The camera opens inside a dimly lit living room in Montreal. Snow falls softly outside the window, the city quiet—but inside, tension hangs thick. Marie Van Claudio sits on her couch, still in street clothes, the glow of the TV reflecting in her eyes. The replay loops: Trey Mack handing the UTA International Championship to Amy Harrison… Valkyrie Knoxx stepping in beside her.

Marie doesn’t blink.

She exhales slowly, shaking her head in disbelief before finally speaking.

“So… this is what it’s come to.”

She lets out a hollow laugh, eyes still locked on the screen.

“I watched it over… and over… and over again, hoping maybe I missed something. Hoping there was some explanation. Some reason that would make this make sense.”

She finally looks away from the TV, straight into the camera—hurt written all over her face.

“But there is no explanation, is there, Amy?”

A pause. Her tone sharpens.

“You didn’t win that championship. You didn’t fight for it. You didn’t earn it. It was handed to you… like some kind of sick joke. And you stood there… and you took it.”

Marie stands up slowly, pacing.

“And Trey Mack? That’s the company you keep now? That’s who you align yourself with? The same kind of corruption, the same kind of manipulation that we fought against?”

She stops, clenching her fists.

“And Valkyrie…”

Her voice softens for just a moment—more disappointment than anger.

“You stood beside me. You fought beside me. We went to war against The Empire because we believed in something better. Because we believed in doing things the right way.”

She shakes her head, the emotion building.

“And now I see you standing next to her… like all of that meant nothing.”

Marie walks closer to the camera now, intensity rising.

“I want answers.”

“Why, Amy? WHY is it always you?”

“Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep choosing the easy way, the dirty way, the way that spits in the face of everything this business is supposed to be?”

She points back at the TV, where Amy is holding the title.

“You think that makes you a champion? You think that moment—that—is going to define your legacy?”

She scoffs.

“No. That’s the moment that destroys it.”

Marie’s voice lowers, more controlled now—but far more dangerous.

“You had everything. Talent. Respect. A place in this company that people would’ve killed for. And instead of standing on your own… you chose this.”

“You chose betrayal.”

“You chose shortcuts.”

“You chose to become exactly what we once stood against.”

She steps back, folding her arms, eyes cold.

“So here’s what’s going to happen.”

“You’re going to give me those answers. Whether it’s in a ring, face to face, or when I’m standing across from you with everything on the line… you’re going to explain yourself.”

“And if you don’t?”

She tilts her head slightly.

“Then I’ll make my own answer.”

Marie leans in one last time, voice quiet but cutting.

“Because if you think for one second that I’m going to let that be the story of the UTA International Championship…”

She shakes her head slowly.

“Then you don’t know me at all.”

The TV flickers again behind her—Amy Harrison holding the title high.

Marie doesn’t look back this time.

Fade to black.