As Warfare returned from commercial break, the scene opened up backstage. Michelle McCool was walking down the corridor, filing her nails, the women’s championship belt on her shoulder. She was walking at a leisurely pace, not paying much attention to anything but herself. As she walked by the loading dock, another voice was heard.
"Ayy, pssst."
Michelle kept on walking. She didn’t hear anything.
"PSSSSST. HEY."
She stopped for a moment, appearing to have finally heard the whisper.
“Over here. The door behind you.”
She turned around, a little bewildered, to see the door just to her left cracked open.
Michelle: Umm, who are you?
“Just walk up to the door, it’s all good.”
Michelle: Hello, I’m not stupid. What if you’re one of Sasha’s goons or something?
Well, she was half right.
“That’s who I need to talk to you about. Sasha. I ain’t tryna start nothin’.”
The door opened a little bit more, the figure poking their head out. They had a hood over their head, sunglasses, and a black bandana covering the rest of their face.
Michelle: Oh no way, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this your way of trying to lure me in and kidnap me? No. Just no.
She turned around and shook her head, “pshhhd” obnoxiously, then went to continue her stroll.
“AY. Come on man, dang!”
At this point the person stepped out of the room and took a few giant steps on their tip toes over to Michelle… Like he was sneaky. It was obviously a man. He was massive. Michelle had to take a step back just to look at his face. She held up her hand in front of her, as if trying to protect herself.
Michelle: You’re terrible at this you know. Sheesh.
The man grumbled, then removed the hood from his head, and pulled down the bandana, before pushing the sunglasses to the top of his head. It was Angelo Dawkins.
Angelo Dawkins: I ain’t tryna kidnap you. All these stereotypes, man. I’m intelligent. I’m well learned, and I’m not a thug.
The crowd could be heard cheering in the background. He put a hand up to his chin thoughtfully, before looking down on Michelle.
Angelo Dawkins: But you know who IS a thug though. Sasha. Naaaw, she ain’t a thug really. Just thuggish. And she really ain’t that smart either. She’s the poster child for stereotypes. Ghetto is what a lot of ya’ll would call her. Ya feel me?
Michelle crossed her arms as she listened.
Michelle: Sasha? I thought you two were like best friends or something.
Angelo laughed loudly at that. His voice carried through the corridor. Then, all of the sudden, he stopped laughing and looked around him, covering his mouth and clearing his throat.
Angelo Dawkins: Naw man, she is just MEAN. I don’t even know what I do to desrve that. Disrespectful man, disrespectful. I can’t handle it sometimes. You ever know someone that’s just mean for no reason? You know, just a trip all the time?
The crowd could be heard laughing at his comment. Michelle shook her head.
Michelle: Of course not. So, why are you telling me this?
Angelo Dawkins: I had a dream, and it came true my man. I made my escape. I broke FREE! Whenever Sasha went out with Summer and Eva Marie earlier, she didn’t wait up for me. So I just left. And I’m tryna keep it on the down low… But I gotta tell you somethin’ too. It’ll benefit you AND me, ya feel me?
Michelle was definitely interested now. Though she had no idea what Angelo could possibly have in mind.
Angelo Dawkins: See, me and Sasha made this bet. I told her she wasn’t gonna win the gold tonight. And if she didn’t, she had to start bein’ nice to me, ya feel? But if SHE won? Man, she could talk all the mess she want and I can’t be mad. What she doesn’t know is I’m here right now, about to make my great escape.
Michelle: Soooo… Where do I come in exactly?
Angelo Dawkins: Man, you just need to win this match, that’s it. Easy enough for you right? I mean, you’re like a GIANT compared to Sasha anyway. But who isn’t? HAAAA!
He held out his fist for a bump but when Michelle didn’t go to return the favor, he shrugged then pulled his hood back over his head.
Angelo Dawkins: Suit yourself. Ay, if Sasha asks, you didn’t see me. I’m out. Catch you on the down low, McCruel.
