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Seeing Tasha crumple to the ground, Nevada grabbed the woman around the waist and started lifting her onto her shoulders. She was going to go for her Final Touch.

Having lifted Tasha, Nevada slammed her down into the chair on the mat. Rolling her onto her back Nevada hooked one of Tasha's legs and went for the pin.

1!

2!

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...3!

Nevada let go of Tasha's leg and let it fall limply to the mat. Slowly rising to her feet she struck pose for the crowd as the bell rung and signaled her the winner. The crowd booed.

Accepting the microphone Nevada gave Tasha a wry look of amusement before walking over to the ropes and leaning against them. Facing the booing audience she shook her head.
"Oh, come on! Did you actually think trash like her was gonna win?" She straightened and gestured for Donny. "Unlike you Donny here knows that playing with garbage --" The booing grew louder and Nevada pursed her lips. People was booing Donny harder than they had been boing her.

Getting the microphone back from her brother Nevada pushed a hand through her purple hair. "Listen here... this company is trash." She waved the microphone around slighly for emphazis. "The competition is trash" She nudged Tasha's unconcious body with her foot. "You are trash!" She pointed at the audience. The crowd booed and some even started a You suck chant.

The lights fell dim as Christian's music started, already at the rock beat as he stepped out onto the entrance ramp.
"Woah woah waoh now, let me get this straight, you, and your brother are out here calling these people and my company trash? I mean, look at the two of you. Sure you can go in the ring and seem to have allot of anger to vent. Then again, I suppose if I was having illicit relations with my sibling I'd have some anger too. Whatever the two of you want to do in the confines of a hotel room should be between you, god and the sheets but, people pick up on just how close the two of you seem to be.
You're gonna have to find something better then my company to take out your frustrations on though. Actually, maybe I'll give you the chance. You want competition well you got it. Find yourself a team and at Broken Dreams we'll have a four on four match."
he stopped for a moment.
"OH, before you get on the mic and piss and moan for a while, let me save you the trouble."
*bad female mocking voice* "Christian you're trash. You're team is trash. Your company is trash. I'm trash! My brother's trash. These people are trash. Blahh b;ah yap yap ."
*In his normal tone*
"Now, get the hell out of my ring because frankly you've already gotten far more TV time then we need to punish the public with."
*With that said, Christian returned backstage.*