CBWL – Gas South Arena
Produced Segment 1: Opening – Taylor Swift
Runtime: ~6:30 (including extra “Locomotion” bit)
Production Notes: Heavy white/gold pyro from the stage. Big screens run clean Sterling Marlin tribute graphic. House lights stay down. Taylor enters in the tight white latex jumpsuit with “DRIVE ME STERLING” across the ass. Spotlight follows her deliberate walk. Camera stays tight on the text as she turns. After her initial lines, Freddie gets the note from Cowboy through the headset and relays it to her on the fly.
Freddie Benson (nervous, trying way too hard to sound like a serious play-by-play guy, voice cracking slightly): “W-welcome back to CBWL Friday Night Filth, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Freddie Benson, and joining me as always are Chelsea Handler and Sofia Vergara. What a night we have in store… or at least, what we think we have in store, because, uh… there’s no ring. There is literally no ring in the building right now.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, already annoyed): “Oh my god, Freddie. You sound like you’re announcing a spelling bee at a middle school. Relax. And yes, there’s no ring. The big strong men in the back apparently couldn’t figure out how to get one here. Shocking.”
Sofia Vergara (thick, exaggerated accent, sweet but horny tone): “Ay, pobrecito Freddie… you sound so nervous. Is this your first time seeing a woman in latex? Because she looks delicious in that little white thing, no?”
Freddie Benson (flustered, trying to stay professional): “I— I’m just trying to call the action, Sofia. Taylor Swift is making her way down to the… well, the circle. The spray-painted circle on the floor where the ring was supposed to be. She’s wearing a very… form-fitting white latex jumpsuit with a very specific message on the back.”
Chelsea Handler (cackling): “‘DRIVE ME STERLING.’ On her ass. She’s literally got ‘DRIVE ME STERLING’ written across her ass and you’re trying to sound like this is normal wrestling. You’re so cute when you’re in denial, Freddie.”
Sofia Vergara (giggling, accent heavy): “Mmm, and she is shaking it for the hard cam already. Look at that. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Ay, que rica…”
Taylor reaches the center of the circle. A stagehand hands her the mic. She waits for the crowd to settle.
Taylor Swift (polished, strategic, sincere at first): “First of all… I just want to take a second and talk about something that’s been on my mind. A few weeks ago, Sterling Marlin was in a really bad car accident. A lot of you already know that. What some of you might not know is that he was bringing the ring with him that night. That’s why we don’t have one here tonight.
I was supposed to come out here and do what I usually do… but after everything that’s happened, it didn’t feel right to just pretend like this is a normal night. So I’m gonna keep this short and say what I actually want to say.
Sterling… if you’re watching this right now, I just want you to know that we’re thinking about you. All of us. And I hope you’re okay.
And I hope you like what I’m wearing tonight.”
She turns and gives the ass a slow shake. The crowd pops louder — cheers, laughter, and whistles.
Freddie Benson (trying to stay composed but clearly flustered): “Taylor… uh… paying tribute to Sterling Marlin in her own unique way. She’s really… emphasizing the message on the back of her outfit.”
Chelsea Handler (loud and mean): “Freddie, she’s shaking her ass directly at the hard cam and you’re calling it a ‘tribute.’ You’re actually the most adorable little virgin I’ve ever heard on commentary. Keep going, I’m getting wet from how uncomfortable you are.”
Sofia Vergara (seductive, accent cranked): “She is doing it for him, Freddie. She wants Sterling to see. Look how she’s moving… slow… deliberate. She knows the camera is right there on her ass. Ay, qué perra rica…”
Taylor gets the note from the producer in her ear. She smirks, nods once, then brings the mic back up.
Taylor Swift (shifting into playful, leaning into it): “You know what… since we’re all here, and since Sterling’s probably laid up in that hospital bed watching right now… Hope you’re getting a good look, Sterling.
Since we’re already doing this… how about we give him something to really smile about?”
She motions for the track. “The Locomotion” hits. She starts performing it in the middle of the circle — exaggerated hips, big smile, making sure the back of the jumpsuit stays visible to the hard cam the entire time. The crowd starts clapping and singing along. Energy lifts.
Freddie Benson (completely lost): “…And now Taylor Swift is… singing ‘The Locomotion.’ Live. In the middle of the arena. With no ring. I… I don’t know how to call this.”
Chelsea Handler (roaring with laughter): “You don’t know how to call anything, Freddie! She’s out here doing the locomotion with ‘DRIVE ME STERLING’ on her ass and you’re having a stroke trying to sound professional. This is the best night of my life.”
Sofia Vergara (moaning slightly, accent thick): “Mmm, look at how she moves her hips, Freddie… back and forth… she’s really working it for him. You like watching her do this, don’t you? Be honest, pobrecito…”
Taylor finishes the song, breathing heavier, still smiling.
Taylor Swift: “That one’s for you, Sterling. Feel better soon.”
She stays in the circle as the crowd chants her name. Final tight shot on her ass as the latex clings with sweat, the black lettering clearly visible. Cut to black.
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 2: Mariska’s Office – The Punishment
Runtime: ~4:45
Production Notes: Cut directly from black after Taylor’s segment. Cold open inside Mariska’s office. Mariska is standing behind her desk with arms crossed, looking genuinely pissed. The four unbooked girls (Boxxy, Jennette McCurdy, Miranda Cosgrove, and Anya Taylor-Joy) are in front of her. Handheld camera, tense and claustrophobic feel. Mariska stays in full on-screen General Manager authority mode.
Freddie Benson (trying to sound professional, clearly nervous): “Welcome back to CBWL Friday Night Filth. We’re heading backstage now to Mariska Hargitay’s office, where it looks like… uh… some of the talent is in trouble.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, bitchy, classic Chelsea cadence — mean and roasting): “Oh great, we’re already in the principal’s office. This night just keeps getting better. Look at these four idiots. They showed up without being booked and now they’re about to get absolutely fucked. And not in the fun way.”
Sofia Vergara (thick accent, sweet but clearly enjoying the drama): “Ay, pobrecitas… they look so scared. Mariska does not look happy with them at all.”
Mariska leans forward on the desk, staring them down.
