Kharma's a Bitch!

[Jayme]

Summer Rae stood backstage in her ring gear and in full makeup. She had a nice dark tan going on even though it was Winter time. This was a sign she had been on a tropical vacation, leaving many to believe her and her Mean Girl cohorts had taken some vacation together after Sasha Banks had lost the title at Fanniversary. Summer was busy checking herself out in one of the mirrors backstage when Michael Cole approached her.

Michael: Summer?

Summer jumped, not expecting the interviewer to be there. She rolled her eyes the second she saw Michael Cole. Summer spun around on her heel to face him.

Summer: Um - whhaat?

Her tone was coated in agitation at him being there.

Michael: I just wanted to see what your thoughts were about facing Kharma tonight on Warfare?

Summer's eyes nearly bulged out of her head when he mentioned this to her.

Summer: Kh-kh - Kharma? Th - that elephant?! I have to face that elephant?!?

Michael Cole nodded his head yes and Summer nearly lost her shit right there.

Summer: OMG! Whaaa-t?! How do I beat someone that has her own gravitational pull? She's so big she has 7 different zip codes. Seriously!! She is like 150 times my size! How the - URGHHH!

Summer let out a grunt in frustration and threw a mini temper tantrum in the spot she stood in.

Summer: Michael that's so not even fair! What the hell did I do to deserve this death sentence?

Summer looked on the verge of tears and stormed off, clearly unsure of what she was going to do and afraid for her life. Michael let out a chuckle he had been holding in as he watched her run off down the hallway.

Michael: Best of luck to Summer Rae this evening taking on Kharma, and that match is up next.

The scene faded to a commercial break.