Her apartment had been straightened up since we last took a glimpse at it. No more dirty dishes stacked in the sink, no more flies swarming around three day old Chinese food, and no more dirty laundry scattered throughout the house. To be honest, it wasn't Demonica that cleaned it -- it was Rusty Longbottom; her manager that had been around for now what seemed like ages. She sat there on her neatly ordered couch in front of her television set.

Demonica Vile: "Round one... done. Just don't know how much I have left in me."

Rusty Longbottom: "Come on, Dem! I just got the text! Next match you go against Chain Reaction and the match is in Japan!"

Demonica Vile: "Let me guess... Clive has Jay and I brawling in a place that has something to do with NGPW..."

Rusty Longbottom: "Errr... yes, actually. Shouldn't you be a little more excited? It's almost like you have a pass this round."

Demonica Vile: "If Jay is anything like the guy he employs, I'm going to have a hard time. It's not the physicalities I'm worried about. It's what kind of crazy scheme he has come up with that in the long run, might actually work. You don't know these people like I do, Rusty."

Rusty Longbottom: "Sure I do! I was there when all of that happened with Tony Gooch and Az!"

A little backstory for you... just to bring you up to date. Once upon a time in UCE under the reign of terror by the illustrious Dr Kiebler, Juan Shan met Demonica Vile, Azareth Hell, and Rusty Longbottom on top of the Steeplechase Arena. The details on the reasoning why are foggy right now, but that's what happened. In the end, Juan Shan ended up soiling himself after being hung from the top of the Steeplechase. He was rescued by firefighters after a call from Tony Gooch.

Rusty Longbottom: "They're the same person in my opinion... shouldn't be a problem."

Demonica Vile: "But do you remember what happened BEFORE all of that?"

Rusty Longbottom: "Look, you don't even need to think about that. It's not the same person. I lied. Now you have to get off of your ass and come on! Our flight to Tokyo leaves in an hour, and we don't want to be late! You're already thirty three percent there... one more round and you're in the finals!"

She couldn't argue that. After all, what would be the difference if she lost? She would just as easily return to her apartment with no emotion or determination to jump back in to the Wrassle[dot]Network either way, so why not make a few extra bucks on the way there?

Demonica Vile: "I'm telling you, Rusty. Anything fishy on the way there, and I'm not doing it. You got me out last time, but that was with someone that I've never had to deal with before -- and I know what kind of connections Jayson Marco has."

Rusty Longbottom: "Alright. We'll talk about details of the match on the way there."

Demonica Vile: "At least I won't be fighting someone who has their face painted like they've took too many hits of acid or something... ugh."

Rusty Longbottom: "Yeah... ugh."

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