Charon had been hurriedly taped and bandaged up, this had to be done while she was wandering around changing her ring attire and numerous times she cussed as an EMT got under her feet. They had tried to stitch up the numerous cuts and slices which were still weeping some blood here and there but she had simply swatted them away and reached into her sports bag and used the super glue. She would have used silicone sealant but she hadn't been able to find it in time before she left the mansion.

She now stood at the top of the rampway, her sense of humor was now well worn and she rolled her eyes in boredom at Kizmat's cheap parlor tricks. Obviously he had stolen a large batch of blood from the blood bank again. Once her music kicked in she began her descent to the ring, she didn't really hear the fans chanting her name and she couldn't feel the cracked ribs crunching. She stood facing Kizmat from outside the ring, their eyes met and they stayed locked on each other for quite some time.