A truce

"Listen." Tracey says, "The way things are going. They are not like, totally okay, okay? She knows that both of you ladies have some pull in the area."

"You can say that again." Monica chuckles.

"Not as much as I do. My homies will come on striking." Lisa then replies.

"Fuck that hoe. Our gang is twice as bad as you!"

"Fuck you fucking border jumper!" Lisa says with her and Monica getting face to face with one another.

"Regardless." Tracey says getting in between both ladies, pushing them back, "Ms. Mcvan doesn't want any trouble. As if your gangs cause trouble in this area that means less people won't come to the show. Less people mean less ticket sells, less ticket sells means less money. And I think that will make the boss like totally unhappy. And we know how she gets if she's unhappy."

Lisa and Monica say nothing as they know Tracey is right.

"Good, now later after the next tag match. We will go down to Mcvan's office and talk it out like grown adult okay?"

Both sides say nothing.

"Good. Now where's that Karla Kent?" The cameraman shrugs.

"I totally wanted to show off my negotiation skills in front of her. I mean have you seen her legs? Huh?" Tracey scoffs, "I think I could do..."

Before she could finish there is a loud noise behind them and people screaming and yelling.

"What is that?"

Tracey and the two gangs go further backstage and sees...