Another turn as the picture fills your screen, lit peacefully once more as we break out the back door and arrive in what little hint of a garden they've managed to maintain behind the Seldon household.

A dry patch of grass makes the canvas for our scene, lined and blocked by a square of stones cast to the dirt which leads you on a path up the steps back towards the house.

It's there then we drop - stopping at a dark wooded patio, punctuated by a few various setting items dotted around the floor - to find our star for the evening.

To our entrance she treats us to a grin - dressed this evening in a pair of black baggy jeans and a darkened pink Tee baring a small black star logo on the left breast.

She Leans back into a wooden chair, arching it onto its back legs as she pushes it up with one foot to the ground... easing into a sigh to begin.

"So... what? The last time we spoke you told me that name value was everything in this sport - everything. Now that I want to join in you've decided you don't want to play anymore?"

She leaves a seconds gap to question while she crosses her hands in her lap.

"Hey, whatever, I'm an easy going enough girl, and if you don't want me to talk about your painful unimportance in this sport by your own definition - you know, name value being everything and you not having any - then that's fine. Just..."

A smile...

"Just don't make a play and then fold when someone pushes back. It doesn't look good in the slightest."

Her tone sinks for these last few words before she lifts again.

"And you can forget right now on calling me on the hypocrisy of my words or whatever else it is you're planning, because this whole name value thing still means little to me, and nothing as far as what's going to happen come Friday. Sort of like a lot of the things you have to say.

"I mean, sounding like Drake? Website hits? Are these things really supposed to hurt me? Hey, here's one; I've been using the same theme music as Mass Carnage since HiC. Feel free to throw that one at me too, because none of it'll make a blind piece of difference when we finally lock up.

"See, that's what I've been concerned with this whole time - the fight, the contest... the opportunity to lock horns and get bloody while everyone watches on in a gratifying mix of horror and awe. It's why I've been doing my best - tried at least -  to keep my thoughts on wrestling... you know, while you wasted yours dribbling on about my husband's penis size and things of that ilk. Important as these things are and all.

"Come on Trevor, I thought you had more about you than that. I thought you were a professional."

For a second again we pause - just long enough for your ears to tune to a subtle note of running water sulking just  off screen - before Lisa finally rolls her tongue around another line to keep us moving.

"Still, I will call you on one point and make it meaningful if it'll make you feel better.

"Your name value didn't get you this spot, and it certainly had nothing to do with throwing out bold challenges in every single direction in the hopes that heads will start to turn. All that really happened was you came along at the right time and stepped right into a lucky break. And do you honestly think you'd be in the same spot if things hadn't been different? If Jacob had been available, if Silverback wasn't in jail, if I wasn't stuck being stitched up in a hospital while you climbed to the peak of this sport with a glorious win over a Swiftkicky?

"Face it, you've been going for as long as anyone at this point, and the best you've managed to put together in that time is five straight wins in the CWA undercard.

"Talk about the bare minimum. In your entire career you've done little more than scrap a living - and struggled at that. And now you think people are taking notice just because you've decided you're the best?

"You couldn't even bury your drunk, over the hill brother, yet call me delusional all the same."

She halves a smirk to herself and quirks her head once to the side, just to pass a moment.

"Face facts, Trev, you're as much of a benefactor of circumstance as you could ever paint me to be. The only difference is that I'm not going to this opportunity looking too far forward to some shot at the big one in April that you couldn't even hope to be apart of.

"You're so many steps forward at this point, you probably wont even be there to pickup the pieces of your jaw once I break it."

A quick dip this time as she empties her throat.

"And I'd stop telling myself I'm getting too cocky if I were you. You might just end up buying into it... and that'll lead to your downfall far sooner than mine."

It's at that she drifts forward, sinking both her feet to the deck as she leans forward on her hands... one arm still clearly if not just thinly wrapped to hide the wound.

"See, I'm not over-confident in a win, I'm just confident in my abilities as an athlete. I understand all to well that I could lose this match and wind up in some hotel bar in the middle of bumfuck happy go nowhere with November buying the rounds. At the same time though I understand fully that when I'm prepared and focused, there's not a force in this lifetime with the power to stop me.

"That's where I am right now Trev. I'm stuck single minded and utterly focused on putting you down and grinding you to dust if that's what it's going to mean to take a win from this fight.

"And you neednt worry about my arm, it's fine. I mean, I wont be throwing any Powerslams anytime soon but I can't say that's anything I'm worried about, because as much as you'd like to trick yourself otherwise, I'm as fit and ready to go as I've ever been before... just waiting for a chance like this.

"And you need not worry about how a lose to Malone has affected me... because it has. Losing to that mouthy little fuck hurt me like no other lose in my career. Needless to say I don't intend to ever let a fall like that be taken on me again. This match being no exception.

"Still, feel free to keep drawing parallels between the two of you if you like. You can tell yourself its his face I see as I go about putting yours to dust."

A smile again and a stifled laugh as her eyes drift just left of centre to something out her view. Still though she carries on all the same.

"Really then, there's only one thing you need worry about for this fight. For when it comes, I'll be expecting the absolute best from you, and if that means going tooth and nail with the greatest star this sport has ever produced... or a five minute blood bath where I kick a shattered broken husk of a man around a ring, then so be it, but don't for a moment think I'm coming in taking this match likely.

"And yeah, you're still lower than me, not to say that I don't respect your skills as an athlete - cause I do - it's why I'll be turning up at this event expecting it all from you... while making sure that amounts to nothing more than a pretty little stain across our mat."

No grins this time to soften the words as she casually drops them from her lips.

"I'm taking this match, Trevor. And I'll look good doing it too. After all, it's a new community, the first big match of the rebirth... and I'm going to kick it off with a bang.

"See you there."

It's there then we fall. Dry words and a sickly smile before she brings us to close...

...the picture falls