Peaches #9 vs. Macy Dover

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“‘Bout time, huh?” Peaches says as she eases herself down onto the sofa. Dressed in her new Annie Zellor ’Naughty or Nice’ t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, Peaches looks relaxed. Almost calm as she looks into the camera, sipping her Corona as she leans forward in her seat. “Soon enough, Mace, an’ we get to settle this. Maybe not once and for all, ‘cause chances are we’re gonna run into each other down the line…”

“But for now,” Peaches shrugs her shoulders, “one more and we can call it quits for now. An’ I said it before, but I’ll say it again, when I beat you next week you ain’t even gonna have to worry
‘bout that Red Carpet Rumble or the Paramount Championship…” Peaches takes a sip of her beer again, letting forth a satisfied sigh before speaking, “…but one thing at a time.”

“I’ve still gotta avenge that li’l cheap shot you took at the last show,” Peaches states, “when you grabbed me from behind an’ leg whipped me into them tables…” she rubs the back of her neck, “…hurt like a motherfucker, FYI. But you always were good at taking chances, amirite? Explains how you got that SSWA championship by beating Kickass Smurf right he just wrestled.” She takes another sip of Corona. “Yeah, I looked it up.”

“But I’ve still gotta get you back for that tag match,” Peaches states, “‘cause there’s something ‘bout Jae Ramsey having a win over me that ain’t sitting right. But she ain’t my problem right now – ain’t none of my business what she’s doing or who she’s doing it with…” she grumbles under her breath, still upset that her #bro, Dom Harter would hit on Jae. Then again he’d hit on anything with a pulse! “…what really bothers me, Mace. An’ I mean it irks me, it really does. That’s the fact you ain’t been boasting about that win.”

“You ain’t been bragging ‘bout beating me and Susan. You ain’t been bragging ‘bout putting me through a table.”

“An’ I hope that don’t mean you’ve forgotten ‘bout me.”

“An’ I hope that don’t mean you don’t care no more.”

“‘Cause next week, Mace, I’m letting it all out, you know. Putting it all on the line,” Peaches takes another sip of her beer before sighing once more, “just so I can beat you this one time. ‘Cause maybe, just maybe, I was kinda tough on you when this all started. When I laughed at your losing streak. An’ your lack of titles. An’ the jokes ‘bout your hair that I didn’t think of ‘til we’d already left Jordan’s office.”

“I’ve seen what you’ve been doing over there in England recently, even got a coupla wins over that Gage guy. An’ with the tag match recently too, you’re probably feeling good ‘bout yourself right ’bout now,” Peaches pauses as she swipes some hairs from in front of her eyes, “an’ maybe you got a reason to. Go ahead, Mace, laugh it up. ‘Cause I’m gonna wipe that smile off your face next week.”

“An’ I ain’t gonna have to stop showering between now and then to do it.”

“An I ain’t gonna have to put you through a table to do it either.”

“Just gotta give you a good ol’ fashioned ass whipping. So that’s what I’m gonna do, Mace. 'Cause I've got all them frustrations ‘bout losing to MacRear to Dooder, an' the anger ’bout me an’ Dan losing our titles down in Texarkana, an’ getting’ screwed in our rematch. If I tap into that pissed off feeling I felt when PPW’s owners basically fired us all back in May, then I’ll get enough power behind each punch to knock you out. ‘Cause our fortunes mighta swapped round since this started, Mace. You might be riding high right now, an’ I’m picking myself up after getting’ knocked down again.”

“But that ain’t gonna stop me.”

“I ain’t letting you get outta the Red Carpet Rumble with another win to your name. I’ve got all the motivation I need to turn my luck around. To make this my night. I ain’t had many rivals in my career, Mace, but those I’ve had, I’ve come out on top.”

“So while you mighta started this a few weeks ago,” Peaches finishes the last mouthful of Corona, “next weekend I finish it. Until I needa kick your ass again, anyway.”