Charon had grabbed a camera and turned it round on to herself, she smiled.

"Stewie, I have doubts about whether your bitch arse will even show up for this next match up. You flap your lips, you make bold statements but I have to say boy not only do I think you won't show up, if you do, you'll be sent packing with your gay ass in a sling!"

JR: "Um...is that legal to say stuff like that King?"

King laughs and shakes his head.

King: "Uh, well JR, she already said it and I sure as hell ain't gonna argue with the longest reigning Undisputed Champion of this sport!"

Charon was glaring into the camera as though she wanted it to burst into flames, she seemed to be walking along a dark corridor as she spoke.

"I have a lot of respect for someone who comes into this fed and is willing to work hard to get where they want to go but make no mistake Stewie, if you ever get to the ring...."

The sentence trailed off and there appeared to be a huge commotion.

JR: "We seem to have lost the link, we're just seeing if we can get..."

King: "Oh my god JR, I think thats Stewie Extreme being kicked in the head by Charon Death!!"

The picture went to static, officials out at ringside started to rush to the backstage area. A cameraman backstage was able to pick up the action. Charon was perched on top of a pile of equipment lockers with a chair in hand and jumped just as the camera swung round to smack Kizmat in the head. Stewie could be seen at the end of the corridor legging it for his life as Drkside turned up with Mortismere.