OOC- Sorry for the no show the other week, I made sure to get something up this time. Some here may not know but I've been fostering several cats for a Rescue I work for and this week I just got five more kittens and a Mama cat who just got fixed. On top of already having another Mom cat and her 4 babies, and one healing male cat who had scratched his ears open so bad he had huge gashes behind his ears because of ear mites. So I've been a bit busy to say the least juggling work on top of taking care of them. Anyways, welcome to the fed Brook, hope you like it here!

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A black Cadillac Escalade with dark tinted windows pulled into the arena parking garage. Once the vehicle was parked in a spot, the engine cut off and the doors opened up. Out came Michael Dante first from the back passengers side of the car. He stretched his arms out and yawned as Zahra and Tommy End both stepped out of the car next. Tommy walked around from the driver's side to the back hatch of the car, pulling out their suitcases. Zahra walked over and grabbed her's as the trio began to head into the building. Michael Dante pulled open one of the double metal doors and held it for Tommy and Zahra. They all entered and headed down the hallway to find their locker room for the night. After stopping a backstage hand and asking for some directions, the group managed to find their spot. Once settled in, Michael Dante headed out to get in a work out and hit up catering, Tommy and Zahra both elected to stay behind. Tommy sat on a small black leather couch and began to dig in his gear bag for his gear. Zahra sat down on the wooden bench set up near the locker cubbies, also digging into her gear bag. Tommy looked over at her for a moment before speaking up.

Tommy: Hey... you doing okay?

Zahra furrowed her eye brow in an inquisitive manner and looked up at him.

Zahra: Yeah... why..?

Tommy shrugged his shoulders casually.

Tommy: I'm just checking in on you. Knowing that Havoc is back in America working with AEW, and everything that happened... well, you've been a bit quiet. So I was just checking in.

Zahra sighed and slouched her shoulders, digging her makeup bag out of her gear bag and setting it down on the bench beside her.

Zahra: I try not to really think about it. I just get mad... but that's just part of it. It's something I just have to deal with. I'll be fine. One day anyways..

Tommy: Well just know I'm here for you if you ever need to talk.

Zahra smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

Zahra: Thanks Tommy, you've always been so amazing to me. I don't know what I'd do without you.. honestly.

Tommy smiled at her.

Tommy: I could say the same about you.

It was Zahra's turn to smile back at him.

Tommy: So I heard you are in a match against Rebecca tonight?

Zahra: Yeah, her third match back. I think we can put on a pretty good match tonight, we always have in the past. She makes a great face, we all know I'm not built to hold that position. I've always been comfortable in a heel role. Me being the baby face is just plain weird. It's nice to have a huge baby face like Becky to balance out my "ultimate evil" heel character. She's the light and I'm the dark. Although I'm still going to kick her ass.

Zahra laughed softly.

Tommy: Do you think this may lead into anything? Maybe a feud for the title or anything?

Zahra: I have no idea, creative hasn't really told me very much. I think they are maybe testing the waters with this match first to see if it gets a strong enough reaction from the crowd that they may end up running with it. I guess we'll see after tonight.

Tommy: You know more about your creative direction right now than I do. I've tried to get answers, pitched many ideas.. I'm just left waiting to hear something. Meanwhile wrestling matches that lead to nothing.. it's.. it's frustrating.

Zahra nodded in agreement.

Zahra: I feel that. Last year we were unstoppable, we were on top of the world if felt like. This year... this year has been so different. Off. I feel we had to take a backseat because of the Miz/AJ program.

Tommy: Yeah. Well, Jim up and leaving didn't help. Creative basically stopped giving a shit about that time and now any momentum we had has dwindled.

Zahra: I know... it's aggravating but we'll work through it. We always do. Maybe things will look up a little more now.

Tommy: Yeah.. one can hope I suppose.

Zahra: Well, I'm gonna grab a quick shower. I know you feel like you're stuck in the mid card of doom right now, but keep going. Just kill it out there. It's what I'm going to do with Becky. It's not the first time we've stepped in the ring together, and I'm sure it won't be the last... but I can at least try and make it one of my best matches in the mean time and hope it finally lead to something again.

Tommy nodded and seemed to ponder over her words. Zahra headed off for the shower and the scene faded to a commercial break.

