The ring is set for the contract signing. A black table sits in the center, flanked by two chairs. The JWF Thunder Women's Championship gleams on the table, a symbol of the battle to come. Sovereign stands behind it, arms crossed, keeping a watchful eye.

Samantha Irvin: Introducing first, the challenger... the self-proclaimed "Center of the Universe"... TIFFANY STRATTON!

Tiffany Stratton's music hits, and the crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and boos. Dressed in her signature sparkling gear, she saunters to the ring with a smug expression. Once inside, she flips her hair, adjusts her seat, and smirks at the audience.

Samantha Irvin: And her opponent... she is the reigning and defending JWF Thunder Women's Champion... GIGI DOLIN!

Gigi's theme blares, and the crowd roars in approval. With her signature fiery confidence, Gigi strides down the ramp, the Thunder Women's Championship slung over her shoulder. She steps into the ring, placing the title on the table before sitting down, never breaking eye contact with Tiffany.

Sovereign raises his hand, silencing the buzzing crowd.

Sovereign: Ladies, I've seen too many contract signings turn into chaos. Let me make this crystal clear-any brawling tonight, and I'll cancel this match in record-Tiffy-Time. Understood?

Both women nod, though their intense glares suggest neither plans to play by Sovereign's rules.

Sovereign: Tiffany, as the challenger, you sign first.

Tiffany grabs the pen, glancing at Gigi with a smug grin.

Tiffany: Gigi, you've had a nice little run, but let's be honest-it's over. You're not championship material. You're just keeping that warm for me.

She signs the contract with an exaggerated flourish and slides it across the table. Gigi doesn't hesitate, snatching the pen and signing her name without breaking eye contact.

Gigi: Big talk for someone who hasn't proven anything yet. This title? It's mine because I've earned it. And at the match, you're going to learn the hard way that I don't let go of what's mine.

Sovereign picks up the signed contract, raising it for the crowd to see.

Sovereign: It's official. The JWF Thunder Women's Championship will-

Before he can finish, Tiffany lunges across the table, slapping Gigi hard across the face. The crowd gasps as Gigi's head snaps to the side.

Gigi doesn't hesitate, diving over the table and tackling Tiffany to the ground. Chaos erupts as the two women roll across the mat, throwing wild punches. Sovereign shouts for them to stop, but it's no use.

Gigi pins Tiffany down, hammering her with right hands. Tiffany manages to shove her off and scrambles to her feet, but Gigi is relentless, charging at her and tackling her into the corner. Tiffany's back hits the turnbuckles hard as Gigi unloads a flurry of body shots, her fists flying.

Tiffany grabs a handful of Gigi's hair, yanking her off balance. She throws Gigi to the mat and stomps on her, one foot after another, as the crowd erupts. Gigi catches Tiffany's ankle, twisting it to send her stumbling, and springs up to tackle her again.

The two roll out of the ring, crashing to the floor. Security rushes down the ramp, but the fight is already spilling into the barricades. Gigi grabs Tiffany by the hair, slamming her head into the barricade. Tiffany retaliates, clawing at Gigi's face and shoving her into the steel steps.

Sovereign: ENOUGH! YOU'RE BOTH OUT OF CONTROL!

The women ignore him, continuing to trade vicious blows. Gigi manages to grab Tiffany's arm and hurls her into the announce table. Tiffany crashes into it, but before Gigi can follow up, Tiffany grabs a water bottle from the table and hurls it at Gigi's face. The distraction gives Tiffany the opening to tackle Gigi to the ground, mounting her and delivering a series of ferocious punches.

Security finally pulls them apart, but the women continue to thrash, trying to break free. Gigi kicks at Tiffany while being held back, and Tiffany screams at Gigi, her voice shrill over the roar of the crowd.

Tiffany: THAT TITLE'S MINE, YOU HEAR ME? IT'S MINE!

Gigi shouts back, holding her championship high as security drags Tiffany up the ramp.

Gigi: COME TAKE IT, PRINCESS. I'LL BE WAITING!

The segment ends with Sovereign glaring at both women, the contract crumpled in his hand as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

...

Backstage, Cathy Kelley stands poised in the interview area as Sovereign storms into frame, his face a mask of frustration.

Cathy: Sovereign, after what we just saw during the contract signing between Tiffany Stratton and Gigi Dolin, the tension is at an all-time high. Can we get your thoughts on the situation?

Sovereign: Thoughts? Frankly, I'm pissed.

He adjusts his jacket, his voice steady but dripping with irritation.

Sovereign: I made it very clear to both of them-crystal clear-that if they threw hands, the match would be off. What did they do? They threw hands. They disrespected my authority, ignored my orders, and turned this entire thing into a circus.

Cathy leans in slightly, her brow furrowed.

Cathy: So does that mean the match is off?

Sovereign: That means I'm seriously considering canceling this match. I don't care how much buzz it's generating or how personal it's gotten. I run this show, and I don't reward blatant disrespect.

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he clenches his fists, visibly working to maintain control.

Sovereign: But you know what? Tiffany and Gigi want to act like this is a playground? Fine.

He glares into the camera, his voice growing icy and deliberate.

Sovereign: At JWF Fight Night, it'll be Tiffany Stratton versus Gigi Dolin for the Thunder Women's Championship... in a Devil's Playground match.

Cathy's eyes widen slightly as Sovereign smirks coldly, the weight of the announcement sinking in.

Sovereign: Let's see how much fun they're having when the Devil comes to play.

Sovereign storms off without another word, leaving Cathy to send the broadcast back to the ring as the stakes for Fight Night reach an entirely new level.