The road was dark, edged with trees. Its leaves, dry and twisted seemingly hung in mid air, on the thin wires that were once branches. With the soft wind, a few leaves blew before hovering lightly over the road and then settling on it. REBECCA RANCID picked up a slightly orange leaf, twirling it by the stem in her fingers. For it moment, it held her attention before she let go of it, enabling it to crumble into pieces. She wondered how something so live and rich in color could result in dust but such was the life of the average human being. For years now, Rebecca had seen the incline and decline of humanity. She had seen men rise to the top and trickle down to the bottom in a pattern that started to bore her until one day she decided to make the process faster. She was the eternal destructor, not of man's wealth, but of the core -- their spirit. Sitting on top of two billion dollar empires, she had more control than anyone could imagine and in true villain fashion, used that power to exercise her hatred of this weakness within mankind. Her latest exploit was Georgia James; a woman she had kept a close eye on in the past couple of years and decided that the timing couldn't be more perfect to make her intentions known. It started out with a simple attack on the former Femme Fatal Championess during one of her matches. Many thought that Rebecca Rancid's goal was to attain the title and she had no other business but they were dead wrong. Although her actions seemed perspicuous, she was very meticulous in her planning. Certainly, the two woman had never exchanged pleasantries before but could dispose of the formalities since they were quite familiar with each other's success. Rebecca was also once indirectly responsible for the defeat of Georgia James but she refused to take credit for that, giving it solely to her protege Lola Star. But what seemed to be the driving force behind this personal vendetta Rebecca had against PWT's precious Gee? Perhaps we shall find out sooner. Rebecca looked at the road ahead of her. There was nothing but a monotonous pitch black darkness but to her, it was clearly visible. She saw the trees continue uphill, like an uninterrupted beauty as she walked towards it. It was unclear where she was or intended to be but this place held some sort of importance to our unsympathetic villainess. The house she was living in temporarily was further uphill. Its windows were aglow with light, captivating all focus during the night. The door slammed against the wall as Rebecca entered the house, causing all heads to turn. She was infamous for her grand entrances. "Rebecca, darling! You ought to warn us that you will be home late. Your dinner is getting cold," said a woman, on the very cusp of her fifties. Georgina Brier was forty nine with three children. One of whom was not present as he lived in Washington with his wife and the other two who were in their teens, sat at the dinning table doing their what was presumed as their homework. "I'm not hungry," she responded dryly as if she was in desperate need for a glass of water to quench her thirst. "Oh c'mon, sweetheart! You ought to be hungry after a such a long walk home. Come here, I'll heat it up again," she said in her distinctive Southern accent before picking her stout body off of a small chair and getting to work. "When Shawn was in his twenties, he would go for long walks around here and I would fix him up a high carb meal when he came home tired-" she said, speaking of her thirty-five year old son in Washington. Rebecca knew of the Brier family because Shawn was her Washington man. "-Of course, those were the days when I had the energy to do such a task-" she continued on, not looking at Rebecca directly once. "-But it's no trouble for any friend of Shawns. We ought to show them some good southern hospitality down here in Georgia." Rebecca's emotionless face suddenly broke out into a half smile. She was here in the home of the glorified goddess, with a strong desire to break her from within. "Oh yes, Mrs. Brier!" exclaimed Rebecca pretentiously. "I truly appreciate you and your family letting me stay here." Without being asked to, Rebecca pulled a chair next to little Johnny Brier and peered over his shoulder to see how he was doing with those equations she had taught him about earlier that day. "Well, this house has room for five and ever since my husband died, it has been lonely not to have another adult around. It would have been nice if Shawn was down here with us. I was fourteen when I had him so it always felt like we were around the same age," said Georgina as she brought Rebecca's food to her. "I hope you enjoy this, lady. I got an apple pie ready for you in the oven." Widening her bright green eyes with excitement, Rebecca looked amused but on the inside she wished Georgina would shut up. "You know, I knew of Georgia James before she became famous," said Georgina Brier, capturing Rebecca's interest. It seemed as though Georgina was familiar with the media. "Oh