Utterly Ruthless and Madley Resentful

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It wasn't uncommon for the younger, usually more desperate rookies in the business to do something drastic to try and put themselves on the map in the wrestling world. Most naive wrestlers like that go on to do something they regret. They have a learning experience that they look back on later, usually with dismay. Not Ruth, though. Not in the slightest. Kat made the mistake of thinking it was her status at LAW, alone that drew this assailant to her. She made the mistake of trying to connect to Madley like she could be talked to and reasoned with. Picofalena had come across much more endearing on social media. Sure, she talked trash to The Super Kitty but it wasn't anything like the venom and malice that Kat was experiencing here! Ruth didn't have to contemplate Hart's act of kindness for even a second! She gladly accepted Kat's help up if it meant the chance to gouge the legendary luchadora's eyes out!

With Kat blinded and subsequently nailed in the head with her own title yet again, she was vulnerable- easy pickings for Ruth! And Ruth couldn't have been happier about it! The ruthless middleweight dragged the bigger gal over across the asphalt, lugging Kat whilst barefoot to force the masked woman up against a car! Kat's eyes fluttered as Ruth forced her up to a standing position by tugging her by the hair! She was forced to make eye contact with this foe as Ruth cupped her face with her hand!

"Yeah...? My fault, huh?" Kat responded in her woozy state. She oversold it a bit. In truth, Kat was still connecting the dots. The way Pico stared into her eyes. The way she relished in the idea of specifically destroying LAW's own Katherine Hart, specifically Katherine Hart. It made her come to the realization this wasn't a hit put out by another wrestler or a simple bid for stardom. Whatever this grudge was, it was deeply personal. And as Kat came to that realization, Picofalena picked her up into a Fireman's Carry and walked the heavyweight over to the trunk of the sedan they were next to!

"GAH...!" Kat sputtered and coughed, gasping breathlessly and loudly as she was Samoan Dropped onto the trunk of the car! The impact had her fall off the trunk shortly thereafter! Kat would writhe in pain on the hard concrete ground of the parking lot! She arched her spine and placed a hand on the small of her back as she rolled onto her stomach in sheer anguish! Her cry of pain was louder than the thud of her being dropped onto the back of the vehicle! There was a visible, deep dent on the trunk of the car where Pico had dropped her! After several seconds of writhing, Kat would look up at Pico. With her masked face still grimacing and twisted with anguish, she'd not keep quiet!

"My fault?! My fault that you found time to debut as a fake interviewer before you debuted as a LAW wrestler?! Tch-" Hart would scoff as she crawled towards another car. She'd look to use the front bumper and hood as leverage, placing her hand on it to try and pull herself up.

"Crappy interview, by the way. You didn't even get my good side..." She chuckled, knowing it would piss Pico off!

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Oh, this was deeply personal. Deeply. The two had only ever seen each other in passing before, yet there wasn't a person that Ruth hated more in the world than Katherine Hart, without a doubt. And there was nothing that could erase that anger, that hatred, as Kat may have already learned, until the luchador was put out of commission for good. Preferably in a hospital bed, sipping food through a straw and left completely immobile, but with a TV always playing. Playing the greatest hits of the wrestler who was and had always been better than her: Picofalena.

And that Samoan Drop was only the beginning, tough enough to dent metal and yet Ruth was faaaar from done. As Kat cried and rolled around on the asphalt of the parking lot, the upstart opened up the messed up trunk of the sudan, being mostly empty, save for a few special things that Ruth packed just for this.

As Hart would struggle to climb up the hood of a nearby car, Pico pulled out and dropped down a tire iron, a tool that would hurt far more than the gold that splattered across the champ's face just moments ago. But she wasn't using it, not right now. Instead, another item took up Pico's interest, a mask, with wide, tinted goggles on it, along with pink brushes of hair sticking out above them. Maybe Kat would recognize this, as Ruth tugged the mask on, and turned her attention back to Kat.

"Oh, you're real funny. Here, let me get your good side." She snarled, approaching the struggling champion and grabbing ahold of her head. How convenient that she was leaning up against another car, because that'd be the perfect object to smash Kat's face against, Pico now deciding to repeatedly bash the blonde's face down onto that hood, each slam more mean and hard than the last. There had to be at least a dozen slams, before Pico finally yanked the SWAT Cat away and tossed her hard down back towards Ruth's sudan. As much as she wanted to turn her face into a broken mess, there was something even more tempting than a crushed face to inflict onto Katherine.