Mariska Hargitay (sharp, no-nonsense, full authority): “Do you four have any idea how badly you fucked this up? I made it very clear — multiple times — that unbooked talent weren’t supposed to be in the building tonight. And what did you do? You walked in like this was some kind of open call. Like we needed the extra bodies.”
She lets the silence hang for a second.
Mariska Hargitay: “Now I’ve got Cowboy on my ass, the show’s already running behind, and I have to fix your mistake by making room for you on the card. So here’s what’s happening.”
She looks at all four of them.
Mariska Hargitay: “You’re in a tag match tonight. Jennette and Miranda, you two are a team. Boxxy and Anya, you’re the other team.”
Jennette McCurdy (dry, sarcastic, classic Jennette energy): “Great. Can’t wait.”
Miranda Cosgrove (careful, a little nervous): “…What kind of match is it?”
Mariska Hargitay (flat, cold): “Escape the stall. Inside the handicap bathroom. First team to get both members out of that stall wins. And before any of you start thinking this is some cute little angle — this is happening exactly where you think it’s happening.”
She leans in slightly.
Mariska Hargitay: “Since you decided to show up without being asked, this is your punishment. You wanted to be here so bad? Now you’re on the show. And if any of you go into business for yourselves out there, I promise you it’ll be a lot worse than a bathroom stall.”
Boxxy (defensive, loud): “Wait, that’s not even fair though—”
Mariska Hargitay (cutting her off, firm): “I’m not asking. This is what you get for not following instructions. Now get the fuck out of my office and go get ready.”
She looks at all four of them one last time.
Mariska Hargitay: “And just so we’re clear… your match? Is next.”
She sits back down at her desk like the conversation is over. The four girls slowly get up and head for the door. Jennette rolls her eyes, Miranda looks stressed, Boxxy looks pissed, and Anya stays quiet but visibly tense.
Freddie Benson (awkward, trying to process): “So… the four women who showed up unbooked tonight have just been forced into a tag team match… inside a bathroom stall. That’s… certainly one way to handle it.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, roasting Freddie): “Freddie, you sound like you’re reading the terms and conditions on a porn site. They’re getting thrown into a handicap stall match as punishment for showing up without being booked. This is what happens when you don’t listen to Mariska. She doesn’t play.”
Sofia Vergara (thick accent, amused): “They are in so much trouble. Mariska did not look like she was playing around. That bathroom is going to be very nasty tonight.”
The camera lingers on Mariska for a moment as she picks up her phone, already moving on to the next thing.
Fade to commercial.
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 3: Bathroom Tag Match – Boxxy & Anya vs Jennette & Miranda (Escape the Stall – Handicap Bathroom)
Runtime: ~7:15
Production Notes: Dimly lit hallway outside the oldest handicap bathroom stall. Security has cleared the area. Only controlled cameras inside the stall. Extremely tight, claustrophobic shooting. Bad lighting. The bell rings and the match starts immediately. We stay inside the stall for most of the action, cutting between inside and Anya outside when she escapes. Heavy emphasis on the chaos, panic, and humiliation.
Freddie Benson (nervous, trying to stay professional): “Welcome back… and uh, we are now heading to what might be the most unusual match of the night. Due to some backstage issues earlier, four women who showed up unbooked have been forced into a tag team match inside the handicap bathroom stall. The stipulation is simple: first team to get both members out of the stall wins.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, bitchy, classic Handler roast energy): “Oh this is gonna be great. Four grown women fighting in a bathroom stall like it’s middle school. And Freddie here is gonna try to call it like it’s a normal wrestling match. This should be fun.”
Sofia Vergara (thick phonetic Mexican accent, heavy Botox energy, sweet but clearly turned on by the drama): “Ay Freddy… they are really going to fight inside the baño? This is going to get very messy. I can already tell.”
The stagehand starts the count outside the stall.
Stagehand: “Five… four… three… two… one… Go!”
The bell rings.
Inside the stall, it’s immediate chaos. Jennette grabs Anya by the hair and slams her head into the side of the stall wall. Miranda shoves Boxxy hard into the toilet.
Boxxy (panicking, struggling): “Get the fuck off me—!”
Miranda Cosgrove (gritting her teeth, aggressive): “Shut up and stay still, bitch!”
Anya fights back and starts climbing the partition, trying to pull herself over the top. Jennette grabs her leg and yanks hard.
Jennette McCurdy (yelling, vicious): “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?! Get back down here!”
Anya kicks her off and finally gets over the top. She drops down on the other side of the stall, officially escaping first. The crowd pops.
Freddie Benson (excited, trying to call it straight): “Anya Taylor-Joy has escaped the stall first! That should be it, right? Wait… the bell isn’t ringing. Why isn’t the bell ringing?”
Anya Taylor-Joy (outside the stall, breathing hard, confused): “…What the fuck? Ring the bell! I got out!”
Inside the stall, Jennette and Miranda immediately turn their full attention to Boxxy, who is now trapped alone with both of them.
Boxxy (desperate, realizing she’s alone): “Anya?! Anya, what the fuck?! Get back in here! Don’t leave me in here with them!”
Jennette grabs Boxxy by the back of the head and violently shoves her face-first into the toilet. Miranda helps hold her down.
Jennette McCurdy (taunting while holding her under): “Stay down there. You wanted to be here so bad, right? Now you can stay in the fucking toilet.”
Miranda Cosgrove (helping pin her down, mean): “Yeah, keep struggling. It’s not gonna help you.”
Boxxy’s legs kick and thrash violently. The sound of splashing water and muffled choking fills the stall. Her struggling starts to slow down. Eventually, her body goes limp.
Freddie Benson (sounding genuinely concerned, voice rising): “Oh my god… they’re not letting her up. Jennette and Miranda are holding Boxxy’s head in the toilet and she’s not moving anymore. This is… this has gone way too far.”
Chelsea Handler (cold, laughing): “Relax, Freddie. She’s not dead. Probably. They’re just teaching her a lesson. This is what happens when you show up where you’re not supposed to be.”
Sofia Vergara (thick accent, excited): “Ay no… she stopped moving. They really put her face in the inodoro. This is crazy, Freddy. I can’t believe they’re doing this on TV.”
Right as Boxxy goes limp, the medical staff breaks protocol. One of the doctors quickly unlocks the stall door and rushes in with another staff member.
