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Lights fell to darkness.
The PA plays out.
Red light flashes on and off, holding on the high notes, growing brighter.
A figure steps out onstage, carrying a smile and greeting a cheering crowd with hand waves.
An arm in sling from the damage dealt last show of Off the Record and a microphone in hand, cradled in the sling.
Ms. Sone goes down the aisle, tagging the outreached hands of fans, her path zig zagging to the ring.
In her approach to the ring, she takes to the stairs and enters ring, taking center ring.

Lighting returning to normal, Ms. Sone raises mic in hand, kindly waiting for her greeting from the audience to settle.


"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Off the Record!" Pausing at the roaring cheer in response, then getting down to business, she continues.
"Last show, we had a return of The Fox and.." A vocal reply of booing gave way and Ms. Sone pushed on with an understanding nod.
"And out of his ramblings, I can't ignore a point he brought up. A matter I will be investigating, whether there's any weight to it or not, legitimacy has been questioned and must be confirmed. So, there will be a long overdue XLL International Tag Team Championship title defense for Power, TONIGHT!" A roar of approval emitted from fans, as Ms. Sone smiled.

To have made her way down, into the ring, certainly there would be more to it!
"Speaking of Power, at this time, I would like to request one half of the Tag Champions, Luca Leone, to have her accompany me here in ring. Please."
A 'please' was added to not be demanding in her authoritative position as General Manager, as she faced the entrance, awaiting her guest.

Smile absent now, with Ms. Sone's face painted in alarm! Quickly stepping back a few steps in fright, as the strap slapped against the canvas of where she had stood!

Apparent shock at the abruptness of her friend. "Uh.. I-I. I.." Stuttering, Ms. Sone looked away from Luca, facing down to the Victress Championship and took an open mouth, deep gasp. Shoulders raising and stiffening, slightly turned her head, as if trying to look away, but unable. Body curving, reacting to an invisible knife that had just been stuck right below her sternum! Back hand covering her mouth, staggering back even more, turned for her right side to face the Lioness.

Color fading from her face, wiping her hand from face and breathing heavy, Ms. Sone raised an unsteady head. "Apologies.. for drag you, ..um, here.." Licking her lips, she powered through unfocused words and her left arm reached out for the ropes, hand blindly grabbing for the ropes to steady herself.

Hand finding the top rope, she stood, listening to the confidence spill out of Blue Blossom.
With a question thrown her way now, Ms. Sone tentatively turned her head back to face the Lioness.
"You've.. made it, quite clear.." Pausing, her lips torn into a frown, truly weighed down by the heaviness of full realization of her place in Luca's despising eyes.

Microphone up to her lips again. "Just.. why? Why haven't you questioned me to my face? Questioned. Why? Why did I do it?"

Lips parting, for perhaps a retort.. nothing, as she just was simply stunned at the lack of inquisition. The right corner of her mouth twitched up.. "Ah.. ha.."

Then backing away. "HAH! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Forced laughter erupting out of her throat, as the corners of Ms. Sone's lips were pulled down. Making a quick step forward, she soccer kicked the title! The Victress Championship took to the air, by a foot and soared by a comical few feet. Her inner brows were raised in her move toward exiting ring, by way of turnbuckle.