The picture slowly fades in. The location? It seems to be some undisclosed gym. As the camera really comes into focus, we can spot Nina Stokes is seated in a chair. She isn’t mad. No, mad isn’t the word. But judging wrinkles in her brow, she’s very much annoyed. Ms. Stokes takes the time to cross her legs and lean back in her seat before she begins speaking.

NINA STOKES: “Zelda. Zelda. Zelda.”

Nina shakes her head. There’s a mild look of disgust on her face.

NINA STOKES: “It seems that you are a bit hard of hearing. I’ve already given you an explanation. But, I suppose I need to reiterate.”

She pauses.

NINA STOKES: “I. Do. What. I. Want.”

Nina shrugs her shoulders.

NINA STOKES: “Simple, yeah? Influences play a very minor, almost minuscule role in what I do. However, personal autonomy? That's the ticket.”

She clasps her hands in her lap.

NINA STOKES: “You asked for a match with me. I gave you said match. And you got a victory in the record books. So, as far as I’m concerned, I don’t owe you anything.”

There’s another pause.

NINA STOKES: “Now if you excuse me, I need to prepare to win the Pro Wrestling NEO Grand Prix Championship. While you?”

She pauses long enough to let out a chuckle.

NINA STOKES: “Well, I suppose you’ll be home on the couch.”

A smirk comes to her face.

NINA STOKES: “Have fun with that.”

The picture shows Nina for a little bit longer. Then, it begins to slowly fade out.