Yes

Your eyes widen not believing what you were seeing. Owen fell to one knee then the other. He look up to Heather still wearing her devil inspire gear. She smirk down at him.

"Lay on your back." She said like a giddy schoolgirl.

Owen collapse to the white wresting canvas. His defeated eyes lay upon Heather face then to Heather foot which she put on his chest.

Heather said to the referee. "Count."

Dakota fell to the mat quickly. Her hand whacking the mat three times making a loud sound.

"1.2.3." Dakota spoke while counting the pin.

You heard the killer bass all murmuring with upset and angry words toward Owen. You knew you wouldn't want to be him. He should have just fought instead going by the fake wrestling code.

Heather smugly raise her hand. "Owen please be a dear and leave my ring." She said with cockiness in her voice. "I'm getting closer to winning that immunity belt."