Evelyn 3:16.

The room was dim, the only source of light was the small ceiling light above a steel chair. Empty.

The faint sound of footsteps began as the heavy door opened and slammed shut, the figure drawing closer to the dimmed light.

Keeping her head down as she plopped into the steel chair, she chuckled. She raised her head up as she looked into the camera, shaking her head.

"You know, there were plenty of people in my life that said I would never do it. They said I was too spoiled or too fragile for a career like this."

Evelyn laughed again, then put on a serious face.

"Not at all. You see, I may be Stone Cold's daughter, but that doesn't mean he was the reason why I came into this business. I told him straight up that I didn't want nor need his help. And that's why I'm here."

Evelyn smirked and cracked her knuckles.

"After SummerSlam, titles or no titles, I want what every woman wants. I want that Vendetta championship. And I always get what I want. No matter what the hell it takes."

Evelyn got up and walked out the camera view. It stood quiet until a loud grunt was heard from the camera man as Evelyn kicked him from behind, the camera dropping onto the cold floor.