Watching Tonya’s figure push open the bathroom door, Alice grabbed Shane’s hand so they wouldn’t be separated as they plowed through the crowd behind her. Forgetting momentarily about their own fight moments before, they had united for a common goal. Catching the bathroom door before it shut, Alice barreled through, Shane hot on her heels.

Tonya stood at the mirror, fluffing her hair. Seeing their reflections in the mirror, she smiled and turned around. “Well, hello there, ‘boys.’ Here to stick up for your pitiful little Dana?”

“You leave her alone!” Alice shouted, taking a step forward to strike, but Shane beat her to the punch…literally. Shane stepped forward and, with lightning movements, punched Tonya in the nose.

Tonya crumpled to the floor, cursing, her hands covering her face. Alice moved toward her to get her piece in, but suddenly felt someone grab her arms from behind, holding her back. She whirled around angrily as best she could to see Bette’s angry face. Tina was pulling Shane away, as well.

“Bette! Let me go!” Alice yelled, thrashing, trying her best to escape Bette’s iron grasp.

“No, just drop this, Al. It’s not worth it!” Bette shouted at her, actually lifting Alice off the ground as she dragged her toward the door. Tina already had Shane halfway through the door. They heard Tonya moan behind them, writhing about on the floor in pain.

“Bette, at least let me get in one good shot!” Alice wailed. Bette glanced around and looked down at Tonya, remembering all the pain she’d caused Dana, and, against her better judgment, she relented, loosening her grip to allow Alice to break free.

Alice ran over and kicked the prone Tonya, hard, right in the rear. “Take that, biotch! Now stay away!” she shouted gleefully, allowing Bette to grab her and drag her out the door.

As they left the bathroom, Alice turned to Bette admiringly and whispered, “I knew you had it in you, Porter.”

Bette just rolled her eyes in return.