The scene slowly opens to a small and darkened room merely lit from the glow of a small television. From the only window visible the view is that of a solid and solitary brick wall, giving the impression of a tiny apartment or hotel room. The only other piece of furniture in the tiny room is a steel chair opened in the middle of the room, directly in front of the television. As the glare of the television fills the room, it shows the silhouette of what appears to be a woman, presumably elderly, hunched over leaning against what looks like a cane from the luminous light. The images reciting from the television appear to be shocking scenes from the past few weeks, mainly Kaylenna's domination and utter humiliations of Wolverina. With the camera positioned behind the lady in the chair, it soon begins to pan itself around the room, wrapping itself around to behind the television. As it focuses around the illusion of the person on the chair it soon comes into reality; it’s not an old woman hunched over a cane but, rather, Wolverina leaned over a splitting maul, a weapon she picked up along the way to be a peacemaker, gritting her teeth and glaring forward at the screen.

"Surely the LORD had forsaken me."

Leaning back on the chair, she keeps the splitting maul held tightly in both hands and lays it gently across her lap, still allowing the footage in front of her to continue to show.

"That was my thought as I trudged out of the hosptial room a few nights ago. Once again I had been left humiluated and violtaed at the hands of a woman who is the sum of all that I oppose. This time she didn't stop at merely attacking me after my win, she branded me for life with a burning cattle prod. Her name will forever be etched into my life, quite literally, and there's nothing I can do about it. No matter how many times I beat her from now until the end of time, no matter what I accomplish in my career, the mark on my body that she left will always be there. I couldn't fathom why God would allow such a thing to happen. I still can't fathom it. Is this just a test he's throwing at me? If it is, how can one pass such a test? He works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform, but what wonder is to be performed out of this? Is he turning me over to the wicked vixen like he once did the Israelites to Egypt? I don't know the answers to these things but I do know that another part of me has been awakened."

Wolfie raises the remote control and puts the television on pause. The glow from the screen densely highlights the darkest features on the woman's face like a flashlight under the face when telling a horror story. Unfortunately, Wolverina's tales seem to reek of too true reality.

"This other side scares me. It doesn't have joy, joy, joy down in its heart. But in a weird kind of way it is needed. See, Kaylenna is the type of person that can not be reasoned with even through defeat inside the ring. She is a rare breed that fills an entire division with fear, and in doing so poisons it. Fighting fire with fire is the only recourse with her."

Lifting up the splitting maul, Wolverina slings it heavily across her shoulders resting it across them. Her normally sweet and innocent grin is replaced with a solemn expression. Tonight, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t happy. The People's Princess lifts her head and eyes skyward and closes them.

"That is why I come to you now my LORD. For one night only I do not seek you out for blessing and protection. I offer you no plea for forgiveness or victory inside the ring. No, verily I say unto you hide thy face from me, God. At Cyberslam your loyal servant will shed away her righteous skin and cast it aside. The very joy and passion and love you have allowed in my heart I will empty before I step through those curtains. God, if you look upon me that night you will never be able to forgive me for what I am going to do. My hands will be drenched in the blood of the great transgressor. The vixen's skin shall be grated away and wrapped around my very fingers. The monopoly of barbaric brilliances that have long been dormant in my mind I will allow to rise and flood through the barrier you have put up. Every thing you have built into me shall be put aside for one night and replaced with hatred, and I will indulge in it, and get drunk off the plight of the evil one that has ruled over me since my first day in XWA. I am doing this out of love for you, Father. Allow me this for one night. Amen."

Standing up, Wolverina swings the splitting maul back around into both hands as the camera pans around quickly revealing the scene she paused upon. Staring back at the lightened and smiling face of Kaylenna Parks flashing on the television screen, the People's Princess cocks it back with the axed edge pointing up and aimed on target.

"Kaylenna Parks, I am out of forgiveness, out of patience, and out of my FUCKING mind.... and you, are out of time. You've picked your poison, and at Cyberslam I'm going to administer the doses."

On cue, Wolfie swings the maul down crashing it against the television, imploding the set causing a sudden explosion of sparks and pieces before sending the scene to utter darkness.