Sitting backwards on a straight backed wooden chair, Victoria, in a red teddy, is slowly running her hands through her hair, gripping it as she watches HBO on the hotel television with a blank look in her eyes. She is concentrating on the screen as Steven Richards slides a disc into the dvd player then presses the remote to load it. Pressing play, Steven moves back and stands behind Victoria, rubbing her shoulders. Images begin to play on the screen of Divas parading around in skimpy clothes. It draws a hiss of disgust from Victoria.

Victoria, The Psychotic Bitch Steven, that the hell is this?

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Its Divas Undressed babe...You have to see what you are up against Vickie. And Nidia was in this, so you can see what she looks like in lingerie.

On the screen, the Divas show off in their skimpy clothing, Nidia among them. Victoria just snarls at the screen as she presses one hand to the side of her head.

Victoria, The Psychotic Bitch I don't see how watching that Puerto Rican pork chop wedged into skivies is going to help me. Steven, this is a wrestling match, not a modeling show. I have that woman's number and I am going to leave her a little peaked, well...a lot peaked when I am done. That pudgy little tart won't see it coming at all. So turn off the DVD and lets see if we can't see if there is a XRW thing on...

Victoria grins as she rubs her hands together thinking about the pain she is going to put Nidia through. Behind her, Steven's eyes are glazing over as he drools over the divas. Wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, he pushes the button to stop the DVD and then changes the channel just as the XRW logo is seen on the screen. Suddenly, the image turns to John Cena in the middle of the ring. He is doing his rap to the delight of the crowd. Victoria is watching as he starts talking about the divas. Suddenly, she smiles as he mentions her name.

John Cena, Master of Thuganomics...Victoria is sexy, got that look about her....hey Vickie, you ever dated a Thuganomics master?? I know you want to Victoria, I can see it in your eyes....why not think about it and drop that excessive baggage standing by your side...

Victoria smiles, a gleam in her eyes as she listens to the rest of the rap. Richards on the other hand starts to freak out at the suggestion that Cena made.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Did you hear what he said...you wouldn't do that would you Victoria. Would you?!? Vickie...babe...VICTORIA!!

Victoria doesn't say anything as she focuses on the television. Steven freaks out more, beginning to pace as he mumbles and talks to himself.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Nah...she wouldn't do that to me. Not Victoria...no, I am Stevie Night Heat and nah, she won't.

Victoria turns around and sees Stevie pacing in panic and hears his worry. But then her attention is taken by Nidia's interview and propositioning of Coach. She growls in disgust as the latina porker flirts and oozes unappealing sexual something at the Coach. Steven watches as Victoria starts to gag slightly.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Okay...that is just gross Steven. I mean, the thought of that offering sex...ughhh! I bet that she would sleep her way to the top...and leave a greasy ring around each of the people she used. Well I tell you now, that isn't going to be me because I am going to make her a stain on canvas. And that isn't a threat, that is a promise.

Victoria begins to wring her hands then brings them to her head, trying to hold her head together as she grits her teeth. Stevie again wipes his mouth, torn between the mental picture of Nidia's sexual innuendo and Victoria's threat.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager You will beat her I know it Victoria. And you will look good doing it. But she does have a point in what she was saying...she could pull the upset

Victoria shoots a venomous look at Steven Richards then moves towards the bedroom door. Stevie watches her as she begins to change. Leaving the red teddy on, she pulls out a pair of dark leather pants and a tight tshirt. Ignoring Steven, she moves towards the bathroom and goes inside. Locking the door, she sits down on the toilet and fumes to herself.

Victoria, the Psychobitch I am going to show that pig just what it means to be peaked. I will lay her out with my widows peak then pin her uno, dos, tres in the middle of the ring. She's going to regret ever getting in the ring with m..

A sudden banging on the door breaks her concentration. She glares up at the door in the mirror and tells Steven to go.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager But that is what I have to do babe...and you are in the bathroom so I can't. Come on, open the door.

Victoria shoots a look of crafty mayhem and then in a sad kinda voice, calls out as she plays with the door handle.

Victoria, the Psychobitch I am so sorry Steven...I think I have locked myself in here...I can't open the door. You are just going to have to wait.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager But Victoria...I NEED the bathroom...NOW!!

Victoria, the Psychobitch There isn't anything I can do Steven...go next door. Maybe they will let you use theirs.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager I can't do that..come one Victoria...let me in. Victoria...VICTORIA!!!

