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“Combing through the copious amounts of emails I have received recently. I decided to click on one that peaked my interest.” We see a cursor moving on a computer screen. “So I clicked on it.” The female clicks on the link and when the new page opens up we see an embedded YouTube video. “A video? Now I’m excited!” She clicks the play button and watches the entire video of the recent promo done by Zoe Badstreet. “Oh, now this is going to be fun.” She continues watching until she is brought up and we hear an audible gasp. “She mentioned me!” and then she hears the name of Debra Lynn Tiger and we hear more commentary. “Afterthought.” She giggles a bit and then stops the video.

“Now that just isn't very nice.” She says as she turns the video camera around and we finally see that the female voice we've been listening to belongs to Tamara Marie Rose. “I was all excited to see someone else just as confident as I am about this match and then you go and mention me in the same breath as Debra Lynn Tiger?” She gives the camera a frown for a moment. “That really hurts my feelings, Zoe… I mean here I was hoping and praying that you would do what every single other b!tch in this company since my debut has done and that’s basically say ‘Aw well that Tamara Rose she’s new and she’s gonna be a heck of a gal’ and then they use the dreaded nasty word that nobody in this business wants to hear and you know what that word is? They go ‘Someday’ and you know what my reaction to that is.” She gets up from where she is sitting, on the bed in her hotel room, and walks the camera into the bathroom and lifts the toilet seat up and we see yellow water before she turns the camera back to herself. “It pisses me off!” We hear the flushing of the toilet as she exits and returns to the bed.

“I so badly wanted you to be the difference maker, Zoe, I truly did and to some extent you kind of were but for you to have mentioned me in the same breath as Debra Lynn Tiger… That uh… That uh… That’s just not gonna baby.” She says with an evil grin. “Word around the back is that you're ‘Sadistic’ but uh, you know I just really don't see it.” She says as she cocks her head to the side and has a confused look on her face. “I mean, hmm, See I live with a man that knows what the word Sadistic means unfortunately his definition and yours just don't seem to match up to each other in perfect harmony.” She moves around a little bit more on the bed getting more comfortable. “See my husband has been in matches where he’s been thrown off the top of a Hell in a Cell structure onto an announce table with shards of broken light tubes on top of it and watching that I cringed. I was legitimately concerned for my husband’s own well-being and when you see something like that happen… And especially since it happened at the hands of a man he called his friend!” She shakes her head back and forth and shivers. “It gives me the chills just thinking about it, Zoe, I mean who does that to someone they trust with their life? He could have died!” The look of concern fades off her face and smile returns. “But he didn’t! He’s alive and about to beat the hell out of three morons.” She looks away for a moment.

“Zoe, my point is this… See I consider what my husband did years ago on the Indy scene, I consider those matches he was in Sadistic. You though? You aren’t Sadistic.” She shakes her head from side to side. “In fact I bet you are like one big cuddly teddy bear but we're going to get the chance to find out about each other aren’t we big sister?” She smiles and nods her head up and down. “You and I are gonna be in the same ring at the same time and you know what I intend to do with that stupid little crown you wear? I know that it won't be very nice.” She continues smiling. “I’m going to rip it off your head and stuff it down your throat and when you think you can’t take another breath I am going to continue forcing it down your throat until you concede to me that you aren’t as Sadistic as you claim to be.” Anger spreads across her face now and the sweet person we saw moments ago has vanished. “See you aren’t going to win this battle royal baby. You just don't have the cards; in fact, I'm calling your bluff right now.” She nods her head. “I want it to be you and me in the finale of this match so I can put you to the test and make you look as foolish as you sound.” She says with a smile and a wink.

“And after I have thrown you and that ridiculous head dress you wear out of MY ring and you wake up in the back, when you ask ‘huh uh where am I’ and they come tell you that your backstage and you ask what happened…” She nods her head up and down while smiling the most evil looking smile that would make even the devil cringe. “They'll have to tell you the truth and you know what that'll be?” She says a little empathetically. “They'll tell you that you lost to the Mystery that you couldn't figure out.” She smiles again losing all the empathy she once had in her voice. “And my name is Tamara Marie Rose.” She winks and blows a kiss to the camera.

“See you later.”

She says as we begin to fade.

