New Year's Eve in New York City was a staple in American culture. Razzles never thought she'd see it. But, her charming attitude and endearing personality had helped her make a friend in a high place in staple of Tag Team Divisions all across wrestling: SILK. Extravagant and over the top, SILK's private jet had whisked the two away, assuring that a downtrodden Razzles wouldn't be alone. Bundled up in layers to shake off the bitter cold, she shudders as her hands remain in her pockets, bags of candy from the M&Ms and Hershey's stores handles going in as well and pressing awkwardly against her hips. The two are in Times Square, sight of the famous tradition of the ball dropping. Yet with the excitement buzzing through the air to welcome 2020, Razzles' usual smile is replaced with a frown. SILK takes notice.

SILK: "Hey, Rach. What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy. We cleaned out the M&M's store."

She smiled weakly, feeling bad to have made him worry.

RAZZLES MARS: "Sorry. This is all positively lovely. It's so much more than I could've ever dreamed it to be! It's just-"

SILK reads her expression like a book.

SILK: "You got your mind on Dr. Evil and Mini-Me?"

She laughed at his nicknames for Carnivore and Estrella. Nodding solemnly.

RAZZLES MARS: "Mostly Mini-Me. I just never thought 2019 would be like this. I didn't think I'd get to America, which I did. I didn't think I'd make wonderful mates, nor bitter rivals."

SILK: "I didn't think you'd make rivals either, Rach. But, some people are just so bitter and hateful that they hate to see others happy. They know they won't have it, so they gotta lash out at what makes 'em hurt so bad. It's not your fault."

RAZZLES MARS: "I suppose you're right. It doesn't make it any easier to take, though. She thinks I'm a loser. Carnivore lost my championship and I couldn't stop him, so maybe she's right. Either way, I'm still without, and the worst possible option has the gold."

SILK: "You're without for a little bit, anyway. You know A-Dub loves bookin' the two of you against each other."

She frowned, nodding. She'd wanted so badly to be friends with Estrella, before the lead pipe. Before she showed her true colours. Constantly revisiting those bitter feelings wasn't easy. Leaving empty-handed crushed her spirit and broke her heart, time after time. SILK pulls Razzles into his side, letting her bury her pink-haired head there.

SILK: "Nothin' worth having ever is easy, Rach. But, you gotta know how sweet it'll be to finally shut four feet of papi issues up."

RAZZLES MARS: "I just didn't want it to come to that. I'd love if we could have a competitive match, raise one another's hand after the bell rings, and just respect one another's existences. But she hasn't given me the choice. I don't want to be malicious or cruel to her, but I fear she's not giving me much of a choice."

SILK: "Honestly? It's probably for the best."

She turned her large, green eyes up in his direction. Glancing at him with a little bit of disbelief. His hand on her shoulder waves, as the other is full of bags.

SILK: "All I'm sayin is... the little dog barks, but when the big dog snaps? The little dog shuts up. You burn your hand on a stove once, you never do it again. Sometimes, people need to experience the downside of somethin' they're doing before they learn not to do it. You may not like it, but you're now in a spot as a CHALLENGER for the TV title. That doesn't just mean you challenge Estrella. It means you challenge yourself to bring out something she's never seen before, that she can't plan against, and you do what you gotta do to get the gold outta her slimy little hands. And given that she's the wolf in sheep's clothing? It couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

Razzles smiles softly. Her mind wandering. The countdown begins.