Dead weight

[Jayme]

OOC - I hijacked Michelle McCool without permission.... j/k. Of course I had permission. It's only something small. I wanted to do a little more with this and make it a segment, but all this hospital business has really made it difficult. I was going to make this a little longer but they came in and gave me my pain meds so my head is all fuzzy now haha. I figured it was better than no showing anyways. Enjoy and good luck Nick S and Kamden. It's always fun!

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The scene opened up backstage at the Viejas Arena in San Diego, California. Angelina Love stood in the catering area backstage. Her long, platinum blonde hair draped loosely over her slender shoulders. She poured herself some fresh coffee into a small, white Styrofoam cup. Angelina reached out and picked up a stir stick and began to mix in her coffee creamer. Suddenly, someone out of camera view cleared their throat to gain Angelina's attention. Angelina didn't even turn to see who it was.

Angelina: Velvet, I just want a minute to think to myself. I didn't think that was too much to ask for.

Angelina continued to stir her coffee and taste it. Michelle McCool stepped into the camera view and shook her head. The EBWF Women's title sat over her shoulder with pride.

Michelle: Not exactly...

Angelina raised her eyebrow and spun around on the heel of her wrestling boots to see the Women's champion standing near her.

Angelina: Oh. You.

Michelle: Yeah. Me.

Angelina: Uhh, so what do you even want? I have a match to get ready for... so I don't exactly have time for any games right now. Try again later.

Michelle shook her head as Angelina went to walk right passed her. Michelle took a step to the side to block Angelina from leaving.

Michelle: No games, just hear me out for a minute. I wanted to talk about the other week and how you came down to the ring during my match and-

Angelina waved her hand to cut off Michelle for a moment.

Angelina: Whoa, whoa! Before you continue, don't flatter yourself, Michelle. In fact, I'm pretty sure I remember everything you had to say to me a few weeks back... and well, it doesn't really matter. You see, we're not friends. We never have been and we probably never will be. So don't look into it too much. I simply chose the better of two evils. I'd rather you have that title than those dim witted idiots. I was only there to level the playing field.

Angelina eyed up the title that sat over Michelle's shoulder still. Angelina poked at it with her manicured finger and looked Michelle McCool straight in the face.

Angelina: Don't forget that I still get a rematch for this title, and I will claim it. Don't think that offering a partnership with me is going to distract me from getting back what is rightfully mine.

Michelle shrugged her shoulders cockily as Angelina sipped her coffee and started to walk away once again.

Michelle: I just figured that you would be smarter than this. You just might regret passing up such a great opportunity. Don't say I didn't ever try. Come find me when you're ready for some real success around here.

Angelina stopped and looked back at the Women's champion. Michelle adjusted the title over her shoulder and patted the gold with her hand.

Michelle: Don't let your greed for this title get in the way. I know you're a smart business woman, just as I am. Maybe when you drop the dead weight you've been lugging around for so long and you're able to think a little more clearly, we'll be having a completely different conversation. But until then, best of luck and such. Hope Velvet doesn't cost you the rest of the gold you've managed to keep on to...

Michelle flipped her hair over her shoulder and promptly walked off without another word. Angelina watched her disappear out of sight and shook her head. The scene faded out to a commercial break.