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“Hang on just a sec.” The image begins shuffling around for a moment before being placed on a flat surface. “Oh me oh my!” We see a woman come skipping into frame with her hair in pigtails and a clueless looking smile on her face. “Oh my gosh! Thank you to all my little Archors! You guys are just the bestest fans out there and I love everything you do and everything you say about me cause that’s awesome!” She does thumbs up to the camera and then she does this incredibly MEGA fake smile. “Like oh my gosh! I am so excited for this battle royal and all the other women seem like they are gonna be just swell… All of the ladies with the exception of that Tamara Rose.” She steps back and frowns and puts her hands on her hips. “She just… She’s just plain old bad and every time someone does a promo she is quick to respond and… and… and…” She stops where she’s at and begins taking her raven black hair out of pigtails. “I can't do this anymore.” As she tosses away the hair ties and shakes out her hair she walks back over and picks up the camera once again.

“Taylor Archor, pleased to meet you. My name is Tamara Marie Rose and tonight I leave this arena the number one contender for the Women’s IMPACT Championship.” She smiles. “See while I enjoyed you giving us the little ‘Last time on the Tay Tay and Drew and Allen RTC Hour’  it was a bit much.” She nods her up and down. “I mean we don't want to hear about that RTC garbage and by now it’s just, well it’s old news. So please do myself and the rest of the world a favor and cut this crap where you air your dirty laundry and place blame yet again on someone else because you can't take any of it.” She nods her head up and down. “You're in a high stakes battle royal for a number one contenders match and all you can think about is the RTC nonsense which from an innocent bystander’s point of view…” She smiles and winks at the camera. “RTC ended WAY past when it should have and in fact you guys should have just killed yourselves the minute you came up with such a ridiculous idea.” She throws her head back laughing.

“But seriously, enough of this RTC crap! I’m here to just talk to you Taylor and you should feel very special because my time is very valuable.” She nods her head up and down. “I mean right now I could be in my locker room with my husband who is just OMG Sexy! And we could be doing things that your little virgin ears just wouldn't like to hear.” She smiles very evil like. “So listen up you little fairy!” Her smile fades and she gets serious.

“I'm not some little diva blow up doll who is all about bubble gum, candy and bubbles cause honestly those are things my five year old son loves. I am woman who has sat back long enough and watched this sport be invaded by little airheads like yourself and Debra Lynn Tiger.” She makes a gagging sound. “That woman’s name makes me sick just speaking it.” She gets herself back to normal. “I want to make it clear to all of you b!tches coming into this match thinking that I am the nicest person on the planet… NEWSFLASH! I’m not and tonight as I throw all of you out of MY ring thus making an example not just of the women from the OverDrive brand but the Genocide brand as well I want you to remember a couple things about me.” She smiles and nods her head up and down.

“I am a woman with very specific professional and personal goals. When I decided I wanted to get in the ring with other women, while the thought is very appealing sexually, I decided that I wanted to be a Champion and in that I wanted to be just like my husband.” She sighs and looks down at the floor for a moment. “See I walk past his cases where he keeps replica versions of all the Championships he’s won over his career and sometime when we're back at home I find myself staring at them and wishing they were things I had accomplished.” She looks back up at the camera. “I love my husband, I love him now and forever but I want to be able to put replicas of Championships I've won up in our house too and by winning this battle royal that is EXACTLY what I am going to accomplish.” She smiles.

“Taylor, you are just all the things I am not. I’m not a nice person or ‘gal’ as you so eloquently put it.” She rolls her eyes. “Taylor I don't care who you think you are or what you think is going to happen tonight because I KNOW EXACTLY what is going to take place and I know exactly where it’s all leading. I’ve seen it already and unfortunately for you and the Genocide brand it doesn't look good for you guys.” She shakes her head from side to side. “And after this match, when you've been thrown out of the ring by this raven haired beauty and you look around wondering what’s happened to you…” She giggles for a moment. “People will tell you that you've been eliminated by the Mystery that neither you nor any other person in this match could ever dream of figuring out.” She smiles and winks at the camera. “And that’s me, Tamara Marie Rose.”

“See you soon.” She says blowing a kiss to the camera.

More shuffling and finally the feed is cut.