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One way or another, Katherine Hart was having the name Picofalena drilled into her. If only it didn't have to be done so literally. If only Pico hadn't up and decided that ending The Super Kitty's livelihood wasn't just the greatest career path for her, but the only way to give her wrestling career the shine it deserved. To the point where Pico didn't even care about denting her own car as long as she was able to inflict bodily harm to Kat!

"Nnngh..." Kat would groan as she managed to steady herself on one foot. She had heard the sound of the metal tire iron meeting the pavement. She knew it wasn't good. But who was she to let Pico feel like she had one up on her? No matter how badly she was hurt, no matter how relentless Pico's pursuits to end her career were, Katherine Hart was still The Super Kitty, emphasis on super. If Pico wanted fear, regret, surrender from Kat, she wasn't getting it. At least not if Kat had anything to say about it! When she turned her head to see Ruth now wearing the mask from her wrestling attire, contrasting the formal suit she was wearing as an interviewer, Kat began to recognize her.

The barefoot vixen approached slowly before grabbing the champ by her masked head! Pico threw Kat face-first into the hood of the sedan! The impact echoed out but Pico did not stop! She slammed Kat into the car hood over and over! Each sound reverberated louder than the last! Without the sound of Kat grunting in pain, it would sound like heavy-duty construction was being done on the 4th floor of the LAW parking garage!

"Agh...cough" Kat would sputter when Pico finally stopped! Trickles and drops of blood were spilled onto the car. Ruth held her there a moment as blood dripped down Kat's forehead and face behind the mask. Red stains formed on The Super Kitty's purple mask. And before damage could be further surveyed, Ruth tossed her callously to the side, back towards her car, seemingly with something else in mind.

If it wasn't obvious before that this assault was premeditated, the tire iron and Ruth's dented car in the lot were dead giveaways. Kat was bloodied on her front on the pavement, maybe three or four feet from Madley's car. Yet still, after hacking and wheezing for several seconds, she tried to ball her fist and press it against the asphalt to rise! The famed luchadora would wipe some of the blood off her own face as she tried to get on all fours!

"Is...is the crappy bug mask my fault, too...? Cause I'm not taking credit for that hot mess on your face!"

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Crappy bug mask, huh? Was Kat really in a position to call someone's appearance 'crappy' when her mask was stained with blood, currently? Regardless, Pico wasn't going to tolerate that disrespect, that heart of Kat's that was hanging on somehow, even when it was clear that her pain wasn't stopping anytime soon, and if the red stains on her mask were any indication, that damage had already been done.

In Ruth's mind, she would want Kat to beg for her suffering to end, for that brave and never give up attitude would dissipate as she was beaten up like she had never been beaten up before. But so far, that just wasn't the case. It was a bit frustrating, but it just meant that she hadn't done enough yet. She hadn't really hurt her yet. Oh, she'd get hurt alright, but first, she needed to pay for those comments about her mask...

"You're one to talk about crappy looks. Have you seen yourself right about now?" She sneered, her hands clutching Kat by the jaw and slowly lifting her head up, so that her eyes could meet Pico's... and be able to see that head crashing towards hers for a brutal headbutt. Followed up by her getting tossed down onto her back and her attacker mounting her. And with that, a rain of punches began to pour down onto the SWAT Cat's face. Similar to the beating that Kat received on the car hood, her face was treated to a barrage of blows, lefts and rights crashing against her cheeks, nose, eyes, jaw... Picofalena usually tried to keep herself clean, but she had no issue getting herself dirty in this situation, with Kat's blood staining her knuckles and even the button-up top she was wearing.

One may have lost count on the amount of punches battering the champ before Ruth eventually rolled off, shaking her hands some to get some of the blood off and ease the soreness in her knuckles, before reaching back into the trunk of her car to gather the rest of her gear, putting it on to give Kat, if she was still conscious, a full look at just who Picofalena is.

