Post by Victoria Travis on Apr 6, 2024 21:27:20 GMT -5
The large windows of the AT&T Stadium are spread out before Victoria Travis. She stands there, looking outside of the stadium, looking at the people walking around, cars moving by and the clouds. Her arms are behind her back. The camera pans around to reveal Victoria is not actually looking out the windows as her eyes are closed. So someone seemingly so unstable, she seems so calm, almost as if she is sleeping while standing up.
It is unclear how long she has been standing here in front of the widows. No one seems to want to risk bothering her or tell her to move. She is just standing there. And yet, that doesn't seem to make her look any less dangerous.
“Did you think we were finished, Harper? Did you really think you'd seen the end of me after Super Brawl?”
She opens her eyes and looks out the windows.
“Well, I don't know about you, but I thought we were done. We had three of the biggest matches for the Air Raid Championship has seen in recent years. The Super Brawl Match was supposed to be the finale. I was all set to walk away and go find a new victim to torment and torture, taking a hiatus form doing all manner of horrible things to you until I found the right moment, the right time, to make you suffer again. We were done. What we accomplished at Hardcore Heaven, at King of Chaos, and at Super Brawl were matches worthy of making ours the feud of the year for 2023, and any three of them were worthy of being named match of the night. We stole the damn show each time we went out there, Harper. We were both ready to walk away of this until I decided the moment to restart our feud. But, the CPW has come to realize something that I have already known, Harper, and that is the fact that no one, absolutely no one cares about you or that Air Raid Championship unless I am trying to beat the hell out of you. And, honestly, I don't even care about that title. But, I do care about getting that last chance to beat the hell out of you and making you bleed, even if I have to go through Matt Stevens to do it. What, Harper Brooks, would you be without me? You are nothing without me. You know it. I know it. All those people about to fill the arena and who will watch it on pay-per-view know it. And the CPW knows it. You, Harper Brooks, are nothing without me.”
Victoria smiles a sly knowing smile, clearly thinking back to every match she and Slingshot Red have had, all the moments that became highlights from the wars they have fought.
“Now, you can argue that I need you more than you need me, but we both know that's not true at all. I could have tortured and tormented anyone on this entire roster. I could have decided to make Francisco Lopez's life a living hell, but as I said, nothing I do to him is going to be as worse as his knowing he's going to fail at his goal of ever being Xtreme Chaos Champion. I could see how many different tones I can make Denni Summers scream in as I lock her in another hold, slap all those screams together and drop it as an album. So many victims, Harper. It does not have to be you. What I can do is hurt people, each worse than the last. I have reserves of creativity I haven't even begun to tap. And I do so want to tap into those reserves.”
“The Serial Killer” smiles, almost like she wants someone to her to tap into those reserves just to let her unleash that kind of carnage.
“We both know that the only reason I am in this match at Damnation And A Day is because our last three matches were some of the most brutal in CPW history. We made history. We brought people in and we made them watch. What, Harper, have you ever been without me? You're a grown women in a costume looking like you should be at a comic convention rather than in a wrestling ring. Oh, you finished Julia Davenport's business with Legion, I guess, after they kept putting you through tables and then you and Avery beat two of them in a match, which I guess somehow counted as beating the whole group, but that was Julia Davenport's fight that she was “too hurt” or too scared to finish on her own. Valiant, but not your fight. Disturbed was Avery's fight, not yours. Mud Mouth was all for beating you right up to King of Chaos, when he actually did. Seems rather sad you never got a chance at the Xtreme Chaos Championship while he held it. Also seems a bit sad you and Avery have never had a shot at the Triple Crown Tag Team Championships. I think your run of matches with Legion was more effort than the tag division has seen in years.”
“Face it, Harper, when they talk about your career, when they talk about the greatest rivalries of your time in wrestling, my name will be the first name they ever mention because I am at the top of the list. Yes, I will face other people, Harper, but we both know I will keep coming back to you again and again and again. You are the hero, and I am the villain.”
Victoria sighs and shakes her head, seeming disappointed.
“That said, this does feel odd, doesn't it? I haven't done anything to you, Avery or your family in weeks. I have made no move against you since the Super Brawl match. And yet, here we are again, facing each other. In many ways, it feels wrong, unnatural somehow. There is a pattern, a certain rhythm to how you and I do things that has been ignored making this whole thing feel unnatural. I do a thing to you,Avery, your family, a friend, someone who you care about, doesn't matter to me as long as it hurts you, you take that personally as your should, and we have a match that becomes a full out knock down, drag out war. That, Avery, is how you and I do this thing, and that rhythm has been broken. So, I don't know what this is.”