really?" replied the startled blonde. "She was a chubby little girl, always came here for a treat or two. Then she grew up real fast but somehow still managed to remain a little angel. I always think that she still is a virgin," Georgina quipped, once again not directly looking at Rebecca but in mid air, at nothingness as she reminisced. Rebecca smiled but on the inside, she was really smirking. It amused her to see people fall so easily for the facade Georgia James put up in order to cover up her weakness. "Oh, I highly doubt that," replied Rebecca, always up for a good debate. "I know someone who can tell me that she was quite the little whore in the bedroom." For the first time, Georgina looks at Rebecca, utter shock being displayed on her rather disfigured face. "Well that's not a very nice thing to say about a lady, Miss Davis," Georgina snapped, her tone was more serious and less sing-song like. "Well according to my sources, Georgia James is not exactly a lady," Rebecca argued back without having to argue back. There wasn't a crack in her voice when she spoke and she remained calm, displaying only a subtle smirk on her face. "In fact, I recall her putting on a live sex show for a rather large audience, including the millions of viewers back home. I suppose they don't have cable down here in Georgia though or else I wonder how Mrs. James would have felt watching her precious little angel fornicating in the eye of the public. She's quite the little tart, isn't she?" "What?!" Mrs. Brier felt a shortage of words coming from her mouth. She truly couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I have the tape here if you'd like me to play it. That's what I went to get today," says Rebecca, gesturing towards her Chanel tote that lay on the couch. "No no please," said Georgina with extreme displeasure. "I refuse to believe Georgia James would act in such a manner. She's such a sweet girl." Standing up from her table now, Rebecca glared at the woman below her. She did not need to take a second glance at the children as they seemed engrossed in their homework. It was as though they were deaf and the world Rebecca and Georgia lived in was unknown to them. Ignorance WAS bliss. "You really would like to believe that, wouldn't you Mrs. Brier?" asked Rebecca, her voice possessed that same dryness it did when she entered the house. "The Georgia James you know is a fake. A woman who has no personality of her own, therefore she strives to be someone else, someone who is successful in their job, someone with an edge. That someone just happens to be me, Mrs. Brier. I watched her these past couple of years, more closely than she'd even imagine and I know what she truly is -- a leech!" Rebecca declares. Her voice is soft but over powers the whole house. "It was quite odd watching her go from brunette to blond, like me. She dated Seifer right after I did and then dared to call their union golden. The Golden Couple? Where have we heard that before? The over glorified goddess has quite a sense of humor but I'd give the credit to how dense she truly is. Tara Wilson is THEE Goddess but Georgia James has made a career out of imitating Tara, myself and I'm sure, many other woman out there. She even shed her good girl image to be bad to bone like me." "I.." Georgina went on to say but was interrupted by Rebecca Rancid, who wasn't keen on listening to another word out of this woman. "And after the audience was foolish enough to buy it, she laid down for Isabell Winters, a known admirer of mine, just like she did for Lola Star." A soft smirk becomes apparent on Rebecca's face once she stops. "But that doesn't piss me off in the least bit, Mrs. Brier. What annoys me about Georgia James is how truly over glorified she is. I'm not trying to take away from Miss James's talent as she sure has accomplished a lot, for a woman, here in PWT. But what Georgia lacks is consistency, therefore she will never be my equal. She has butt heads with the best of them and won at times but what amuses me is her failure to protect herself against the weak. Her effort, or lack thereof against Lori Anne proved it as she was almost about to fall to the feet of the jobber until I came into that ring and saved her from the humiliation she deserved. Keep in mind that I only did that because I wanted to humiliate her myself." A tear rolls down the cheek of the highly emotional Georgina Brier. She couldn't comprehend why someone would wish to hurt her little Georgia but that was only because she was as much of a second hander as Georgia James. "Since that was postponed because of her match with that snake Ciara Cage, I decided to exert my dominance over that little 'peon' after she experienced defeat for what seemed to be the 100th time in a row. This week, Georgia James will feel the wrath of the pyro princess." "But.. But.." cried the weak Georgina Brier. "Shut up!" Rebecca snapped. Sitting back on her chair, she barked orders at Mrs. Georgina Brier to bring her some apple pie.