I thought you were a dead duck against Kaine Salvo. You did a helluva job Wednesday night. Think you'll be ready for Laura when the time comes?

Tiffany: I will be more than ready. That you can count on.

Woman: I don't know....you seem to really be taking her lightly---she's not a cakewalk you know.

Tiffany: I never take an opponent lightly, but she is no where near being a Kaine Salvo either. She is the one who continues not to take this situation for real. I kicked her butt twice..once in her house and once in Japan a few days ago for messing with my friends. I am far more superior in power and skill than Laura is and when that night comes, I am going to make her regret the day she ever heard my name.

Woman: What would you do if she was here, let's say?

Tiffany: Laugh as security kicks her out because she wasn't invited.

Woman: You don't like her much do you?

Tiffany: Why should I? She's arrogant, cold-blooded. Doesnt care aboot anyone except herself, always hurting people's feelings, treating the fans....yes the very same fans who help her get paid by paying to see the CWA....like dog crap. Not only don't I like her, I despise her.

(The woman raises her right hand up to her face to scratch it for a quick second, nods twice, then turns around and DECKS TIFFANY SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HOOK!! That's no fan folks----IT'S LAURA! She reaches up with both her hands and undoes the bun in her hair, letting it fall to and past her shoulders. She gives Tiffany a stiff kick as the rest of the party begins to scatter and huddle in a small circle around the two feisty CWA stars.)

Laura: It's safe to say that feeling is mutual. (She bends over so her face is parallel with Tiffany's) Hi, Tiff!

(Tiffany gets to one knee and touches her mouth a notices a little blood.)

Tiffany: Laura!!! Damn you!! I'll make you suffer for this!!

(Tiffany shakes her head before grabbing Laura by the legs and pulling them right from under her causing Laura to crash to the hard floor right on her back.)

Tiffany: You weren't invited Laura. I hate party crashers. Well, you gonna lay there all night or are you going to get up so I can kick your ass from here all the way to the mainland of China?

(Laura gets back up and backs up a couple inches to regain her composure before letting loose with a wild attack to Tiffany! First off, Laura charges at Tiff and tackles her to the ground. Next, she gets up and looks around and grabs a couple wine glasses---CRASH, CRASH!! WOAH!! Laura just busted those two glasses right over Tiff's head! Laura looks up again at the people and notices Dave La Batard and waves to him.)

Laura: Hey Dan! What's up? I'm still your best ad campaign right?

Dan: Laura!? That you?? What the heck are you DOING?

Laura: Yup, it's me! New job---while I'm still into beating foreigners...now I'm taking it against Canada in wrestling. I figured track was too much of a breeze, no pun intended--- (Before Laura can get another word out, Tiffany comes back to life.)

Tiffany: Your new ad campaign is aboot to be for the Snaggle Tooth Foundation.

(Tiffany throws a wicked thai elbow right at Laura's mouth knocking her down. Tiffany then grabs Laura by the hair gives her a hard knee shot staright to her mouth and then delivers a palm strike to the side of Laura's head knocking her down.)

Tiffany: You can't beat me Laura so stop while you are ahead. I'd hate having to explain to Ty why you're on the injured list because of some broken bones.

Laura: If anyone has a broken anything; it's going to be YOU having a broken spirit after I get done with you. (she gets back up, holding her head) You are such a spoiled primadonna. I'd like to see you after you lose that title to me. This week....I get to tag up with Lord Scot....let MiZery get ahold of you and shake out your puny bones and pea-sized guts. Let the whole world see for itself that you're a big turkey about to be put on the broiler in a couple weeks. I'm going to wear you out first, then I'm going to go and beat you down. Lord Scot can do the real dirty work if he wishes---I'll pick up your pieces and send them to the incinerator and laugh the night away as they get burned into mere ashes.

