¤¥¤ An Owl Can Be Heard Hooting From A Nearby Tree. A Woman, Dressed Completely In Black Walks Forward, Her Head Tilted Down Toward The Ground, A Dozen Roses Resting In Her Hands. The Womans Face, Covered By A Hood. She Walks Slowly But Steadly Towards A Large Gate. A Police Officer Stands Nearby, Nodding As The Woman Enters Threw The Gate, Her Eyes Still Fixed On The Ground Below. As The Cameras Pull Back It Reveals A Graveyard. The Woman Makes Her Way A Set Of 7 Headstones Lying In The Ground. She Stops At The First One And Lowers Her Hood Revealing The Macabre Mistress Tylene Buck. A Tear Runs Down Her Cheek As She Kneels Down In Front Of The First Headstone. She Lays A Rose Down And Rubs Her Hand Across The Name. "Tylene Buck" ¤¥¤

.·°» ' The Macabre Mistress ' Tylene Buck «°·.
"Here Lies A Naive Little Girl.. One Who Was So Sure Of Everything Around Her. A Girl That Was So Trusting.. So Caring.. And Didnt See The Truth Right In Front Of Her. The Truth That All Those Girls That She Was Supposedly "Friends" With.. Were Only Using Her. Using Her To Get To The Top Of The wMe Because She Was The Best. And She Fell For It. The Little Bitch Fell For It. And What Did It Get Her? She Lost Her Husband. She Lost Her Baby. She Lost Her Title. Alls Fair In Love And War They Say. But There Was A Good Side To It. She Died. The Little Girl Died. And A New Woman Emerged. A Woman A Little Bit Smarter.. A Little Bit Wiser.. And A Lot More Dangerous. You See.. The Woman Before You.. Isnt Trusting.. And Will Do Whatever It Takes To Get What She Wants. And Thats Just What I Plan On Doing.. Come Survivor Series I Will Take Back What Never Should Have Left Me In The First Place. The wMe Womens Championship. In Order To Accomplish This.. I Had To Kill Tylene Buck. I Had To Kill Her So That She Could Become What She Should Have Been A Long Time Ago.. Me. Untrusting, Unloyal, Unethical, Macabre Mistress Within. And May I Say.. Its Good To Finally Come Out And Play."

¤¥¤ A Smirk Forms Across Her Face, And A Low Chuckle From Her Lips. Tylene Walks Slowly Over To The Next Headstone, Laying Another Rose Upon It. ¤¥¤

.·°» ' The Macabre Mistress ' Tylene Buck «°·.
"Here Lies.. A Beloved Friend. Someone Who Always Said She Would Be There For Me.. And Me Her. But That Wasnt The Case Was It. You Weren't There When I Lost My Child.. Were You Stacy.. And Yet. You Expected Me To Be There For You When You Had To Suffer Something Almost As Painful?! Isnt That A Little Selfish Stacy? But Then Again.. Its Always Been About You Hasnt It. You And John, You And Trish, You Wanting The Womens Title When I Had It. But You Didnt Get It Did You? And Hell, You Even Tried.. In That Boot Camp Match. You FAILED Stacy. You Failed At That And You Failed At Maintaining A Relationship With John Cena. And Your Going To Fail Again... At Survivor Series. You Think That Just Because You Have A New Attitude.. Because You Killed Off Goodie Goodie Keibler That Its Going To Change The Outcome Of This Match Or Any Match That You And I Have To Face One Another? It Wont. You May Have A New Persona But Fact Remains. Your Still The Same Little Bitch Looking To Make A Name For Herself. And If You Think Your Going To Get That Name By Riding My Coatails You Have Another Thing Coming. The Only Thing Your Going To Get.. Is Your Ass Handed To You Once Again. No Remorse. Just Pain. Suffering. Hurt. Hurt Worse Than When That Fat Piece Of Lard Paul Heyman Decided To Take Matters Into His Own Hands And End The Life Of My Child. Life Isnt Fair Stacy. It Never Is. It Never Will Be. Im Sorry For What Fates Decided For You. But I Wont Feel Sorry For Anything I Do In That Chamber. Because In The Ring.. There Are No Friends. Only Opponents. And When It Comes Down To You And I. We'll Be Just That.."

