Scene One - Three Months Ago . . .

Avarice had been stalking, finding any and all information regarding the man known as Simon Sykes. She had slowly picked apart his past starting from their last day of high school together all the way up to his joining the PWE. She had found everything, with time, seduction, intimidation, and cut-throat tactics. She sat in her small loft, sitting on the floor, surrounded with a pile of information. She had tracked him down to the cities he was going to, and slowly closing in. She looked around the small loft, dimly lit, and piled with boxes of items, and letting her hands fall to the rough ground below her, smirking and reveling in her discoveries.

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: So close dear Simon, so close I am to finding you again. And then, you and I shall be each other’s sanity.

Anna stood up slowly, looking across from her and smiling, looking at a clear box - what looks like a Shadowbox - with an old outfit, with a picture and a label, covered with dust and grime. She smirked with a slight sadist’s gleam, and slowly stepped out of the room and into the coldness of the night.

Scene Two - Last Week . . .

Anna finally had Simon where she wanted him, in her arms, and under her spell. She was content, to be around him once again, her plans unveiling perfectly to have some semblance of sanity again. She had left the hotel room that fateful night, after of course sealing his loyalty to her, feeling enriched, alive for once in what seemed to be a long time. And after getting to show what she could do to the world’s stage, easily dismantling and disabling the man known as Christian Cage, she was hyped up and ready for who lay before her. She had been briefed on the past between her opponent and her Si-ko, and now she would be able to do his work and destroy the man.

Scene Three- This Week . . .

Anna sat in the locker room that she was sharing with Si-ko. They had just arrived to the arena to warm up and train, get a feel for the ring and get Anna acclimated with the way things worked in the PWE. She had never actively wrestled in a ring before, thus she needed to learn the ropes. They had spent the morning bouncing between the ropes, getting pacing, distance, and speed down, even doing a bit of work on balance on the turnbuckles, anything to mentally and physically prepare her for her first match as a professional athlete. Anna was wearing only her bra, nursing the bruises and cuts the ropes had made into her side. Simon was at her side, with a bottle and a cotton rag, pouring a clear liquid to the rag, then dragging it across her side. Anna hissed in pain, as the peroxide bubbled on her skin, burning as it cleansed the wounds.

'Si-ko' Simon Sykes :: Oh hush now … it doesn’t hurt that much … I thought you liked it when people got hurt.

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: Aaaaah. Usually It doesn’t involve searing pain in my side! Most people never get close enough to inflict that kind of pain on me.

'Si-ko' Simon Sykes :: Well that bastard Dragon’s going to get pretty damn close when you tear him apart this week Anna. You gotta be ready in case he somehow manages to hit you.

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: He isn’t going to get a chance to hurt me. You hate him … thus he must die. There’s no other way around that. We can’t have someone talking down to you and trying to belittle you. That’s just not the right way things are supposed to go. Oh no baby … it’s time that I help you shove a little bit more fear down the gullets of these people. They owe you respect. They will end up giving it to you.

Simon dressed her wound, not without leaning in to bite at her unharmed flesh roughly, making a groan escape her lips in the process. She looked at him and tilted her head back.

'Si-ko' Simon Sykes :: I’m not worried about me Anna. Have you heard what he’s said about you? He’s called you a Hooker. He’s compared you to some … vagabond street walker! He shows you no respect even though you obliterated Christian Cage.

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: Yes … I know all this Simon. I was beside you when he said it. But do not worry. He only wishes I were such a tramp so that he could write off the knowledge that I will end up destroying him. Perhaps he’s harping on experience with hookers, who knows. But all I know, is that when I am done with him, the only dynamics he will know, are the dynamics of physical therapy. He will be going through a good bit of it when I get through with his mutilated carcass.

'Si-ko' Simon Sykes :: Now see, this is what I like to hear …

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: He wants to call me a whore? He wants to compare me to some … gutter swine that has to wait for some man to make a living? Pathetic. He’s nothing but a little boy that likes to call the mean lady stealing his little prize a witch … well baby I don’t need to put a spell on him to beat him, I only need my bare hands to rip him apart. This thanksgiving he will be served up on a platter for you darling … dismantled and bloody, just the way you like them.

Simon slid his hands along her hips, grinning wolfishly at her to continue.

'Avarice' Anna Lawson :: He wants to talk big, but he knows nothing about where I am from, and what I can do. What I did to Christian Cage was only a small preview of the devastation I am capable of. He will know pain and know agony when I am done with him. For through Avarice Evil truly sings … and I will make sure he feels every stinging note as I beat the knowledge of darkness into his corpse one … blow … at a time … and it will be the only blow that he would ever have a chance of receiving from me … or any woman with half a brain really. Most people stay away from scum like him out of habit. But enough about that ... we have work to do Simon ... lets get patched up and get back to work. I will not let one moment of respite keep me from being ready for my world-debut match ... it's time to set the world aflame, baby.

Anna grinned over at Simon, as she locked a hand at his neck, both sharing the same evil look from one to another as the scene faded.