He put his sunglasses back down over his eyes before turning the other way and heading towards the parking lot. Michelle wore a look of confusion as she watched Angelo make his “escape”, also somewhat ironically wondering why he had called her McCruel. There was no clue as to where he’d be going, but it wasn’t her problem, so she shrugged too, then continued down the hall and went back to filing her nails. But once again, she was stopped. This time by her “best friend” Renee Young. The women’s champion sighed loudly in exasperation.
Renee Young: Michelle, mind sharing a few words about your match tonight? You’re going against the newest contender for your title, Sasha---
Michelle: I know, Renee. And I don’t have anything to say. Why would I? She already says enough. Do you NOT see the ridiculous things she decides to say on Twitter? She is one of the few people who really shouldn’t speak their mind… Because I think she may be brainless. She’s just… Ignorant. And Ignorant can’t defeat Flawless.
Michelle nodded in approval, then smiled at Renee, patted her on the shoulder, then walked off again. The segment faded out into the next match.
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Earlier that day…
Sasha Banks and Angelo Dawkins were busy standing around, doing absolutely nothing useful at a promotional event for Warfare. The BOSS wore red pumps, and a little black dress and matching red lipstick, her hair done up to perfection. As short as she was, even in heels, standing next to her bodyguard/assistant didn’t make her look any taller. He was dressed up in a pinstripe cream colored suit, with brown leather shoes that had fancy gold plating on the toes. And to top it off, a ridiculous looking grey golf cap that did little to compliment anything. And of course, his trademark hipster glasses. Both were busy fashionably clashing with each other, while browsing their twitter and Instagram feeds.
After she made the tweet, she looked up from her phone to catch an older lady glaring at her. Sasha sneered and smacked her lips at her.
Sasha Banks: Lady you need to SWERVE. You can’t look at the BOSS like that. Tuh. Lookin’ like Betty Crockpot.
The old woman just shook her head in silent chaste and walked away. When the HBIC looked over to Angelo, he too was shaking his head.
Sasha Banks: What, you too? You’re supposed to have my back, Angelo. Why you ain’t defend me from that old lady, Angelo! What if she was gonna black pepper spray me, ANGELO!
Angelo Dawkins: Sasha, chill, damn. And It’s just pepper spray woman, there ain’t no black pepper in it.
Sasha Banks: Whatever. You just don’t have my back, that’s all Gucci. I’m fine. I don’t need you. I’ve got my girls. Eva and Summer and myself all know how to be a team player. You’s just all about yourself, Angelo. That ain’t right. But at least you know how to dress yourself. I don’t think I’d ever be seen with you if you dressed like a fool.
Angelo’s face was scrunched up like a cabbage patch doll at this point, while he was trying to make sense of what he was just being told off for. The irony of Sasha’s statement just made him laugh.
Sasha Banks: Oh so you think it’s funny too, huh?!
She was going to say so much more, but stopped when someone called out to her.
“Sasha! Omg, where have you been?!”
She turned around and Angelo heaved a sigh of relief. Sasha’s besties Summer Rae and Eva Marie inadvertently saved the day. She was beaming when she saw them.
Sasha Banks: Omg! I’ve been lookin’ for ya’ll!
She turned to mean mug Angelo.
Sasha Banks: You can just chill here and have fun and be about yourself, since that’s all you care about ANGELO! BYEEEEE.
And then the sassy trio departed. Angelo found some peace at last. He decided to tweet in his solitude.
“@AngeloDawkins: Man, females be trippin’. Fellas, get out while you can. I’ma be the example for all the MEN suffering abuse from WOMEN. Yea, you best believe it happens. Make the GREAT ESCAPE!! 2k14”
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A few hours later, Sasha was backstage at the Kansas Expocenter in Topeka, where Warfare was being hosted. The cameras were tailing Sasha, and she made an effort to act like a celebrity walking the red carpet. She was the HBIC after all.
