"The Red Forest Kills, it devours from beneath. The great beast will come up from the ground, and devour" The words of the medicine man rang in her ears as she drove down the freeway towards her hotel, there was only going to be one stop on the way. If this was to be her last night on this earth, the last night she'd have alive. She'd spend it in Wyatt's arms. However this was not the case. True, some may think it is, but it's not meant to end this way. Charlotte not meant to end this way, she was meant for more than this. The amulet she wore from the medicine man, would protect her. The Deadly Red Forest awaited her and Kristy. The Red Forest is to be the battle ground, it mattered not to Charlotte. Charlotte would come out on top, because Reynolds are winners, and she would soon be a Reynolds too. She was already one at heart and that's what mattered. She didn't need the piece of paper to tell her what she already felt. When it came to Wyatt, her heart was set. As for her match, she would show Krusty Kristy Jackson, just what Morbid meant when he called her 'Wyatt's Bitch'. Kristy Jackson would witness this first hand, what it was like when you stepped into the ring with with a Reynolds. She flipped on the recording of Kristy's radio interview for her match against Kid Ant.

"Oh god is this kid for real? Does she think she's that intimidating? I can't wait to show her exactly what Morbid Angel and everyone else meant by I am Wyatt's bitch. Her attempted at getting people to like her, to get the people to rally behind her. This Kristy girl is a fucking joke, and I will make easy work of her in Chernobyl. It's so fucking cute how much she had to bring me up in her little promo. She needs to focus on her opponents, and not concern herself with little old me, until Chernobyl."

Wyatt's rage had rubbed off on Charlotte. Quite a few people said she had changed and perhaps she had changed. But change was good especially when it led you to a man as intelligent, as sexy, and as violent, as Wyatt Reynolds. D Shadows, Michael McBride and John Black all had found out what it was like to tangle with her. She was just as violent as Wyatt, then her showing of loyalty on Madness a few weeks back, and her constant watching Wyatt's back, proved that she was a force not to be reckoned with. When it came to violence for the sake of violence, Charlotte had no problem causing bloodshed.

"Who does this girl think she is? Does that snail trail actually think she has what it takes to dethrone me? No. She can't. She's not a Reynolds. She will never be the same caliber of woman that I am. She couldn't take down Kimmy K on a bad day. Kristy is going to regret ever mouthing off to me like she thought she was something. She is simply nothing more than eye candy, with minimum talent and a pair of tits. She's not even pretty, she's a horse face that should have been ended with the rest of the bottom feeders and lowlife scum of this company."

Charlotte drove off the main road into middle of an open field, the stars flying over her head. Slipping out of the car, she laid on the hood, thinking about the match at hand, the location. The Red Forest had begun to take over the buildings that once surrounded it, as if nature was trying to hide, the hidden beast inside, much like Charlotte used to do with her own facade when she first arrived. But Wyatt saw through that. He saw potential. Hopping off the hood of her car, she slides back into the drivers seat and pulls back onto the main road, with thoughts of Wyatt, and the bloodshed that will ensue at Chernobyl.

To be continued....