HD: ALIX Vs Vinny Valentine

[Patty O'Green 0]

Logic would dictate this goes after Vinny Valentine's interview, but when has logic ever had any influence in the OAOAST?

 

[b]Footage courtesy of [color="#008000"]The Enterprise[/color][/b]

Produced By
Molly Nerdly 

[i]Sunday November 14th 2007
The Home of Krista Isadora Duncan
Los Angeles, California[/i]

We fade into the sight of Alix Maria Spezia exiting a room, tears pouring down her face, her usually cheerful expression twisted and corrupted by a remarkable sadness. Held in her arms is a suitcase, crammed full of as many belongings she could drag out of Krista's house.  Her trembling hand lies on the door knob, caught in the middle of hellish war that wages in her mind, one side that says she should go back and apologize to Krista, and the other that says she's done the right thing.  Through the river of tears, her grey eyes gaze back into the room, and a fresh sadness nearly cripples her where she stands.

MOLLY (O.S)
This is great footage. Just great.

ALIX
Shut up. I didn't even want you here, Mackenzie made me take you along.

MOLLY
I'm sorry. I meant its great just to show people what a breakup is like, that homosexual relationships are every bit as powerful as hetro ones. Um, are you coming? Mackenzie's waiting in the car, she's gonna start to get nervous, probably.

There's a moment where it looks like she may never head towards her new life, as she stares into the open doorway, and gazes depressingly at her old existence. But, she steels herself as deeply as she can, and walks away from the door, fighting back that tears that beg her to reconsider. She walks down the hallway, each step hurting as though there was shrapnel lodged in her legs. And a then blow worse then a bullet to the brain stops her dead in her tracks; its Krista, green tank top, and baggy sweat pants sagging off her shivering body. Though Alix doesn't bother to look back, she knows those soft blue eyes are yearning for her to return into her arms. Although she knows better, Alix still turns to face the love she's let die.

KRISTA
I love you, Alix.

Unable to provide even a simple one word response to a message she's been dying to hear for so long, Alix can only tilt her head in sorrow, and head for the front door before the sadness breaks her down completely. Words refuse to form on the tip of Krista's lips, and she watches in silent sorrow as Alix exits their once treasured home. Molly follows her down the long marble stairs, capturing the wellspring of tears that burst through Alix's face. She's barely able to hold onto her suitcase, and Molly has to function as camera girl and baggage handler, as they make a painful journey towards Mackenzie's Mercedes that's parked in front of the million dollar mansion. Mackenzie opens the door, and Alix's body falls into the leather seat, almost seemingly ashamed to look her new girlfriend in the eyes. Molly slides gracefully into the backseat, unwilling to allow her camera to miss any of the supercharged emotions.

MACKENZIE 
Is it bad?

Alix nods, while Mackenzie gently massages her hair.

ALIX (sobbing)
She...she..said she wouldn't be able to live without me.

MACKENZIE (not very reasuringly)
I know she will. She's a strong woman. 

ALIX
I love her, Mackenzie. I hate having to hurt her. Its worse  having to break someone's hurt then it is getting your heart broken. Its worse then anything. Its like murder. I can't do this. I'm sorry.

MACKENZIE
Yes, you can. You deserve to be happy, and you can't give that up for anyone.

Alix's voice lowers into an icier, somber tone.

ALIX
I didn't break up with her for you. I did it because its the right thing to do.

MACKENZIE
Of course you did, baby. Of course you did.

Mackenzie kisses her girlfriend on the cheek, which subdues her terrible mood, and lets her sink back into the seat, as they drive off into the Los Angeles night.

[b]Footage courtesy of [color="#008000"]The Enterprise[/color][/b]

[b]FADE OUT[/B]

COLE
We'd like to thank Molly Nerdly and her shameless voyeuristic nature for that footage.Just an awful breakup, awful the way it went down, and a lot of emotions running high between both parties. By all accounts backstage Alix is doing a bit better this week, certainly more cheerful then she was on The Love Shack or in that footage we just saw.

COACH
Could that be because Mackenzie made it known that if anyone mentioned the “K” word, they'd be answering to CPA?

COLE
That K word being Krista, who isn't here tonight. We wish her all the best, of course. For now, let's go to Michael Buffer for our next contest.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a televised time limit of fifteen minutes. Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York, being accompanied by his cousin, the newest OAOAST superstar, Tony Tourette, he weighed in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, the DISCO DUCK, VINNY VALENTINEEEEEEEE! 