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The scene opened up in a dark abandoned warehouse, the only light source was a fire burning inside of a metal trash can. It was quite evident that the old building had seen better days, and was now left to rot in on itself. A crunch noise echoed out, sounding of boots stepping on broken glass as a feminine figure walked out of the shadows slowly. The slim figure was dressed in dark clothing, along with long raven black hair, making the details a bit hard to make out a first. That was until she stepped towards the fire. It was revealed to be none other than EBWF Women’s Champion, Zahra Schreiber.

The trash can fire crackled, sending a few embers up into the air. Zahra didn’t even react or back away from the embers, but simply stared down into the fire with intense, dark brooding eyes. She ripped up a few pieces of what appeared to be paper of some sort, and tossed it into the fire, adding a little more tender to keep the flame burning.

Zahra: A million faces, each a million lies. Far too many useless bodies have stepped into this business and instantly ran their mouth about being the very best.. It’s a phrase that has been used over.. and over.. and over.. again. A phrase that no longer carries any real meaning, just more worthless fodder spewing from the mouths of the brainless. They all claim they are the best and we’ve never seen anything like them before..Yet they have proved absolutely nothing. They are in this company for all of 5 seconds and already shoving their foot in their mouths. Biting off more than they can possibly chew.. Alexa Bliss, Charlotte Flair.. Zelina Vega, Shaul Guerrero.. and my next victim.. Becky Lynch.

Zahra smirked at the name and ripped up some more pieces of paper, dropping them into the fire.

Zahra: I’ve already done this song and dance with Becky and it’s quite clear she has learned nothing. All last year.. I completely dominated the Women’s division.. Hell, I still continue to do so. Apparently Becky has already forgotten the ass kicking I’ve handed her over and over again. I thought that’s why she left the company so hastily, only to return for more? She’s a glutton for punishment.. That.. I will give her.

The camera panned back a little more to reveal that Zahra was shredding up Becky Lynch 8x10’s. Inside the trash can appeared to be other Becky Lynch merchandise. Zahra’s eyes rose up to look directly into the camera.

Zahra: Becky Lynch walks around here with her head held high for now.. She’s undefeated in her return, but she’s had a rather light schedule if we’re being brutally honest. Liv Morgan? Torrie Wilson? Don’t make me laugh. Becky.. Perhaps I’ve delivered the Curb Stomp a little to roughly in the past, and you’ve simply forgotten the kind of opponent I am. I am the Queen of fucking Darkness! I am your worst nightmare in flesh form. I will rip you open and watch you bleed out, gasping for air until your pupils dilate and your life force slips from your body. I will bathe in your blood, offering you up as a sacrifice for the greater good. I have a higher purpose in my work.. You’re simply here for a paycheck and fifteen minutes of fame.

“The Man”.. what a pathetic moniker. Men are stupid.. And inferior. They are mentally weak, the lesser sex.. Slaves to their own sex drive, distracted by the superficial and endlessly chasing the flesh. A man cannot tolerate pain like a woman can. Women endure. Men complain. Why you would want to be called “The Man” in the first place escapes me.. But either way, this WOMAN is going to take THE MAN down! I have all of Legion behind me, and while we’ve been laying low, we are more than ready to strike at any moment in time. You can’t get rid of us, we’ve already proved that in the past. Don’t believe me? Go ahead and ask Wes Ikeda, or the Miz.. or Aiden English, Marty Scurll.. Or that worthless pile of shit, Jimmy fuckin’ Havoc. None of them were safe from us, and none of you are safe now.

Zahra slid her tongue across her bottom lip and paused for a moment.

Zahra: So Becky.. I advise you proceed to that ring tonight with extreme caution. Make that last phone call to poor old Dad.. heard he had a nasty fall the other week.. What a shame. You should have gone back home to see him, but you chose to stick around. Now you’re stuck facing me.

Zahra giggled.

Zahra: You poor fool, you should have left while you still had the chance. Now there is no way out of this. You’ll be dancing with the devil for your life and the odds aren’t looking too promising. Best case scenario.. You’re career ends tonight. Worst case? You leave this arena in a goddamn body bag!

So.. get your affairs in order before your music hits the PA system. I want you to bring the fight of your life to me, hit me with your best shot. Please.. Show the world you are what you say… I fuckin’ dare you! Because if you don’t… I’m going to decimate you. I will pick your bones cleaner than a vulture on road kill… fuckin’ try me!

Zahra laughed and continued to watch the fire burn, the scene slowly faded to black.