The picture opened with a desk shown and blank pieces of paper drawn about it. Colored pencils, markers and even crayons laying there neatly. Charcoal pencils at the top of the desk sitting in an open box. But the seat at the desk was empty. No one was around... but then a familiar voice was heard and the camera turned to catch Kelsia Vector coming down the stairs in her home. A phone was in hand and the end of the conversation at hand was caught.

"Thank you for making this so easy for me." Kelsia laughed then hung up the phone as she turned coming off the last stair. "At least the next Cross I harm will be in a match." Another snicker before she seen the camera waiting for her. A soft smile sent before she moved over towards the desk taking a seat. A strand of hair brushed behind her ear as it fell loose from the up do that she had going on. A nice little french twist to keep the hair from her neck on a hot day. Not that it was hot within the house with the air condition system running. Her attire today was nothing extraordinary. Nope, just a pair of black shorts that were cut off pretty high and a white sports bra. As she took a seat the camera man moved around for a front view and with the slight slant of the desk one was not able to se exactly what she was doing. 

“I want that chienne Kelsia in a match next week! Ain’t gonna have her strikin’ ma famille from behind like some criminel!” Kelsia stopped and laughed after mocking the words that Damon used just days ago as he barged into Sarah's office. "You know Damon. Like they always say, ask and thee shall receive. I am glad you did not listen to what Sarah and Hiashi had to say in regards to Robin and Gryphon. I would have hated for that too keep you from me. I find it hilarious how everyone just assumes that since Robin and Gryphon took out the goons that we are in cahoots somehow. Never the less. This match is something I am looking forward too."

She lifted a piece of paper and lined it up in half before putting it back on the desk and pressing down on the half way point making a nice crease in the blank page. Her finger drew along it over and over again making sure it was nice and tight before grabbing one of those charcoal pencils from the box and her hand would be seen moving across the opened pages. 

"You think I had no reason to attack your sister do you? It's funny really. She gave out information that was not hers to give. I was not going to let that slide. Seeing as Cynthia can not fight her own battles, blame her for anything that happens to you in the ring this Sunday. I know, that sounds so wrong of me. But don't get me wrong. I am not calling you a Rookie." She let the word hang in the air there for a moment while a smirk came across her face. "I am sure you have fire within you when it comes to being in the ring. I am not counting on an easy win, I know I will have to work for it, after all you are fired up from someone else's battle. No worries, it might not be an easy win, but it will be a win for me none the less."

That charcoal stick was placed down and a red marker was picked up and opened before the tip came to touch the fine piece of parchment in front of her. Not once did she glance at the camera after sitting down. Her attention was completely on the task at hand. The marker went down and the red crayon and pencil were picked up as she went back and forth with the two.

"So an inter gender tag match huh? I have no problem with that. Though it would be easier if it were a one on one. So who is the unlucky b-censor-h going to be as your partner? Cynthia or Aurora? Oh wait... Scratch Cynthia, I forgot... she is not in service at the moment." Kelsia laughed once more but again had not looked up as she seemed into whatever she was working on. Her hand came up and brushed across her forehead and a black streak left itself there from the charcoal that was on her hand... she obviously had no clue it was there however, nor did she care. "You see Damon, it does not matter who your partner is. As far as I am concerned it will be just yourself and I in that ring. If either your partner or my own gets in the way... they will feel the pain." 

The crayon and pencil found their homes once more and a Pen was lifted to come and take its path across the paper as well. A little message being written mayhap's? Everyone would find out sooner or later right? "Well, at least I know the bimbo you took out the other night will not be your partner in the ring... or anywhere else for that matter. At least she got away while she could. But the Cross's... no they are stuck with you. Then again, I don't think they care... after all, you are all the same. Thinking that you are better then the rest. Brought up so properly. Give me a break. You make sure when Momma Cross beats your a-censor-s for talking like you are... you tell her she needs to save plenty for me. I want no excuses when I get that pin in the middle of the ring."

Finally her attention was brought to the camera as if what she was working on did not matter anymore. Her smirk was apparent as was the twinkle in her eyes. Dark.... cold hearted....evil... all words that described Kelsia. At least.. all words that described who everyone thought was she. 