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It is often said that you could learn more about a person from fighting them. And as Ruth got her licks in, Kat was learning everything she needed to know about the villainous vixen. Ruth hated her on a deep, personal level. Of course, Picofalena hated the woman known as Katherine Hart, but the two had never had a conversation with each other, let alone seen one another in passing. Pico hated Kat's reputation, her accomplishments, the wrestler that she was, the legacy that she had etched into LAW and into pro wrestling as a whole both in and out of the ring.....but as Ruth assaulted the mighty luchadora with groin attacks, weapons, titles belts and so forth, Turn was learning to hate Katherine's resolve. That never say die attitude, her ability to be witty and talkative in spite of whatever physical harm was coming her way. Ruth came here tonight with the sole aim of breaking Katherine Hart both physically and mentally, and as Kat looked into Ruth's eye, she could see Ruth's passionate anger and hatred continue to swell. Pico's dissatisfaction with only making some headway on one of those two fronts!

As Ruth cupped Kat's jaw and made it clear that Kat was a sight for sore eyes, The Super Kitty found it within herself to try and get on one knee and answer that question!

"Y-Yeah...and I'd recognize myself no matter what you do, anybody would. But I don't think any fan or promoter would recognize you-" That short blurb would be cut short by a stiff headbutt from the masked woman who held her in place! Pico wasn't hearing it. If anything, it only angered her further! The force of the headbutt had Kat groan in pain and displeasure. She already disliked Madley's mask. Getting that close and personal with it only further added insult to injury! The blow did not knock her backward but a shove from Pico had The Super Kitty laid out on her back looking anything but super!

Her aggressor did not hesitate to mount her. Within seconds, Ruth was straddled atop a splayed-out Katherine! The masked middleweight parked her rear on top of Kat's chiseled abs. She stretched the fabric of her button-down and her business attire as she reached forward over Kat's voluminous bosom to get a good angle of the blonde beauty's masked head! Pico would pepper Hart's face with a barrage of punches! Kat's face would snap to and fro, left and right with each hook Pico threw at her! At this point, she lacked the faculties to even raise her arms to defend herself! Needless to say that when Ruth finally stopped straddling her, when Pico had finally gotten in enough swings to make her own hands sore, Kat was dazed and in a heap on the pavement!

The luchadora's eyes would be glazed over! The lights of the parking lot area accentuated her toned, battered, curvaceous form as Pico got fully changed! The feeling of the fully costumed woman's shadow looming over her would rouse Hart from her daze! She'd very slowly lift her head to see Picofalena in her full gear! For a moment Kat looked with an expression of awe. The outfit was quite captivating. But that expression soon turned to one of anger!

"Heh.... " Kat coughed as she struggled to try and sit up! The Super Kitty wiped the trickles of sweat and blood from her brow. She coughed as she tried to get more words out.

"You could have just asked for a match. You could have been so much more than just another bitter, undeserving rookie....as long as I draw breath I swear I'll keep wrestling and I'll keep putting pretenders like you in their place!!!" Hart would roar, despite her staggering, hurt state of being! Her breaths were heavy. She would take practically forever to try and rise if Pico gave her the time! There was no quit in her spirit! But it seemed that any moment now, her body may soon quit on her!

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Ruth's fists were red by the time she was done pounding against Kat's face, and while that level of brutality was usually beneath her, in this case... it felt right. It felt good to spill her rival's blood and soak it against her knuckles, stain her button-up, to hurt and wound Kat so badly that her blood was splattering against her. A smirk had even crossed Pico's face during the ground and pound, as a last drop even jumped up and splashed against her cheek, feeling it slowly run down her tanned skin.

But while she could beat her down here until the blonde's entire face was covered in red, that wasn't apart of her plan. Ending the career, or even life, of Kat wasn't her priority. What was her priority was sending a message, one that she would never, ever forget, and that the fans would remember her for for the rest of her life.

And after Picofalena finished putting on her outfit, letting the dazed wrestler revel in her glory, she began to speak once more, insulting her even further, and that ticked off the 'rookie'. How could she just KEEP TALKING even after having her brains beat in? Ruth didn't even justify those words with a response, merely lifting up that tire iron she brought and bashing it against Kat's face. That wasn't what she intended to use it for, but... well, maybe that hit would do her some good and teach her to shut her trap.

