A room is seen, a room full of stuffed animals, pastel fabrics, a canopy bed with frilly pink lace curtains and covers. It is a little girls room where soft music is playing in the background. It is mid afternoon and the sunlight is slanted into the room, leaving a large patch of light along the pink shag carpet. Into this room walks Steven Richards, dressed in a pair of dark cargos and a black hoodie. He peers around the room, looking for someone. He moves further into the room and calls out.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Baby...where are you? Come on baby, come out come out where ever you are...We don't have time to be playing hide and seek now. We have to leave your parents house to head off to Ground Zero and get ready for your match. Come on Princess.

He continues to look around and listening. Suddenly from behind him he hears a muffled voice.

Muffled Voice Don't call me that...HE called me THAT!

Richards moves towards the bed, a half smile playing around his lips as he grabs at the covers and yanks them off, sending toys flying in every direction. He kneels and looks under the bed, finding nothing except a pair of San Bernadino pom poms and an old cheerleading outfit.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Babbbbyyy...tell Stevie where you are. The game is over and we have to get going. We have to go shopping for something for your match

Muffled Voice Something for my match? What match...where?

Stevie moves to the closet and opens the door to find Victoria sitting inside, a teddy bear on her lap. She has the teddy in a death grip as she twists her hands slowly. Stevie kneels and smiles at her in a deranged half smile that gains an answering one from the brunette in the closet. He holds out his hand and helps Victoria to her feet and out of the closet into the room that makes her shiver in disgust. She looks at him, running a shaky hand through her hair, curling the fingers to tug lightly on it.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager That's right, a match in XRW-TNA. You are in a match against Nidia...

Victoria's eyes gleam as she finds out that she will soon get into the ring once more. Putting her hand on Stevie's arm, she sounds excited as she asks more about the match.

Victoria, the Psychobitch You said I have to buy something for this match...I don't need anything other than these hands and myself...

Curling her hands into claws, she shoves them in front of Richards' face, making him smile evilly. But then the smile fades.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager You need to be buying yourself something for a...a...LINGERIE match!

Victoria's face drops in shock. She turns from Stevie and begins to pace. Like a caged tiger, she paces, stopping only to glare at Stevie then wring her hands and run them through her hair, pressing on her head like she is trying to keep the voices quiet. Then slowing, she picks up a teddy bear from the pile that was scattered on the floor.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Steven...why am I in a lingerie match? I don't belong in a lingerie match!! That was me a long time ago...now I am a wrestler...A WRESTLER!!

With a purely frustrated scream of anger, Victoria wrings the neck of the bear. Steven rushes towards her and pulls her head against his chest, rubbing it and her back.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager I know Vickie...I know. But we can't help it. We have to do what the contract says and it says you need to go and buy some lingerie for your match. So hurry up and let's go, we have to drive west to LA and shop at Fredricks of Hollywood.

Victoria can't see the smirk on Steven's face as he holds her against his chest. He fixes his face into a serious, worried about Victoria face as he pulls her head away.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager I know you are a serious wrestler baby, I just think you are going to have to show them what is what when you get in that ring with Nidia.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Getting in the ring with Nidia in a lingerie match...just getting in the ring with me is bad enough. But Nidia won't see what is coming because she will be intent on showing off. Well let me tell you, I am going to take that latina barbie doll with the brillo hair and break her in half. And then the management will see that they should put me in matches that suit my frame of mind. And my frame of mind is making those Divas feel my pain, feel my suffering. I am too good to be in a gimmick match. I am a former multiple time champion and I am probably the number one pick for champion in this federation too. And after I dispose of Nidia, they will have no choice but to put me up for the women's gold.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager You are so right Victoria. But lets go. We just have time to make it to LA and get a room. Tomorrow we shop for your ring gear.

Victoria sneers as she lets the headless bear fall and stalks out of the room, Steven following her, rubbing his hands together in glee as he smirks. They climb down the stairs and out into the driveway, an older woman watching them go from her place at the front window. The climb inside the car Richards had rented and pulled out of the driveway, the last thing seen is a mailbox with the name Varon on it.