"Damon, don't get yourself twisted up there. You see.. I did not think I was going to get away with taking your sister out of the game. I succeeded there. Right in her, and yours of course.... home town. She was taken out. From what the doctors say it will be at least two months now is that right? It's a shame really. That just means when she comes back I will have to teach her another little lesson. Until then I have no problem teaching you for her. Maybe you can relay the message that I am not the one to f-censor-k over."

Again her attention left the camera and she was consumed with the work on the desk. The paper was seen closing and a Gray and Pink marker was lifted from the desk. Back to work she went. Again... it did not stop her from what she was doing on air either. 

"What Alexa and Aurelei have done to me have no baring's on what came to Cynthia, nor to anyone else I face in the ring. Your sisters involvement in the matter is what got her to where she is today. And that is where she will stay too if she does not mind her own. That runs in the family as well don't it? Not minding ones own business? Well, like I said, I hope you will pass the message along to Cynthia. The message being the pain that I bring to you in the ring. Ya see, whether you are a gentleman or not.. I could care less. I can still do damage to you like you hope to do to me. You think a match is going to stop me from coming at Cynthia when she returns? You are wrong there Sweetie, but no worries, I will not hold that against you."

A few more strokes from the marker on the page and both were closed and placed down on the desk once more. Kelsia tilted her head to the side a little admiring her work in full before looking up towards the camera once more as she straightened her head. "I am not asking to back out of this match... no way no how. Like I already said, I would have no problem with it being a one on one. Guess Sarah and Haishi thought it best that you had a partner. After all, there have been inter gender one on one matches plenty in ACW so don't that make you stop and think... why now? Why wont they give you the one on one that you asked them for? That there is simple...they know me. They see what I have been able to do since I have returned. I am unstoppable, undefeated, and I will be DAMNED if you are going to be the one to change that. Help or no help your a-censor- s is mine this Sunday and now... there is nothing you can do about it. You enjoy your time while you can, because it is limited." 

Kelsia stopped talking as the knock sounded at the door. A brow raised but she stood and moved towards the door anyway. As she did such the camera man stood up and moved towards the desk to see what she was working on. The front of the parchment that was folded was the words Get Well Soon written in the colors of Foxy Foxy. A finger came into view opening the page up and a heart was seen with a dagger straight through it, blood pouring over the page it seemed. Under the picture was a message that Kelsia had written.

'Make room for the rest of the Cross Family. They will be visiting you soon.'

The camera man moved from the card and walked over towards the door just as Kelsia went to open it. As the camera came into view of who was at the door one would see a FedEx driver dressed in the standard black polo and shorts with the FedEx logo in bright green standing on the doorstep. He had a package about the size of a large boots box and handed Kelsia the clipboard as soon as she acknowledged his presence.


Driver: "Package here for a Ms Kelsia Vector, just need you to sign here ma'am. You have a nice day!"

After handing the package over, he gave her a jaunty little wave and went back to his van and left. Kelsia was left with the package and when she took it inside to open she would note the insurance label but the signature had been smudged, more than likely by the delivery man. Once opened it was clear that the person that shipped this had been very careful with packing it so that it would arrive perfectly as it had been when packed. Inside the bigger box was a layer of packing peanuts and a shoe box sized box, wrapped in bubble wrap. Once that was removed the lid could be taken off to reveal what lay inside.

Inside that box was a gorgeous doll, one of the more expensive ball-jointed dolls from Japan that could cost quite a bit brand new but had the bonus of being totally customizable down to the skin color. This doll was a perfect tiny replica of Kelsia Vector in that naughty schoolgirl outfit that she had worn for a promo against Alexa Rose, right down to the collapsible pointer she had used on the chalkboard. Even the hair was perfectly styled, the makeup like Kelsia preferred. It even came with a change of clothing, a tiny yellow bikini and a towel, reminiscent of another promo that Kelsia had done not so long ago.

Yet it was not these painstaking details which truly drew her eyes to the lovely doll. It was the six inch long hat pins stuck into various points on the doll. These pins were antique, and more than likely each one cost more than the doll that held them. There was one in the heart, one in the upper chest near the shoulder, one in the gut, and one farther down sticking from the joint of the right knee. A small note lay with the doll, the letters clear and written in an elegant hand.

An eye for an eye, as it is written. 

Kelsia stood there in shock as she stared down and the feed ended. How is that for a strap across the âne?