The matchup between Alex Del Monacco and Brycee Adams found two women moving in opposite directions. Adams, the tattooed screaming banshee had spent months in the ACW doghouse after management tired of her unpredictable behavior and excuses. She had been suspended and seemed headed on her way out of the promotion. Having been given a reprieve and having won seven straight matches, she seemed to be back on firm ground. Del Monacco, the ACW champion, had met with consistent success, toppling Daniella Cartier to gain the title belt and defeating all comers in defense of her title. With her success, however, there seemed to be a glaring lack of respect for her accomplishments. “It’s unbelievable,” she said. “I guess when you’re on top, no one wants to give you credit. I’ve got this goofy chick in the ACW Yahoo Group calling me out and talking trash about me, and all I’ve done is win match after match. Give me a break.” For Adams, a victory would be the culmination of one of the biggest comebacks in apartment wrestling history, but a loss would end her winning streak and keep her on the fringes of the release list.
Adams went on the offensive, grabbing the champion by the throat and slamming her to the couch. She choked the blonde bombshell while using her right foot to stomp and Alex’s exposed thigh.

Brycee attempted one stomp too many and the champion was well-prepared. Alex reached out her hand, grabbing the challenger and flipping her to the ground. Quick as a cat, she was on the bigger Adams, wrenching her tattooed arms behind her and stomping viciously on the middle of Brycee’s back. Adams, stunned by how quickly the champion had turned the tables could not offer a counter and could only scream in agony as a smiling Del Monacco slowly and deliberately pulled back on her arms while keeping a foot in the small of Adam’s back.
Alex, looking like a quick victory was in a near certainty but figuring she needed to make a statement to quiet her critics, lifted Adams off of the ground and then slammed her down on her ample breasts, yelling at her to get up and fight. “I’m tired of hearing how I don’t fight any real competition. Bring something bitch.”