Foxxy Lady

[Ashlee]

Renee Young was seen walking down the hallway backstage. She was pulling her rolling bag, and wearing a light jacket with a scarf and dark sunglasses. As she wandered the corridors, looking for a production room. She heard a very loud, exaggerated, decidedly female, clearing of the throat.

Female Voice: You call that a walk?

Renee stopped, turned.

Renee Young: Excuse me?

The into the frame, and stepping into Renee's face, was Alicia Fox. She was dressed in a black corset with a feather boa.

Alicia Fox: I said, do you. call that. a walk?

Renee Young: I was ju...

Alicia Fox: You were just. You were just. You were what? Boring me with that average walk. Naw, honey. Naw. This is a walk.

She reached forward and pulled Renee's sunglasses before placing them on her own face. Then she proceeded down the hallway, dramatically planting her feet as if it were a runway. Renee began looking around, as if wondering if this were some kind of prank. Alicia returned to Renee, and took off the sunglasses. She folded them and stuck one of the temples into her corset, hanging them from her clothes.

Alicia Fox: Whatcha think about that?

Renee Young: That was nice... um, listen Alicia. I was just arriving, maybe later I could...

Alicia Fox: Uh, no. I'm a star. You're the help, and you'll have a word with me when I say! You know what though Renee, I've already made my entrance, so I don't even need you for this. Fine, just go...

Renee Young: Could I have my...

She gestured toward the sunglasses.

Alicia Fox: What!? Are you crazy!? These are mine! You saw me! I had them on when you got here.

Renee squeezed the bridge of her nose, and began to walk off. The camera pointed to the floor.

Alicia Fox: Wait! Wait! Where are you going! I'm not done! I've got something to say!

The camera panned back up, centering her into the frame.

Alicia Fox: It's time for the EBWF Women's Royal Rumble, and the winner gets to go to Wrestlemania. We all already know that New Orleans needs to be Foxxy. I could say that I look forward to going on to face Mandy Rose for the championship, but I doubt that that flash in the pan would be able to hold on to her gold for that long. Whatever happens, I'm going to have to beat eleven other women for this match if I'm going to make it to the grandest stage of them all. I get to come in at number eight, which isn't a bad start. When I look at the list of ladies who will be entering this match there are only a few words to describe each and every one of them.

She held up a finger with each recited word.

Alicia Fox: Old. Untalented. Who? That's right ladies! I don't even have to drag your damn names one by one, because a third of you are expired, a third of you can't wrestle, and the other third must have just stumbled in from a club, because I've never heard of you! I'll be waving by to y'all as you go sailing out of the ring, and I stamp my ticket to Wrestlemania.

She shooed the cameraman away.

Alicia Fox: Now you can get back to whatever it was you were doing.

There was an audible sigh from the cameraman, as the camera pointed to the floor again and the feed abruptly cut off.

[Sam]

I will always enjoy Alicia Fox being extra!