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“Okay, hang on a sec…” A female with raven black hair is seen as the video begins and we see her moving her fixing her hair and putting on eyeliner. “Okay, so I caught the little message that Zoe Badstreet left for me and… I don't want to sound like I am tooting my own horn or anything but uh, I think I struck a nerve.” She gets the eyeliner as thick as she wants and moves to the next eye while smiling. “Not sure where you're from, Zoe, but me? I’d like to take a little pride in the fact that I ruffled your little prissy feathers.” She giggles as she sets her eye liner pencil down and looks into the camera.

“See I thought the whole 'dark and ominous'  tone of your promo was… What do they call it? Uh, I think the word I am searching for is anti-climactic.” She nods her head up and down. “Yup that’s exactly it.” She picks up her iPad for a second and responds to a tweet before continuing. “I mean, you talked about the reason you wear the crown and you know, how it means that you are part of some kind of wrestling royalty which, by the way, I think is total bullsh!t just spewing from your mouth but that’s not the kicker.” She shakes her head from side to side and smiles. “You also had the balls to call yourself… What was it you said? Something like the crown representing your status as the Dark Lady of Wrestling?” She looks confused for a second but then begins laughing. “You actually said that? What did you think was going to happen? That I would go run backstage and hide under a table all because the big bad ‘dark lady of wrestling’ is here?” She laughs some more before continuing. “Chick, if you thought I was going to hide under or behind anything… You have another thing coming your way tonight!” She nods her head up and down.

“See from where I stand, you're the one that needs to get a dictionary and look up the word sadistic because it means a couple different things depending on who you ask." She raises an eyebrow. “Like my husband for example… See he’s in a much bigger match so he didn't have time to come down to your level. He’s uh… He’s preoccupied at the moment.” She nods her head up and down and then winks at the camera. “I knew you’d like that, Zoe, see while you were scraping the bottom of the fish barrel in whatever dive you happened to be part of at the time my husband was in main events everywhere and you know what? This isn't about him but he’s clearly more Sadistic than you are.” She sighs a moment. “See Zoe, you just don't have that about you. In fact, everything about you screams the exact opposite and that’s something I intend to expose a little bit later on tonight but I just want to set the record straight and say uh… Yeah, you’re still NOT sadistic.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Sorry babe, you just feel a bit short in that race and while you sit there and ponder all the little ways you can prove it to some little nobody like me…” She smirks and winks at the camera. “I am going to be busy proving to the world that I am NOT the child you claim that I am. I just… I still can't believe that you actually called me damn child.” She giggles for a moment. “See that right there, calling me a child, was where you made a very big mistake. I am anything but a child and tonight you are going to find that out first hand when I am smashing your face into the mat.” She cocks her head to the side and smiles.

“I also dare you try and crush my, oh so little, neck.” She rolls her eyes at the ridiculousness of the comment. “Like you could! See that’s another thing I can't stand about you, Zoe, it’s the fact that you same some hurtful things but in the end you wind up being like a sweet little flower.” She shrugs. “I mean sure I made fun of Taylor Archor but it was just so damn easy to do. You on the other hand… Well for you it takes basically exposing you to be the fraud you truly are and that right there, Zoe, is the key to your downfall this evening.” She puckers her lips and nods her head up and down. “Not only am I going to toss you out of MY ring, I'm going to publicly embarrass you in front of the entire world. You think I'm a child, I’ll take your crown and shove it up you're a$$ without even thinking a second thought and you know what? The fans? They'll love every single minute of what I do to you, Zoe, because frankly…” She looks around on either side of her before looking back to the camera. “They just don't like you and I can't fault them for not liking you because I despise you.” She nods her head up and down. 

“You project yourself as this Godlike Queen with a chip on her shoulder... Well guess what queeny, you've finally met your match and I am much more vicious and calculated than anyone you will ever face in that ring.” She smiles a moment. “You talked about the moment you become a Champion that the Era of Pain will begin and that it'll be a lengthy one but uh, sister, I'm here to tell you that little fantasy of yours just won't be getting off the ground this evening. I told you and the rest of b!tches in this match I am walking out with the number one contendership and that’s exactly what I plan on doing and you are walking around in that Era of Pain the fans will be on pins and needles in the Land of Mystery because when I become Champion… This company will enter a whole other realm and honey the one woman you will be able to thank is…” She stands up straight and points at herself in the mirror. “The Mystery you just couldn't figure out, Tamara Marie Rose.”

With that she blows a kiss to the camera and then turns and walks right down the hallway.

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