Just outside of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio, the wrestler known as Amazing Kong stands, waiting. Dressed in street clothes, she seems to go by relatively unnoticed on the streets of Cleveland. To her left is Progressive Field, home of the Cleveland Indians, who are, as of this moment, getting their collective ass handed to them by the Kansas City Royals, 6 to 1. As she stands in-between the two sports arenas, witnessing yet another in-field double, she is approached by a member of the Quicken Loans Arena security team.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said to Kong. “I’m sorry, but unless you have some official business here, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Actually,” she said, pulling a letter out of her pocket, “I do have some business. See, I have this letter here from John Laurinaitis, the head of Talent Relations for WWE, and, for some reason, he said he wanted me to meet with him here.”

“May I see that?” the man asked.

“Sure,” Kong said, handing him the letter. He looked it over, then grabbed the radio from off of his belt and called in to his superiors.

“Hey, I have a Kia Stevens here to see a John Laurinaitis. He’s with the WWE,” he called in.

The radio called back, “Laurinaitis? Yeah, he’s here. Let me check with him.”

“This will just be a minute, ma’am,” he said to Kong.

The radio called back, “Let her in.”

“All right, follow me, ma’am,” he said, leading Kong into the arena. Once inside, Kong is greeted by none other than the Vice President of Creative Development & Operations for WWE, Stephanie McMahon.

“And you must be Amazing Kong,” Stephanie said, extending her hand. As Kong takes her hand, Stephanie continues, “Hi, Stephanie McMahon. Obviously, you know who I am by now, I would think.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Kong replied.

Stephanie steps back for a moment to take a good look at Kong, then says, “Wow. You really do have an original look to you. I love that hair, by the way. It really makes you stand out.”

“Uh… thanks,” Kong said, taken aback by this examination. It was as if Stephanie was looking at her more as an abstraction than a human being, which made Kong a bit uneasy around her.

“Anyway, Mr. Laurinaitis is busy at the moment, but if you could, you see that door, there, at the end of the hallway?” Stephanie said, pointing to a door at the end of the hall.

“Yeah, I see it,” Kong replied.

“Okay, well, if you could just wait in there for just a moment, as soon as he’s done, he’ll come by and the two of you can talk, okay?” Stephanie said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“Sure, thank you,” Kong said, making her way to the door at the end of the hall. As she walked away, she couldn’t help but think about the situation she was now in. After months of negotiating her way out of TNA after an incident with Bubba the Love Sponge, which saw he sucker-punch the douche after he decided to tell an entire nation of people, suffering because of a massive earthquake, to suck it, she had found herself now at the gates of WWE. Hopefully, these negotiations would go well, and she would soon be making her WWE debut, but, of course, nothing was for certain. And after the way Stephanie just looked her over, as if she were some piece of property being appraised, Kong was suddenly questioning if WWE was, indeed, a place she wanted to be.

As Kong opened the door, she immediately saw a large group of women, most of whom she recognized right away. Virtually every major female wrestler on the independent circuit was here - Sara Del Rey, MsChif, Cheerleader Melissa, and several others, each of whom Kong had seen at some point or another on the Indy Circuit. Even Alison Danger, one of the founders of America’s most prestigious all-women’s wrestling promotion, SHIMMER, was here, just as confused as everyone else.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kong asked as she entered the room.

“Oh, hey Kong,” Alison Danger said, making her way over to Kong. “They called you, too, eh?”

“What’s going on here, Ali?” Kong asked.

“Not sure,” Alison said. “All I know is, I got a letter from John Laurinaitis, saying that he wanted to talk about signing some more talent from SHIMMER, and the next thing I know, here I am with just about everyone I’d have even remotely thought to send his way.”

“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Ali,” Kong said.

“Who are we kidding? You know damn well you belong in WWE, Kong,” Ali said.

“But that still doesn’t explain what’s going on here,” Kong said.

“Hey, Kong,” Sara Del Rey said, making her way over to Kong and Alison. “You have any idea what’s going on here?”

“I was just asking Ali the same thing,” Kong said to Sara.

“All I know is, I came here thinking I was going to try and get some of you signed to WWE,” Alison said to Sara. “That’s all I know.”

“Well, it’s about damn time this company called me,” Del Rey said. “You’d think after 8 years of trying to teach these Barbie-doll rejects how to wrestle, they’d have given up and called some real talent up here!”

