Backstage we find Dolly Waters sitting against a wall, leaning her neck into an ice pack. She’s gassed and struggling to pull herself from the floor when suddenly- -

flash-flash-flash

The cracks of a flashing camera blind her,

Dolly! How’s it goin? How’s it feel being defeated in such an embarrassing fashion again? After talking so much trash against people who ignored you? Your sole purpose was to beat Mark Flynn, and he completely ignored you!

Chaz Blinbar, the photographer for paparazzi magazine who’s been harassing her for weeks now closes in, the condescending tone of his “concern” Is this healthy for you, Dolly? dropping like bombs on her senses. you must feel awful. are you considering retiring? Giving up forever?

The ice pack slides away from Dolly’s neck and slaps against the floor as her head straightens. Her expression is washed , her wide eyes dilating under the barrage of flashes from Chaz’s camera.

As XWF security pulls Chaz away from Dolly, her gaze remains unmoved. Even an involuntary twitch from the corner of her mouth does little to break her from the trance she’s under. Instead, she pushes her lips together and begins whistling ‘ode to joy’, her eyes unmoved as she pulls something sentimental from her pocket.



Her chariot to The Revelry…