"Play It" by Sneakout cracked out from the PA and sight was restored in form of strobing purple and green!
--Oh no thick walls, are gonna block the waves,--
--No not quite space enough between that'd ever kill the bass,--
--Ooh aah that shaking rattling cracking you can't take it cause you know it rubs you wrong,--Hate rained down, while Wanton Vixen stepped her way out onstage.
Raising her belt in response, as if proud and fed off their jeers.
The GZW Victress Championship remained high above her head, as she made her way to ringside.
--But does it rub you wrong?--
--Ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--Yeah ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--No use hiding while denying it,--
--You really don't want to fight so just join along,--
--Just join along.--Passing by the ring, she made a pit stop at commentary to hop her butt up on the table!
Draping the strap over the table, Vixen pointed finger at the commentators to
"No touch!"That finger of warning shifted down to a pitbull named "Jack",
"No chew!"--I wake the neighbors up they always come a knocking,--
--Each time I play a record they will try to stop me, oh--
--Wish they'd leave me alone--
--While my music's so low.--Music cut, lights up, and Wanton Vixen, awaited her partner with her butt still on the table.