In one smooth motion, Jennette and Miranda slip right past the doctors as they’re entering. They don’t run. They don’t panic. They just casually walk out of the bathroom like they’re done with their shift.
The second they clear the doorway, the bell finally rings.
DING DING DING.
Inside the stall, the doctors are now giving Boxxy CPR as she lies on the floor with her head near the toilet. The camera stays on the scene as they work on her.
Outside in the hallway, Anya Taylor-Joy is still standing there. She didn’t go back in to help. She just watches from a few feet away as medical tends to Boxxy, looking lost and unsure of what just happened.
Anya Taylor-Joy (quiet, almost to herself): “…I didn’t know they were gonna do that. I thought the match was over.”
Freddie Benson (sounding rattled): “Jennette McCurdy and Miranda Cosgrove have just casually walked out of the bathroom after nearly drowning their opponent in the toilet. The bell has rung. They’ve won the match… but Boxxy is still down and getting CPR right now. And Anya Taylor-Joy is just standing there watching.”
Chelsea Handler (bitchy, roasting): “Freddie, you sound like you’re about to cry. They drowned the bitch in the toilet and walked out like it was nothing. That’s some cold shit. And little Miss Anya out there just stood there like a coward while her partner almost got flushed. Classic.”
Sofia Vergara (thick accent, dramatic): “Pobrecita Boxxy… they really tried to drown her. And Anya just left her there. Ay Freddy, this is muy feo. Very ugly.”
The crowd reaction is loud and ugly — heavy booing mixed with shocked yelling.
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 4: Emma Watson & Hilary Duff – Backstage
Runtime: ~3:20
Production Notes: Quiet backstage hallway. Handheld camera. Intimate feel. Emma is walking through when she spots Hilary stretching near a production table. They have a real conversation — no kayfabe fluff. Both women are in their actual personalities.
Freddie Benson (trying to sound professional): “Welcome back to CBWL Friday Night Filth. We’re heading backstage now where Emma Watson has just run into Hilary Duff. Both women are set to face each other later tonight in the main event.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, bitchy): “Oh good, the two most serious women in the building are having a talk. This should be thrilling. Maybe they’ll discuss their feelings and do some breathing exercises.”
Sofia Vergara (thick broken English, Botox-stiff delivery, mispronouncing words): “Freddy… they are talking like they are going to fight for real. Not like the other girls. This one feels… different.”
Emma slows down as she approaches Hilary.
Emma Watson (precise, respectful, slightly guarded): “Hey.”
Hilary Duff (looking over, nodding, a little defensive): “Hey.”
There’s a short pause. Emma leans against the wall across from her.
Emma Watson: “You ready for this?”
Hilary Duff (shrugging slightly): “As ready as I’m gonna be. Been a weird night, but… I’m not here to complain about it. I just wanna go out there and wrestle.”
Emma Watson (nodding): “Yeah. Same. I know things haven’t gone exactly how anyone planned tonight, but I still want to have a real match. Not some half-assed thing where we’re just going through the motions.”
Hilary Duff (looking at her directly): “Good. Because I’m not in the mood to do that either. If we’re doing this, I want it to actually mean something. I want to go out there and wrestle like it matters.”
Emma studies her for a second, then gives a small, genuine smile.
Emma Watson: “That’s all I want too. I’ve got a lot of respect for what you bring. You’ve been doing this a long time. I don’t want to waste that.”
Hilary Duff (after a beat): “Appreciate that. And I know you’re not just here to collect a check either. So let’s not make this some bullshit ‘respect’ match where we hug it out and call it a day. Let’s actually go out there and have a match.”
Emma Watson (nodding firmly): “Deal.”
Hilary pushes off the table and starts walking past her, but stops for one last thing.
Hilary Duff: “Just don’t hold back. I’m not gonna.”
Emma Watson: “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Hilary gives her one last look, then keeps walking down the hallway. Emma watches her go for a second before heading in the opposite direction.
Freddie Benson (sounding a little surprised): “That was… actually pretty respectful. Both of them seem like they really want to have a real match tonight.”
Chelsea Handler (mocking): “Wow, Freddie. Two women having a normal conversation without trying to drown each other in a toilet. You’re acting like you just witnessed a miracle. Relax. They’re still gonna beat the shit out of each other later.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, heavy on mispronunciations): “Freddy… I think they are going to fight for real. Not like the bathroom girls. This one is going to be… hard. You can see it in their faces.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 5: Florence Pugh – Backstage with Wendy Williams
Runtime: ~3:40
Production Notes: Backstage interview area. Florence is casually leaning against a production crate while aggressively eating a large brick of cheese like it’s a sandwich. Wendy Williams walks into frame with a mic and immediately clocks what Florence is doing. Handheld camera, casual but judgmental energy.
Freddie Benson (trying to sound professional): “We’re heading backstage now where Wendy Williams is about to interview Florence Pugh… who appears to be eating an entire brick of cheese right before her debut next week.”
Chelsea Handler (loud, already laughing): “Oh my god. Look at this bitch. She’s stress-eating cheese like she’s about to go to prison. This is already the best interview of the night.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, heavy mispronunciations, Botox stiffness): “Freddy… why she eating cheese like that? She is going to be so full tomorrow. This is not good for her.”
Wendy walks into frame and immediately stops when she sees Florence.
Wendy Williams (loud, judgmental, classic Wendy energy): “Girl… what the hell are you doing?”
Florence Pugh (mouth half full, looking up, unfazed British ditzy energy): “Eating cheese?”
Wendy Williams (staring at her like she’s stupid): “No shit you’re eating cheese. I’m asking why you’re out here inhaling a whole brick of it like it’s your last meal on death row. You do know you’re supposed to be making your debut next week, right?”
Florence Pugh (chewing): “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m eating now. I’m hungry.”
Wendy Williams (squinting): “You’re hungry… so you decided to eat an entire block of cheese backstage? On the night before your first match? You trying to show up constipated next week or something?”
Florence Pugh (pausing mid-bite, then shrugging): “I mean… I didn’t really think that far ahead. It was just sitting there and it looked good.”
Wendy Williams (laughing in disbelief): “It looked good? Florence, you’re out here stress-eating dairy like it’s going out of style and you don’t even have a match tonight. What are you gonna do if they put you in one of them nasty matches next week? You gonna be in there all stopped up?”
