For Shame(Shayne Youngblood)

[Misfitt]

Alive" hits the speakers as Misfitt makes her way out. She storms to the ring. She doesn't look pleased, she moves to the middle of the ring. She calls for a mic. Which she gets, and stare a hole into the person who hands it to her. She starts to pace as she brings the mic to her lips.

How could to not get the job done... How could you let that old stain beat you. You had a simple tack... Win the match, show that when we face for my gold... that somehow you are worth my time. I mean that match is already written. MIsfitt, standing over a broken body with the gold around my waist. So, Youngblood, I guess the only thing left is for you to come out here and beg me not to break your face.... And don't leave me waiting.

[Shayne Youngblood]

Shayne Youndblood walks from the back, head shaven bald.

Now listen here, goth pet, at last week's event I bit off more than I could chew. I let Misty know that I was game for high stakes stipulations, when I said the loser of the match would have their head shaven and be made to keep it bald for a month. Although Misty didn't agree to the stipulation, I did lose the match and she did shave me. So I am going to live with the consequences of last week.

As far as you go, you should concentrate on your own match against Angelus, unless you want a warm up so to speak against me here tonight, that is. But I'm not fighting you because you say so. I'm fighing you to prove to myself that I can 'put up' when the time comes.

[Misfitt]

Aren't you a funny little child. Your going to fight me to, prove you can go with anyone, that your unafraid of anyone. Child that's sad, and when we meet in this ring. When I break you, I hope you find confert on your little words. Now, little one you may leave.