[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I guess it's high time that the universe knows I'm back. I'm sure many of you thought I was gone for good, and that you'd never hear from me again. Well... don't you all wish. But let's be honest here, I can't let things ever be that easy. Oh no, no, a little set back is not enough to get rid of me. I still have plenty of havoc to wreak on the women's division.

Zahra laughed darkly and pushed her raven black hair over her shoulder.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I don't think anyone has a clue yet on what I'm capable of. But you all will know soon enough. I am the bringer of darkness, the destroyer of worlds. Trust me when I say dark days are upon you all. I am here to destroy each and every person that dares step in my way. I'm sure your crude little minds think I'm talking about the average type of match you always see around here. You know what I'm talking about. The cheap insults, the hair pulling, name calling, slap boxing and screaming. Well...

Zahra inhaled and grinned even more.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: There will always be screaming when you're dealing with me. I'm out for pain. I'm out for blood. I'm out to make you all suffer. Each one of you brainless zombies in the back are at risk, so consider this an official warning.

The dull lights in the hallway began to flicker and the fog got just a little bit heavier. Zahra was silent for a moment before stepping forward once more.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: A little monster in the back told me that my first victim is Lana.

Zahra bit her lip and let out a hollow laugh. After a few moments, a small amount of blood appeared on Zahra's lip where she had bit down just a moment ago. She didn't bother to wipe it away.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: It will be my pleasure Lana, to rip the flesh from your bones like a starving vulture. I have a deep hunger and the only way it can be cured is with gold. And pain, of course. Anyways, something tells me you won't be quite prepared to deal with someone such as myself in the squared circle. Toe to toe with no where to run and certainly no where to hide. It'll be a quick game of cat and mouse. I toy around with you a little to make you think you have a chance, before I feast upon your pathetic existence. I will shred what little dignity you possess into a million microscopic pieces. All before spitting your brittle bones out in the middle of the ring for all to see.

The small amount of blood on Zahra's bottom lip rolled down the side of her chin. Again she paid no attention to it.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Come to think of it Lana, even if you weren't having to face me in this Queen of the Ring tournament, I'd still have a bone to pick with you. Quite frankly, you are partly to blame for the current... plague.. infecting this Women's division. Brought on by too many talentless broads clogging up the locker rooms trying to get famous. All of you are exactly the same. Mundane and materialistic. Sure you can pose for a pretty photo, but how do you hold up when your life could actually be on the line? I don't exactly play well with others, you know. I tend to be a bit... overly aggressive. I like chaos and I love pain. I like to destroy things. And it looks like you are up first. You get the fortune of being the first example I make around here since I broke my foot last year. I've had plenty of time to scout the competition at home while I healed up. Well, now I'm back and ready to inflict real pain on people. No longer am I entangled in a worthless stable that got me nowhere. I can do far more damage working on my own, without those two imbeciles here to hold me back. I decided to cut loose any excess dead weight, leaving my former stable mates in the dust. Now I can focus on ridding this place of all these bottom feeders.

Zahra paused for a moment as she held up her index finger. She ran her tongue over the blood that collected on her lip where she had bit down earlier, smearing it along her lip even more so.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Lana, I've always seen you as more of a cryer than a fighter. When the going gets tough, you run off and cry to anyone who will listen. Then you expect someone to just make things okay for you again. Just bat your fake lashes and POOF! Someone comes to fix all your mistakes. Or better yet, when you got injured in the ring once and settled for being that hideous Ogre Rusev's lap monkey manager. You didn't get back up and improve yourself. No, no, you gave up and accepted a check just to smile for the cameras and show off a little skin. One hiccup and you tossed in the towel for awhile. You're gutless, you're a coward. If you don't have the fight in you to get up again when you've been knocked on your ass, then you definitely don't have it in you to beat me.

Zahra laughed again and stood as close as she could to the camera. Zahra's black eyes stared coldly into the camera lens.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: You're nothing more than a silly little rabbit, Lana. A lamb to the slaughter. I will decimate you. You are weak. Mind, body, and soul. At Death Before Dishonor, I am going to be the snake that makes a meal out of you. The weak will never last long in an industry like this. Only the strong survive. Oh and just so we are clear on a few things, you should know that talk isn't cheap around here, and I'm gonna make sure you bleed out as payment for ever speaking my name, Lana. The fans already bought the tickets, now you get to take the ride. The ride of a lifetime. A thrill ride straight to hell on a one way ticket. Welcome to your fucking nightmare. Don't say I didn't warn you darling.

Zahra smeared the blood running down her lip and chin laughed over and over again as the camera faded out on her. Once the footage was cut off it was uploaded to EBWF.net.