Florence Pugh (still chewing, unfazed): “I’ll figure it out if it happens. I’m not really the type to plan ahead like that.”
Wendy Williams (staring at her): “You really are just out here winging it, huh?”
Florence Pugh (nodding): “Pretty much. I just showed up, they gave me some cheese, and now I’m eating it. That’s about as far as my plan went.”
Wendy Williams (shaking her head): “Lord have mercy. Well, good luck next week, girl. Try not to be too backed up when they throw you in whatever disgusting shit they got planned for you.”
Florence Pugh (giving a small, awkward smile while still holding the cheese): “Thanks… I think.”
Wendy gives her one last judgmental look before turning to the camera.
Wendy Williams: “This one right here… y’all better keep an eye on her next week.”
Freddie Benson (sounding genuinely confused): “I… I don’t even know what to say about that. Florence Pugh is just eating cheese backstage with no plan for tomorrow. That’s… certainly a strategy.”
Chelsea Handler (cackling): “Freddie, she’s going to be shitting bricks next week and you’re trying to analyze it like it’s some deep strategy. She’s just a dumb bitch who found free cheese. That’s the whole story.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, struggling with words): “Freddy… she is going to have big problem in her stomach tomorrow. Eating so much cheese like that… it is not smart. She will be very uncomfortable.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 6: Mila Kunis vs Laura – Concession Stand Brawl (Updated – Final Version)
Runtime: ~6:50
Production Notes: Concession stand area. Mila comes in aggressive and immediately slaps Laura. The beatdown is personal. The granny panties spot is treated as the moment that completely buries Laura. After the pin, Mila breaks and screams into the hard camera. Sofia laughs in a mean, mocking way during the panties spot. Chelsea gags on air and makes the shitting comment after the finish.
The show fades back in. Laura is standing in the concession area looking lost when Mila walks in and slaps her hard across the face without warning.
Chelsea Handler (loud, already disgusted): “Oh my god, look at this stupid bitch. She’s just standing there like she’s waiting for someone to explain the rules to her. There’s no ring, Laura. Wake the fuck up.”
Mila grabs Laura by the hair and slams her into the counter, then starts stomping her while dragging her down the stand.
Freddie Benson (trying to call it): “Mila is all over Laura right from the start. This doesn’t look like a normal match at all.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, struggling): “Mila came here to hurt her. You can see it. She’s not playing.”
Mila knees Laura in the stomach and shoves her toward the deep fryer area. She swings a metal basket across Laura’s back before shoving her arm toward the hot oil. Oil splashes up onto Laura’s shoulder and the side of her face.
Laura Prepon (screaming): “Ahh— fuck!”
Chelsea Handler (cold): “Good. Let it burn her. Maybe it’ll teach her something. She’s out here getting cooked like a fucking snack while looking confused as hell. This is the same girl who used to stand next to Mila on That ‘70s Show like they were friends. Please. Laura was always the ugly ginger sidekick. Of course she hated her.”
Mila continues the assault and eventually dumps an entire container of nacho cheese over Laura’s head and back. She then grabs Laura by the waistband and yanks her pants down hard, exposing a pair of plain, high-waisted granny panties. The camera zooms in.
Freddie Benson (blurting it out): “Those look like the ones my mom used to wear with her old Sears Wonderbra…”
Sofia Vergara (suddenly laughing meanly, broken English): “Ahahaha! Look at them! They go all the way up her ass! She must not shave her pussy at all if she wears shit like that— hahaha!”
Chelsea Handler (visibly gagging): “Oh my fucking god— I’m gonna throw up. Are you serious? Look at those fucking things. Someone get me a garbage can right now. I’m not kidding, I’m gonna puke in my mouth.”
The camera cuts to the commentary desk. Chelsea Handler is visibly retching, one hand over her mouth as she grabs a trash can from under the desk and spits into it.
Mila pulls Laura back up one last time and hits her with a stiff spinning heel kick to the head — The Backstabber. Laura drops. Mila hooks the leg.
Referee: One! Two! Three!
DING DING DING.
Mila gets to her feet, storms over to the hard camera, leans in, and screams with real anger:
Mila Kunis (breaking, heated): “You’ll never be me, bitch!”
She stays there for a second, breathing hard, before finally turning and walking off as the referee raises her hand.
Chelsea Handler (still disgusted, after spitting): “I’m good… barely. After seeing those fucking panties, I wouldn’t be surprised if Laura just shit herself when Mila hit that kick. She looked that embarrassed.”
Freddie Benson (quiet): “Mila just screamed that right into the camera… she looks legitimately pissed.”
Sofia Vergara (still laughing a little, broken English): “Mila was the star. Laura looked stupid the whole time. And after the underwear… nobody is going to feel bad for her. Not even a little.”
Chelsea Handler (firm): “Good. Because she didn’t deserve any. She came out here looking like she had no idea what was going on and got exactly what she deserved. Those panties finished her.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 6.5: Post-Match Commentary Reaction (After Commercial) (Updated Version)
Runtime: ~3:00
Production Notes: The show returns from commercial with the hard camera locked on the commentary desk. Freddie, Chelsea, and Sofia are live. They break down the previous match with slow-motion replays. Chelsea goes on a genuine-sounding rant about the granny panties and ends with a direct apology to the male audience.
The show fades back in from commercial. The hard camera stays on the commentary desk.
Freddie Benson (a little stiff, trying to sound like a real announcer): “Welcome back to CBWL Friday Night Filth. Before we move on, we wanted to take another look at what just happened in that concession stand brawl between Mila Kunis and Laura.”
He cues up the first replay.
Freddie Benson: “Here you can see the hot oil splashing up onto Laura’s face and shoulder. You can really see the reaction there when it hits her skin…”
A slow-motion clip plays of the oil burning Laura.
Chelsea Handler (jumping in, already annoyed): “Yeah, and she still looked like she had no idea what was going on. That’s what kills me. She’s getting burned and she’s still standing there like ‘Huh? What’s happening?’”
Freddie cues up the next clip — slow motion of the nacho cheese being dumped over Laura’s head.
Freddie Benson: “And here’s Mila dumping the cheese all over her…”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, mocking): “She looked so stupid trying to wipe it off… like a little kid who spilled something. It was actually funny how pathetic she looked.”
