The scene opened with Steve Sayors standing there with Razor Blade, The crowd cheering at the sight of The American Nightmare. Of course, you could see Razor had his ribs bandaged up from the
attack by Summer Page earlier and despite that attack and the injuries that he's sustained because of it was still insistent on competing here this week.

Steve Sayors: Razor, we're all still trying to piece together what happened earlier today when you
were randomly and viciously attacked by Summer Page.

Razor would grit his teeth at the mention of the Woman's name.

Steve Sayors: Now we're being told that Summer Page has been removed Page from the building and she's
no longer here, however, we know that's not stopped people before. Are you at all concerned that
Page may make an appearance during your match this week.

Razor shook his head.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm not concerned, Steve. Not one bit, did Summer catch you off guard
eariler this week? Yeah. was I not prepared for it? Well, I most certainly wasn't prepared for a Handy-cap  Spoiled, that i had called out... The Spolied. But a Bad Chick is what I got. if Summer Page's
intentions were to take me out well then she's already failed at doing so, because here i am
still standing and still competing here this week. this heart that beats inside of my chest, won't stop, can't be stopped. All Summer Page has done is made an enemy out of The American nightmare
and Ms. Page is going to get his comeuppance and it is going to be at my hand.

Razor would clutch his ribs slightly, having gotten a little heated as he was talking.

Steve Sayors: this week you face Summer Page. in a Handy-cap match women whom you know
very well.

Razor nodded

American nightmare| Razor Blade: That I do. I've known Summer Page for many, many years.
I'd like to think there's mutual respect between us. sure we're both driven by competitiveness and
both of us want to be the
absolute best and occasionally that's likely to put us on a collision course. Now, Summer Page? she's
a Spoiled, woman that grew up idolizing, she's a mentor. she is a woman that I have the utmost respect
for. it is going to be an honor, and a privilege to a one-on-two with The Summer, here this week. but
we've got our work cut
out for us, don't we?

Razor chuckled slightly for the first time.

Steve Sayors:  you guys are facing each other in a Handy-cap Match to see who gets a shot for
Auoroa and Lucy's XWF Tag team Championship at the next Warfare.

Razor would nod.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: The XWF. Everyone of course knows the history that I share
with both Summer Page and Lucy and Aurora. A history that is just... too sweet yo ignore.

Another chuckle escaped Razor's lips as he raised his hand up, kissing his fingers before producing a
little ' too sweet' hand gesture.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: But I'm not going to let that history stand in the way here last month. WarGames has come and gone and now we're well on our way towards The Holidays this week isn't about Summer Page, despite the fact almost all of us are on Summer Page and Aurora Lucy with the exception of Page. it's
about getting momentum, it's about our own singular goals and I don't need to repeat what my
goals are here. this week,  Summer...  Page Lucy and Aurora stand in the way of that goal and despite the injuries that I've sustained here this week... I'm still going to give it
everything that I have here this week. if you'll indulge me, Steve... i have a little message for one...
Summer Page.

Razor licked  his lips before letting out a sigh as he turned his head.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: you think you broke me? you are going to find out that I am
not so easily breakable that i just keep getting treated like trash but I always getting back up
and that you can never keep me down. she started a War, Summer... I
just hope that you know what you've gotten yourself into, because there's no backing out now.
if this really what you want? A Handy-Cap match with a American Storm,  you've got one!

Scene fades where Razor heads back to his locker room before Anarchy