Victoria turns on the water that covers Richards' voice. Stepping into the shower, she giggles as a groan can be heard from Steven who is leaning up against the door, doing a little dance as the water works on his subconscious. Finally, she hears the door slam as he leaves. She finishes her shower and then dressing, moves out of the room and down the hall towards the elevator. Hitting the button, she waits as the beeps of each floor is heard then when the doors open, step inside. She can hear a door opening down the hall as the door shuts. Meanwhile, Steven shuts the door and moves back into the room to find the bathroom open, and no Victoria. Spinning around, he wonders what could have happened to her. Calling out, he is left scratching his head as the scene fades out.

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Scene: Inside Victoria's mind

Day: Saturday, 15 May, 2004

Time: 5:58 PM

The mind is a wonderful thing. But when it belongs to the vicious vixen known as Victoria, it can be a most dangerous and twisted thing. On the outside, the only sign of anything is the tight gripping of her head as she seems to be holding it from getting out. But wouldn't it be interesting to see just what it is that Victoria is holding her head for...why she seems to be covering her ears. Let's look inside the mind of Victoria shall we...

Victoria and Steven Richards seem to be walking through mists as they look around. Suddenly coming up to a doorway, they see the name Victoria on it and look at each other before opening it and looking inside. Seated there are a group of people, their voices raised talking.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Okay, what's this? Everyone just shut up and lets talk.

Victoria, the Psychobitch Steven, they can't hear you, this is my mind remember?

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Oh...this means you don't listen to me either...Oh great. Fine then, let's just do what Victoria wants...

Steven begins to pout as Victoria just rolls her eyes and turns to listen to the group in front of her. There are all different kinds of people there. There is an old man she recognizes as Old Man Davidson from down the street, the perverted "dirty" old man. Another is a girl in a small pink lace dress, her brother who won gold at the Pan Am games and even an old schoolteacher of hers. Victoria just looks around amazed and then is caught on the back of the legs by a chair that forces her to sit and then slides her towards the table where everyone is.

Dirty Old Man Davidson Listen Princess...you gotta get into them sweet little bitty piece of clothing and wrestle. Give em a show they won't ever forget now. Let them see that hot tight body of yours, hehehehe...

Victoria gives him a dirty look as he chuckles like Beavis before going into a coughing fit. She looks around the table at all the people and grasps her hair in her hands tightly.

Victoria, the Psychobitch But I am a wrestler...I AM I tell you.

They all nod their heads as the old man's cough slows then he nods as well. The little girl gets out of her seat and moves towards where Victoria sits, her lace dress one of the frilly ones that stage mothers usually put their little girls in.

Vicky, the Little Princess But Victoria, Mr. Davidson is going to be right by your eyes and watching Nidia and you in your lingerie and the rest of us are going to have to listen to him cough and his dirty old laugh. And why Vicky...why?

Victoria has no answer as she sits there, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The little girl smiles at her and pats her hands as Old Man Davidson speaks back up.

Dirty Old Man Davidson What are you talking about Princess...any man would love to see two chicks fighting it out in skimpy outfits. That is all woman wrestling it...legalized catfighting with a couple of wrestling moves thrown in for the ~making air quotes~ "serious" wrestling fans. Only reason I watch that crap is to see if there will be a nipple slip or something...

Victoria, the Psychobitch Okay...that is more than I need to know.

Steven walks up behind her, a smile on his face as he likes what Old Man Donaldson is saying.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager No...tell me more.

Victoria, the Psychobitch STEVEN!!!

Steven cringes but takes Old Man Donaldson off to the side and the two start talking, the wheezing of the old man's laughter mixing with Stevie's. Victoria's brother walks up to her and puts an arm over her shoulder.

Victoria's older Brother Listen Lisa Marie,you gotta go out there and think past the lingerie. You are a serious wrestler, hell, you are my sister and I did win the gold in the Pan Am games. So you know you can do it, don't you?

Victoria, the Psychobitch Of course I know that. But they won't take me serious if I am in that kinda ring gear. And Nidia thinks she is all that, using her pudgy ass to get to the top. I have my power and my widow's peak. And even in lingerie, I am going to be as deadly as a black widow.

Victoria looks glum as her brother sympathizes. Steven Richards steps forward and motions towards the door.

Steven Richards, Deranged Manager Time to go babe...we have a match to get ready for.

Victoria, the Psychobitch I know...but Steven, it is a lingerie match. I am tough enough to beat her even if I had to do it naked...

Dirty Old Man Davidson Naked...yeah, now that is what I like...hehehe...

He starts to cough violently as Victoria and Steven move towards the door. The coughing laughter makes Victoria cringe and grip her hair. They pass through the door and walk off through the mists. Steven laughing like the dirty old man as he shakes his head remembering what Davidson said. He looks at a now stopped Victoria who has her hands in claws and he starts backing up, a worried look on his face. The scene fades with Victoria, her hands around Steven's throat, choking him.