Freddie starts to bring up the granny panties clip but Chelsea cuts him off before it plays.
Chelsea Handler (immediately shutting it down): “Nah. Nope. I’m not watching that shit again. I can’t do it. Those fucking panties… I’m still grossed out just thinking about them. I don’t even want that image back on the screen.”
She leans forward, getting more worked up.
Chelsea Handler: “Let me just say this while we’re here. Granny panties are fucking disgusting. They’re ugly, they’re lazy, and if you’re a grown woman still wearing those, you need to get your shit together. I would never wear that shit. Ever. I actually have standards. If you’re out here wearing granny panties, you’ve given up on yourself. And honestly? It’s embarrassing. If any of you guys at home are with a girl who wears those, do yourself a favor and tell her to throw them the fuck out.”
Sofia Vergara (laughing meanly, broken English): “Ahahaha! Yeah, they look so bad. Why would any girl wear that? It’s ugly. It makes you look old and like you don’t care. I would never let anyone see me in something like that. Never. It’s embarrassing.”
Chelsea Handler (continuing, doubling down): “Exactly. And I’m actually sorry to the guys watching right now. CBWL is supposed to bring you the hottest celebs in the sexiest shit we can put them in. That’s what we do. We have no fucking clue why Laura came out in those. None. That shit is never happening again. You have my word on that.”
Freddie nods, looking a little uncomfortable with how far Chelsea went.
Freddie Benson: “Alright… well, with that said, we’ve still got plenty more to come tonight. Let’s keep moving.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 7: JoJo Siwa – Update Video Package
Runtime: ~2:40
Production Notes: The arena lights dim as a simple graphic appears on the big screens: “JOJO SIWA – UPDATE”
A pre-taped video package plays. The commentary team reacts live over the footage.
The lights dim and the graphic hits the screens.
Freddie Benson: “Alright, we’re getting an update now on JoJo Siwa, who has been out of action for a little while dealing with some personal issues.”
The video package begins. It opens with older footage of JoJo — smiling big, full of energy, dancing and talking excitedly in her usual over-the-top style. It then cuts to more recent clips of her looking noticeably quieter and more tired, sitting in what appears to be a recovery or medical room.
JoJo Siwa (Voiceover): “Hey everyone… I know a lot of you have been wondering where I’ve been and how I’m doing. I’ve been dealing with some personal stuff lately and it’s been pretty hard. I’m not gonna lie — it’s been one of the toughest times I’ve had in a while.”
The video cuts to JoJo sitting on a couch, looking directly into the camera with a softer, more subdued smile than usual.
JoJo Siwa: “I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s been reaching out and checking on me. It really does mean a lot. I’m working on getting better every day, but I’m just not ready to come back yet. I miss being out there with all of you. I miss the energy, the dancing, the crowds… all of it. I’m gonna keep working and hopefully I’ll be back soon. I just wanted to let you all know that I’m okay… or at least I’m getting there. Thank you again for all the love and support. It really helps.”
The video ends on JoJo giving a small wave and a tired smile before fading out.
The arena lights come back up as the crowd reacts with a mix of applause and scattered indifferent reactions.
Freddie Benson: “JoJo Siwa giving us an update there. Sounds like she’s still working through some things, but she’s hoping to get back soon.”
Chelsea Handler (sarcastic): “Yeah, she sounds real broken up about it. ‘I miss the energy, the dancing, the crowds…’ Meanwhile she’s been sitting on her ass for months. I don’t know, call me crazy but she doesn’t exactly sound like she’s dying to get back in the ring.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, mocking tone): “She looked so sad in the new clips… but then she smiles at the end like everything is fine. I don’t know if I believe her. She talks like she wants to come back but… maybe she doesn’t.”
Freddie Benson (defensive): “I mean, she did say she’s been dealing with some personal stuff. That could be serious.”
Chelsea Handler (rolling her eyes): “Personal stuff. Right. That’s what everyone says when they don’t wanna work. I’m not saying she’s lying, but I’m also not saying I’m buying the whole ‘I miss it so much’ act either. We’ll see if she actually shows up when it’s time.”
Sofia Vergara (laughing lightly): “Yeah… we will see. Maybe she comes back, maybe she stays home. Who knows.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 8: Referee Lottery – Main Event Ref
Runtime: ~2:10
Production Notes: Backstage production area. Larry David, Jack Black, Sarah Silverman, and Urkel are standing around. Larry is holding a piece of paper with the main event written on it. The segment is played mostly straight with natural reactions from the commentary team.
The show fades back in from commercial. We cut to a small production area backstage where several referees are gathered. Larry David is holding a small piece of paper.
Larry David (annoyed, looking around): “Alright, listen up. One of you is getting the main event tonight. Emma and Hilary. I’m not doing it. I already worked that nightmare in the bathroom stall earlier and I’m not going back out there again. So we’re doing this the old-fashioned way.”
He holds up his fist.
Larry David: “Rock, paper, scissors. Best of one. Loser gets the main event. Let’s go.”
The four of them put their fists out.
Larry David: “One… two… three… shoot!”
- Larry David throws Rock
- Jack Black throws Paper
- Sarah Silverman throws Scissors
- Urkel throws Rock
Jack wins with Paper. Sarah wins with Scissors. Larry and Urkel both lose with Rock.
Jack Black (grinning): “Hell yeah! Not it!”
Sarah Silverman (smirking): “Sucks to suck.”
Larry David (staring at Urkel): “…You.”
Urkel (looking around nervously): “Wait… me?”
Larry David (deadpan): “Yeah, you. You lost. You’re reffing the main event.”
Urkel (panicking slightly): “But I— I don’t even have my glasses on right now! What if I mess up the count?!”
Jack Black (laughing): “Then don’t mess it up, Urkel. It’s the main event. No pressure.”
Sarah Silverman (patting him on the back): “Have fun out there, champ. Try not to get involved in whatever the hell they’re doing tonight.”
Urkel (muttering as he walks off): “This is how I die…”
Larry just shakes his head as Urkel leaves.
Larry David (to the others): “See? That’s how you handle these things. Democracy.”
Freddie Benson: “Well… Urkel just got assigned the main event. That should be interesting.”
