Lights Out

[Jayme]

The cameras opened up the scene backstage at the Air Canada Centre in Angelina's hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Angelina Love was seen sitting on a bench in the Women's locker room. Several other Divas were in the room, chatting among one another. Angelina sat off by herself like usual, unable to stand the other girls in the locker room. While most of them were bantering back and forth about who wears too much makeup or bronzer, who was the sloppiest Diva in the locker room, or Alexa Bliss and her glitter that seemed to get on everyone and on everything.

Summer: ...last week, I had glitter in my bra somehow. Like, how does that even happen? I haven't used glitter since I was like... twelve!

Sasha: She blew it in my eye! I could sew her for that!

Summer: You mean sue her...

Summer Rae could be heard talking to her team mates, Eva Marie and Sasha Banks. Angelina would glance up from time to time and shoot a glare at Sasha. However, Sasha was too wrapped up with her friends and applying their makeup, she didn't even notice. Angelina scrubbed at her wrestling boots when a knock was heard on the door. One of the other Divas answered it and looked over her shoulder in Angelina's direction. That must mean it was for her, but no one wanted to directly speak to Angelina, afraid of how she would react to them. She stood up and walked just outside the Women's locker room. She continued to scrub at her wrestling boot while Michael Cole signaled for his camera man to start rolling for an interview. Michael Cole seemed a bit tense after the last encounter he had with Angelina.

Michael: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My guest at this time, Angelina Love.

Angelina: That was quite a half ass introduction if I do say so myself. Almost as pathetic as your puny little life. But you know what?

Michael: W-what?

Angelina: I'm going to let it go. I'm actually in a rather decent mood tonight.

Michael: Even if you are scheduled a match against Sasha Banks this evening?

Angelina shrugged her shoulders and finished scrubbing her boot. She looked up at Michael and nodded.

Angelina: Well... yeah. I mean, you and I both know I hate my time being wasted, and Sasha is absolutely a waste of time. But you know what? It's okay.

Michael: It is?

Angelina: Yeah, it doesn't irk me like it does facing AJ Lee or her half-wit friend, Wednesday Addams. Sasha might just be about as dense as they come these days, but she is able to get the job done... sometimes. I will give a little credit where credit is due, I suppose.

Angelina looked over her wrestling boot and smiled contently.

Angelina: You see, I just got done getting off any lasting smudges on my boots from my last handful of opponents. It's a clean canvas for Sasha's face, tonight! Despite my lovely ass mood right now, I will personally make sure that it's lights out for Mister Ed. There is no way in hell she is going to beat me, especially in my hometown of Toronto!

Angelina smiled cockily and shrugged her shoulders once more. She stepped back into the locker room to finish getting ready for her match tonight. The scene faded out to another segment.