Suddenly, the three are interrupted by the trio known as the International Home-Wrecking Crew, Lacey, Rain, and Jetta.

“Okay, now I know why we’re here,” Lacey announced as Jetta and Rain agreed. “I mean, just look at us. If we don’t just scream ‘WWE Diva’, I don’t know what does. I mean, seriously, we’re the hottest, most talented, most entertaining women in all of independent Wrestling!”

“Too true, too true,” Rain agreed.

“But why anyone would think any of you deserve to be here, I’ll never know,” Lacey continued.

“I mean, really,” Jetta added, “Sara Del Rey, here, with the painted-on unibrow. It’s like she thinks she’s Kevin Sullivan all of a sudden! You fancy yourself a cavewoman, perhaps?”

“Fire bad!” Rain taunted

“Oh, and what about Kong here! Punch out any radio DJ’s lately?” Jetta asked. “You know, Joey Styles, he’s a Republican. You going to knock him out because he’s against gay marriage or something?”

“You are seriously going to compare Joey Styles’ views on same sex marriage to Bubba the F*ckwad’s hate-speech towards Haitians?” Kong asked, looking for an excuse to knock Jetta back to Coventry.

“Whoa, Kong,” Alison Danger stepped in. “You don’t want to blow your shot at a WWE contract, do you?”

“Yeah, Kong,” Rain taunted. “You don’t want Johnny Ace to find out about that nasty temper of yours, do you? ”

“Hey Alison, didn’t you have the baby last year?” Jetta then said to Danger. “You think you’d have managed to lose the baby weight by now! Or is this just an allergic reaction to working out?”

“On second thought,” Alison said, moving out of Kong’s way, “what Vince McMahon doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Have at it.” As Kong, no longer being held back, stepped toward Jetta with intentions of pounding the International Home-Wrecker into the dirt, Jetta wisely ran for the hills, pushing her way through the other girls to get as far away from Kong as quickly as possible.

“Ooh, wow, you’re soooo scary!” Rain said, sarcastically. Rain continued her taunting, imitating Kong, “Rahr! I’m Amazing Kong! I’m big and fat and will sit on you if you make me angry! Argh!”

Kong growled at Rain, sending her running, as well, leaving Lacey alone with an angry Kong, Del Rey, and Alison Danger.

“Hooo-kay,” Lacey sighed, seeing her predicament. “If you need me, I’ll just be over there. Waaaaaaaay over there…” Lacey then followed after her fellow Home-Wreckers, looking to avoid a three-on-one beat-down.

At that moment, Matt Striker walked into the room, holding a clipboard in his hand. He set up a chair in the middle of the room, stood on it, and tried to get everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Striker said. “Ladies!” The room went silent as everyone’s attention suddenly went from each other to Matt Striker in the center of the room. “Now, I understand, you each received a letter from our Head of Talent Relations about the possibility of being signed to WWE, is that correct?”

The women each confirmed this was true.

“All right, now, I want to assure you, WWE is indeed interested in adding you all to our roster,” Striker said. “Unfortunately, we don’t have enough money in our budget to hire all of you, so we’ve gathered you all here today to assess each of you and to see which one of you we believe best exemplifies what it means to be a WWE Diva.”

Kellie Skater raised her hand and asked, “So, wait, let me get this straight. WWE called us all here to… what? Audition?”

“Something like that, yes,” Matt Striker answered. “Now, each of you did bring your ring gear, correct?”

Once again, each of the women confirmed that they had.

“Good,” Striker said. “This is your locker room, so go ahead and get ready, and we’ll come get you when we’re ready, all right?”

“Um…” MsChif said, raising her hand. “If this is the locker room, where’s the bathroom? Or, for that matter, where’s the lockers?” Looking around the room, each of the women noticed that the room was little more than a conference room with some chairs and a table strew about, and by no means anything even resembling a locker room.

“Uh… yeah,” Striker said, trying to avoid the straight answer. “See, because you’re not on the roster yet, you’re not exactly welcome in the WWE Locker Room, and…”

“Okay, political bullsh*t aside, seriously… where’s the bathroom? I’ve been needing to go for nearly an hour now!” MsChif screamed.

“Um… down the hall, to the left,” Striker said.

“Thank you!” MsChif screamed at Matt as she quickly left the room.

Matt, shaken up by the encounter, then asked, “Anyone else have a question?”

