The camera once again cuts to the back. Cobra is talking to Moore, who is leaning against the wall with her big black hat covering her eyes and her bright red bandana covering her face
A.B.: And here we see the former Jewell's Champion, Queen Cobra and the "Outlaw" Jessie Moore. I can't tell if they're on the same page.
Dominga: They don't need to be. They both have a vested interest in Ngozi's downfall, with respect. That'll be enough.
Shamoon: Hating the same person doesn't always make you friends.
Dominga: If you want friends, don't become a wrestler.
A.B.: As long as-
Shay Maharaj (o.s): HELLOOOOOOOOO!!!
Cobra turns around and looks at her with a confused frown.
Shamoon: The heck?
Maharaj (comes into view, waving): Hey there, Champ! How's it going?
Cobra narrows her eyes.
Maharaj (dramatically puts hands over mouth): Oops! (smirks) Sorry, you're not the champ anymore, are you?
She then lets out a loud, belly laugh. Cobra's already narrowed eyes become slits. Moore finally moves, turning her head in Maharaj's direction.
Maharaj then takes a breath: But seriously, I want you to know that it is an absolute honour... for the two of YOU to team with ME!
She lets out another, even louder laugh.
Cobra (takes a step closer, fangs bared): Are... you... finissshed?
Maharaj stops laughing.
The Outlaw steps away from the wall and stares the underground wrestler down.
Moore: Let's git one thang strayaahyt. Ah don't like ya.
Maharaj: Ok-
Moore: Shut uhp!
Maharaj obeys.
Moore: Stay out awf thuh way, or else.
Maharaj (swallows, but defiantly gets in her face): Or else... what?!
A young and tiny production assistant shows up: Um... L-Ladies.
The three of them look ominously in her direction.
P.A.: The... match is going to start now. We need you in gorilla... please.
Cobra gives Maharaj another glare and leaves.
Maharaj looks at Moore again and gestures for her to pass: Age before beauty.
Moore responds by backhanding her into a wall.
Maharaj crumples to the floor, holding her face.
Moore (hands in pockets): Warned ya.
The crowd laughs as Moore walks away. Maharaj just sits on the ground scowling.
A.B.: I tell you, that Maharaj girl just keeps making enemies.
Dominga: I admire it. It takes a lot of guts to stand up to somebody like Moore.
Shamoon: Yeah, well, let's hope she doesn't get her guts rearranged.
Dominga: Gross!
A.B.: Aaz, phrasing!
Shamoon: Wait, what? No! I meant-
A.B.: Moving on! Our main event is next!
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