(Laura hunches down and pounces again at Tiffany, causing the two to go crashing through a table. As the two ladies rustle and tustle trying to get an edge over the other, their once priceless, elegant evening gowns now look like they've been though Hell and back. Most would call this a catfight but these 2 women are not scratching each other oh no....they are throwing punches trying to pound the other into submission. After a while, Tiffany uses her strong submission background and applies a devestating triangle hold on Laura's neck choking her. Tiffany keeps this hold on and Laura's skin color goes to beet red, then blue as she is not getting any air. Some people warn Tiffany that her hold on Laura is cutting off Laura's air and then Tiffany lets go and gets to her feet and looks down on Laura.)

Tiffany: Do you still wish to try me Laura?

Laura: YES! (Laura attempts to get up, but instead falls back on her face--it turns out that she's passed out from that lack of air! Tiffany looks down at Laura for a moment and then to the other people.)

Tiffany: Ladies and gentlemen, from the bottom of my heart, i am very sorry aboot all of this. It wasnt suppose to end up like this. I feel ashamed over this...but let me introduce to you my errrr....passed out nemesis Laura.

Ricky: Its okay it is very okay. You have nothing to be sorry for, i havent had this much fun in years. Sure this sector may look like a warzone but you and ummm whats-her-face there getting it on....spectacular!!! Ladies and gentlemen, what a suprise huh?

(Everyone starts to clap and Ricky is grinning ear to ear knowing that he took a bad situation and turned it into making himself and his party look good.)

Dave: Dont worry about having this incident look bad on you. We all saw Laura attack you and you did what you had to do to defend yourself. After what she did, i dont know if we will keep on sponsoring her. Nike doesn't need Laura destroying it's rep with this kind of childish behavior. We still on for tomorrow Tiff?

Tiffany: You bet!

Dave: Great, see you then.

(Tiffany walks over to a table and grabs a bottle of champange and takes it over to Laura who is still passed out. She rolls Laura over on her back using her foot and pours the champange all on Laura's face. Laura starts to wake up coughing and spitting as Tiffany continues to pour the champange on her.)

Laura: What the.....where---(She looks up rather drowsily and sees Cross, not very clearly but still, she knows it's Tiffany) YOU!! I'm gonna kill you!!

Tiffany: You've had too much to drink Laura. (everyone laughs at Tiff's comment) Go back to your hotel room and sleep it off.

Laura: Why don't you try keeping that smart-ass mouth of yours shut for once? (gets up and stumbles a bit in doing so) You want to try making another funny comment?

(Tiffany throws a sidekick into Laura's gut causing her great pain and to double over holding her stomach.)

Tiffany: That funny enough for you Laura?

Laura: (after coughing a couple times and staring harshly at Tiffany) Shut up! Dammit all---you know what? I give up tonight. Forget it!!

(Laura walks off in a fit of anger over to her purse, on the other side of the room)

Tiffany: Wise decision Laura. I'm leaving now...Dave..I will meet with you tomorrow morning and Ricky...what can I say....great party!! Everyone...its been great...but its time I turned in for the night.

(Tiffany turns and heads for the door to leave while Laura reaches her purse. For some reason, Laura starts digging frantically into her purse, pulls out something shiny and darts over to where Tiffany is leaving. Laura manages to catch Tiffany just before she leaves the room----THOSE ARE HANDCUFFS! Laura's got handcuffs---HEY! She turns Tiffany around and slaps one cuff on the right wrist of the CWA World Champion, knocks her down, then locks the other around the leg of a nearby table! Tiffany's being held prisoner! Laura laughs at her new "hostage." Tiffany tries to get up but notices she is locked to the leg of a very huge oak table. She looks up at Laura with an angered look.)