Sara Del Rey spoke up, “Yeah! You mind telling us what the hell is going on here?”

“Look,” Matt sighed. “I know this seems strange, but, really, all you need to do right now is get your gear on and be ready to wrestle, okay? I’m just the messenger, so please, don’t take it out on me, all right?”

“Calm down, Sara,” Alison said. “It’s okay. They probably just want you to work some dark matches or something.”

“I guess,” Sara sighed.

“Any other questions?” Matt asked.

“No,” Cheerleader Melissa said, looking around to see if anyone else would speak up. “I think we’re good.”

“All right,” Matt said, making his way out of the locker room. “I’ll be back in about 20 minutes for you.”

Once Striker left, MsChif came running back into the room. Daizee Haze looked up and asked, “Feeling better now?”

“A little,” MsChif said. “That guy didn’t say anything about what we’re doing, did he?”

“Nope,” Haze replied. “Just that they want us ready in about 20 minutes.”

MsChif looked over to Kong and yelled, “Hey, Kong! You ever deal with stuff like this in TNA?”

Kong looked over to MsChif, “All the time, Chif. All the time…”

20 minutes later, Matt Striker knocked on the door of the ladies’ makeshift ‘locker room’. “You all ready to go?”

Cheerleader Melissa, taking it upon herself to be the ‘leader’ of this group, looked around to make sure there everyone was dressed. Once she saw everyone was dressed and more or less ready, she opened the door and let Matt Striker back inside. Still holding his clipboard, Striker stood in front of the door as the women all gathered around him.

“So, before we go any further, I need to make sure everyone who’s supposed to be here is here, so…” Matt said as he looked at his clipboard. “Cheerleader Melissa?”

“Here,” Melissa said.

“MsChif?” Striker called.

“HERE!!!” MsChif roared, shaking Striker nearly out of his skin.

“Okay… now I need the… Canadian Ninjas!?” Striker called, confused by the name.

“We’re here,” Portia Perez called out, accompanied by her fellow Canadian Ninja, Nicole Matthews.

Matt Striker looked at the incredibly young-looking woman and asked, “Okay, who let the 12 year-old boy in here?”

“Oh, here we go again!” Portia stamped. “Why is it that, everywhere I go, everyone keeps saying I’m 12! I’m 22, god damn it! I even have the ID to prove it!”

Matt Striker just looks at the irate Perez, not knowing how to react as she continues her temper tantrum. Soon, Alison Danger walks over to Striker and says, “It’s okay, Matt. She’s who she says she is. She just looks like a prepubescent teenager, that’s all.”

“Oh, stuff it, you half-Canadian bitch!” Perez shouted to her long-time rival.

“What did you call me?” Alison said to Perez, insulted.

Matt Striker, seeing that this was about to turn physical quickly, intervened by stepping in-between Danger and Perez saying, “Ladies! Ladies! Save it for the ring!”

“You are so lucky he’s here right now, Perez! I swear to God!” Danger threatened as Portia scoffed off her words and made her way outside.

“And I’m assuming that you would be Alison Danger,” Matt said to Alison, looking at his clipboard.

“Yes, I am,” she answered.

Striker continued his role call, listing off the names of each woman one by one –

Amazing Kong
Daizee Haze
Sara Del Rey
Australia’s own “Rate Tank” - Kellie Skater
and, of course, the International Home Wrecking Crew - Rain, Jetta, and their manager, Lacey

Once everyone had been accounted for, Matt Striker lead the women down the hall and into a staged-off interview area, complete with hanging flat-screen monitors and an NXT logo hanging in the background. As they approached this interview area, Sara Del Rey immediately realized what was going on here.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sara sighed as she approached the NXT logo.

Soon, the others began to realize just what they had gotten themselves into as well. As they were all lined up on either side of the NXT logo, just in front of the hanging, flat-screen monitors, it became perfectly clear just what was going on here.

They were about to become the second season of NXT.

Sara Del Rey, in particular, was incredibly unhappy about this turn of events, grumbling, “This isn’t happening. I didn’t just get sucked into the next Diva Search.”

Others, such as Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews, looked at the situation with a little less dread, and a bit more concern.

“So, wait, we’re still a team, right?” Nicole asked her fellow Canadian Ninja.

“I hope so,” Portia replied.

Kong, though, seemed to take the whole development in stride. After all, she had just spent the past 3 years being booked by Vince Russo. As far as she was concerned, there wasn’t much the WWE could throw at her that was any dumber than what she had to deal with in TNA.

