On edge

[Jayme]

A soft knock was heard on the door to the Women's locker room. After a few moments passed, the door opened up and out popped Summer Rae's head. She looked at Michael Cole and nodded, looking side to side to make sure the coast was clear. She stepped out into the corridor and shut the door behind her.

Michael Cole: Good evening, Summer... May I ask why you seem a little on edge?

Summer: Really, Michael? Do you not remember what happened the last time you interviewed me? I got attacked by Angelina Love and her lap dog, Velvet Sky.

Michael Cole: I just wanted a few moments to speak with you about your very first Royal Rumble match.

Summer: Yeah, duh, I figured as much. Seriously, why are you here right now?

Michael Cole: Um, for the interview?

Summer: I got that, but I already spoke with management about having Renee Young interview me. She's my preference. So... bye.

Michael Cole appeared annoyed but kept his cool.

Michael Cole: Well she is uh, busy right now. So about your first Royal Rumble match tonight...

Summer: Right. Well, I'm honored to be a part of such a huge opportunity and all that jazz. Is that what you want to hear?

Michael Cole: I suppose that works. What are your opinions about the other women you will be stepping in the ring with?

Summer continued to look both ways down the hallway, keeping an eye out for anyone trying to jump her before her match this week.

Summer: Okay. I don't have opinions about any of them because I just simply don't care. I don't care if you are fresh in the company, or if you're desperately clinging to your fame from the good ole glory days. What I do care about is a chance to go to Wrestlemania and shove that Queen Bee Angelina off her high horse.

Michael Cole: Well you have to get through the Rumble first, Summer.

Summer: Duh, like I'm already aware of that. Idiot.

Summer Rae hissed at Michael Cole and tossed her flawless golden curls over her shoulder.

Michael Cole: You aren't worried about any of the other talent in the Rumble tonight? Not Eve Torres, The Bellas, Natalya or Trish Stratus?

Summer: Nope.

Michael Cole: Not even the Funkadactyles, Velvet Sky, Maria? Kelly Kelly?

Summer: Na-uh. No one.

Michael Cole: Despite the fact that Michelle McCool is still undefeated thus far, already beating you twice?

Summer: She got lucky.

Michael Cole: I don't think that's luck. Michelle seems to be-

Summer: Boooreeed.

Summer made a yawning motion and looked down at her fingernails for a moment.

Michael Cole: Well, I guess the best of luck to you in your match Summer...

Summer: I don't need luck. Especially from someone like you. Now get lost and next time don't bother showing up. Send Renee.

Summer quickly glanced around to check for Angelina once more. She opened the door to the locker room and jumped in place. There stood Angelina Love with her Women's Championship over her shoulder. How the hell did she get there? Had she been there the whole time? Angelina faked her smile at Summer and waved her fingers in a sarcastic manner. Summer yelped in surprise and spun on her heel, walking far away from Angelina with haste. The camera faded out to another segment.