At least for a little bit, because the newbie on the scene wanted to hear her reaction for what was to come next.

Grabbing onto the foot of Kat, she forcefully dragged the dead-weight wrestler back over to her car, by the trunk, and positioned that foot and ankle to lay right inside of it. Positioned perfectly for Pico to then grab onto the trunk door, still hanging high above.... and THRUST it down, throwing it down with all of her might, right onto Kat's ankle!

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Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, Kat remained defiant. A younger Kat or a less experienced wrestler or name wouldn't have pushed the envelope this much. At any point, Kat could have given Pico what she wanted. She could have shut up and taken her lumps. She could have given Pico what she wanted. She could have let Madley have her way. She could have stayed down. But she didn't. At least got as long as she could help it, the legendary luchadora pushed herself up and made her intentions quite clear!

"Huff....huff..." Kat breathed heavily as struggled and staggered her way up to her knees. The parking lot was still empty, save for the two of them. Hart watched drops of her own blood drip off her own mask and off of Ruth's fists. The visible anger on Ruth's face made it easy to push her buttons. Kat's injuries would heal eventually, but nothing would heal the wounds afflicted to Picofalena's pride when couldn't get what she wanted. She couldn't subjugate or intimidate Kat. Pico couldn't break the spirit of the will of the big-name wrestler that she had come to hate!

All those things remained true, up until Kat's blue eyes widened with surprise and just a tinge of doubt! She reached forward as she saw Ruth go for the tire iron. But in her state of brokenness and disarray, there was little she could do to stop her aggressor. In a quick motion, Ruth closed the gap! She took the metal took to Kat's face with a decisive blow! Kat wordlessly fell onto her side! For her, everything went black. There was no talking back, no pushback she could muster. The lights coming down from the ceiling accentuated her defined hip and waist as she laid there unconscious at Ruth's feet!

Finally, Ruth could soak in the silence of having gotten the better of the famed Katherine Hart, albeit by jumping her. Kat could offer no resistance. She was completely limp when Ruth dragged her across the smoothed cement and over to her car. The next thing she knew and the next sensation she felt was that Pico forcefully and violently slamming the cover for the trunk of her car onto Kat's ankle! Instantly, the pain would wake Kat! She'd cry out in agony and roll away several rotations! With both hands, the blonde beauty would hold her foot and ankle! She bent her leg and assumed something akin to a fetal position as she shouted and shuddered in pain! Kat began to hyperventilate! A scowl formed on her face!

"P-Pico...you better hope you finish the job....because if you don't....I will..." Kat struggled to speak through the pain and through her tears. She looked up at Ruth with fire and contempt in her eyes in her pained expression!

Once again she was reminded that more than anything, this beatdown was extremely personal for Ruth Madley. And now that her career and livelihood were threatened, it was just as personal, impassioned, and hateful for Kat as it was for Picofalena!

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Kat's resilience was indeed annoying Picofalena, who wanted nothing more than to hear the begs of the woman beneath her, or at least silence. But instead, somehow, she always found a way to get a little line in there. A line, a sentence that told her that there was still fight and arrogance left in the SWAT Cat. Each one of them infuriated Ruth, with that last little comment driving her over the edge and leading her to bashing that tire iron right between the eyes of Kat. A potentially deadly act, and Ruth didn't care. As long as she just shut up.

And she did. Kat was left unconscious at her feet, no retort to give, no twinkle in her eye. Ruth had effectively made her shut up, but she suspected it wouldn't last long. Not with what Pico had in mind.

Grabbing onto the foot of Kat, she dragged her back to the back of her car, hoisting that very foot up so that it laid halfway inside of the trunk with the door hovering overhead. And with that foot in position, Ruth had no issue in attempting to slam the trunk door 'shut' right atop of Kat's ankle, leading to the awakening of the SWAT Cat, and much to Pico's delight, her cries and screams of agony.

Who knew if the ankle of Kat was broken or not, if she would ever walk on it, it just caused Picofalena to laugh at Kat, at her pain, and even the blonde practically blubbered out her little threat, the attacker rolled her eyes and spun her tire iron in her hand.

