The scene opens up to Liz waking up out of the bed. She looks into the mirror and notices a slight dark red strand of hair, and immediately she grabs a bottle and opens the top. She downs the strange liquid and tosses it back in the bag from which she grabbed it from. Her hair changes back to its original color and she smiles wickedly.

Well… it’s time for this Breakfast. she laughs methodically and grabs a small bottle out of her bag. She puts it in her pocket and heads out of her door.

In the kitchen cooking eggs, Liz looks behind her shoulder to make sure that Noah is still sleep, and he is knocked the fuck out. Damn, didn’t know dogs could snore so fucking loud. Liz pulls the bottle out of her pocket and sprinkles the substance into the eggs before mixing it up. The substance fades into the eggs and she smiles wickedly before finishing the rest of the breakfast, just as Sarah, Cole, Kathryn, and Justin walk in.

You guys came in just in time. I just finished up.

Great! I’m starving. You need any help?

No no, I’ve got this, but please sit. All of you.

They do so and Liz brings their plates to them.

You’re not going to eat?

Oh no, this is a meal for the people I love!

They all tend to their food, devouring it without any second thought.

Man Liz, these eggs are great, what did you do to them.

Liz, whom is standing at the sink washing dishes with her back toward them smiles.

Oh that’s just my little secret ingredient. Now I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got to run.

Already? We haven’t even done anything fun yet. This bites.

Oh Cole, I won’t be long. Don’t miss me too much. Liz says before she grabs her jacket and heads out the door.

She is just such a great spirit.

Yeah, that trip to Honduras really changed her for the better.

The camera transitions to Liz, whom is getting into the passenger seat of a car.

Hello Cruella

Hi Jacan, I fed them breakfast and gave them the secret ingredient. They should be feeling the effects within the next few days.

Good good. Now the reason why I have called you in today is simple, the woman you’re impersonating is more intriguing that meets the eye. We have to go to the laboratory to show you.

They drive toward a strange mountain and stop before getting out of the car and proceeding to the mountain. They walk into the abyss of the mountain and through a door, which leads to the laboratory.

Home sweet home.

Liz says before noticing that her hair is dark red.

Aw shit.

Don’t worry, when you come in here, the potion automatically wear off. Now come with me, we had to keep her in a confined area. She was a feisty one I can tell you that.

They walk into a back room and see Liz in a pod sitting on the floor. Cruella notices her and smiles.

Yeah, I can just imagine how difficult it was to contain her.

She’s tougher than she looks, Cruella. Speaking of her toughness let me tell you about her occupation.

I’m listening.

It has come to my attention that she is a wrestler, so you, for the time begin, will be a wrestler. And your first match is… tomorrow.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Jacan!

If you can’t handle it, I mean, anyone can take the position. Josephine has been bugging me about it more recently, believe it or not.

Cruella looks at him and her smile immediately transitions to a frown.

That bitch better stay in her lane. But forget about her for a second, I have a match?

It should be nothing. It’s just you teaming with a major butt munching faggotron against the worst competitor in XWF to recent date, and his partner is a chick that just got her ass handed to her not to long ago. You should be fine.

I better be.

Would I ever do something simply to undermine you?

Remember that time in the casino?

Other than that.

Liz, whom is sitting in the pod, looks up at Jacan and Cruella. She stands up and puts her hand on the glass, examining them.

Look! She has no idea what is going on anymore. She is under our control.

So why am I still impersonating her?

She still needs to undergo a few more tests. Then we can move on to her friends, one of whom is a rogue police officer.

Liz looks at Jacan and beats on her glass pod. Her mouth is moving but she is unheard courtesy of the soundproof pod she is in.

Ahh yes that is the one thing that triggers her off. She is very loyal to her friends, and whenever I speak of them, she goes ballistic. These are the things you need to show. Loyalty, honor, integrity. That is the only way they will truly believe that you. Points to Cruella. Are her. Points to Liz.

Should be a piece of cake. I’m loyal to you, right?

Except for that time in Vegas.

Yeah, that was pretty funny though.

Now, in order for the people to believe you’re her, you will have to cut a promo. Basically talking about your competition for the upcoming match. And finally, I will need you to make sure that you are not seen at any time as Cruella. If they see you, then they will know who you are. And that will ruin our plans. So lay low, and keep doing what you’re doing.

Understood.

Cruella says before walking out of the laboratory and out of the mountain. She gets in the car and drives back to her home where she notices that it is empty. She walks to her room where images of Jim Ward losing and Christine Nash with a whip in her hands hang, and turns on the camera.

Jim Ward. What much is there to say about you? You are a natural born loser. You lose night after night after night, and it is surprising to me that you are even in this match. Your brother is just as, if not worse than you. When was the last thing relevant you’ve done, Jim? Anything? I’m waiting? I can leave for a fucking decade and you will still be that same old weakass bitch that can’t cough up a win to save his pathetic miserable life. Bitch.

Hey Christine Nash! Can you hear me? Have you yet to recover from the physical asskicking that you’ve been receiving week in and week out. I hear you returned last week, and in your match you not only lost, but got your ass handed to you in a silver platter by Ezekiel Carter-Williams the Fifth. Ahh that ECW 5, good guy. I’m sure Jim Ward will put up a better fight than you simply because you’ve been taking too much brainfucking to function. You’re going to end up in a fucking psych ward if you keep getting your ass kicked.

So in my return I have to face a crazy bitch with a history of getting dominated, a guy who can’t win, and my partner is a who can’t seem to beat the easiest of competition, that being Peter Gilmour of course. Wow, thanks for hooking me up with this one, Wallace.