Gigi stands tall, clutching her title as Kayden Carter and Britt Baker lie defeated in the ring. She smiles, knowing she's overcome two tough challengers and remains the queen of JWF Thunder. But as Gigi celebrates, she gets interrupted, just like last time. But the theme song is different. It's-

IT'S TIFFY TIME!

The crowd's energy shifts as Tiffany Stratton's theme song blares through the arena, the sound unmistakable. Gigi freezes on the turnbuckle, her celebration cut short as she slowly turns toward the entrance ramp. The fans, still buzzing from Gigi's victory, now shift their attention to the blonde bombshell stepping out onto the stage. Tiffany Stratton, dressed in her signature sparkly gear, struts down the ramp with a confident smirk on her face, she has her eyes locked on Gigi, and there's no mistaking her intentions.

The crowd erupts with a mix of boos and cheers as Tiffany makes her way to the ring, microphone in hand. She climbs the steps and steps through the ropes, her eyes never leaving Gigi, who now stands in the middle of the ring, clutching her championship close to her chest.

Tiffany: I think it's about time I chose whose Championship I'm gonna take! And sorry, Gigi. It's yours.

The crowd erupts in mixed reactions as Tiffany Stratton stands on the ramp, her eyes laser-focused on Gigi Dolin. Gigi stands in the center of the ring, holding her Thunder Women's Championship tightly. Her expression hardens as she watches Tiffany saunter down to the ring with a smirk plastered across her face.

Tiffany pauses, flipping her hair before speaking again.

Tiffany: See, two weeks ago at Lady of the Ring, I won my debut match. And good ol' Jack McMahon gave the victor a guaranteed Championship match, anytime, anywhere. I've been thinking long and hard about it, and Gigi, it's you.

The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Tiffany steps into the ring, staring down the Thunder Women's Champion.

Gigi's lips curl into a slight grin, though the intensity in her eyes never fades.

Gigi: You got handed an opportunity, Tiffany. That's cute. But stepping in this ring, facing me for this? That's a whole different world. You think you're ready to carry this division? I don't think so.

Tiffany: Oh, I'm not just ready. I'm destined to carry this division. You're just holding my title. But don't worry, Gigi, I'll take real good care of it when I beat you.

Tiffany's confidence is palpable, but Gigi steps forward, getting in her face.

Gigi: You want this title? You'll have to rip it from me. And trust me, Tiffy Time? It's gonna end real quick.

The tension between them is undeniable as they stand nose-to-nose, neither backing down. Tiffany slowly backs up with a smirk, clearly pleased with getting under Gigi's skin.

Tiffany: I'll see you real soon, Champ.

As Tiffany turns to leave the ring, Gigi's patience snaps. Without warning, she charges at Tiffany, driving a forearm into her back, causing her to stumble forward onto the apron. The crowd erupts as Gigi grabs Tiffany by the hair, yanking her back into the ring with fury etched across her face. Tiffany tries to scramble away, but Gigi's relentless attack is too fast. She rains down strikes, hammering Tiffany with clubbing blows to the back and shoulders.

Gigi: You want this title so bad, huh? Well you're never gonna have it!

Tiffany writhes under the assault, but Gigi drags her to her feet, whipping her into the corner. Gigi charges in, connecting with a vicious running elbow to Tiffany's jaw. Tiffany slumps against the turnbuckles, dazed. Gigi's not done, though. She grabs Tiffany by the arm, pulling her toward the center of the ring and setting her up for a suplex.

Just as Gigi lifts Tiffany up, Tiffany shifts her weight in mid-air, landing behind Gigi. Gigi spins around, but Tiffany is ready, unleashing a lightning-fast kick to Gigi's midsection. The impact doubles Gigi over, and Tiffany quickly follows up with a hard slap across Gigi's face, the sound echoing through the arena.

Tiffany: You wanna start something? Fine!

With Gigi momentarily stunned, Tiffany bounces off the ropes, gaining momentum, and drives a high knee straight into Gigi's face, sending her crashing to the mat. Tiffany doesn't waste any time, her eyes full of fire now, as she stands over Gigi, glaring down at the fallen champion.

Tiffany lifts Gigi by the head, setting her up for her finishing move. In one swift motion, she plants Gigi into the mat with an explosive spinebuster before hitting a picture-perfect Prettiest Moonsault Ever, leaving the Thunder Women's Champion lying motionless in the ring.

Tiffany grabs the unconscious Champion by her hair, an arrogant sneer on the Center of The Universe's face.

Tiffany: It's my time, Gigi. You better believe it.

The crowd is left in shock as Tiffany stands tall, raising her arms over the unconscious Gigi Dolin. The arena buzzes with the realization that Tiffany Stratton has just made her mark in the division, sending a clear message to the champion.