Charon finally appeared at the top of the rampway, she looked tired and mostly she looked really angry and irritated like this was the last thing she really wanted to be doing. She almost stomped down to the ring, rolled in under the bottom rope and then stood up and glared around the arena. She grabbed the microphone from the hands of the interviewer.

"Hear this!"

The audience went quiet as she barked the words.

"I am here because of you all."

She gestured around the arena and then looked into the camera in such a direct way it was difficult to avoid her gaze.

"There will be those of you sitting at home or in this arena tonight wishing you could be like me or like Darkspade, I wouldn't wish that responsibility on anyone. Yes, we have money. Yes, we have fame but it always comes at a price and that price has been my life and that of my children. I'm always looking over my shoulder to see where the next dagger is coming from and oddly....the only person I can truly trust is Darkspade because he is what he is."

She paused as Darkspades name created a slight ripple of applause and some boo's as well.

"Kizmat, I am giving you prior warning. You have betrayed me and it only happens once, you better hold on to your balls sunshine because I'm coming after you to chop those little fuckers off and hang them on my Christmas tree this year. Mortismere and Sincentius, you don't even want to know what I'm cooking up for you two eejits in training, you better have some good health insurance though."

Again she paused still glaring.

"Just know I'm ready for all three of you and I will kill all three, one by one, inch by bloody inch until theres only enough left to make a decent Irish stew. Have fun boys because your ride is about to end."

She let her arm drop and stood there staring evilly at the cameraman.