"How do you know I’m mad?"

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"You must be," said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here.” 

{The scene opens with a tinny sounding baby cry before the camera focuses in on a dark haired woman. She has a bundle of grey blankets in her arms as she bounces it, rather jerkily. Upon closer inspection the blankets appear to be dirty rags. The room is an empty simple room with white ceramic floors and white walls. There is a single window with a plain white blind.}

Woman: Shhh now love. ..

{Her voice has a trace of a Limey accent, but it has the distinct ring of someone that has spent far too many years lingering in the States. She looks up from the bundle. She sees the camera and a smile creeps up her face like the Cheshire cat, setting her ocean blue eyes on fire up with it}

Woman: I must apologise. You have caught me at a vulnerable time. The wee baby has decided that she shall not sleep

{Again an echoing of baby cries. She looks down, gazing at what the audience has decided is a baby under the dingy material}

Woman: It's often funny isn't it. How we start off as infants. Naked...vulnerable...screaming and covered in blood as we're forced from the security of our mother's womb into this cruel and unrelenting world. Harsh reality sets in rather quickly. We feel cold. We have to breathe in the putrid air shared by millions of other disgusting creatures. The purity is lost in that single moment we call birth were we are instantly cursed by the wrongdoings of our ancestors coined 'original sin'

{She's still clutching the sheets to her body, holding on to it with dear life}

Woman: I'm sure you all on the edges of your seats with anticipation, giddy with curiosity about who I am and what the hell I'm getting at...

{She shakes her head with that same smile}

Woman: You see my opponent this week has felt the security of her womb. Relying on her familiarity of the people in this company but she can't recall fond memories of me. She won't find any tapes to study. Chelsea you are completely naked in this match. There is nothing you can bring to the ring that will help you. No dual persona will help you succeed. 

{Her words have revealed her identity as that of Malice, one of EoV's newest superstars.}

Malice: Your insecurity is endless and I will exploit that to the fullest extent possible. You constantly look over your shoulder for any enemies. I have a simple solution to that.... no quarter.

{The wide grin has returned to her face as she continues to sway a little with the bundle in her arms}

Malice: You know the definition of that don't you? I like to consider myself a war expert of sorts. It means that I make sure to put down any rabid dog that tries to get leverage on me. Eliminating the problem before it really becomes one. Are you going to be a problem?

I like to also give people I meet the chance to make a true first impression before I cast a final ruin. I am not as ruthless as the queen in red. I don't simply want to remove your head from its neck. No, no. I think there is still far too much I need to know about you. Too many unanswered questions. 

{Then she suddenly shouts}

Malice: Inquisitive Minds Want to Know!!

{She laughs and it echoes through the empty room}

Malice: I won't make it a secret that I have no love in this black withered heart but I do see opportunity. I am a creature of exploiting any opportunity that is going to benefit me in some way shape or form and Chelsea. ..you could say I see something else when I look at you. With a little persuasion you could embrace that dark seed growing in yourself. The one that wants to begin life that you are holding back. Suffocating with your need to be....good...

{She spits on the ground as if that very word was a poison meant to kill her}

Malice: You see, like the miserable old duchess this mistress you keep locked away has been allowing you to suckle at her teet. Allowing you to think you are in control but I am not blind...

{She shouts once again}

Malice: I have seen the light!!!

{Her voice gets low and creepy}

Malice: I have seen the light and I don't like it. This child who clings to the mistresses skirts needs to let go. Cut the apron strings. Sever the umbilical cord. There is nothing left for you in this world Chelsea. Things would be simpler. ..simpler....SIMPLER! If you faded away. Let the real woman come out and play.

{The whole time the smirk hasn't left her face}

Malice: Do you know the definition of Malice? It means to have an intent to cause harm. Oh Webster's...how truly tame you are. How truly spineless. I don't just wish to cause harm. Oh no. I want to play with matches. I want to go around with a tank of gasoline. I want to see buildings burn just for the pleasure of dancing in the ash. I want to run around with scissors and see if someone ‘accidently’ gets deflated. If you haven't caught on... I want to intentionally hurt people. It’s why I decided to get into the business where I could do so without getting put in jail... or worse... therapy. I can take out every little delirious, every maniacal, little fantasy in this perfect little brain of mine

{she puts her free hand to her temple in the shape of a gun with her fingers and tilting her head}

Malice: so Chels... I wonder who is going to come to my playground....to play. will it be the meek little scared girl who jumps at the sound of an engine... or will it be the strong, charming dark mistress who is worthy of being a wrestler in this company. Either way the outcome will be the same but i always find much more satisfaction... much more... much more.... when the opponent actually puts up a fight. I like a challenge.

{she licks her lips and looks down again at her ‘baby’ and then looks again at the camera}

Malice: Just remember sweets... darling... beauty... appearances are often deceiving. 

{She holds up the baby and the crying starts again. Malice looks at the figure, clearly having the shape of a baby now and gives it a shake. she looks over the shoulder of it, smiles insanely before letting go. the ‘baby’ drops to the floor and a loud smash is heard. Malice turns and walks away and lets out a sickening laugh. the camera watches her second before panning down to the bundle where it’s seen that it was a porcelain doll with a hidden tape player. The doll is completely obliterated except for the face, which creepily enough looks eerily similar to Chelsea Armstrong’s features}