“And honestly, in a way, it feels kind of wrong and dirty. Here we are, about to fight, and I have not done anything, recently, to anger or hurt you. So, really, it feels off. I mean, I haven't tried to hit you with a car, or thrown you down stairs, or set you on fire, or I don't know, kill your cat. I don't even know if you and Avery have a cat I could kill, that's how unprepared I was for this. And even then, unless I kill in and use it's blood to repaint your walls, you are not going to know it was me who did it. I mean, I suppose we're at that point if I told you “I killed Mittens” or whatever you and Avery named your cat, you would believe me, because when you consider everything else I've done, it probably tracks. And I don't even know if you own a cat, so I may just break into your place, find a random cat that got in there, which they are known to do somehow, kill it, go on about how I killed your cat, and turns out it was a stray or one of your neighbors' pet and you're standing there confused and I look like a lunatic who murdered someone's pet instead of looking like the lunatic that murdered your pet. Like here we are, Harper, about to face off, one more time, and done nothing to recently antagonize you, and it feels so very wrong to me.”
Victoria moves as close to the windows as she can. She looks down at all the people walking around outside and the cars driving past. She doesn't seem to be focused on any one person, more just taking it all in.
“The German philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche is quoted as saying “You may have enemies whom you hate, but not enemies whom you despise. You must be proud of your enemy: then the success of your enemy shall be your success too.” The thing is, Harper, I know how good you are. I know how tough you are. I know better than anyone in this entire company what you are capable of and I know for a fact that you have not been given the opportunities you have earned and that you deserve. It should have been you and Avery facing Sugar Rush for the Triple Crown Tag Team Championships, not M&M or even Duke Jupiter and Ava. You and Avery. You more than earned it after taking care of Julia's Legion problems for her. But you did not get the opportunity. You should have been at the top of the list to face Mud Mouth, but instead, you were right there with Avery, helping her first off Disturbed. And even after all of that, Avery struggles to find spots, to get opportunities she deserves. I am the only person in the entire CPW who actually cares about you and your success. I want you to succeed. I want you to get better. I want to be there when you become CPW Xtreme Chaos Champion, because as you stand in the ring, raising that title high into the air, the crowd cheering, chanting your name, knowing you reached the very height of this company, I will be the first to beat you with a chair. Whether you, Harper, want to admit it or not, without me, none of these people care about you. Without me, your Air Raid Championship reign would be another wasted, lackluster title reign like so many in the CPW. Too many titles, not enough challengers.”
“Christ, no wonder title reigns last years in the CPW. You've defended the Air Raid Championship four pay-per-view events in a row. I think that's some kind of record to any title that isn't the Xtreme Chaos Championship. Hell, it Stevens or I don't take it off of you, this may be the last defense you have until next year.”
Something strange can be heard in Victoria's voice. It is something never heard in her voice. It almost sounds like it's pity, something Victoria has seemed to be incapable of since the start of her career.
“But, you'll just sit there and smile, proud of the trinket you took off a man who seemed so obsessed with winning it back, only to get bored with it and cast that goal and you aside when he got a shot at an even shinier trinket, the only title that actually means anything in the CPW. Same could be said for Avery. Disturbed wasn't able to beat her, so he decided to go after the only title that means anything to him, his obsession. Sad neither you nor Avery were ever given the same opportunity. And, of course, you'll just smile and accept it, accept no one expects greatness out of you. Because a hero should not be ambitious, should they? No, a hero's goal has to be noble and pure, like slay some great evil or protect others. So, here you are, a mid-carder with potential no one but the psychopath who is wearing your hair as a necklace sees. It's actually kind of pathetic if you think about it. Perhaps my time was wasted attempting to make you matter to anyone, Harper?”
That sound, the pity, if it was indeed pity. Is no longer audible in her voice.
“See, Friedrich Nietzsche has another saying, one that has pretty much summed up our relationship these last two years, and that is perhaps his most famous quote “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” And I have gone above and beyond in that one, because I have certainly tried my hardest. And each and every time, Harper, you get stronger, you get better. But I still see that same weak little wannabe superhero who lost the Elimination Championship to one of the biggest never was the CPW has seen in Brody Stevens, a guy they went on about as being a future star, only to see him walk away twice, and who lost to and you walked away. You left. One lose of a title and you leave. And the only reason you came back is because Julia Davenport convinced you to take care of Legion while she healed a hand injury that should have only taken weeks to heal. So, yes, Harper, I will keep beating the every loving hell out of you, making you stronger and stronger until I am convinced I have made you into something worth the time and effort I have put into making you bleed. And I will keep doing it, Harper, because deep down, you need me to do it. Deep down, you need me to be the villain you can beat.”