"No witty retort? Good. Because there is nothing funny about this, or what I'm going to do to you. I am going to finish this, Katherine, and no shoulder to cry on is gonna make it better." Ruth made her point brutally clear, before yanking on the injured leg of Kat's, dragging it out from the fetal-like position and exposing it, just to begin swinging that tire iron down onto it. Bashing the metal tool down onto her already hurt ankle over and over again. About 6 or so blows before the weapon was put down and Ruth went to put the exclamation point on the assault.

Grabbing onto Hart's arm next, she hooked her leg around it, and pinned it to the ground while pushing the blonde over onto her chest. A position likely familiar to a member of the SWAT Cats, it was their signature submission shared by them all, the Tequila Sunrise. Grabbing onto that injured ankle, Ruth yanked back on it with all her might, before hooking the tire iron on her foot and using the blunt object to pull back even further, locking in the devastating submission on Katherine.

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Just a moment ago, Katherine Hart was beaten down to the point of semiconscious and in a daze just a moment ago. The odd lull was induced by pain at the hands of Picofalena. And when Madley violently slammed the hood of her car's trunk onto Katherine's leg, she immediately snapped back to reality, about as violently and as quickly as Pico had snapped her ankle!

There was no quip, no witty retort like Pico had asked about. Her masked assailant made it painfully clear that there was no sense of competition here, let alone sportsmanship. This was not an effort to secure an advantage over Kat in an upcoming wrestling match, this was barely an effort to set the world-renowned Super Kitty back a notch or two out of spite. No, this was malice incarnate. Pico wanted to end Katherine's career. This girl wanted the inaugural tag champ in a wheelchair. As Kat gripped her own leg in pain, as she winced and grimaced, the luchadora became quite serious. And that seriousness bred productivity in the form of perception. Right away, she took in everything around her. Kat took in Pico's words.

The girl grabbed the tire iron and bashed Kat's hurt limb over and over again. Kat let out cries of pain each time. She tried as best as she could to block the blows with her hands and arms. In the brief moment between Pico discarding the weapon and her attempting the hold, Kat's pained, labored, anguish breathing steadied. She spoke up in a much more serious and pained tone than she had spoken with all evening.

"Nah...no jokes. No witty remark. Just the truth. Hear me out...." Kat lifted her palm. She had a good idea of what was coming. Ruth intended to finish her off and conclude this mugging. Kat knew that Ruth wouldn't pass up the chance to hear Kat beg and plead. To hear The Legendary Luchadora Katherine Hart beg for mercy. She knew that's what Ruth wanted. And should Madley hear her out, she would get the exact opposite!

"You're getting a high on this, aren't you? You're feeling strong. Powerful, assertive, dominant. You're finally taking it to a woman that's been holding you back for years. That's what you think, right?" Kat nodded as she looked up at Pico. Blood and tears streamed down her mask, face, and blonde hair

"Look at you...take a good look at yourself for a second. You put on a cheap, polyester suit that you probably got from the store yesterday. You bought $15 dollar heels that you clearly can't walk in from the bargain bin at the mall. You drove your beater of a used car from 15 years ago into this lot at your job. And for what? So that you could jump a woman you've never talked to when she was all alone? To low blow her, break her leg? End her career? End me?!"

"Ruth, you are barefoot on the asphalt of a parking lot at your job. You're in tattered clothes with my blood on your knuckles and my title belt in your hands. The only thing you've proven today....the only exclamation point you've written..... is that you're obsessed. You're unhinged."

"You thought you were gonna beat the life out of me and get the satisfaction of me begging you for mercy? Tomorrow I'll still be Katherine Hart. I'll still be loved by millions of fans around the world. And weeks later when we finally settle this in the ring and I BEAT you...you'll still be the crazy lady that jumped me because you were jealous of me...."

"Do your worst...."

Kat knew Pico had something in mind. She winced with one eye open. Her breaths sounded winded. Her heavy chest heaved with each inhale. Ruth had no difficulty seizing her by the arm and turning her over. In an instant, Kat had gone from being on all fours to being pushed down into a prone position! Madley tied up her arm and her leg into a rather familiar hold! Kat let out a large grunt of surprise and anger as Picofalena locked her into The SWAT Cats shared submission finisher! The one they won the titles with! The Tequila Sunrise, or as the Cats called it, the KCM!