For the first time in many months, HeldDOWN audiences are treated to the oddball stylings of 70's classic Disco Duck. As the annoyingly catchy quacking fills the air, numerous disco balls lower from the entrance stage's ceiling, creating a serene pool of playful dancing light. The mastermind behind HeldDOWN's journey back to the decade of disco and cocaine, is none other then the Disco Duck himself, Vinny Valentine. Clad in zebra print pants, and a gaudy matching tophat bejeweled with fake gold, he saunters down the mini staircase that connects the entrance doors to the stage. Touched by the glorious show of whimsical light, he becomes lost in his own world of disco dancing, as the camera slowly swirls around him, showcasing every angle of his questionable dancing skills. Behind Double V, is Tony Tourette, in black sweat pants and a plain grey t-shirt lined with grease and drool stains. There's no dancing to be done by him, and instead he stands slack jawed, and stupid, gazing emptily at the surreal scene around him.

COLE
Vinny Valentine making a very rare appearance here on HeldDOWN. Usually our fans see him on our Syndicated programming. But tonight he gets to be the first opponent in Alix Maria Spezia's foray into the world of singles wrestling. He's not just some randomly selected opponent, however. Thanks to some wheeling and dealing by Mackenzie and Theodore Moneymaker, at November reign Team Alix, basically The Enterprise, of Christian Wright, Theodore Moneymaker, Christopher Patrick Allen and Biff Atlas, will compete in a five on five survivor series elimination match with Team Krista, Krista Isadora Duncan, Vinny Valentine, The Love Doctors, and a partner to be named later. Now folks, I don't mean to be insulting, but Krista's team...well, they...uh...they...

COACH
They suck?

COLE
Yes. They suck. Subtract Krista, and all her wins, and combined over the past two years, that team has a grand total of about three legit non DQ wins. [b]Two years, three wins[/b]. In those two years Alix has four tag titles, two 24/7 titles, and a women's wrestler of the year award. In those two years Moneymaker and Wright have a tag title run, an Anderson Cup, and a HI-YAH world title between them. If my numbers are wrong, at the most The Love Doctors and Vinny Valentine have a combined four or five wins between them.

Oblivious to the fact that he's being ruthlessly insulted, Vinny gingerly disco dances his way down aisle, while his cousin scurries behind him.

“DISCO IS DEAD! DISCO IS DEAD! DISCO IS DEAD!” a few fans in the front row chant.

As Vinny reaches the apron he leans back and shouts, “Disco ain't dead, so as long as Vinny V is staying alive!”

“SNIFF MY AIDS CUM DUMPSTERS!” a trembling Tony hollers to the [i]ringsteps[/i]. 

COLE
He'll make a charming addition to the roster, I'm sure.

[i][b][font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#2E8B57"]I'm the teacher and you're the student
Pay attention and I'll show you how we do it!![/color][/font][/b]

[size="3"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]SHOUT![/color][/font][/size]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Get off your ass and dance[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]OH YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Forget about romance,[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]and you can come here for the party![/b] 
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]OH YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Come along[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Play my favorte song [/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]OH YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]The one that turns me on,[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]and you can come[/b] [b]here for the party![/b]
[b][size="6"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]Shout![/color][/font][/size][/i][/b]

Amidst the raucous blitz of cheers and applause that come with anticipation for Alix's arrival, a strange sight rests beneath the roving pink and red spotlights of the entryway. Brought on by a moving platform, is school house setting, fashioned with a teacher's desk, and a glitzy chalkboard, lined with a series of neon bulbs. Situated behind the desk, comfortably reclined in a swivel chair is Mackenzie DeCenzo, outfitted in chic glittering silver evening gown. Through steel rimmed glasses, the “teacher's” blue eyes feast upon her favorite student, Alix Maria Spezia. Resting behind a pair of star patterned gogoboots, her statuesque golden brown legs stand atop the desk, inviting Mackenzie's gaze up to dark pink booty shorts that appear molded to her firm BUTT and then towards a tight cropped to the chest tube top that clings to her pendulous chest and rests behind a silver tinsel boa.  Her curvy hips sway in a mesmerizing rhythm to the Donna's pulsating guitars, as her delicate hands delight in seductive exploration of her silken skin. Soon those delicate hands claps around Mackenzie, she's helped to the floor. Mackenzie strokes her hair girlfriends hair tenderly, as Alix flips a kiss to a camera, causing superimposed red lips to emerge on screen.