And, with this, Matt Striker took center stage, looking into a series of camera as the red light turned on.

“Hello, and welcome to NXT!” he shouted to the viewing audience at home. “This season, we’ve selected 12 of the most popular and experienced female wrestlers from around the world, and gathered them all here to compete for a chance to become WWE’s Next Breakout Diva!”

As Striker begins to introduce each of the women, Sara Del Rey shook her head in disbelief, mumbling, “I can’t believe this. I’m on the freaking Diva Search.”

Cheerleader Melissa looked over to Del Rey and said, “Come on, Sara. It’s not that bad. You still have a chance to be on the WWE Roster.”

“You have any idea how humiliating this is? Being offered a contract with the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, just to find out that you’re being forced into a glorified beauty pageant in order to get it?” Sara replied.

“Well,” Melissa said to Del Rey, “You could always quit.”

“Yeah, and ruin my one shot at greatness? No thanks!” Sara said.

“All right, then quit whining and smile for the camera. Striker’s about to introduce you,” Melissa said.

Just then, as the camera focused in on Sara, Matt Striker said, “From Martinez, California, the world-renown ‘Death Rey’, Sara Del Rey!” As the camera zoomed in on Del Rey, she looked menacingly into the camera, pounding her fist into her hand and growling at the viewers, looking ready to for a fight.

Cheerleader Melissa then said, “Or, you can scare the living bejeesus out of the kids watching at home…”

“If you think I’m playing Barbie just to win this thing, you don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Del Rey replied.

“Now that’s the Death Rey we’ve come to know and love,” Melissa smiled, striking a pose and shaking her signature pom-poms as Striker introduced her to the viewers.

“From San Francisco, California, the self-proclaimed ‘Future Legend’, Cheerleader Melissa!” Striker announced.

“Next, from Forest Park, Illinois, the free-loving hippy, Daizee Haze!” Striker announced as Haze held her hands together in the shape of a heart on her chest, then blew a kiss to the viewers at home.

“Next, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at None of Your Damn Business, the Amazing Kong!” As the camera zooms in, Kong roared and pointed to the fans at home, letting them know that she could smash them all in a single blow.

“From Ontario, Canada… Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews, the Canadian Ninjas!” Perez dropped to her knees and posed as Matthews stood behind her with her arms open. Perez then rushes the camera and starts talking smack before Striker pulls the camera away and goes on to the next NXT hopeful…

“From the Awesomest Place Ever - Bacchus Marsh, Australia – the Invincible ‘Rate Tank’, Kellie Skater!” Kellie slaps her stomach, showing off her abs as she says mouths the words, ‘Pure Adamantium, baby!’

“Now, from…” Striker said as Lacey takes the microphone from his hand.

“We can handle this,” Lacey assures Striker as she officially takes over the show. “From the C.O.V… Coventry…”

Jetta then shoves into the shot, taking the microphone for a second and saying, “And for all of you fat, lazy, ignorant Americans watching at home, Coventry is in England!”

Lacey then takes back the mic to finish her intro, “JETTA!” Jetta then poses a moment for the camera before Lacey continues with her introductions.

“From St. Paul, Minnesota, the Love of My Life, RAIN!!!” Rain then poses for a moment before taking the microphone from Lacey.

Rain then says, “And, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, the Greatest Manager of All Time – LACEY!!!” Lacey poses and flips her hair for a moment before taking back the microphone.

“And together, we are The INTERNATIONAL HOME-WRECKING CREW!!!” Lacey concludes before handing the mic back to Striker.

“So, I’m allowed to continue, now?” Striker asks Lacey.

“Like anyone cares about these other losers,” Lacey says to him, blowing off her competition as Striker moves down the line.

“Next, from Belmont Hill, Pennsylvania, the First Lady of Independent Wrestling, Alison Danger!”

“Um, Matt? We’re not live, are we?” Alison asks, completely shaken by the situation.

“Actually, Alison, we are,” Striker confirms.

“Oh, that’s not good, because, you see, I have a baby at home, and I can’t really commit to this kind of a travel schedule right now, and…” Alison says as Striker moves down the line.

“And, finally, from the Inferno, Your Soul’s Tormentor, MsChif!” MsChif roars at Matt Striker, once again shaking him out of his skin. “And these are your NXT Rookies!”