"AGH..!!!" Kat's voice echoed loudly through the empty parking lot. This grunt was certainly loud enough to attract attention, even from far away! Kat began to flail and struggle. She put both hands over her head for a moment and writhed before trying to crawl wildly. To get any sort of reprieve or relief from this pressure! But Pico did not let up! After just a couple of seconds, her masked aggressor added the tire iron to the mix, applying the hold with the weapon pressed against Kat's lower leg for maximum damage! Kat's face twisted and contorted with pain! She whimpered desperately as she tried to hang in there! After 15 seconds or so, Pico managed to pull back further! Kat's hand went up as she seemed to be on the verge of tapping! Of giving Pico the satisfaction of a symbolic victory!

Kat's hand came down to the asphalt! For a moment it seems like she had tapped to Pico! But a closer inspection would reveal that The Super Kitty had instead gone completely limp just as she was about to tap out!

Pico would have free reign for now. The state of affairs she would leave the famed Katherine Hart in was hers to decide.

The security cameras, of course, picked up everything. News of this beatdown would spread. And the one thing that was certain was that after the shameful and violent display from Pico today, these two would have to meet again in a LAW sanctioned competition. in a LAW ring....

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Picofalena had all the control in this current situation. She decided if Katherine could speak, if she remained conscious, if she was allowed to walk out of this with a functioning leg. And when Kat stopped her to get in what she had to say, Picofalena allowed that, not sure if she was to beg for mercy or not, but figuring she might as well allow the pitiful woman say her last words before her career was ended at the hands of her assailant.

And the more Katherine spoke, the angrier Ruth got. She wasn't begging, she instead used the opportunity to speak Pico so gracefully allowed her to insult her, to speak down on her, and say that, in the end, she would remain Katherine Hart, beloved by many, and that Ruth herself would remain a 'crazy lady', something that she scoffed to. "Oh, tearful speech there, Kat. But here's a little knowledge bomb for you." She began to speak herself, stomping down onto that injured ankle and grinding her sole against it. Broken, dislocated, it didn't matter to her, just as long as it wasn't functioning correctly and the pain was unbearable for the SWAT Cat.

"At the end of this, you won't be anybody. You'll be a washed up, retired has-been. There isn't going to be some grand match between us where you can fight to get your revenge. Don't you see? This is the END of Katherine Hart. And it'll be the end of the SWAT Cats, once I do the very same to your little friends. Then what will you have? You'll have the memories of being tag champs for... what, a week? You'd have good runs, but fans, they forget so easily. Especially when your replacement, ME, is just oh so captivating."

"Take a good look at me, Kat. There's no fairytale ending for you. This is the start of something even better in LAW, and it starts without you." And with that, Picofalena went to lock in the Tequila Sunrise, stretching back that injured leg, and soon adding the tire iron to the mix, testing the limits of Katherine's flexibility. Each wrench of the hold forced her limb further back, until soon enough, her body was in a C-shape, toes nearly touching her head to make it an O, and Ruth could hear the bones in Kat's leg strain and crack.

And just when it seemed that the SWAT Cat was to tap... her body gave out. It was the ultimate tease. Followed up by a sudden interference of security, guards dressed in black yelling at Ruth to stop, to step away from the unconscious champion. Yet none of them dared try to get close, in fear of getting hit by that tire iron. Finally releasing the hold on Kat's leg, Pico stood over her body, and for a few moments, she looked down at the back of the blonde's skull. A finger hooked on her masked and tugged it up, just a bit as though to reveal it, and in those few moments, she contemplated the ultimate career ender.

A tire iron to the face? Painful, could break a nose, knock loose some teeth. But to the back of her head, the skull? Now, breaking that could be deadly. And Kat's words repeated over and over in Ruth's head. 'Do your worst.' Oh, she could do her worst. alright...

But she didn't. Dropping the tire iron, Ruth backed away, with a final stomp to that injured ankle, before walking off. She wasn't that unhinged now... besides, it'd be all the better for Kat to sit in her hospital bed, and watch Picofalena take LAW by storm, and know that she was the first stepping stone in the great career of the woman's.

Meanwhile, by now, EMTs and security went right to tending to Katherine. Was her career over? Only time would tell. But the message caught on camera was crystal clear.

Ruth Madley had arrived.