¤¥¤ She Shakes Her Head, Moving Over Towards The Next Headstone, Setting Yet Another Rose Down Upon It. ¤¥¤

.·°» ' The Macabre Mistress ' Tylene Buck «°·.
"Here Lies.. The Supposed Devil Herself... The Woman Who Was Supposed To Also Have My Back.. But.. Instead.. She Decided To Do The Same As Everyone Else. Turn On Her Friend.. Me. Thats Fine. Because You See I No Longer Care. I No Longer Need Someone To Watch Out For Me In this God Forsaken Place. All I Need, Is Two Things. One Of Which I Have. One Of Which I Plan To Get Sunday Night. Dear Lucy, Do You Honestly Believe In That Skull Of Yours That You Have What It Takes To Become The Womens Champion When You Couldnt Even Hold The Title You Had In The First Place. The Diva Tag Team Title. That Itself Was Too Much Work For You.. And Yet You Think That You Can Handle The Responsibility Of Being The Best Female In Our Business. You Cant. Because Your Not. Your Not The Best. You Never Will Be. Because There Will Always Be One Woman Who Stands In Your Way. The Same Way I Did The Last Time You Wanted To Take A Shot At The Title Which Is Still To This Day Rightfully Mine. You Tried Just Like All The Others.. Regardless Of Our Friendship.. You Still Tried. And What Happened? Just Like Keibler.. You Failed. But I Understand. Thats The Only Thing You've Really Ever Been Good At.. Coming Up Just A Bit Short. Personally.. Your No Threat In This Match. I Know What You Can Do.. I've Seen It.. I've Felt It. And Its Nothing Compared To The Pain I Plan On Inflicting On Any And Everyone Who Tries To Get In My Way. Im Tired Of Playing Well With Others. Im Done With It. Im Done With You. You Step In My Way.. I Will Destroy You."

¤¥¤ She Pauses For A Moment As The Wind Passes By, Her Hair Flying In The Breeze. She Steps Over To The Next Headstone, Laying Another Rose Down On It. ¤¥¤

.·°» ' The Macabre Mistress ' Tylene Buck «°·.
"Here Lies.. A Pathetic Excuse For A Human Being. Ms. Kim Kanner.. Seemed Like You Were Put In Your Place Last Time I Was In That Ring.. I Showed You.. That I Wasnt Playing Games Anymore.. That You Werent In My League.. And You Never Will Be. It Was Funny.. Seeing How Upset You Were After What I Did To Scotty.. He Wanted Me.. It Was Written All Over His Face.. And That Killed You Inside.. I Remember That Look.. That Look Of Hurt.. The Same Look That Was On Your Face.. When Your Beloved Johnny Stamboli Decided He Wanted Me. Not You. Me. Just Like Scotty. But Now Everythings All Happy. You Two Are Going To Get Married. Seems To Be A Trend Around Here.. Everyone Getting Engaged. Lets Just Hope Nothing Happens That Could.. Mess Up That Little State Of Bliss... Because It Would Honestly.. Break My Heart If Something Happened.. And I Wasnt The One Responsible For It.. Regardless.. You Know I Wish You And Scotty Nothing But The Best.. However The Fact Still Remains.. That You Two May Be Joyus Because Of The Union You Wish To Partake In.. But Come Sunday I Will Take That Happy Little World Of Yours And Drive It Into The Ground.. Taking With It Any Dream You Had Of Becoming Womens Champion.. Stupid Little Whore.. You'll Get Whats Coming To You.. Thats A Macabre Guarantee.."

¤¥¤ Tylene Kicks The Stone With The Heel Of Her Boot, Causing It To Fall Over A Bit. She Laughs Lowly As She Makes Her Way To Another Headstone, Sitting On Top Of It, Placing A Rose Down Beside Her. ¤¥¤