“Batman and the Joker. Peter Pan and Captain Hook. Sherlock Holmes and Professor James Moriarty. Professor Charles Xavier and Magneto. Optimus Prime and Megatron. He-Man and Skeletor. Spider-Man and the Green Goblin. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. The Incredible MachSpeed Slingshot Red and Victoria Travis. I will place us among the greats, Harper, even if it kills you., because deep down, you need me to. I will ensure ours is a rivalry people will remember for generations to come.”
“''You may have enemies whom you hate, but not enemies whom you despise. You must be proud of your enemy: then the success of your enemy shall be your success too.'”
“If that is true, then I doubt anyone who considered Matt Stevens an enemy is proud. Really Matt, what is this? This the seventh or tenth time you have attempted to restart your career and reclaim your former glory? How did the previous times work out for you? No. Seriously, I am asking, because they were so damn forgettable that I doubt anyone remembers and I honestly doubt anyone even cares you are back now. You are a blink and you miss it kind of wrestler, Matt, because you come back, and if we blink, next thing we know, you are already out the door and gone. You keep trying and failing to reclaim any past glory you have to the point where it is just sad now. You, Matt Stevens, are a joke at this point, and no one finds you funny.”
She smirks, her voice taking on a mocking tone as she addresses the third participant in this Triple Threat Match, the one that doesn't seem to belong.
“You want to claim you are the “Gift from God,” Matt? Maybe you are. But so are vipers, spiders, sharks, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, the Plague. We would return you, Matt, but no one can find the receipt, customer service won't take you back, we cannot regift you, we just have to put up with you. You are the gift no one asked for and no one wanted, and just when we think we finally got rid of you, you pop like someone just found you buried way the hell in the back of the closet. Every time we think you are finally gone, you pop back up and we are left wondering how much of our time the worthless gift you are is going to waste.”
“As much as I am wondering why I am in this match when I thought Harper and I were done, I am wondering why the hell you are even in this match to begin with. And honestly, all I can come up with, Matt, is because someone in management feels bad for you, and for some reason beyond comprehension, believes that you are going to actually revitalize your career and gave you this shot. Either that, or your loss to Harper was so entertaining someone wanted to see you lose again. But Matt, no one here believes you can actually beat Harper, or me for that matter.”
“I almost feel bad for you, Matt, but, only almost, because someone decided to dump you in the middle of a war. And I do mean a war, because that is what happens whenever Harper and I go into the ring. We don't have matches. We have never actually had a match. Not one. We have full blown wars. Chairs, tables, ladders, thumbtacks, cars, electrical equipment, the barricade, the cold, unforgiving concrete floor, you name it, we have either hit each other with it, or thrown each other through it. By the end of the match, one of us, usually Harper, has been bleeding. That is what you have been thrown into Matt. You are not here because someone thinks you can actually win. We know your best days are long and no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you may want it. You are never going to be even a pale shadow of what you were, Matt Stevens. You are just going to be a victim, collateral damage of the war between myself and Harper Brooks. At least try to crawl away in whatever condition we leave you with some dignity and retire while you have some pride left.”
Victoria turns away from the windows and begins to walk through the arena. She seems focused on something as she walks. She steps out into the stands, looking over the interior of the AT&T Stadium where the stage for Damnation And A Day has been set. She looks out over the Elimination Chamber that sits on the floor. Whether she is imagining herself inside the chamber herself or just in the ring is unknown. She just stares down at it.
“So here we are, Harper, one more time after what we thought was the final time, one more shot to hurt you, to make you suffer and bleed. The Air Raid Championship means nothing to me. That's why Matt's here. That's what he wants to take from you. For me, it's a trinket, a prize I get to take after beating you like a piñata, or pounding you like a Whack-A-Mole game, take your pick really. You, Harper and I have fought so many wars. Time to see if you have one more left in you, or if this is the night I leave you broken. Or I just have to settle for tearing Matt's arm and stopping his latest return meaning anything at all and send him back under whatever rock he likes to crawl out from every few weeks.”
“The Serial Killer” looks up and glances around the arena before looking down at the ring and the Elimination Chamber.