Chelsea Handler (laughing): “Urkel? They’re really letting Urkel ref the main event? That’s not a referee, that’s a liability. They’re gonna have to edit around whatever the fuck happens out there.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, amused): “He looked so scared… like he was about to cry. I don’t think he wants to do it at all. This is going to be bad.”
Freddie Benson: “Larry David made it very clear he wasn’t doing it again after the bathroom match earlier. I guess rock-paper-scissors was the fairest way to decide.”
Chelsea Handler (mocking): “Yeah, real professional. ‘Who wants to ref the main event?’ ‘Not it!’ That’s how they run things around here. We’re in good hands tonight, folks.”
CBWL – Gas South Arena Produced Segment 9 (Part 1 of 2): Main Event – Emma Watson vs Hilary Duff
Runtime: ~4:50 (up to commercial)
Production Notes:
- Entrances happen normally.
- Mariska comes out before the bell.
- She has the crew cut out the square and lay extra ice in a messy, haphazard way.
- The bell rings after the ice is exposed.
- The match starts with the ice already in the center.
The house lights dim as a simple graphic appears on the screens.
MAIN EVENT Emma Watson vs Hilary Duff
Freddie Benson: “It’s time for our main event. Emma Watson and Hilary Duff will go one-on-one right here in the middle of the building. No ring tonight — just plywood over ice.”
Hilary Duff’s music hits. She walks out with a focused, no-nonsense look. She doesn’t play to the crowd — she just walks straight down the ramp, steps into the spray-painted circle, and heads to her corner. She bounces on her feet and stares across at where Emma will be, already locked in.
Chelsea Handler: “Hilary looks like she actually wants to fight tonight. No bullshit, no confusion. I respect that.”
Emma Watson’s music plays next. She comes out looking calm but clearly a little nervous. She walks down the ramp and steps into the circle, glancing around at the hard surface for a second before looking over at Hilary.
Freddie Benson: “Both women seem ready, but you can already tell this is going to be a very different kind of match with no ring and that hard plywood underneath them.”
Right as both women are standing in their corners and Urkel is about to check them, Mariska Hargitay’s music hits.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Mariska is coming out before the match even starts. That’s not normal.”
Mariska walks down to the circle with a microphone. She doesn’t waste time. She raises the mic and signals to the production crew waiting at the entrance.
Mariska Hargitay: “Hold on.”
Several crew members quickly come down carrying tools and begin cutting out a square section of the plywood in the center of the circle. Once it’s removed, they start dumping and spreading extra ice into the hole in a messy, haphazard way. It looks sloppy and thrown together.
Freddie Benson: “They’re… putting more ice in there? That doesn’t look very organized.”
Chelsea Handler: “Of course it doesn’t. Nothing in this company is organized. They’re just throwing ice in the middle of the floor like it’s a fucking parking lot. This is gonna be a disaster.”
Mariska watches them finish, then turns back to Emma and Hilary.
Mariska Hargitay: “There. Now you’ve got something to work with.”
She drops the mic and walks out of the circle as the extra ice continues to sit unevenly in the center. Thick white smoke is already starting to rise from the patch.
Urkel quickly checks both women and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING.
Emma and Hilary circle each other inside the spray-painted circle. The ice patch sits in the middle, already smoking.
Freddie Benson: “Main event is underway. Emma Watson and Hilary Duff starting things off here on the plywood. Both women being very cautious as they circle around that ice in the center.”
They move in and lock up. It’s stiff and awkward as they struggle for position.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “They are both pushing each other… but it looks like they don’t really know what to do after that.”
Hilary gets the better of the lockup and shoves Emma backward. Emma stumbles but stays on her feet. Hilary follows up and grabs her in a headlock, grinding it in while dragging her around the circle.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary with a headlock now, and she’s really leaning into it. Emma trying to fight her way out of it.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Emma’s face. She’s already struggling and we’re thirty seconds in. This is what happens when you take a girl who spent her whole life reading books and put her in a fight. She’s got no idea what she’s doing.”
Emma finally powers out of the headlock and shoves Hilary off. They reset and circle again. Hilary shoots in and takes Emma down with a sloppy but hard takedown. Emma hits the plywood flat on her back.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary with a takedown! Emma went down hard right there.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “That looked like it hurt. Emma is just laying there now.”
Hilary gets on top and starts throwing short, stiff shots to Emma’s body while Emma tries to cover up. Emma manages to push her off and both women scramble back to their feet.
Freddie Benson: “Emma gets back up, but you can see she’s already feeling those shots Hilary was landing on her.”
Chelsea Handler: “Hilary’s been in this business longer than Emma has, and it shows. Emma’s out here looking like she’s trying to solve a math problem while Hilary’s just trying to beat the shit out of her. This is why you don’t put smart girls in fights.”
They lock up again near the edge of the circle. It’s another stiff exchange. Hilary gets the advantage and muscles Emma backward, keeping her close to the ice patch without actually throwing her on it yet.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary’s trying to work Emma toward that ice. Emma’s doing everything she can to stay away from it.”
Chelsea Handler: “Of course she is. Emma’s not dumb. She knows if she goes on that ice she’s gonna get burned like a little bitch. Meanwhile Hilary’s just out here doing whatever she wants to her. This is getting embarrassing for Emma already.”
Emma fights her way out of the hold and shoves Hilary off. They reset and circle again. The crowd is still mostly quiet, with only a few scattered jeers.
Freddie Benson: “Back to center now. Both women still being very careful around that ice in the middle.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “They keep looking at it… like they’re scared to go near it.”
Hilary catches Emma coming in and locks her in a tight abdominal stretch, really wrenching it while keeping her right next to the ice. Emma’s face twists in pain as she tries to fight out of it.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary with an abdominal stretch here, and she’s got Emma right by that ice patch.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Emma’s body right now. She’s all stretched out and Hilary’s just cranking on her like she’s trying to snap her in half. This is what Emma gets for being the ‘good girl’ her whole life. Now she’s getting bent like a fucking pretzel.”
Emma finally fights her way out of the stretch and shoves Hilary away. Both women are breathing harder now. They circle again, still avoiding the ice as much as possible.
Freddie Benson: “Emma escapes the hold, but you can tell she’s starting to feel the effects of this match already.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary is stronger than her. Emma looks tired already.”