“Now wait just one damn minute, Striker!” Alison Danger said, taking the mic from Matt Striker. “No one said anything to me about being on some Reality TV show, all right? I have a daughter at home, she’s not even a year old yet, and there’s no way I can commit the kind of travel schedule WWE runs right now! And, I’m sorry to have to bring it up, right now, on National TV, but if you or the office here would have simply run this by me before traipsing us all out here and putting us all on the spot, we could have avoided this whole thing. So, I’m sorry, Matt, and I’m sorry, people watching at home, but there’s no way I can be a part of this competition right now.”

Meanwhile, on commentary, Michael Cole and Josh Matthews weigh in on the situation.

“Well, here we go,” Michael Cole began. “Not even 5 minutes into the competition and the Internet Darling is already complaining!”

“Are you kidding me? Obviously, she had no idea what she was being brought in for… And, besides, the Internet’s not even all about Danger. If anyone’s the internet favorite here, it’s Amazing Kong!” Matthews explained.

“That behemoth?! Are you kidding me? I’m not even sure that thing is human, let alone a woman!” Cole complained.

“Well, she is a former AWA, NWA, TNA and WWWA Women’s Champion, as well as one of the most feared and respected female competitors in all of wrestling,” Matthews explained. “She’s only suffered a handful of losses over the course of her 8 year career, and is considered by many to be the most dominant performer in all of professional wrestling today.”

“What does she do, Josh? Sit on people to win?” Cole asked.

“Actually, no,” Josh answered. “Between her spinning back fist, Implant Buster, and the infamous sit-out Amazing Bomb…”

“Jesus Christ, Josh, no one gives a crap about her finishing moves, okay?” Cole sighed, annoyed by the whole premise of this competition. “This is WWE, not ROH or Indy-Smark-a-Palooza!”

“Well, you just asked me if she sat on her competition, so I thought I’d…” Josh retorted.

“Damn it, Josh, I was being sarcastic, all right? God knows I don’t even want to be here, so can we just get on with this farce already?” Michael Cole said.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Michael Cole? Don’t you realize the level of honest-to-God talent WWE has assembled here, fighting for a chance to join WWE?” Josh asked, amazed by his partner’s indifference.

“Please, Josh! This whole competition is a farce! We bring in a bunch of nobodies from the minor leagues, all because the Internet threw a hissy fit over Mickie James leaving…” Cole ranted.

“Mickie James was fired, Michael!” Josh said.

“Who cares?! She was dead weight, anyway!” Cole ranted. “And now that she’s gone, and Beth Phoenix is hurt, we have to deal with these prima donnas from the Indies!”

“Prima donnas?!” Josh spazed. “Do you have any clue who these people are, or what they’ve done over the past 10 years?”

“Do I look like I care?” Cole asked.

“Well, obviously, our fans care, or else this wouldn’t even be happening right now, so, do you think you can be professional enough to reign in your prejudice long enough to call these matches fairly, or am I going to have to carry this team, just like I did last season?” Josh demanded.

“Yeah, YOU carried this broadcasting team, all right…” Michael Cole quipped, sarcastically.

Meanwhile, back in the interview area, Matt Striker is trying to calm Alison Danger down.

“Look, I know this is nuts, but, this isn’t my fault,” Matt said. “Mistakes were obviously made here…”

“Obviously!” Danger shouted, irate. “Look, I know it’s not your fault, but I seriously can’t do this right now. I’m sorry, but my daughter has to come first, and I hope that the WWE Universe will understand why I cannot compete here on NXT,” Alison said, walking away.

“Well, you heard it folks, Alison Danger is leaving the competition,” Matt Striker said.

“And good riddance, too!” Portia Perez called out to her rival as she walked away. “It’s not like that Diet Canadian has-been even has what it takes to be a WWE Diva, anyway!”

Alison turns around and says to Perez, “Who the hell are you to call me a has-been? Haven’t I beat your ass enough times in SHIMMER?”

“Why don’t you just go home and suckle that little brat you use to make yourself feel better about being an old, washed-up, pathetic excuse for a professional wrestler!” Portia taunts.

“Oh, that does it,” Alison says, turning towards Portia Perez. “You’re done for this time, Portia!”

“Bring it on, Ali Lamer!” Portia said as Alison pounced on her.

