Surprisingly, Charon was the first out and had changed her entrance music once again, not only that, for the first time since she'd won the title, she was wearing the undisputed championship around her waist. The fans went nuts regardless of whether they liked her or not, they understood she was fighting for every single one of them and their lives and possibly her own and the survival of the CW itself. She had a determined look on her face as she stalked down to the octagon and walked around it looking at the turnbuckles and the ropes.

A referee approached her to inject the microchip but she pulled away from him and grabbed a mic.

"Get your metal ass out here Tin man and come get your shot first. Did you really think I'd get a microchip injected into my body without seeing you having yours done first? You've broken into my home, threatened me, my family, friends and the fans themselves, you've stolen from me, broken into my place of work and I know you're partial to a small amount of hacking. I ain't having that little bit of computer circuitry under my skin until I have assurances its virus free!"

She threw the mic back to the ring announcer and stood with her hands on her hips waiting for her destiny.