A camera comes up on Alexandra Callaway who’s staring coldly into the camera. She's sitting in a throne, she breaks the cold stare, twirling a piece of her long red hair around her finger. The top of the throne has a Phoenix on it, it's wings spread open as if it is soaring high above the ground.

“Peter Gilmour….Peter Gilmour is the perpetual thorn in my side. He cost me the chance to win the trio titles and then, when his team wins due to Casey’s brilliance and hard work, he wants to claim the win was because of him. Peter Gilmour has done more than his fair share of pissing people off.”

She shook her head, Alexandra’s eyes flash a dark color. It’s clear that she’s angry about what happened to her team at Lethal Lottery.

“Well not anymore. I will not stand for it. I am done letting want to be pathetic excuses, like Peter Gilmour get all the glory around here. Peter your team won Lethal Lottery, not you by yourself. I'm sure that any one of your so called teammates would lay your ass out for a chance to win this Lethal Lottery.”

Alexandra holds one finger up.

"How about this, after Lethal Lottery, we settle up the score, and deal with our issues once and for all? That is unless you are too afraid to face me. Too afraid that you'll get beat up by a woman. Either nut up and accept my challenge, or I'll make your life here a living hell, I'll be your own waking nightmare. I will be a plague upon you the likes of which you have never experienced before."

Alexandra smirks and licks her lips before continuing.

"I have just the match in mind. A very painful match, for you that is. A submission match in an electrified cage, that cage is attached to a countdown timer, which will be set at seven minutes. At seven minutes the cage will catch on fire, and we both will be trapped inside of it until a winner is decided."

She leans forward in her throne, smirking again.

"What do you say to that, pussy? I await your answer."

She sits back in the throne a big smirk crossing her face.