BUFFER
And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by her lady love, the chief financial officer of The Enterprise, Mackenzie DeCenzo, from Los Angeles, she is the CEO of Miss Spezia's Sweeties, the Enterprise's [color="#FF8C00"][font="Arial Black"]HOTTIE[/font][/color], Head Of Technical Tactics Identifying Excellence, she is The Hollywood Bad Girl, ALIX MARIA SPEZIAAAAAAAA!

As she trots down the apron, Alix's bracelet covered arm stays hooked between Mackenzie's, who tries her best to offer smiles to the fans who so obliviously despise her. Alix seems oblivious to her girl's war with the audience,  instead focusing on flashing peace signs, and devil horns to the noisy fanbase.

COLE
A familiar sight here on HeldDOWN, Alix arm and arm with a gorgeous blond. Unfortunately that gorgeous blond isn't Krista Isadora Duncan, but rather, Mackenzie DeCenzo, who Alix has left Krista for. And if you ask most of our fans, well, it's fairly obvious that they want Alix to get back with Krista ASAP.

Clicking her high heels across the outside mats, Mackenzie uses her firm grip on Alix's tinsel boa to lovingly guide her crawling girlfriend across the ring apron. As flashing red and pink spotlights dance across her picture perfect skin, Alix's hands cup Mackenzie's chin, and eager kisses journey across  the blond's face.  She then rolls into the ring, where she leaps onto the top turnbuckle and flashes a peace sign to her roaring fans. 

COACH
Pick a team, Cole, who you taking in this lover's quarrel? Team Alix or Team Krista? A battle for the hearts of Los Angeles. Team Alix has cookies, but Team Krista can get you a better BUTT in five days. I don't know who I'm rolling with yet, but shit could get uglier before it ever gets prettier. 

[B]DING DING DING[/B]

As the crowd settles into their seats, the in ring competitors engage in a lockup. Though the much larger Valentine has an obvious strength advantage, his efforts to overpower the SoCal babe to the canvas meet with consistent failure. She bends her knees and entrenches and her gogo boots into the canvas, causing the disco fanatic to waste mountains of energy. Overcome by frustration at his early failings, Valentine abruptly releases Alix. But he does this only to introduce an open palm slap to the side of her face!

“BOOOOO!”

As mad as the fans are, Mackenzie is even angrier, demanding that that Valentine be strung up and hung for his misdeeds. Alix, on the other hand, takes the insulting gesture in stride, and merely chuckles at the the man's audacity. But once the comedy of the situation wears off, her gogo boots begin savaging his midsection. As the fans cheer her every assault, and red welts appear on Vinny's flabby stomach, and it appears the Disco Duck is soon to collapse under the hurricane of her strikes. But he manages to calm her storm with a rake of her grey eyes.  Unfortunately, Alix is wearing contacts. Thus the feisty heroine quickly returns to peppering her rival with kicks. Fresh out of dirty tricks, Vinny tries a more conventional technique; he latches onto her left boot, and twirls her around so that she faces away from him. Quickly his arms snake her slender waist, and she's brought into the sky for a backdrop. But, much to the fans' immense delight, the agile diva coils her bracelet coated arms around his oversized mellon, then shoots her body forward! The fans explode with cheers as Vinny is driven face first to the mat with a bulldog!

[b][color="#FF0000"]“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”[/color][/b]

“FART INDUCING SEMEN GOBLINS!” Tony screams on the outside

COACH
Aw lord, get that dude up on this announce team, pronto.

Alix grabs onto Vinny's heavily gelled pompadour and rips the Brooklyn native off the canvas. He tries  to fight against her grip with a pair of jabs to her face. But, he only manages to land a paltry three shots before he's slung into the corner. His back suffers through a gruesome collision with the corner posts, and he hollers out his screams of agony to the tune of [i]Best Disco in Town[/i] by Ritchie Family. Problematically for him, the hottest babe in town, is preparing to lance her knee across his wrinkled face. Thanks to a warning from Tony, Vinny is made aware of Alix's incoming charge and slides out the way! Unable to put on the breaks in time, she crashes into the second posts, and her fans hold their breath in worry over her condition.

“CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!” Vinny sings, while engaging in a round of the most rhytmless dancing you may ever witness.

After he's done auditioning for the relaunch of Soul Train, Vinny weaves his slimy fingers through Alix's beautifully curled hair, and leads her away from the corner posts.

