Friction World title Match. Brittany vs Odessa.

Karisma had been just as surprised as everyone else when Kelly came into the ring and broke up the match. Although the outcome as far as keeping the title on Brittany was favorable, The Jewel of India was not pleased at all. Not one bit. She leaned over quickly and whispered sharply into Mercy's ear before she slipped inside the ring.

She lunged at Kelly and aimed a kick at the chair that Kelly held, hoping to smash it into the blonde's face and put her down.

Meanwhile, against her best interests, Mercy slid around behind Kelly and reached through the bottoms ropes when Karisma aimed her kick. She tried to catch Kelly by the ankles and give a sharp tug so that not only would Kelly eat the kick but also fall sharply onto the canvas face first.

Kelly had her chair up when Odessa approached her, ready to strike at Odessa with no hesitation at all while Brittany writhed at her feet. She was just about to strike the champion once more before she saw her old friend, Karisma slide inside the ring.

Immediately, Kelly got her chair up and stepped forward, extending her arms as Karisma struck the chair to absorb the kick and prevent it from hitting her face! "Hah!" Kelly exclaimed as her shield paid off before she suddenly felt her ankles being yanked out from under her, causing her to fall face first into the steel chair!

"AAA---AAAAUGH!!" Kelly cried in unison with the hard metallic clank from her face, crying out violently as she kicked at the mat and rolled out of the ring, stumbling to the guard rail as she held her throbbing face and bruised nose, glaring hatefully at Karisma and especially at the always troublesome secretary, Mercy Wrenn!

Mercy was nearly to the other side of the ring when Kelly rolled out. She was fine with the plan but she wanted nothing to do with being anywhere in arms reach of Kelly Conway once the deed was done. She definitely didn't want to die!

Karisma thrust her hip out smugly at Kelly as she stumbled to the guardrail. "You..." She said, letting the words linger in the air. "Are wholly ugly. Your eyes aren't fit to even gaze upon anyone in this room, let alone myself or Brittany." Karisma said, pressing her hand against her chest before waving the back of it a Kelly.

"Begone." She said turning her head away from Kelly.

In the end, Odessa did not need to intercede on Brittany's behalf. The champion, laying broken on the canvas after the ruthless attack by her blonde enemy, was defended by her entourage, the two of them saving her opponent the trouble as they climbed into the ring and took much more decisive action than Odessa's calm, cautious approach. The Briton would straighten up, stopping in place and just watching the scene unfold. She crossed her arms over her chest, her green eyes following Kelly intently as she was attacked, tripped up and taken down to the mat.

"Tch," Odessa would intone, as she watched the scene unfold. What a mess this was. It seemed as if she was watching some soap opera serial, an EastEnders or Coronation Street of the AFW world, unfolding right before her very eyes. What sort of a tangled mess of betrayal and bad blood had she wandered into between all of these girls? The fact that they could act like such children and still be considered respected members of the wrestling community was almost unthinkable to the refined London woman.

All she could do now was watch and wait for this mess to resolve itself.

Brittany punched the mat before slowly starting to get up. "Damn it! I am going to kill you Kelly." Brittany would say as she would finally get to her feet. Brittany was pretty messed up after that chair shot and Brittany was having trouble just standing before she looked around the ring. Brittany knew that she lost and even though she got to keep her belt Brittany was pissed.

As Kelly stumbled towards the ramp with one hand covering her face, she'd peer through her fingers and glare hatefully at Karisma, then little Mercy Wrenn. Once again the mouse had made a fool of her and Kelly hated feeling embarrassed, because that was exactly what she felt right now. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Falling on her face thanks to the pinkette who took her friend away, who canceled her show and even attacked her she had been weakened by Akashi!

Kelly glared daggers at Mercy and swore to get vengeance. But no one was more deserving of Kelly's wrath then the Champion herself, Brittany Luuve.

Walking back up the ramp, Kelly sneered as the champion punched the mat and yelled at her. Kelly simply began to mime a belt around her waist. "It's mine." She'd say aloud as she scowled viciously at the woman who brutalized Chesna, this champion who had raped her long ago and was now the reason her hated rival, Taylor, was gone. Stealing Kelly of all the glory and her rematch.

Looking at Brittany as the crowd booed the interrupted match and poor finish, Kelly reached the stage and pointed once more at Brittany before slowly dragging her thumb across her neck, sticking her tongue out as she slowly taunted the champion before turning and walking away.

Through the pain and embarrassment she had suffered, a small smile soon creeped over her face. Soon, she would crush Brittany Luuve and be Friction Champion once more.

Karisma furrowed her brow. The whole thing had been an inelegant facre. She reached down and grabbed Brittany, practically yanking her to her feet. "Stand up." She barked. "Compose yourself." She then looked at Odessa and stared up and down at the girl.

"Accept what you've gotten and begone." The Jewel said with an irritated tone.

Odessa watched everything unfold. She watched the crazed Kelly's hasty exit, one which saved her hide from a real beating at the hands of Brittany's posse. Kelly did, of course, wait at the top of the ramp, turn, and make a threatening gesture towards Brittany. Of course. Now that she was out of harm's way, she could threaten and posture all she wanted. Odessa couldn't believe that she was sympathizing with Brittany here, considering how nasty the champion was. The Briton shook her head again, glancing back to Brittany and now Karisma, who was yanking Brittany onto her feet and wailing like a pathetically thick-headed harpy at Odessa at the same time.

"Oh, don't put up an act like that. You couldn't possibly be that dense," Odessa would say, in no mood to indulge Karisma. She would reach out and grab the shorter woman's chin, running her fingers along it condescendingly and flipping Karisma's head upward slightly. "I'm no more happy about this than you are. Why would I be? My title shot is on hold indefinitely." She would let go of Karisma and take a step back, casting her gaze towards the much-worse-for-wear Brittany. "Don't you lose this title before I have another chance to take it from you. Until then...sort out whatever foolishness this is you have with that brat. I will be personally ensuring that nothing like what has just occurred happens again."

She would turn back to Karisma for just a moment. "And you, don't you pretend as if elegance has any meaning to you. Either shape up your brat and deal with that other one properly, or drop the pretense. It's simple, you know, so I hope I don't need to elaborate for you any further." Odessa would turn on her heels and make her way out of the ring and up towards the ramp, tired of having to deal with these children.