Deflategate

[Jayme]

The cameras opened the scene backstage where Michael Cole stood in his suit and tie. He raised the microphone and began to speak.

Michael: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Michael Cole here. I am currently outside the EBWF Women's locker room, waiting to hopefully grab a few words with Angelina Love before her scheduled match tonight against Trish Stratus...

The door opened and Michael Cole perked up. It was short lived however, as Summer Rae stepped out of the locker room instead. She looked a little disheveled after losing the tag belts to Beautiful Dangerous.

Summer took one look at Michael and rolled her eyes.

Summer: Like no, Michael. I am not in the mood for you to pester me with 1000 questions about the same thing. Just.. no. Got it?

Michael: I - um. I wasn't actually waiting for you, Summer.

Summer flopped her hand forward in a sassy manner.

Summer: Oh please, we all know you were waiting with baited breath to speak with me. As everyone around here does, obviously.

Summer Rae flipped her long silky blonde hair over her shoulder with a bitch face expression.

Summer: I'm like totally a big deal, title or not. You better learn to respect a champion around here.

Michael: Uh, Summer, no offense, but you are no longer a champion...

Summer looked appalled and scoffed.

Summer: Uh - ew, who the hell are you? You can't like... tell me what I am or not! You like don't even know me! Jerk!!

Summer hissed the last part before she spun on her heels and walked off angrily. Michael made a weird expression as she stormed off and simply shrugged. Suddenly the door opened again and this time Angelina stepped out. Diva chatter could be heard from within the locker room until the door clicked shut. Michael Cole made his approach.

Michael: Angelina! Angelina I was wondering if you could tell the fans how you feel about your match tonight?

Angelina looked off to the right for a moment as if giving this real thought before she responded.

Angelina: You know, Michael. I'm not going to stand here and bad mouth Trish Stratus.

Michael seemed stunned.

Michael: You're-you're not?

Angelina: No. Good ole Stratus and I have gone around in the ring before, and I am pretty sure I've already said everything I can think of by now. Where is the fun in repeating myself?

Angelina looked forward down the hall for a moment then looked back at Michael Cole.

Angelina: I can make fun of her dating choices... but I wasn't much better at that either. I can make fun of her age... but who hasn't already? Maybe some word play on her name? Trash Stratus is so juvenile. I'll leave that kind of material for the "Mean Girls"...

Angelina used air quotes and rolled her eyes.

Angelina: I could scream conspiracy. Why did they get a title match to begin with? Because Trish is Natalya's bestfriend and we all know who Natalya is tied to. Wes Ikeda.

The girl fans in the arena screamed at the mention of his name.

Angelina: But I'll leave the conspiracies for Justin Gabriel.

Angelina chuckled to herself.

Angelina: But what I can do, is warn her. Warn her that I've shined my boot up nice and clean just for her. I plan to have about an inch of her makeup on it later, when I kick her in the face. Don't be surprised if you look like one of the footballs that Tom Brady let the air out of! Once the swelling kicks in, you might get lucky and it will knock a few of those wrinkles out for you.

Angelina continued to laugh at her own comments and walked off. Michael Cole simply bit his bottom lip and shrugged at the camera once more as it faded out to commercial.

[Ashlee]

Ha! Deflategate.