“NIGHT FEVER, NIGHT FEVER! I KNOW HOW TO DO IT!” Vinny's horrible, horrible Brooklyn accent belts out as he shifts Alix onto his shoulders in preparation for the [b]Night Fever[/b] (Alabama Slam). But, Alix finds a quick cure for this particular fever, and slides down his paunchy frame for a rollup!

“Way to go, baby!” Mackenzie shouts, while referee Robinson counts the first fall of the contest.

CROWD
ONE

CROWD
TWO

CROWD
THREE!

Perhaps that may have been three had the disgraceful character known as Tony Tourette not ventured onto the ring apron. But, he has ventured onto the ring apron, and his unusual behavior manages to distract the referee from his in ring duties. And can you really blame Robinson's distraction when it comes at the hands of a man repeatedly shouting “SUCK A FART OUT MY ASS, YOU VILE SCUMBAG!”

“Robinson, get back to your position!” Mackenzie whines, desperately wanting everything to go smoothly for Alix.

While, Mackenzie can do nothing but grouse and complain, Alix takes a more proactive route in dealing with the unwanted nuisance. Putting on her beauty pageant smile, she strides over to Tony. But, he's not disarmed by her charming expression, and cocks his hand as though he's ready to punch her. That's when Alix turns to The Disco Duck Vinny Valentine, who's fast sneaking up on her, and says “Duck season!”

“Huh?” Vinny utters, stopped dead in his tracks. “Uh, rabbit season?”

“Duck season!”

“Rabbit Season!”

“Duck season!”

“Rabbit Season!”

“Rabbit Season.” Alix whispers.

“DUCK SEASON!” Vinny foolishly screams,

[size="3"][b]BAM![/b][/size]

Tony wallops Vinny with a left hook, sending his cousin teetering back towards the center of the ring, delighting the audience.

“DISCO IS DEAD! DISCO IS DEAD! DISCO IS DEAD!”

The disco duck is given no chance to refute claims of Disco's demise, as the brunette sex kitten hooks onto his arm and gives him [b][color="#2F4F4F"]Herpes, the gift that keeps on giving[/color][/b]. Or a flatliner, whichever you prefer to call it. Either way it leads to a pinfall by Alix...

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

And once again, Tony Tourette has found has way onto the ring apron. His presence is met with a heated round of groans and jeers from the audience, many of whom threaten to remove him from the apron themselves!

COLE
Jesus Christ, how did this guy even get a manager's license? Let's hope Vincent leaves him at the Valentine Thanksgiving table when November reign rolls around. What a joke!

Fresh out of Looney Tunes gags to work to her advantage, Alix decides just to superkick him off his perch. Apparently sensing that he's about to be minus several teeth and plus a hella large hospital bill, Tony T begins violently shaking, looking as though he were being seized by the power of the holy ghost!

Alix cuts short her superkick effort to wonder, “Uh, are you okay, dude, you're shaking pretty profusely?”

That's a bit of an understatement as Tony seems like he may well shake his skin clear off his body. Unlike sweet Alix the fans are unsympathetic to his plight, and chant “KILL THE RETARD!”

“Alix, ten o'clock!” A suddenly worried Mackenzie screams.

“Huh? My watch says its only six. Unless you're in Lisbon, in which case it is ten o'clock. But they go by a twenty four hour clock, so there its called twenty two o'clock. You see the twenty four clock was invent...WOOOAAAH!”

From the ten o'clock position behind Alix Vinny Valentine stuns her with a school girl!

ONE

TWO

But, Alix kicks out, bringing a large round of applause from the fans.

COACH
Vinny and The Love Doctors have gotta do a whole hell of lot more then some schoolboys if they think they're gonna see anything but a two minute squash against The Enterprise.    

Alix rises off the canvas on her willpower, but can muster no offensive flurry thanks to a bevy of knife edge chops that slam against her buxom chest. She tries to avoid the onslaught of strikes by thrusting her forearm at the dancing king, but her arm speed is uncharacteristically slow, and he's able to catch onto it. With her limb trapped, Vinny drives it downward onto his shoulder with an arm stunner! She recoils in a great deal of pain, her numerous bracelets jangling from the jarring impact of his attack. Her immediate instinct is to generate some sort of distance between herself and her shady aggressor, but he makes this frustratingly impossible, by trapping her down with a standing arm lock. As Vinny instantly begins ordering her to submit, the fans burst out words of encouragement for their heroine.