“This, Harper, Matt, is where we go to war. Let's see who survives.”
She turns and laughs that cold, cruel, sadistic, insane laugh of hers and walks away as the scene fades out.
It is unclear how long she has been standing here in front of the widows. No one seems to want to risk bothering her or tell her to move. She is just standing there. And yet, that doesn't seem to make her look any less dangerous.
“Did you think we were finished, Harper? Did you really think you'd seen the end of me after Super Brawl?”
She opens her eyes and looks out the windows.
“Well, I don't know about you, but I thought we were done. We had three of the biggest matches for the Air Raid Championship has seen in recent years. The Super Brawl Match was supposed to be the finale. I was all set to walk away and go find a new victim to torment and torture, taking a hiatus form doing all manner of horrible things to you until I found the right moment, the right time, to make you suffer again. We were done. What we accomplished at Hardcore Heaven, at King of Chaos, and at Super Brawl were matches worthy of making ours the feud of the year for 2023, and any three of them were worthy of being named match of the night. We stole the damn show each time we went out there, Harper. We were both ready to walk away of this until I decided the moment to restart our feud. But, the CPW has come to realize something that I have already known, Harper, and that is the fact that no one, absolutely no one cares about you or that Air Raid Championship unless I am trying to beat the hell out of you. And, honestly, I don't even care about that title. But, I do care about getting that last chance to beat the hell out of you and making you bleed, even if I have to go through Matt Stevens to do it. What, Harper Brooks, would you be without me? You are nothing without me. You know it. I know it. All those people about to fill the arena and who will watch it on pay-per-view know it. And the CPW knows it. You, Harper Brooks, are nothing without me.”
Victoria smiles a sly knowing smile, clearly thinking back to every match she and Slingshot Red have had, all the moments that became highlights from the wars they have fought.
“Now, you can argue that I need you more than you need me, but we both know that's not true at all. I could have tortured and tormented anyone on this entire roster. I could have decided to make Francisco Lopez's life a living hell, but as I said, nothing I do to him is going to be as worse as his knowing he's going to fail at his goal of ever being Xtreme Chaos Champion. I could see how many different tones I can make Denni Summers scream in as I lock her in another hold, slap all those screams together and drop it as an album. So many victims, Harper. It does not have to be you. What I can do is hurt people, each worse than the last. I have reserves of creativity I haven't even begun to tap. And I do so want to tap into those reserves.”
“The Serial Killer” smiles, almost like she wants someone to her to tap into those reserves just to let her unleash that kind of carnage.
“We both know that the only reason I am in this match at Damnation And A Day is because our last three matches were some of the most brutal in CPW history. We made history. We brought people in and we made them watch. What, Harper, have you ever been without me? You're a grown women in a costume looking like you should be at a comic convention rather than in a wrestling ring. Oh, you finished Julia Davenport's business with Legion, I guess, after they kept putting you through tables and then you and Avery beat two of them in a match, which I guess somehow counted as beating the whole group, but that was Julia Davenport's fight that she was “too hurt” or too scared to finish on her own. Valiant, but not your fight. Disturbed was Avery's fight, not yours. Mud Mouth was all for beating you right up to King of Chaos, when he actually did. Seems rather sad you never got a chance at the Xtreme Chaos Championship while he held it. Also seems a bit sad you and Avery have never had a shot at the Triple Crown Tag Team Championships. I think your run of matches with Legion was more effort than the tag division has seen in years.”
“Face it, Harper, when they talk about your career, when they talk about the greatest rivalries of your time in wrestling, my name will be the first name they ever mention because I am at the top of the list. Yes, I will face other people, Harper, but we both know I will keep coming back to you again and again and again. You are the hero, and I am the villain.”
Victoria sighs and shakes her head, seeming disappointed.
“That said, this does feel odd, doesn't it? I haven't done anything to you, Avery or your family in weeks. I have made no move against you since the Super Brawl match. And yet, here we are again, facing each other. In many ways, it feels wrong, unnatural somehow. There is a pattern, a certain rhythm to how you and I do things that has been ignored making this whole thing feel unnatural. I do a thing to you,Avery, your family, a friend, someone who you care about, doesn't matter to me as long as it hurts you, you take that personally as your should, and we have a match that becomes a full out knock down, drag out war. That, Avery, is how you and I do this thing, and that rhythm has been broken. So, I don't know what this is.”
