If Mortis thought he couldn't push Charon any further into insanity, he was dead wrong. Charon had actually been on her way to the car when she'd caught the remark about Angel, her and Darkspade had spent hours looking for her until she'd bumped into Dylan again, once he'd come round from his run in with Seer and he'd mentioned he'd tried to stop Drkside from taking her.

The poor guy hadn't even realised Angel was her daughter and she was surprised at the strength of his feelings toward her but nonetheless, Mortismere existed to be beaten with extreme force with heavy objects in her opinion and that was what she intended to do. If Richard got in the way, well it was just an extra bit of payback really in her head.

Mortismere had obviously thought she would play fair and come down the ramp but all notions of fair play had gone out the window when people had started to kidnap her children. She ran through the auditorium, shoving fans out of the way and picking up a chair as she went. She elbowed a security guard in the face, hopped the rail, jumped up onto the apron, scaled the corner turnbuckle and launched herself with the chair and bought it down with cybernetically enhanced strength over the top of Mortismeres head.

Mortismere stood there with the Richard for a couple of seconds, a slightly stunned look on his face, he looked down to realise his feet had sunk several inches into the ring before he collapsed down onto his knee's. Charon's mind flashed suddenly and whipped the Undisputed title from around Mortismeres waist. She now looked over at Richard, an evil grin spread across her face as she grabbed the mic he was holding.

"You know what, I'm kidnapping this belt."

She laughed manically.

"You can't be an Undisputed Champ without a belt!"

She shoved Richard over as he made a grab for the title, catapulted over the top rope, elbowed her way through a sea of security and made a run for it. They could do nothing as Charon sped away wildly in her Aston Martin.