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF8C00"]“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!”
[/color][/font]

Wanting to be a part of the enormous rallying cry that builds for her girlfriend, Mackenzie begins slamming her hands on the mat to further rouse the crowd to her girl's aid. Unfortunately this has the opposite effect then intended, as the fans become annoyed with Mackenzie's participation and now sing alternating chants of “LET'S GO ALIX! GET BACK WITH KRISTA! LET'S GO ALIX! GET BACK WITH KRISTA!”

Meanwhile back in the ring, Valentine continues to torque and tug on Alix's limb as if he were trying to rip it straight from its socket. Pain outlines her face, and she whimpers in misery, as scorching hot agony flashes through her bones. But drawing on the considerable show of support from her fanbase, Alix is able to muster the strength needed to begin breaking Vinny's bonds. Remarkably stubborn, Vinny refuses to even acknowledge the possibility that his foe might bust out his hold, and makes no adjustments to the submission. So, its not exactly surprising to any one except Vincent himself, when Alix shears her arm from his clutches! 

[b][color="#FF0000"]“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/b]

“Let's go Alix? Hello? Do ya, like realize, that last living member of the Bee Gees was trying to rip out my arm so he could use it to bash my skull in to the tune of We Are Family? How about a little less lets go Alix, and lil bit more, take your time Ally, make sure your arm isn't broken, make you sure ya don't require reconstructive shoulder surgery and six months of rehab. Give, give, give, that's all I do for you people! hmph!”     

Brushing aside her issues with the fans well-meaning but unwanted chants, the Princess of Los Angeles turns her attention to Valentine, and terrorizes him with a series of forearm strikes. Thanks to an assist from her plastic bracelets, the shots do incredible damage, and open up small cuts on Vinny's leathery skin.

COACH
Cole, you gotta pick a team. Team Krista or Team Alix. Like on the Hills, they got Team Lauren and Team Heidi. I bet your chump ass probably rolls with Lauren “Beef Curtains” Conrad!

COLE 
I'm not picking sides in this bitter breakup, I just think its a shame that such a happy, funloving, couple could just come apart before our very eyes.

While Cole laments her previous relationship, Alix's swipes her left gogo boot towards Valentine's head. But, the lord of the dance avoids the potential knockout, and the Latina sweetie is forced into an errant one eighty twirl. When she twists back towards Vinny, he smashes his sparkling red boot into her bare stomach. Without giving her a moment to catch the breath that's been all but knocked out of her, Double V latches onto her bracelets and attempts to thrust her into the ropes. However, she regains enough of her energy to reverse the hold, and pull Valentine in for a short arm knee lift. Unfortunately for her and her legion of fans, Valentine moves a step ahead of her, and slams his knee into her chiseled stomach. She cries out in agony, nearly crippled to the canvas by the sheer amount of pain he's put her under. 

COLE
All Vinny has to do at November Reign, is extend this twenty seconds of offense over thrity five minutes and through four of the top members of The Enterprise and Biff Atlas. Uh-huh, that should be easy. Real easy.  

Through the curled strands of her chocolate hair, Alix watches the disco machine dart to the ropes. And though she can see him approaching a mile away, she lacks the energy required to prevent him from DDTing her into the canvas! As they watch Alix's head be spiked violently off the rock solid mat, the audience and Mackenzie react with shrill shrieks of horror.

“HOOK THE FUCKING LEG!” Tony screams on the outside, a completely coincidental comment to what's going on in the ring, because Tony is currently talking to the wad of snot that's dribbling down his nose. 

“He, uh, he has tourettes syndrome.” Vinny sheepishly tries to explain to the referee, as he hooks Alix's leg for another pinfall...

ONE!

But, much to Vinny's disgust, Alix shoots her shoulder off the canvas long before the ref can even entertain the thought of a second count.

Vincent whines, “Its ONE....TWO....THREE! That's the way uh-huh uh-huh, I like it! Uh-huh Uh-huh!” 

COACH
I hope the Love Doctors are taking notes. Forget a one count those marks couldn't even hope to hit one offensive manuevuer. You gonna get dat ass beat, you gonna dat ass beat! 

COLE
How is Krista even going to take to having to be on opposing sides with her ex? I don't think think its a very fair position to put these two in. Mackenzie and Moneymaker should be ashamed.

