[She pauses, genuinely unsure of how to describe her to somebody who's never heard of her. Finally, she settles for roughly grabbing his arm (over his shirt, she makes sure) and yanking it, trying to draw his attention away from her cuts and onto the whole of her.]

Look at me. Look at all that I am.

Xena did this. Xena made me. Every pain inflicted on my body and every pain I inflict on anyone else is because of her. I'm going to keep coming back here to this ring again and again, and if they eventually decide I'm no longer worth the trouble and bar me from entry, I'll find somewhere new. Another fight club, the city streets, some other innocent little girl's home. I will not care.

[She's breathing erratically again, teeth grinding.]

And every time you see someone who's suffered by my hand, I want you to think of the name Xena, because if she hadn't killed my village, my family, and my soul, I wouldn't be the monster you see before you today.

[Assuming he's looked the way she wanted, she goes ahead and drops his arm.]

Nothing else about her matters. That's all you need to know.