They lock up one more time near the ice. This time Hilary gets the better of it and trips Emma. Emma goes down and takes a light bump directly onto the exposed ice.
Emma Watson (screaming in pain): “Ahhh— fuck!!”
She immediately starts thrashing and trying to roll off as the burn hits her side and back. Hilary stands over her, looking upset with herself for having to use the ice.
Freddie Benson: “Oh! Emma just went down on the ice! And she is in serious pain right now!”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “She is screaming so loud… that ice is really hurting her bad.”
Chelsea Handler: “Hilary looks pissed at herself. She didn’t even want to do that. But she did it anyway. And now Emma’s the one paying for it while she’s rolling around on the floor like a little bitch.”
Emma continues screaming on the ice as they go to commercial.
The show fades back in from commercial. Hilary has Emma down on the plywood and is stomping her repeatedly in the midsection.
Freddie Benson: “We are back live, and Hilary Duff has taken full control of this match during the break. She’s been all over Emma Watson since we came back.”
Hilary grabs Emma by the hair and drags her toward the ice patch in the center. She tries to force Emma’s head down toward it, but Emma fights back and pushes her away. Hilary stays on her though, landing another hard kick to the ribs as Emma tries to get up.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary is not letting her get up. Every time Emma tries to stand, Hilary kicks her again.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Emma’s face. She looks like she’s already regretting every decision that led her to this moment. This is what happens when you try to play tough with someone who actually has a mean streak.”
Hilary pulls Emma up and locks her in another abdominal stretch, this time cranking it even harder than before while keeping her right next to the ice. Emma’s face is twisted in pain as she tries to fight out of it.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary with the abdominal stretch again, and she’s got Emma right by that ice. Emma is in a lot of trouble here.”
Emma manages to fight her way out of the hold and shoves Hilary off, but Hilary comes right back and takes her down again with a hard slam. Emma hits the plywood and stays down longer this time, clearly feeling the effects of the match.
Chelsea Handler: “Emma’s getting rag-dolled out here. She’s trying, I’ll give her that, but she’s getting manhandled. Hilary’s just out here doing whatever she wants to her.”
Hilary stays on the attack, dragging Emma back toward the ice once more. This time she manages to shove Emma down so her side lands on the edge of the ice patch. Emma lets out a sharp scream and quickly rolls off, clutching her side.
Freddie Benson: “Emma just got forced onto that ice again! You can see how much that’s affecting her.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “She screamed again… that ice is really messing her up.”
Hilary stands over her for a second, then drops down and starts throwing stiff shots to Emma’s body while she’s down. Emma covers up as best she can, but Hilary keeps the pressure on.
Chelsea Handler: “Hilary’s not even trying to be cute anymore. She’s just beating on Emma like she’s got something to prove. And Emma’s just laying there taking it. This is getting ugly.”
Emma finally manages to push Hilary off and create some space. She gets back to her feet, but she’s moving slower and favoring her side from the ice burn. Hilary stays right on her, grabbing her and locking in another headlock, this one tighter than the ones before.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary back in control with the headlock. Emma is fighting to stay in this thing, but Hilary has been the one dictating the pace since we came back from commercial.”
Chelsea Handler: “Emma looks like she’s about two minutes away from quitting. She’s got that look in her eyes like she’s wondering why she ever agreed to this. Meanwhile Hilary’s just having the time of her life beating on her.”
Hilary drags Emma around the circle while keeping the headlock locked in, occasionally glancing at the ice like she’s thinking about using it again. Emma fights back with short elbows to Hilary’s midsection, trying to create some breathing room.
The crowd is starting to get louder, with more people reacting to how stiff and one-sided the action has become.
Freddie Benson: “The crowd is finally starting to get into this. They were quiet for a long time, but the longer Hilary stays in control, the more they’re reacting.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary is winning right now. Emma looks like she is in a lot of pain.”
Hilary finally releases the headlock and shoves Emma toward the ice again. Emma stumbles but manages to stay on her feet this time, barely avoiding another trip onto the ice. Hilary stays aggressive, coming right back at her with another hard shot.
Chelsea Handler: “Emma’s barely hanging on. She keeps getting lucky and barely missing that ice, but Hilary’s not gonna let her get away with it forever. She’s gonna put her on it again.”
The two women continue to fight near the ice as the segment continues, with Hilary maintaining control and Emma struggling to fight back through the pain of the earlier burns.
Hilary continues to dominate. She grabs Emma and hits a hard slam, driving her down onto the plywood. Emma hits flat and stays down for a moment, clearly hurting.
Freddie Benson: “Hilary with a big slam there. Emma went down hard on the plywood.”
Hilary stands over her, then reaches down and starts to pull Emma back up, clearly looking to hit another slam. But as she lifts her, Emma suddenly reverses it. She slips out, gets behind Hilary, and shoves her forward. Hilary stumbles, and Emma quickly takes her down with a stiff takedown of her own.
Freddie Benson: “Emma reverses it! She got out of the slam and now she’s fighting back!”
Emma stays on Hilary, throwing stiff forearms to her back while Hilary is down. The crowd starts to get louder as Emma mounts some offense for the first time in a while.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Emma is hitting her now… she looks angry.”
Emma pulls Hilary up and hits a sloppy but hard clothesline that takes her down again. She follows it up by grabbing Hilary and hitting another takedown, this time keeping her down and throwing more shots. Hilary is now the one trying to cover up.
Freddie Benson: “Emma Watson has completely turned this around! She’s got Hilary in trouble now.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Hilary. She got fat as fuck. That’s what happens when you disappear from Hollywood for a few years and come back looking like you’ve been stress-eating your way through a divorce. The fans are pissed at her for that too. She left, got thick, and now she’s out here getting her ass beat by Emma Watson of all people.”
Emma has taken full control. She’s been on the attack for the last minute or so, hitting Hilary with stiff shots and keeping her off balance. Hilary is clearly feeling the effects of the match and is moving slower.
Emma grabs Hilary and muscles her up. She lifts her for a sit-out powerbomb (Bubba Bomb style) and drives her down hard. Both women crash onto the exposed ice patch in the center of the circle.
Freddie Benson: “Emma with a big sit-out powerbomb— and they both went down on the ice!”