Alix drags her weary bones of the canvas, ready to stage a counter attack against this wacky foe. But she's immediately returned to the defensive when Vinny's thick arms snake around her neck in a front facelock. His freehand takes a tight grip of her pink booty shorts and the babelicious Californian is quickly dragged into the air for a vertical suplex! But, as she's lifted to the height of the hold, the tide is suddenly and violently turned against the disco duck! Thanks to her body being lathered in baby oil, he's unable to maintain any sort of dependable grip on his victim, and she slithers downwards to the canvas. Her expensive boots touch her down behind Vinny, and she's quick to take advantage of the situation. She places her hands on his back and gives him a rough shove into the corner! Unable to even ascertain how he lost the vertical suplex, the confused disco fanatic crashes into the turnbuckles with a mighty thud that brings out a huge pop from the fans and Mackenzie. Their cheers turn even louder and bolder, when The Hollywood Bad Girl's flashy footwear strikes the annoying heel with a running dropsault!

[b][color="#FF0000"]“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”[/color][/b]

“CRUSTY PENIS FECES NIBBLER!” Tony blurts out.

“Yeah, that gimmick's gotten old fairly quickly.” Alix remarks to Mackie.

“Uh-huh, no kidding.” She replies. 

Trying to ignore Tony's constant stream of profanities, Alix diverts her attention back to his slightly more pleasant cousin, who's currently stumbling from the corner in a painful stupor. But as Alix's leaping side kick travels towards his face, he's ripped free of his daze, and manages to duck beneath the lethal strike. 

COLE
This rare HeldDOWN appearance for Vinny Valentine could've been his last, if that kick had connected.

Vincent takes off to the ropes, gathering enough forward momentum to return to Alix with a deathly lariat! Unfortunately his lariat is as about as deadly as a fruit fly, as the Princess of Los Angeles easily leaps around and behind his portly body. Her arms snake around his neck, and gravity does its part, dragging the whimpering New Yorker downwards with the [font="Arial Black"][color="#4B0082"][b]Crack??? Shit son, I was doing that back when it was just called FREEBASE[/b] [/color][/font](Flashback)! 

[font="Arial Black"][size="3"][color="#A0522D"]“YEAAAAAAA!”[/color][/size][/font] scream the fans, while Mackenzie claps like a child seeing a mall Santa for the first time.

Despite the raw force the signature hold was delivered with, Vinny manages to stagger upright, aiming dizzied and miscalculated punches at foes both real and imagined. Sadly for Vinny, his real foe tightens him into a side headlock, and without any sort of warning sommersaults forward. The violent momentum of the hold forces Vincent into a crazed tumble, that lands him directly onto his neck. As the fans explode with an onrush of cheers, the life quickly sags from Vinny's once vibrant body.

COLE
That's called A Shot at At Love!

COACH
Fitting because Krista's team hasn't a shot at winning at November Reign.

Alix drapes her arm across Vinny's chest, and the fans and Mackenzie count along with the pinfall...

CROWD AND MACKENZIE
[b][color="#FF0000"]ONE!
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CROWD AND MACKENZIE
[b][color="#FFA500"]TWO!
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CROWD AND MACKENZIE
[b][color="#FF0000"]THREE![/color][/b]

Mackenzie doesn't even bother to wait for the bell, the official announcement, or the resuming of the Donnas hard rocking track, before she begins celebrating. She dives into the ring, beaming a smile reminiscent of a fat kid let loose in a sugar factory.  Her warm expression meets Alix's goofy smile, and her arms bring that cute face closer to her's in a tender embrace. The fans on the other hand find their happiness over Alix's victory tempered somewhat, by her celebration with this new, much maligned girlfriend.

BUFFER
Your winner as a result of a pinfall...ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!

As “Here For The Party” blasts into the arena, Mackenzie raise Alix's arm into the sky, and passionately urges the fans to chant for her. The majority of the fans show their love for Alix, but there are several who continue to plead with her to get back with Krista.

COLE
Well, Alix looking excellent in her first match in what should be a very successful singles career. And it just so happens her victory came against one of her November Reign opponents, Vinny Valentine. With Alix cruising past Valentine and Christopher Patrick Allen destroying Max Anderson last week, things look very grim for Team Krista. And, just emotionally how can Alix and Krista take being on opposing sides as one another?

COACH
I don't know but what I do know is that Krista oughta pull a Marbury and walk on out of that sorry ass team. She can afford that one hundred eighty thousand dollar fine, ain't nothing worth trying to make The Love Doctors looks respectable. Though, I doubt you'll ever see Krista wear ten dollar shoes like Marbury does. If she's as smart as she says, she'd western union that fine for no showing, and leave those losers to hang.