Charlotte heard from a friend that D. Shadows had actually taken the time to speak on their match, and she knew she'd have to answer in the like. She found a camera crew who weren't really doing anything and decided to have a little fun with them. After all, isn't that what life was about.. having fun. She found a spot, leaned against her car and turned to the camera.


"You know what D. I find it funny that you talk about my friends and I like you know everything. Ally would be my friend no matter what my choices in life are. Perhaps you are just to blinded by her beauty. You can't resist the urge to want to bang her. But she wont give you the time of day. She's too busy playing house with Griffin MacAlister to give a shit about you. I wonder what Griffin would do if I told him that you want to bang Ally. Perhaps I should give him a call."

Charlotte shook her head, knowing that D would use whatever lowlife tactics he could to try and shake her. Nothing was going to work. She pulled out her cellphone and shook it towards the camera.

"You are right, Wyatt has kids. I know that you dumb shit. He also has a wife, but the last I checked, he leaves her all alone, and comes to me every night. So excuse me, but your assumptions are bullshit and you didn't do your research. I know a lot of stuff about Wyatt that you could never know or even understand. Wyatt and I, we are fate. We were meant to find each other."

She couldn't help herself. It was time for her to wake this little stoner punk up.

"Okay, so what, now you want to crack on my image. Funny, I look nothing like that photo you showed. Nice manipulation darlin', but it's not going to bother me. You want to continue to run off at the mouth and say that I had the respect of my peers, that everyone loved me. NO ONE loved me. You may have thought you did. But it was only a desire for my body. You wanted the picture perfect woman. A chick with fake tits, a fake ass, and fake hair. You want to say that I was perfect, what the fuck was I thinking wearing that outfit. But you know what, Wyatt saw something you all didn't. Wyatt saw the demon underneath. He saw the pure talent, unhampered by years of men like you and Michael McBride. He saw someone who thought as he did. He saw a ghost, a vision of his past that came back. He saw fate. He saw in me something he doesn't see in anyone else. An equal, a soulmate."

Charlotte lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before snuffing it out on the dirt floor beneath her boot.

"I didn't become a racist because of Wyatt. I was silent, I kept my thoughts to myself, and I bit my tongue. I always had these thoughts. My mind is my own. It has been expanded from spending time with him. I see things in a different light, but that doesn't mean that he made me a puppet. If anything he liberated me. He showed me that I didn't need to be rescued or saved. He showed me that I don't need a man by my side twenty-four seven in order to live my life. But keep running off at the mouth about Wyatt, I'm sure he would love to oblige you. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind kicking your ass. Get him warmed up for his next match."

Charlotte shoots the camera a nice little smirk as she thinks out her next few comments, wanting to make them good.

"Have you been thinking unpure thoughts about my man? Is that what this is about, you wanna get a taste of the Reynolds dick? Well you can just forget about that stoner, it's not gonna happen. Quit jocking on the mens nuts around here. They aren't going to fuck you. Since you are so big on showing off pictures, lets see this one."


She pulls up a picture of D. Shadows making out with some guy. From the look on his face, it was clear that he didn't want anyone to know his little secret, but now it was out there for everyone to see.

"Well Well ladies, there you go. The sad truth for all of you. D Shadows is of the other variety. He would rather suck on a mans dick than fuck a pussy. Beware of this man ladies, he's no good for you. He'll ruin you. But enoughs enough, I've had it with you. After our match tonight, I'll make it my personal duty to show you that you have messed with the wrong woman. You praise Michael McBride so much... but funny thing... I beat him. Didn't I? I put him and his little negro friend out for the count. Damn. It must really suck having a crush on your hero, and realizing that he's a gigantic waste of space. Do us all a favor, smoke a bowl and don't show up to our match. You show up, I'm going to make sure you don't forget it when I say 'I'm the baddest fucking bitch XWF has ever seen.'. I, Charlotte Dyson will cleanse you, and bathe you in your own blood. See you on Madness."

With that Charlotte walked over into the waiting arms of Wyatt Reynolds who had been standing off camera. The camera followed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the two of them shared a rather sexy and passionate kiss, as the scene faded from view.