Sasha Banks: All these cameras following me like I’m Nicki Mirage. I LOVE it! But for real, anybody seen Angelo?
She stopped her imaginary walk on the red carpet to look around her, then smacked her lips.
Sasha Banks: ANGELOOOOO!!! Ugh, whatever, let’s just go on without him.
She came around the corner to find Renee Young already set up and ready to go for her interview. Sasha was right on time. She didn’t like to be late, even if it was fashionably.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for tuning into EBWF.net to catch the July 14th Warfare Pre-show! Please welcome my guest at this time, Sasha Banks.
Sasha strutted into the frame, decked out in her sassy/high fashion risk ring gear—shutter shades and leather jacket thing included, giving her hair a last minute primp.
Sasha Banks: Excuse me, you’re supposed to refer to me as The BOSS. I’m not just Sasha Banks to someone like you Danae. Tuh.
Sasha rolled her eyes at Renee’s obliviousness.
Renee Young: Umm, it’s Renee actually, and... Okay?
Sasha Banks: Mhmm, so go ahead then, RENEE. Axe me a question.
Renee Young: Tonight, The… Boss Sasha, you’ll be going one on one with the women’s champion, Michelle McCool, having just come off a fatal four way victory at the King of the Ring Pay Per view. It was there you gained the upsetting win and an opportunity to compete for the EBWF Women’s championship. Any comments?
Sasha put a hand to her chest, obviously offended. An upset? Please!
Sasha Banks: Look, The BOSS knows how to handle herself and others, so um, yeah, that was no upset, that was definitely gonna happen. I’ma be the new champ after tonight, and I’ma beat Michelle McCruel and get her back for verbally assaultin’ me! She acts like she’s soooo bougie. SWERVE. You’re not boo boo so go on with that mess.
Renee looked a little confused. She didn’t know what Sasha just said even meant. So she nodded in agreement anyway then continued.
Renee Young: ……Okay. Next question. It seems you’ve already associated yourself with what some are labeling the “New Crew” of the EBWF diva’s division, Summer Rae and Eva Marie. Summer recently mad the bold statement of “out with the old, in with the new.” What exactly are you trying to prove by joining forces with the Red & Gold duo, and calling out the veterans of the diva’s division? Are you the only members of this clique, or are we likely to see more?
At this point, Sasha took off her glasses, and like it was perfectly timed, Summer Rae and Eva Marie arrived, taking posts on either side of Sasha. The trio smirked and briefly looked at each other, then looked back at Renee.
Summer Rae: You know Renee, we don’t have time to answer your boring questions. We all know you’re just dying to be a part of our group, but let’s face it, you don’t even qualify.
She smirked and ran a hand through her hair a little too suggestively, before striking her signature dancing pose. Eva Marie chimed in.
Eva Marie: Yeah, especially with clothes like that. I mean. Who wears gladiator heels anymore? And black is soooo not your color. You should try red!
Eva smirked at Renee, and Sasha clapped her hands admiringly, mouthing the words “All Red Everything!”
Summer Rae: And your eyes are a little too far apart. Not cute.
Sasha Banks: Those eyebrows don’t help either. You look like sack squash. Get those tweakers out and do some work on those face caterpillars. Don't think that just cuz you an interviewer you're safe from us. Tuh. BYEEEEE.
And with that, Sasha put her gold shutter shades back on and strutted past Renee. Eva Marie followed up, wiggling her fingers at Renee in farewell, with Summer on the tail end. When the much taller blonde walked by Renee, she decided to give her hair a sassy flip so that it hit the interviewer in the face, leaving her flustered and once again victim to some type of shenanigan.
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OOC: Shoutout to Jon, #WheresAngelo; character permission given, of course; excuse any weird typos and coding, I leave for orientation tomorrow until Tuesday so I'm posting a little early, hope ya'll enjoy it!