The impact is nasty. Hilary takes the worst of it, landing directly on her back and ass on the ice. She immediately starts screaming as the chemical burn hits her hard. Emma also lands on the ice but rolls off quicker, though she’s clearly in pain too.
Hilary Duff (screaming, raw): “Ahhh— fuck!! Oh my god!!”
Hilary thrashes on the ice, trying to get off it as fast as possible. Emma is also hurting but manages to get to her knees first. She stays on Hilary and starts throwing punches while Hilary is still struggling from the burn.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “They both landed on the ice… but Hilary got it worse. She is really screaming.”
Chelsea Handler: “Hilary’s ass just got cooked. That’s what she gets for getting fat and thinking she could come back and just bully Emma around. Now she’s rolling around on the ice like a stuck pig while Emma’s on top of her.”
Emma stays aggressive, grabbing Hilary and dragging her away from the ice slightly before hitting another hard slam on the plywood. Hilary is clearly in bad shape now — the ice burn combined with the impact has taken a lot out of her.
Freddie Benson: “Emma Watson has completely flipped this match. Hilary is in serious trouble after that ice spot.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Hilary. She’s moving like she got hit by a truck. That ice fucked her up. Meanwhile Emma’s over here looking like she actually trained for this or something. Who would’ve thought?”
Emma pulls Hilary up again and hits another stiff shot, keeping her rocked. Hilary is breathing hard and clearly struggling to stay in the match.
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary looks like she can’t even stand up straight anymore. Emma is winning now.”
Emma has completely turned the match around. She’s been on the attack for the last minute, hitting Hilary with stiff, desperate shots. Hilary is clearly slowing down.
Emma grabs Hilary and lifts her up. She hits a sit-out powerbomb, driving both of them down hard onto the exposed ice in the center of the circle.
Freddie Benson: “Emma with a sit-out powerbomb— and they both just crashed onto the ice!”
Hilary takes the worst of it, landing directly on her back and ass. She immediately starts screaming as the chemical burn hits her hard. Emma also lands on the ice but rolls off faster, though she’s visibly hurting too.
Hilary Duff (screaming): “Ahhh— fuck!! Oh my god!!”
Emma gets to her knees first and stays on Hilary, throwing punches while Hilary is still struggling from the ice burn.
Freddie Benson: “Emma Watson has taken complete control of this match! Hilary is in a lot of trouble after that ice spot.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary is screaming so loud… that ice really got her bad.”
Chelsea Handler: “Look at Hilary. She got fat as fuck and now she’s getting cooked on live TV. The fans are already mad at her for disappearing for a few years and coming back looking like that, and now she’s out here getting her ass burned by Emma Watson. This is embarrassing.”
Emma pulls Hilary away from the ice slightly and hits another hard slam on the plywood, then stays aggressive with more stiff shots. Hilary is clearly in bad shape now.
Chelsea Handler (continuing her tangent): “Meanwhile Emma’s out here looking like she actually gives a shit about something. She’s been doing all that anti-racism stuff, speaking out, using her platform… and now she’s out here beating the shit out of Hilary. I respect it.”
Freddie Benson: “Emma has completely flipped this around—”
Chelsea Handler (casually breaking character): “I love BBC too, by the way.”
Sofia Vergara (broken English, reacting): “Chelsea!”
Chelsea Handler (shrugging): “What? I’m just saying.”
Emma continues to stay on Hilary with more stiff offense as the segment ends, with Hilary still feeling the effects of the ice burn.
Emma hits the sit-out powerbomb onto the ice. Hilary crashes down hard and stays down. Emma hooks the leg.
Referee (Urkel): One! Two! Three!
DING DING DING.
Freddie Benson: “Emma Watson has won the main event!”
Emma gets to her feet as Urkel raises her hand. She looks down at Hilary, who is still on the ice in obvious pain. Medical staff begins making their way out. Emma starts walking toward the ramp like the show is over.
She stops halfway up the ramp, stands there for a few seconds, then turns around and walks back into the circle. The crowd reacts as she grabs a microphone.
Emma Watson (picking up the mic, intense, shooting): “You know what? Fuck this. I came out here to have a match tonight. A real one. And instead I had to deal with this lazy, out-of-shape bitch who can’t even hit a basic spot without almost breaking both of us in half.”
Hilary is still down on the ice, breathing hard and clutching her back. She slowly pushes herself up on her elbows, staring at Emma with pure hatred.
Emma Watson: “You used to mean something, Hilary. Now you’re just another washed-up actress who got fat, disappeared for years, and came crawling back thinking she could still hang with people who actually give a fuck. The fans see it. I see it. And I’m done pretending otherwise.”
Hilary manages to sit up. She looks at Emma for a second, then spits directly in her face.
Hilary Duff (weak but defiant): “Fuck you.”
The crowd pops. Emma slowly wipes the spit off her face, then stares down at Hilary with cold anger.
Emma Watson: “Wrong fucking move.”
She drops the mic, grabs Hilary by the hair, and pulls her up. Emma then locks in her finisher — The Watson Wall — a Boston Crab-style submission, sitting back and arching Hilary’s body while both of them are on the ice. The hold is applied directly on the exposed ice patch.
Hilary Duff (screaming in extreme pain): “Ahhhhhh—!! Fuck!! Get off!! Ahhh!!”
Hilary thrashes violently on the ice, screaming as the chemical burn combines with the pressure of the hold. Emma keeps the submission locked in deep, showing no signs of letting go as medical rushes toward the circle.
Freddie Benson: “Emma Watson has completely snapped! She’s got The Watson Wall locked in on the ice! Hilary is in serious trouble here!”
Sofia Vergara (broken English): “Hilary is screaming so loud… this looks really bad. The ice is making it worse.”
Chelsea Handler: “Good. Fuck her. She spit in Emma’s face and now she’s paying for it. That’s the last image we’re leaving with tonight — Hilary Duff crying and screaming on the ice like a little bitch. Perfect.”
The show fades out on Hilary still trapped in The Watson Wall on the ice, screaming in agony as medical tries to get to her.
The show goes off the air with Hilary Duff still trapped in The Watson Wall on the ice, screaming. As soon as the cameras cut, medical staff and a couple of agents rush in and physically pull Emma off of her. Emma doesn’t fight them, but she doesn’t look apologetic either. She just walks off without saying another word. * FADE TO BLACK*
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