Oh, my sisters!

[Merititis stands centre ring in an empty arena, the International Frauen-Berufsringer Championship belt sparkling under the spotlight. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as she addresses them, her voice steady and powerful. Merititis is dressed in the robes of an Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh with an elegant headrest. Her olive green eyes pierce the camera lens.]

Merititis:
No more than a warrior, yet driven
By the same fierce fire that ignites
The hearts of the greatest champions!
How could I, the Queen of the Ring,
Surrender my crown to mere mortals,
When I hold the spirit of a lioness within?
This world was ours, equal in glory,
Until they dared to strip us of our legacy!
All is but ash; patience is for the weak,
And rage—oh, that becomes the beast within!
Is it a crime to embrace the shadow of death
Before it dares to claim my soul?

[She paces, eyes burning with passion, gesturing towards her opponents.]

Merititis:
How are you, fierce competitors?
What? Do not cower! Stand tall!
My loyal warriors! Oh, my sisters!
Look! The light dims, yet we are undeterred!
Hear me, brave souls! We will rise again,
Bury the doubts of yesterday!
Whatever is courageous and bold,
Let’s seize it with the ferocity of our forebears
And face the darkness with pride.
Come now! The legacy of our fallen
Is cold, yet our spirits burn bright!
Oh, my sisters! We have but one path—
To fight with resolve and meet our fate
Head-on, as champions, with unyielding hearts!
I am the Mother of Two Kings—
Each as deadly as the other, await and witness your resolution.

[With a final fierce shout, she lowers her head and the scene fades to...BLACK.]