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The following segment was recorded after Turmoil 132 and contains some NSFR language, AKA I didn’t feel like censoring myself in a non-televised segment, fuck that. Feel free to censor if you want Mr. Sensake. Viewer discretion is advised blah blah blah. The camera pans to Ashley Blain's office where she is seen is glaring at the door, supposedly waiting for someone. After a few seconds of speculation, a knock is heard at the door. Ashley Blain: Come in. The door busts open and Bray’s foot lowers back on the ground. Bray trots into the room followed by Ace, who is less than pleased having endured a hell of a train ride in her victory against Alexia Setrakian earlier. Ashley Blain: I called for you 30 minutes ago. Bray S. Spur: So? I came fashionably late. Look at these shoes! He points to his newly bought Gucci Horsebits, making sure to shine them up real nice. Ace: [whispering] With finesse.... Bray S. Spur: Best shoes around. What’s the issue here? Who are you exactly? Ashley Blain: Ashley Blain, your- Bray S. Spur: Cool name, Ash. Heh,... hey Ash watcha playin? Ace: I don’t suppose we’ve met? Ashley Blain: No, and I doubt it’ll be the last we do. Ace: Ditto on that. We in trouble or not? Ashley Blain: As a matter of fact... you are. Ashley rises from her desk and walks in front of it. Bray raises an eyebrow and looks at Ace. Ashley Blain: I know it was you, Bray. You as well, Ace. Bray S. Spur: And just what in the hell are you talking about? Ashley Blain: I know you framed Trance for that t-shirt nonsense and got him sent to jail so you wouldn’t have to face him. Bray scoffs at Ashley and rubs his mouth with a giggle. Bray S. Spur: You think I was scared to face Trance? I just beat his dumb ass last week! Ashley Blain: Be that as it may, you got an innocent man sent to jail! And having just received this information, I have to do something about that! Ace: Just say it like it is, sista. What are you gonna do about it? Ashley Blain: If you don’t watch that attitude... SISTA... I’ll do worse than what I’m thinking of. Ace: Lemme see what you got- Bray S. Spur: Cool it, Ace. Ace: Man, forget this dumb bitch- Bray S. Spur: I said cool it! Ace smacks her lips and makes her way to a nearby wall and leans on it. Ashley Blain: As I was saying, Bray, what you two did what a crime, and I have every right and power in my body to have you two either arrested or to send your asses back to Mississippi! Bray looks at Ace, who simply shrugs and looks the other way. He returns to Ashley, who has a smile on her face. Bray S. Spur: [tilting his head sideways] You’re not going to, are you? Ashley Blain: Nope. Bray S. Spur: See, that’s why you’re in charge! You aren’t a dumbass like other bosses I know! C’mon sis let’s- Ashley Blain: BUT...... If you lose to Kass next week, I will send your ass back to Mississippi. Bray S. Spur: ...... What? Ashley Blain: You heard me. If you lose to Kassidy Hayes next week, your contract will be suspended until I say otherwise. Bray S. Spur: You think I’m scared of facing Kass? If you recall, I pinned him a few weeks ago. Ashley Blain: With the ropes, so consider this Kass’s rightful rematch, and if you so much as try to cheat your way out of this like you did then, you won’t be suspended.... you’ll be FIRED! Ace emerges from the wall and stomps towards Ashley, only to be held back by Bray again. Bray S. Spur: You think I give a fuck about being fired? This ain’t my first rodeo, princess... Ashley Blain: Come on, after all, you’re the “Best in the World at What Nobody Can Do Right”. Surely you aren’t scared of a little fair competition? Bray S. Spur: I’ve won clean in recent weeks in case you didn’t notice. You wanna challenge me!? Put my contract on the line? .... Bray walks within inches of Ashley’s face and grins. Bray S. Spur: Well, I ain't no bitch. Tell her, sis. Ace: It is on like Donkey Kong! Bray S. Spur: [sighs] That’s the best you came up with in this scenario? Ace: Well, I mean- Bray S. Spur: Who wrote that shit for you? And who writes the shit for me, matter of fact!? Ace: ...You do, Bray. Well, either you or an 18-year old boy who's got the same name as you. Bray S. Spur: Really?.... Doesn’t matter. As long as... when I win... I get the son of a bitch who’s in that Mystique outfit in a one on one match. I don’t care if it’s tonight, I don’t care if it’s at Summercide. I want to know who the hell that is.. NOW! Bray S. Spur: It's one thing when you steal from me, but to steal ME? That's a fucking death sentence! That's worse than stealing from Chris Jericho!! Ace: Who's that? Bray S. Spur: ...Must've been the voices saying that dumb shit. Gotta work on my talking- Anyway, my lady, I'm sure we both wanna know who that is... Allow me to do that. Ashley Blain: You and I both.... You’ve got yourself a deal, Bray. Now get out of my office. Bray backs away from Ashley and begins to walk to the door. He gazes at a lamp. Bray S. Spur: [whispering] Think I’m a bitch, shit, I’ll break this damn..... Come on, let’s go before we supposedly bring the ratings down and they send Dennis or Sophia to bring it back up... Ace: I don't draw ratings? Bray S. Spur: No you don't. Let's go. Bray and Ace leave the premises.