The camera pans through the XWF's main locker room, seemingly empty, until the camera reaches Ann Thraxx leaning in a corner.

CM Punk....... Ha.......

A smirk, but one of anger, spreads across Ann's face.

You bastard. I simply can't stand you. You sicken me with words of how you're better than me, how I'll be your disciple.... Pitiful!...... I'll be no such thing. Not today, nor tomorrow, nor six years from now!..... Your senseless words are merely annoying, you imbred drug-fucked lunatic..... Oh, I know you're "straight-edge".... But did I stutter!?...... We all know it's just a sheet you hide behind to make your public image better. You're not straight-edge, you're a PHONY........ But, even after all that's happened lately, I'm not focused on you, Punk. Nor you, Kate. Nor Madison, nor , nor Duke!....... I'm coming straight after YOU, N.A.Z.I...... That's right, Nathaniel..... You think you can shedule a match and have your little buddies help you? Well not this time. Black Circle got the upper hand on me once, but history won't repeat itself, and you'll be on your knees begging me to stop the brutal beating that's making you bleed and cry in front of me. And I'll only laugh! Hahahahaha....Hah...... Haaaah...........

Ann smiles, looking happier now. An evil happy, for sure, but that appears to be Ann's favourite emotion.

I've told you a few times, but I'm willing to say it again. I don't feel fear. I haven't since the age of six. Fell from a swingset, and hit my head on a rock. That's what triggered it, and supposedly triggered my sadistic nature. I disagree. I'd say it was that mother-fucking cock-sucker who killed my best friend in high school. My life's a fucking tragedy story, so I really don't care for your mind games..... Or ABOUT your mind games.

To sum up our match this Saturday, I can only give one word....... Revenge. I don't want you to submit. I don't want to knock you out. I want you to cry, beg and run in FEAR..... Don't act like you can't feel fear, we all know you can. Hell, you look like a scared little bitch just in appearance. Now, I'll admit this. You're a great wrestler....... But so am I. And if I can't rely on that, I'll rely on weapons....... Well, I'll use them anyway, of course. But not only that, I have Mystery in my corner....... No idea why the hell it was booked that way, but I won't argue. Whatever means I can hand out more of a merciless beating on your sick and twisted ass. You're racist, and clearly you're sexist too. But I think we'll be on the same page once I cut off your manhood and ship it away to Portugal via airmail....

Ann laughs.

You think I'm joking? Just fucking try me! I have a pair of scissors in my back pocket. A couple 'snip snip's and you'll be wishing you were never a part of the Black Circle Society of Ass-Kissers!..... And you know what? I might just come after the rest of you motherfuckers!

Ann gets up, spends about 20 seconds prying a loose piece of wood from a bench in the lockerroom.... Shen she holds it up, smiling.

I guess it's goodbye for now..... See you Saturday, Mother-Fucker!

She spins the plank of wood a few times, and smashes it through the camera lense, ending her little backstage promo.