Laura: Let me think here....NO! Why would I ever want to do that? You've played games with me---I think it's only fair to play some with you. After all, I'm a fair woman am I not? Here's a game--it's called "Catch the Champagne Bottle." Ready? CATCH! (Laura reaches on the table grabs an open bottle of champagne and throws it towards Tiffany. Having only one hand available, Tiffany can't make the catch and the bottle lands in her lap, gushing it's contents onto Tiffany and her gown.) Oh darn, you lost! How about this one? This is my favorite one! It's called "Playing With Your Food." (Laura now grabs a pair of chicken drumsticks from the same table, leftovers from the dinner held earlier at the party, and begins playing with them on Tiffany's head like it were a drum! Tiffany gets a distressed look as Laura continues on.) Listen to those hot rhythms...anyone up for a Conga? Oh darn---these are just too greasy, gotta wipe them off--(Laura leans over the back off Tiffany and actually has the gaul to wipe the drumsticks right smack on Tiff's FACE! Grease and fat is now dripping from Tiff's face as Laura gets another look on her face.) Say Tiff, you look hungry. Here---

(Laura jams the drumstick into Tiffany's mouth, filling her mouth with the whole thing of meat and leaving the end of the stick jutting out of her mouth. Tiffany manages to spit out the chicken and with a burst of anger lunges at Laura but is yanked right back down by the cuffs.)

Tiffany: I should have crushed your damn windpipe a few moments ago. I promise you Laura that your worse suffering is yet to come.

Laura: Remember when you were so kind as to serve me breakfast at my place about a month ago? I think it's time I repay that favor with dinner! You already ruined your appetite with that chicken leg---naughty, naughty. How's about some---(Laura goes over to a table a few feet away and brings back a few bowls and other plates. She takes one of the bowls and turns it over right in Tiffany's lap. A brown liquid comes out of it and it seems to be slightly steaming as well. Not totally pouring out steam, just a little bit rising.) ---some soup? We all like soup, right? There ya go Tiff! (Tiffany starts screaming in pain now as the soup starts to burn at her) After our soup of course comes the healthy salad. I had some salad a couple nights ago--now it's your turn.

(Laura picks up a bowl filled with lettuce, grated cheese, tomato slices, cucumber slices and croutons in it. She reaches over and takes three ladle fulls of 1000-Island dressing and puts it on the salad, then places it upside down on Cross's head! Laura uses her hand to jam the bowl further and tighter on to Tiffany's head. Dressing and bits of lettuce roll down the champ's face.)

Laura: Enjoying? (she lets out a laugh as Tiffany is still hunched over in pain from the soup burning her)

Tiffany: Laura,.....i.....at least i didnt have to lock you down when i did it. You are a coward, you can't beat me...you know it as well as everyone else (Smiles) I'm gonna feed you your spleen when we meet.(laughs)

Laura: Hey....shut up! It's more fun this way.

Tiffany: Enjoy it now Laura. just so you know.....I will be playing the finale...that I promise you!

Laura: You know, you look so cute with that salad bowl on your head as a hat. (Tiff just gives an evil look to Laura) Since you ate the main course already...it's time for dessert! (Laura starts rummaging through some plates on the table and picks up a pie tin...filled with a luscious apple pie...you don't think---?) Tiffany, oh Tiffany. How I'm sure you love your apple pie. Here ya go---(OH NO! Laura shoves the pie tin in Tiffany's face! She smears it around a little then takes it away, leaving Tiffany's face smothered in bits of salad from the "tossed salad" and drenched in sticky apples and pie crust.) Oh Tiffany! Such a little girl! You got it all over yourself...shame, shame.

Tiffany: Just you wait Laura, when I am mashing your skull in, I won't forget any of this!! When our match happens, you better be more worried aboot saving your skin than taking my belt!!

Laura: Like I'm going to take a threat from a woman covered in pie, salad and soup seriously? Ha, ha, ha! I think not. Tiffany, at least for our tag team match on Wednesday...remember the situation you're in now. You'll feel like you're chained up with no where to go and no choice but to take what you've got coming to you. As for tonight---well, it looks like--DINNER'S ON YOU! (Laura bursts out laughing.)

Tiffany: Laugh now Laura, but remember, in the tag match and during our one on one match.....there will be no handcuffs to save you. You would do good to remember that.

Laura: And I think you'd do good to review your entire life. Maybe even clean yourself up---you are SUCH a mess right now honey.

(Laura starts laughing again and leaves as the cameras focus in on Tiffany, steaming and glaring in Laura's direction and then turning to look straight in the cameras as the scene fades out.)