“Well, it looks like we got a classic catfight on our hands here, Cole,” Josh said as Alison Danger grabs Portia Perez by the hair and throws her head first into the NXT Logo.

“Really?” Cole asked. “All I see is a woman beating the hell out of a 12 year-old boy.”

“That’s Portia Perez, Cole,” Josh Matthews corrected. “She’s 22, and has been wrestling professionally since she was in High School.”

“She’s one of those ‘Canadian Ninjas’, right?” Cole asked.

“In fact, she is. One half of the current SHIMMER Tag Team Champions…” Matthews explained.

Michael Cole then interrupts Josh, saying, “I’m getting word from the back that this fight is being made official, now – Alison Danger vs. Portia Perez, Falls Count Anywhere, and, as we can see, there is now an official coming into the scene to inform the women of this decision.”

“Well, it looks to be the case, as Chad Patton has just arrived, telling Alison Danger that this fight has now been made official,” Matthews concurred.

Michael Cole: Okay, so, I don’t get it, Josh. Why would WWE Officials do this?

Josh Matthews: Well, Michael, Alison Danger and Portia Perez have been feuding in SHIMMER for well over 2 years now, culminating in a Last Woman Standing match for the SHIMMER Volume 30 show, which Danger won. It began with Perez questioning Danger’s Canadian Heritage, and continued when Perez injured Danger in a tag team match in 2008. Then, when a pregnant Danger made an appearance at a SHIMMER show to explain her absence, Portia attempted to harm Alison’s unborn daughter.

Michael Cole: Wait… the 12 year-old boy attacked a pregnant woman on a wrestling show?

Josh Matthews: She tried to! Fortunately, SHIMMER Official Brice Remsberg was able to stop Perez before she had a chance to harm Danger or her baby.

Michael Cole: Amazing. We ever try to do that, and the Parents’ Television Council would be so far up our ass, it wouldn’t be funny!

Josh Matthews: Well, back to the match. We see that Alison Danger is in complete control, right now, dragging Portia Perez by the hair as they make their way down the hall and toward the Gorilla Position.

Michael Cole: I just can’t get over this. THAT’s an adult female?!

Josh Matthews: Yes, Michael Cole. Portia Perez is 22 and a woman. Now, can we get back to calling this match now?

Michael Cole: I guess… Just can’t believe we’ve sunk so low as to consider hiring teenage boys to wrestle the Divas…

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger and Portia Perez, now fighting their way towards the stage. Danger grabs Portia by the hair one more time and… Holy hell! She just threw Portia Perez by the hair from behind the curtain and all the way out to the stage, Cole! Portia Perez, landing face-first on the cold steel of the stage, rolling over as Alison Danger makes her way out to this sold out crowd here at the Quicken Loans arena in Cleveland, Ohio.

Michael Cole: From the looks of it, Alison Danger was trying to make a shot from the 3-point line!

Josh Matthews: That your attempt at a LeBron James reference, there, Cole?

Michael Cole: No. If I was going to bring up LeBron, I’d have mentioned New York.

Josh Matthews: Way to endear yourself to the Cleveland fans there, Cole.

Michael Cole: What do they care? They’re here at the arena! They can’t hear me doing commentary!

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger, now grinding Portia’s face into the metal stage. And, as you can see, the stage is made up of metal grates, so, when you rub someone’s face across them, it’s like taking a cheese grater to someone’s face!

Michael Cole: Alison Danger now looking to the crowd for their approval, as if they’d even know who the hell she was!

Josh Matthews: Meanwhile, Portia Perez is reaching into her tights. Looks like she’s pulling out a chain. She wraps it around her fist…

Michael Cole: Patton needs to get on this and stop her before she uses that thing!

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger turns around, and Portia Perez nails her with the chain!

Michael Cole: What? No bell?

Josh Matthews: This is Falls Count Anywhere, Cole! In this match, that chain is as legal as a headlock!

Michael Cole: Portia Perez, now, taking the chain and wrapping it around Alison Danger’s neck, choking Danger out…

Josh Matthews: You’re actually going to call the match now?

Michael Cole: Portia Perez, now dragging Alison Danger down the rampway by the neck. Danger tries to fight out of that chain, gasping for breath.

Josh Matthews: Portia Perez has been looking to make her mark in wrestling by taking Alison Danger not only out of SHIMMER, but out of the sport entirely, and how fitting would it be that, here, on NXT, Portia was finally able to accomplish that goal on her way to becoming WWE’s Next Breakout Diva?

