Right after the six women tag match came to an end the camera cut to a dimly light area backstage as a silhouette of a woman was seen pacing back and forth at a wall seemingly shaking while a haunting tune played.

"Another match down and another victory for me. I was so close to being the only one left out of 2GS last Sunday but Melissa had to act tough and stay in delaying the title from being where it belongs with me!" From the voice it was obvious that it was Mirela one of the two survivors from 2GS who would fight for the Femme Fatale title the next PPV as she punched the wall she was pacing near.

"No no no it's fine it's fine I have already beaten Melissa once when I first showed my face here. Not only did I beat Melissa I stripped her bare and I will do it again when we meet in the ring again!" Mirela said in a rather unusual tone as she continues to shake before dropping down onto her knee staring straight at the wall.

"Blood... I need to feed soon it's been a while since last time. No use worrying about Melissa I can handle her. Who is it that was offered for my dinner tonight? Janelle Damone? I'm going to need to find something else to feed on before that having to deal with that old soulless sack of rotted blood. It will only serve to weaken me if I feasted on her blood." Mirela began to laugh like a madwoman before raising her right hand and putting on the wall in front on her before sliding it down leaving a trail on blood where her hand was.

"Alright I know what I must do. Tonight I deal with that old woman who failed her own attempt at glory and when the title match comes around I'll show that Melissa can't beat me and that no one will ever stop me from getting that belt. After all mommy was a champion in her career so it is only my birthright that I'll be champion too. My own blood calls out for that gold around my waist." Mirela started laughing her psychotic laugh again as the camera faded to black.