Early in the show, Ivory strode purposefully to the ring and picked up the microphone. She was accompanied by Steven Richards, who was walking very gingerly and had a Band-Aid covering a cut on his forehead.

"Last night, a young woman claiming to be called Angel launched a brutal and unprovoked attack on our cherished leader, Steven Richards. Tonight, I’d like to see how she’d go in a fair, one on one match. The Right To Censor deserves, no, demands respect and…"

Lita’s music hit, cutting her off, and Lita and Angel appeared. They were dressed similarly in baggy black pants, with Lita in a multicolored crop top and Angel in a blue bikini top. Lita was holding a microphone.

"Last night, Steven Richards got what he’d had coming for a very long time, and it makes me proud that my cousin, a woman, could be the one to do it. That’s a woman to be proud of, right, Ivory?"

"Proud?" Ivory cried. "You ladies walk out here looking like that and you’re proud?"

Lita and Angel looked at each other, then back at Ivory and nodded. "Yeah, we’re proud of how we look. And I think a lot of people here like it too."

A huge cheer rung out, followed by a chorus of, "Lita! Lita!"

Ivory was unimpressed. "They’re not cheering because they’re proud of you; they don’t even respect you. They’re cheering because you look like a couple of prostitutes." Another huge cheer. "You shouldn’t cheer that. Would you be cheering if they were your daughters out here dressed like that? How about your wives?" Another cheer. Ivory scowled, knowing she wasn’t going to change their minds tonight. "Someday we will make you all moral. But for tonight we’ll start with Lita’s scantily clad cousin. Miss Angel, do you accept?"

"While I don’t doubt Angel could kick your ass, Ivory," Lita started. "She hasn’t had any training and so would be at a disadvantage."

"Is she afraid she’ll learn something, Lita? Is she afraid we’ll teach her to fight the good fight?"

"As far as I know, Angel’s not afraid of anything, especially not a whiney little bitch like you, Ivory. If you still want a fight, I’d be glad to step in."

"Well then, Lita. It looks like tonight, the morality starts with you."

Lita and Angel ran down towards the ring. Lita climbed in and Angel walked around the floor to where she could see Steven. She pointed at him.

"I’m watching you, asshole."

He glared back.

Angel was true to her word and when Steven tried to interfere by tripping Lita from outside the ring, Angel was there, pulling him off balance and getting in a few punches before disappearing as the ref came over to reprimand Steven for interfering.

Back in Lita’s corner, Angel climbed up onto the apron and started clapping. The crowd joined in with her. After scoring a knockdown on Lita, Ivory spotted Angel and raced over to her. Angel was ready with a few punches of her own before the ref stepped in and separated them.

"Get down," he ordered Angel.

"But she started it…"

"Get down or I’ll call you for interference."

"Bye-bye," Ivory gloated as Angel climbed down to the floor.

Fuming, she went in search of Steven. She turned the corner and – DING! She was down for the count. Steven had hit her with the ring bell.

Back in the ring, Ivory was in charge of the match, until Chyna came strolling down the ramp. She accepted Ivory’s challenge for the Royal Rumble match and distracted her long enough for Lita to hit the Twist of Fate and scored the pinfall. As the ref raised her hand she looked for her cousin.

"Hey Ange, did you see that? Ange?" She finally looked outside the ring and found Angel facedown and unmoving. She jumped down and shook her cousin but got no response. "Hey, I need a paramedic here!" she cried. She rolled Angel over and found that her face was covered in blood. "Help! I need some help here!"