Saeed walked into her dressing room after cutting a promo on Impact about retaining Kong's Championship belt, thus finally kicking Angelina out of TNA permanently. Kong had stayed at Saeed's warehouse to keep an eye on their captives.

She flicked on the light switch and shut the door behind her. When she turned she was met with a jarring punch that sent her back against the door.

"Hello Saeed," greeted Gail Kim pleasantly, "Where's Kong tonight?"

Saeed shot forward to tackle the petite Asian, but Gail leap frogged over her back and Raisha crashed painfully into the wall. When she tried to rise Gail was upon her however, nailing her chin with a knee that made Saeed see stars.

Raisha tried to throw a punch, but Gail expertly caught her arm, and used Saeed's own momentum to turn her around and wrench her arm behind her back painfully. Raisha screamed in agony.

"Where is Velvet and Madison?" asked Gail calmly.

"I'll never tell you, insolent Canadian worm!" Raisha shot back.

Gail tweaked her arm up even further, and Raisha yelled out in pain again. She could feel the strain about to break her arm.

"Where?" Gail asked again, almost nonchalantly.

"Fine!" screamed Saeed, "I'll tell you!"

Gail didn't let up, and she added extra pressure. "Where?"

"They're at my warehouse!" Saeed yelled.

Gail threw her into the wall, and she crumbled to the floor.

"Write down the address please," Gail told her. "I have a phone call to make."

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Taylor and Angelina had been waiting for Gail's call for hours now. To avoid any more kidnappings they had rented a motel room, and they were the kind of bored that only being stuck in a motel room could provide.

Taylor flicked channels, looking for something funny to watch, to lighten the mood. She had to settle on an unfunny comedian doing stand up. She looked over at Angelina, who was pacing back and forth, back and forth.

"Sit down, Angelina," Taylor demanded. "You're making me anxious."

"I can't," Angelina told her. "I'm too nervous. I hope she calls soon."

"Sit!"

"Can't."

Taylor stood and blocked her path. "Sit." She said calmly. The kind of calm that meant 'business'.

Angelina rolled her eyes. "I can't!" she reiterated.

Taylor shoved her hard, sending Angelina back peddling until she fell backwards onto the bed. "You bitch!" Angelina yelled in mock anger.

"Oh?" Taylor said, pretending to be wounded by the insult. "I'm a bitch am I?"

Suddenly Taylor was on top of her, quicker than Angelina had thought possible. She had grabbed a pillow and was shoving it in her face. Angelina fought back, but couldn't gain any leverage. "Stop it!" she yelled.

"Not until you say I'm not a bitch," demanded Taylor.

"But you are a bitch," Angelina laughed.

"Oh you're dead!"

Taylor straddled Angelina's stomach, then pinned her arms above her head onto the bed. Angelina tried to resist, but it was futile. Both girls giggled as they fought, and soon they were out of breath. Taylor's face had ended up only inches from Angelina's, and they both stopped laughing.

Breathing heavily from the exertion, Taylor looked into Angelina's clear blue eyes, their eyes locked together.

'We're too close,' thought Angelina as she looked into Taylor's big grey-blue eyes. 'this is weird,' But when Taylor's face began to creep closer, her eyes close, and Angelina's lips parted in anticipation.

Their lips were less than an inch apart when suddenly Taylor's cell phone blared. They both opened their eyes and made contact, before they both blushed and averted their gaze, embarrassed. 'That had been too strange,' Angelina thought. 'Saved by the bell." Yet her heart was beating rapidly.

Taylor got off her, and walked to the dresser to pick up her phone.

"Hello?" she answered.

It was Gail, who told her the address where Madison and Velvet were being held captive. After the call was over she turned back to Angelina.

"I know where they are," she told her, all business now, "Let's go."