Michael Cole: Perez, now releasing the chain, picks Alison Danger up and… what is she doing, Josh?

Josh Matthews: I believe she’s going for a move she calls the ‘Kosher Pickle’…

Michael Cole: And she nails it, driving Alison Danger face-first into the rampway. Goes for the cover, 1…2… and… No way! No way did she just kick out of that!

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger, kicking out of the Kosher Pickle on the rampway. And Perez looks pissed, picking up that chain and once again wrapping it around Alison Danger’s neck.

Michael Cole: Portia Perez, going for what looks like a Camel Clutch submission, pulling that chain across the neck of Alison Danger. Chad Patton asks Alison if she wants to quit, but she refuses!

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger, showing that fighting spirit that’s defined her career, refusing to give up...

Michael Cole: Portia Perez, now picking up Alison Danger again, as they make their way now towards the ring. Perez now, in complete control, throwing Danger head-first into the ring steps! And it looks like… no… she’s not going to do this. Portia Perez has taken off the top part of the ring steps, and it looks like she’s… no… no… NO!!!

Michael Cole: Oh my God!

Josh Matthews: Portia Perez with another Kosher Pickle, right on the ring steps. This has got to be it. 1… 2… and she kicks out! Alison Danger, having taken two Kosher Pickles, one on the rampway, one on the ring steps, absolutely refusing to quit here against her most hated rival to date! Portia Perez now, rolling Alison Danger into the ring. She now goes looking under the ring and pulls out a steel chair…

Michael Cole: This isn’t going to be good.

Josh Matthews: Portia Perez, sliding that chair into the ring, picks up Alison Danger and it looks like she’s going for the swinging inverted STO she calls ‘School’s Out’, and she nails it, driving Alison Danger, face-first right into that steel chair. Goes for the cover. 1… 2… and again, Danger kicks out.

Michael Cole: I just can’t believe that, after all the abuse Alison Danger has taken in this match that she’s still able to kick out of all of these pin attempts!

Josh Matthews: Well, it’s that fighting spirit I mentioned earlier. Alison Danger has never backed down from a fight, especially when it comes to someone like Portia Perez, a woman who’s done everything she possibly could to destroy Alison Danger over the past two years, even threatening the life of her daughter while Alison was still carrying her in the womb! And even though Alison has decided to officially withdraw from this NXT competition, nothing would please Alison more than to take out her most hated rival, Portia Perez, in front of the entire WWE Universe right here on NXT!

Michael Cole: Portia Perez now dragging the near life-less body of Alison Danger over to the ropes, draping Danger’s throat across the bottom rope, and choking the life out of her opponent.

Josh Matthews: The referee, Chad Patton, now trying to pull Portia off of Danger…

Michael Cole: This is a no disqualification match, right? So why is Patton pulling Portia off of Alison Danger?

Josh Matthews: He’s probably afraid Portia is killing her, Cole. He may not be able to disqualify Portia Perez for choking Alison Danger on the bottom rope, but it doesn’t mean he has to sit there and let the poor woman die, either!

Michael Cole: Perez, now arguing with the referee, and, what’s this?

Josh Matthews: It’s Nicole Matthews, running down to ringside! Nicole Matthews, the other half of the SHIMMER Tag Champs, along with Portia Perez, now choking Alison Danger on the bottom rope as Portia continues to argue with the referee.

Michael Cole: Chad Patton turns around and sees Matthews now, sliding out of the ring and admonishing Nicole Matthews.

Josh Matthews: Meanwhile, back in the ring, Portia Perez pulls Alison Danger up to her feet and… what’s this? It looks like Portia is setting Danger up for one of Danger’s Signature Moves, the Old School Expulsion…

Michael Cole: Looks like an inverted Twist of Fate to me…

Josh Matthews: It IS an inverted Twist of Fate, you jackass! Perez goes for the move, but Danger reverses out of it and nails Perez with a facebreaker across the knee. Going for the cover, but the ref is still on the outside arguing with Nicole Matthews!

Michael Cole: Danger now rolls to the outside and shoves Nicole Matthews out of the way, telling the ref that he just missed a cover.

Josh Matthews: Chad Patton, sliding back into the ring now as Danger picks up Portia Perez. Whipping her off the ropes, and Danger with a huge Lariat. Going for the cover now, 1… 2… and Perez kicks out.

