Alexandra sat in a high backed chair that resembled a throne. Now where this location was no one knew for sure. She sat back with a smile on her face, before chuckling softly at the attempt that was Cam Lang's promo. He was being the hypocritical bastard that most men are. Shaking her head she sat forward a little and began to speak, looking directly into the camera.



"You start right off the bat, by saying that I would or should take out Eli James, because we have a match next week. I'm sorry, but that's not the kind of person to do that. If I face a champion and beat them, then I will know that I have beaten them at their best. And I think that's far better than a half assed win over an injured champion."

Alexandra chuckles for a moment before speaking again.

"Sad thing about this is.. you seem to be in a crumbling stable. Where is your partner? Huh? Have either of you conversed in the slightest about your match? Have you had the time to work out a game plan? Have you had the chance to talk at all? I think the truth of it is, your partner left you to handle this, because he's afraid. He's afraid of me."

Alexandra slips from the throne and makes her way over to a bowl of blood. She dips her finger tips into it and smears the blood from the top left side of her face down to bottom right side. Three perfectly straight lines.

"Born in blood, bathed in night...tonight is my right."

Alexandra smirks, looking through the blood at the camera.

"You say that I'm not intelligent, I seem to keep proving that I am the best at what I do. And what I do isn't very pretty. I plan on beating you to a blood pulp and leaving your ass laying in a pool of your own blood, after I pin you, I'll stand above you, like the Queen I am, and look down on your fallen body."

With that she knocks the camera over and walks away.