“And honestly, in a way, it feels kind of wrong and dirty. Here we are, about to fight, and I have not done anything, recently, to anger or hurt you. So, really, it feels off. I mean, I haven't tried to hit you with a car, or thrown you down stairs, or set you on fire, or I don't know, kill your cat. I don't even know if you and Avery have a cat I could kill, that's how unprepared I was for this. And even then, unless I kill in and use it's blood to repaint your walls, you are not going to know it was me who did it. I mean, I suppose we're at that point if I told you “I killed Mittens” or whatever you and Avery named your cat, you would believe me, because when you consider everything else I've done, it probably tracks. And I don't even know if you own a cat, so I may just break into your place, find a random cat that got in there, which they are known to do somehow, kill it, go on about how I killed your cat, and turns out it was a stray or one of your neighbors' pet and you're standing there confused and I look like a lunatic who murdered someone's pet instead of looking like the lunatic that murdered your pet. Like here we are, Harper, about to face off, one more time, and done nothing to recently antagonize you, and it feels so very wrong to me.”
Victoria moves as close to the windows as she can. She looks down at all the people walking around outside and the cars driving past. She doesn't seem to be focused on any one person, more just taking it all in.
“The German philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche is quoted as saying “You may have enemies whom you hate, but not enemies whom you despise. You must be proud of your enemy: then the success of your enemy shall be your success too.” The thing is, Harper, I know how good you are. I know how tough you are. I know better than anyone in this entire company what you are capable of and I know for a fact that you have not been given the opportunities you have earned and that you deserve. It should have been you and Avery facing Sugar Rush for the Triple Crown Tag Team Championships, not M&M or even Duke Jupiter and Ava. You and Avery. You more than earned it after taking care of Julia's Legion problems for her. But you did not get the opportunity. You should have been at the top of the list to face Mud Mouth, but instead, you were right there with Avery, helping her first off Disturbed. And even after all of that, Avery struggles to find spots, to get opportunities she deserves. I am the only person in the entire CPW who actually cares about you and your success. I want you to succeed. I want you to get better. I want to be there when you become CPW Xtreme Chaos Champion, because as you stand in the ring, raising that title high into the air, the crowd cheering, chanting your name, knowing you reached the very height of this company, I will be the first to beat you with a chair. Whether you, Harper, want to admit it or not, without me, none of these people care about you. Without me, your Air Raid Championship reign would be another wasted, lackluster title reign like so many in the CPW. Too many titles, not enough challengers.”
“Christ, no wonder title reigns last years in the CPW. You've defended the Air Raid Championship four pay-per-view events in a row. I think that's some kind of record to any title that isn't the Xtreme Chaos Championship. Hell, it Stevens or I don't take it off of you, this may be the last defense you have until next year.”
Something strange can be heard in Victoria's voice. It is something never heard in her voice. It almost sounds like it's pity, something Victoria has seemed to be incapable of since the start of her career.
“But, you'll just sit there and smile, proud of the trinket you took off a man who seemed so obsessed with winning it back, only to get bored with it and cast that goal and you aside when he got a shot at an even shinier trinket, the only title that actually means anything in the CPW. Same could be said for Avery. Disturbed wasn't able to beat her, so he decided to go after the only title that means anything to him, his obsession. Sad neither you nor Avery were ever given the same opportunity. And, of course, you'll just smile and accept it, accept no one expects greatness out of you. Because a hero should not be ambitious, should they? No, a hero's goal has to be noble and pure, like slay some great evil or protect others. So, here you are, a mid-carder with potential no one but the psychopath who is wearing your hair as a necklace sees. It's actually kind of pathetic if you think about it. Perhaps my time was wasted attempting to make you matter to anyone, Harper?”
That sound, the pity, if it was indeed pity. Is no longer audible in her voice.
“See, Friedrich Nietzsche has another saying, one that has pretty much summed up our relationship these last two years, and that is perhaps his most famous quote “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” And I have gone above and beyond in that one, because I have certainly tried my hardest. And each and every time, Harper, you get stronger, you get better. But I still see that same weak little wannabe superhero who lost the Elimination Championship to one of the biggest never was the CPW has seen in Brody Stevens, a guy they went on about as being a future star, only to see him walk away twice, and who lost to and you walked away. You left. One lose of a title and you leave. And the only reason you came back is because Julia Davenport convinced you to take care of Legion while she healed a hand injury that should have only taken weeks to heal. So, yes, Harper, I will keep beating the every loving hell out of you, making you stronger and stronger until I am convinced I have made you into something worth the time and effort I have put into making you bleed. And I will keep doing it, Harper, because deep down, you need me to do it. Deep down, you need me to be the villain you can beat.”