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Scene: Outside of Fredricks of Hollywood

Day: Tuesday 11 May, 2004

Time: 11:48 AM

Standing on Hollywood Boulevard, Steven Richards is looking at the storefront for one of the most recognizable names in the lingerie industry. Frederick's of Hollywood, one of the two best lingerie stores in the known world and here he was standing outside of it, ready to take Victoria inside. He turned to find her sitting slumped in the car, a pout on her face as she stares straight ahead, ignoring Steven. Opening her car door, he leans on the hood over her and looks sad.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Alright Victoria...you win. We won't go and get any lingerie. It is too demeaning for you to have to face Nidia in a match that will show off your perfect body. And so what if Nidia wins the match, you are much better than a gimmick match...

Victoria, the Psychobitch What do you mean that Nidia will win?

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager It's a lingerie match Victoria...and if you aren't in lingerie, well, I don't think you will win is all.

Victoria looks around, the proverbial Tasmanian Devil in the headlight look. With a grumble, she pushes Richards out of the way and storms into the shop. He follows behind, pointing his hand back at his car and the beep of a security system turning on is heard. The next sound heard is the tinkling of the shop bell as he steps inside to find Victoria, her hands tangled in her hair, surrounded by frilly pastel items in lace and cotton and silks. Steven grabs her by the shoulders and leads her towards a petite blonde who is folding thongs at a display table. He pushes Victoria down on a fancy chair and keeps his hands on her shoulders as she tries to make a break for it. Smiling at the blonde, he nods at Victoria.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager We're here to purchase some of your finest lingerie for my girl, Victoria. She is an XRW-TNA Diva and well, they have her booked in a lingerie match against Nidia. So we need your help, miss...

The blonde smiles and then looks Victoria over.

Frederica, the Blonde And what is Ms Victoria's measurements?

Victoria mumbles.

Victoria, the Psychobitch 36...25...36. Now, I don't think I have the body for frilly...what have you got in leather? Or Rubber...

The blonde nods as she starts to laugh.

Frederica, the Blonde You are quite right Ms. Victoria, no pastel frills for you...let's go in the back and see what we have shall we?

The blonde takes Victoria's hand and leads her towards the back as she looks at Steven, a wild look in her eyes. Steven waves her off and looks around for a place to sit and wait. Sounds can be heard from behind the door, and they don't sound to good.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Just what do you think you are DOING?!?

Frederica, the Blonde But Madame, we are trying to get you outfitted for your lingerie match. Now come and try this one, the silver would flatter your skin tone.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Oh ALRIGHT! I can't believe I am doing this. I am a wrestler, not a kewpie doll. Give me the damn scraps of cloth.

Victoria storms out past Steven, small pieces of silver material in her hand. She slams into a change room. Steven puts his feet up as he waits but he is not kept waiting long as Victoria steps out wearing a bra and pantie set in silver. Steven stands up with a slow whistle. Victoria's face breaks into a grin as she stands there.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Well now, I have to tell you, in that outfit, no one is going to be looking at Nidia for sure. You look damn hot Baby.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Thank you Steven, but I would rather beat Nidia with my fists. I don't know why I have to do this? Besides have you looked at her lately? A pudgy little wannabe that doesn't have a hard body like this...I tell you this right now Steven, that little puerto rican porker better start crying now because at Ground Zero,she won't have the strength to cry when I finish her. She won't have the strength to do anything when I am done.

Victoria grins psychotically as Frederica takes the chance in the lull of the conversation to add her two cents.

Frederica, the Blonde I have to say Miss Vickie...that outfit is sooooooooo you.

Victoria glares at the small blonde then looks at what she is wearing. Shaking her head, her hands creeping up to grip at her hair, she snorts in contempt and turns back towards the change room and stalks towards it. Five minutes later, she is back in the black leather pants and red tshirt she showed up in. Steven looks at the small blonde and shakes his head no as the two head out of the store and onto Hollywood Boulevard once more.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager So Fredericks of Hollywood is out but I bet you we will find just what you are looking for at your store.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Store? MY Store?

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager That's right...Victoria's Secret...by the way, what is your secret anyways?

Steven's maniacal laughter follows them to the car as he opens the door for Victoria to slide inside. He moves around the car, opening his door and getting in the car. With a slam, the door shuts and the engine is brought to life. Pulling out, Steven takes them into traffic and on their way to Victoria's Secret for some more shopping.