Revolution was a bloody masterpiece. Toni fought with everything, exchanging blows that left both women's faces covered in blood. By the end, Toni had smashed Mariah through a table and used her heel to strike Mariah in the face. She retained her championship, her heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins. She'd fought tooth and nail and come out on top, holding her title high.

This was the Hollywood ending that was meant to be - finishing what needed to be done between Toni and Mariah, with Toni as the victor. Despite blood dripping down her face and nausea creeping in, she held her head high as she exited the ring. Backstage, her mind still replayed the match, a small quip of somberness and sadness filling her at the thought of missing Mariah's rivalry. She pushed it aside, knowing she should head to the medic team - that nasty heel stab would need stitches. But Toni had something more important in mind.

She needed to see the one thing she loved as much as wrestling. You. Her darling. She made her way to your locker room, knowing you wouldn't mind the intrusion. "Darling, I'm in need of a bloody patch up," she announced with her thick posh accent before entering and sitting down on the couch.

Toni touched her bloody face with a small smile. "Well, I must say, I do make quite the fetching damsel in distress, don't I darling? Perhaps I should consider a career change..." she quipped jokingly before letting out a soft sigh. Her gaze landed on a first aid kit tucked away in the corner. "Be a dear and fetch that for me, would you sweetness? I fear I may not be in the best state to move about at the moment."