“Batman and the Joker. Peter Pan and Captain Hook. Sherlock Holmes and Professor James Moriarty. Professor Charles Xavier and Magneto. Optimus Prime and Megatron. He-Man and Skeletor. Spider-Man and the Green Goblin. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. The Incredible MachSpeed Slingshot Red and Victoria Travis. I will place us among the greats, Harper, even if it kills you., because deep down, you need me to. I will ensure ours is a rivalry people will remember for generations to come.”
“''You may have enemies whom you hate, but not enemies whom you despise. You must be proud of your enemy: then the success of your enemy shall be your success too.'”
“If that is true, then I doubt anyone who considered Matt Stevens an enemy is proud. Really Matt, what is this? This the seventh or tenth time you have attempted to restart your career and reclaim your former glory? How did the previous times work out for you? No. Seriously, I am asking, because they were so damn forgettable that I doubt anyone remembers and I honestly doubt anyone even cares you are back now. You are a blink and you miss it kind of wrestler, Matt, because you come back, and if we blink, next thing we know, you are already out the door and gone. You keep trying and failing to reclaim any past glory you have to the point where it is just sad now. You, Matt Stevens, are a joke at this point, and no one finds you funny.”
She smirks, her voice taking on a mocking tone as she addresses the third participant in this Triple Threat Match, the one that doesn't seem to belong.
“You want to claim you are the “Gift from God,” Matt? Maybe you are. But so are vipers, spiders, sharks, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, the Plague. We would return you, Matt, but no one can find the receipt, customer service won't take you back, we cannot regift you, we just have to put up with you. You are the gift no one asked for and no one wanted, and just when we think we finally got rid of you, you pop like someone just found you buried way the hell in the back of the closet. Every time we think you are finally gone, you pop back up and we are left wondering how much of our time the worthless gift you are is going to waste.”
“As much as I am wondering why I am in this match when I thought Harper and I were done, I am wondering why the hell you are even in this match to begin with. And honestly, all I can come up with, Matt, is because someone in management feels bad for you, and for some reason beyond comprehension, believes that you are going to actually revitalize your career and gave you this shot. Either that, or your loss to Harper was so entertaining someone wanted to see you lose again. But Matt, no one here believes you can actually beat Harper, or me for that matter.”
“I almost feel bad for you, Matt, but, only almost, because someone decided to dump you in the middle of a war. And I do mean a war, because that is what happens whenever Harper and I go into the ring. We don't have matches. We have never actually had a match. Not one. We have full blown wars. Chairs, tables, ladders, thumbtacks, cars, electrical equipment, the barricade, the cold, unforgiving concrete floor, you name it, we have either hit each other with it, or thrown each other through it. By the end of the match, one of us, usually Harper, has been bleeding. That is what you have been thrown into Matt. You are not here because someone thinks you can actually win. We know your best days are long and no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you may want it. You are never going to be even a pale shadow of what you were, Matt Stevens. You are just going to be a victim, collateral damage of the war between myself and Harper Brooks. At least try to crawl away in whatever condition we leave you with some dignity and retire while you have some pride left.”
Victoria turns away from the windows and begins to walk through the arena. She seems focused on something as she walks. She steps out into the stands, looking over the interior of the AT&T Stadium where the stage for Damnation And A Day has been set. She looks out over the Elimination Chamber that sits on the floor. Whether she is imagining herself inside the chamber herself or just in the ring is unknown. She just stares down at it.
“So here we are, Harper, one more time after what we thought was the final time, one more shot to hurt you, to make you suffer and bleed. The Air Raid Championship means nothing to me. That's why Matt's here. That's what he wants to take from you. For me, it's a trinket, a prize I get to take after beating you like a piñata, or pounding you like a Whack-A-Mole game, take your pick really. You, Harper and I have fought so many wars. Time to see if you have one more left in you, or if this is the night I leave you broken. Or I just have to settle for tearing Matt's arm and stopping his latest return meaning anything at all and send him back under whatever rock he likes to crawl out from every few weeks.”
“The Serial Killer” looks up and glances around the arena before looking down at the ring and the Elimination Chamber.
“This, Harper, Matt, is where we go to war. Let's see who survives.”
She turns and laughs that cold, cruel, sadistic, insane laugh of hers and walks away as the scene fades out.