the show returns from commercial just after the opening match to reveal the boiler room, an area so rarely shown in wrestling these days. Sitting there in the dark, is the very strange and ultimately insane Lana Leone. She's sitting on a stack of crates, curled up and rocking.

"So, I hear there's a new Honor champion. I hear he's quite Talented."

Lana laughs softly.

"I also hear that it's time for a Blaze of Glory. It's time for the big show. The big event. Time to go to Sin City, Las Vegas Nevada in the MGM Grand. So many will go and engage in the sights. The shows, the casinos. But, that's no fun."

the camera moves around to show the strangely focused look in the crazed woman's eyes.

"You see, my pleasure in life, my one indulgence that I take to excess, is causing pain. I love to see the agony in the eyes of others especially those who hold something I want. You see, I was the first Honor champion. I have Honor. Do you have honor, Mr. Cartwright? Do you have guts? Do you have the fortitude to truly be champion? I propose we find out. I propose that at Blaze of Glory, you go down in a blaze befitting a champion. You have what I want, Mr. Cartwright, and I intend to take it. You can either put your Honor on the line by choice, or things can get difficult. I can always bring you down to my level, this place where I feel so at home in any arena? So, are you a gambling man?"

Lana begins to rub her hands together.

"Because I'll bet you will. You want to cater to all the little people in the arena, all the little ones watching at home. You can't deny them, can you Carty?"

the last is said in an annoyingly sweet feminine tone of voice.

"So what's your answer? Blaze of Glory, care to put your Honor on the line against the psycho? The crazy chick? The first champ? I so eagerly await your answer, Carty boy."

maniacal laughter escapes the young woman, as she continues to rock back and forth and the camera retreats