Michael Cole: Portia Perez, certainly no slouch when it comes to a fight, even if she does look underage…

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger now sets Perez up in the corner, and here it comes now, the curb kick, right across the face of Portia Perez! Danger, picking Perez up off the mat, and this is it, the Old School Expulsion! Going for the cover now, 1… 2… and Nicole Matthews, pulling Chad Patton’s leg out of the ring, breaking up the count.

Michael Cole: The WWE Universe, not happy about that at all, and Chad Patton, who’s had just about enough of Matthews' interference, now ordering Matthews to the back!

Josh Matthews: Alison Danger now setting up for her famous Shimmering Warlock. Portia Perez, struggling to her feet now. And here it comes, Danger, with the Shimmering Warlock, and wait!

Michael Cole: Danger, missing with the kick, and Perez now, to her feet. Alison Danger gets up and…

Josh Matthews: SUPERKICK!!! Portia Perez nails Alison Danger with the superkick and goes for the cover, 1… 2… 3!!! Portia Perez has defeated Alison Danger here on NXT!

Michael Cole: I can’t believe what we just saw, here! Portia Perez, superkicking Alison Danger for the win here in the very first match of the second season of NXT!

Winner: Portia Perez

Josh Matthews: The Canadian Ninja, Portia Perez, cementing her spot here on NXT by defeating her long-time rival, Alison Danger!

Michael Cole: What’s this now? Portia Perez, calling for a mic…


“In case you people here in Cleveland, or any of you people watching at home missed it, my name is Portia Perez,” Portia began, “one half of the greatest tag team in all of women’s wrestling, the Canadian Ninjas. And if any of you girls in the back think you’re going to stop me and Nicole Matthews from dominating NXT and getting these WWE contracts, take a good look at Alison Danger, back there. Bloodied, beaten, broken, by ME, because I’m frickin’ AWESOME!!! And if any of you prissy little WWE Divas think you can stop us from running roughshod over this poor excuse for a women’s division, I dare you, any one, or hell, ALL of you, to come out here now and try to stop us!”

“Big words from such a small girl, don’t you think?” Michael Cole

“What’s this now? It sounds like… it is! It’s Natalya of the Hart Dynasty!” Josh Matthews proclaimed as Natalya made her way out on to the stage, holding a microphone in her hand.

“Look, little girl,” Natalya said to Portia. “I know, just because you came out here and had one good match on TV, you think you’re hot stuff, but, believe me, if you think this is all it takes to be a WWE Diva, then girl, you’re in for a shock, let me tell you. See…”

Suddenly, Nicole Matthews come rushing out, attacking Natalya from behind as Portia drops her mic and makes her way out of the ring and up the ramp. As Matthews continues her attack, Perez joins in, stomping on Natalya. Perez tells Matthews to pick Natalya up, and Matthews holds Natalya up in a rear waistlock.

“What’s this they’re doing?” Michael Cole asked.

“Looks like they’re setting Natalya up for the Funky Cold Medina,” Matthews said. Portia Perez then takes a step back and superkicks Natalya in the face and Nicole Matthews throws Natalya back with a release german suplex, right onto the metal stage!

“Unbelievable!” Michael Cole exclaimed. “In one fell swoop, the Canadian Ninjas have not only sent a message to the NXT Rookies by defeating Alison Danger, but they’ve also sent a message to the entire Divas Roster, taking out Natalya! Nicole Matthews and Portia Perez, certainly not here to make friends here on NXT!”

“Well, if you were expecting the Canadian Ninjas to come into this competition humble and ready to learn from our WWE Pros, you’re sorely mistaken, Cole,” Josh Matthews explained. “And now that Portia Perez has defeated her most hated rival from SHIMMER right here in front of the entire WWE Universe, there’s nothing and no one that, in her mind, is going to stop the Canadian Ninjas from dominating this NXT competition!”

“Well, call me crazy, but the last thing I’d want to do in a competition judged by the WWE Divas would be to call them out and attack them one by one,” Michael Cole said.

“Or, perhaps they’re taking the Prison Yard strategy, here,” Josh Matthews pointed out. “Taking out the big dog in order to gain the respect of everyone else in the yard, and there are few bigger dogs in the Divas’ Locker Room than Natalya Neidhart!”

“Whatever the case, we’re out of time for this week,” Cole announced. “Tune in next week for more of the Divas’ NXT!”

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