Vanessa paces the floor of her hotel room. She has been frantically trying to reach Hans on his cell despite the fact that she knows he is busy with his regular workout routine. The sound of Senester’s voice echoing in her mind like a waking nightmare as he announces her name as the special guest referee for the World Heavyweight Championship match.

(Vanessa): Hans…I just heard the announcement, and I don’t know if you’ve seen it since you’ve been out, but that bastard has put me in the Main Event as guest referee. I won’t do it Hans…I won’t. He’s up to something and I won’t be part of it. I’m writing my letter of resignation as we speak…I’m sick of this. I’m tired of being pulled into everyone’s little schemes. After what Butch did to me I can only wonder who’s next. Those idiots TNT, desperate to win Senester’s approval or maybe Ricky Evans, just as desperate himself. I won’t do it Hans…I can’t.

Vanessa starts to tear up, her hands trembling as she holds the phone to her ear and continues pacing a trail in the floor.

(Vanessa): I’ve been here too long. Through all the bullshit I’ve seen and been through. The best thing that ever happened to me in this company was you. But I’ve made up my mind….I won’t do it. He can’t make me. I refuse. I……I’m scared baby….I’m so scared….call me back…I love you.

Vanessa hangs up and goes over to the bar. Her nerves so shot that she starts to pour herself some scotch….very uncharacteristic of her to be drinking hard liquor. She swigs it down and nearly gags at the taste. She starts talking to herself.

(Vanessa): Pull it together girl…pull it together.

Vanessa takes a deep breath trying to hold herself together as the scene fades out.