Liz is seen in the locker-room accompanied by Mystica, Nightmare, and JTC all standing around as if they have nothing to do. Liz gets this frustrated look on her face and stands on the bench.

Liz: What the hell are you guys doing? Our biggest match yet is on Wednesday and you're just standing around. Do you realize who we're facing? Michael McBride, Rebel, Sincere Lee Wild, and Charlotte Dyson. The latter being a wildcard because no one knows what she brings to the table. So do something here. None of you deserve to be put out the first round, so act like it.

I stand there shaking my head as I look at Liz as I speak my mind because I'm not afaird to.

"Excuse Me... Miss Liz... First of all I was told to meet you all here. Now if this is all then this was a complete waste of my god damn time. I could be still in the gym training for this match. Now if there isn't a valued reason for me being here I got some club business to take care of and then more training."

As I walked a little closer to the door. As I look at her and the other two.

"I don't like it being told what to do young lady. I do not take orders from no one! I'm only here to win this whole damn thing and no one and I mean no one is going to stop the rise of the biker era. Now are we done here or do I need to stand here and listen to some more 'peep' talk?"

As I stand there seeing what happen next.

Liz chuckles at the words spoken by JTC.

How are you going to win if you can't get past round one? You can't do it alone, and right now, it's obvious that we are not on the same page. Especially after your semi outbreak. Yet you care more about your "club" that's 3 men strong. Then you say you don't like being told what to do, so I'll tell you what not to do. Don't come to San Diego on Wednesday and make a fool of yourself, me, Mystica, or Nightmare. Don't think your better than either of us, because in actuality you aren't. And finally, DON'T think that you're too good to be brought down, because even Sebastian Duke took a back track last week.

"Way to get fired up, still won't help you."

Liz looks out of her rear view, and see's Charlotte Dyson for the first time. She bites her bottom lip seductively and hops off the bench.

And you are? Oh wait, you don't have to tell me. You're Charlotte Dyson, and what makes you special is you debut against, well against us. But what I don't seem to understand is why are you intruding to well to MY land. Don't you have an Irishmen to bathe or help a man lead a rebellion? What can you possibly want with us? Besides trying to "scope" us out before our big match. Good luck with that, I'm not as sweet and delicate as I look.

"Nor am I. As for the Irishman....your guess is as good as mine sweetcheeks."

Charlotte walks around her looking her up and down, playing off the things she's observed and read. She reaches over and smacks her ass.

"Because cutie pie, I have a secret weapon."

Liz smiles, intrigued by everything this "Queen" has to say.

You're a secret in yourself. I have no idea what to expect, but then again, neither do you.

"I knew you would be intrigued. I am a bit of a mystery. But I am also her to see these fine gentleman you have on your team."

She leans next to Liz's ear.

"I hear that Mystica one has that crazy girl Alexandra for a girlfriend. You know what they say. Love makes a man weak."

Yeah, well he better get his head in the fucking game. It's gonna be quite embarrassing for his girlfriend of sorts to pass on to round two, while he is left in the dumps.

Charlotte chuckled softly.

"Perhaps after all this is done, we will have drinks."

Maybe, but for now, you're competition, and I have to escort you out so you we can game-plan.

Liz steps to the side leaving a clear path to the door, for Charlotte.

This has been quite intriguing to say the least, my dear, but I must bid you are farewell.

"Farewell everyone, good luck."

Liz watches her leave, smiling.

I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.

She closes the door behind Charlotte and turns around to see her team, looking as if they had nothing to do. All she can do is shake her head in disappointment.