OOC: Well my computer if effed up and wont connect to the Internet. So frustrated about it. Anyways, here is at least something I typed on my phone.

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Velvet was at the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri. She sat in a makeup chair with her title across her lap. The makeup artist gently brushed some powder on Velvet's cheekbones as she finished with the final touches. Velvet's smile grew ever bigger when Justin Gabriel suddenly walked into the scene.

Velvet: Just the person I wanted to see. Come to wish me luck?

Justin: Do you need me to?

Justin smiled back at her and winked.

Velvet: Against AJ Lee? I don't think so. Maybe back in the day when she had some skill... but now she can hardly wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag. Usually wrestlers improve over time. She's like ass backwards, getting worse as time goes on.

Justin: Did she do an interview yet?

Velvet: I don't think so, why?

Justin simply shrugged his broad shoulders.

Justin: I figured you'd like to hear what she might have to say about you being the new Women's champion.

Velvet: It doesn't matter. That's even if I could stay awake during her promo anymore. Every time she opens her mouth all I hear is "blah, blah, blah I'm going to bring my A game this time."

Velvet shook her head and rolled her eyes before staring down at the gold title on her lap.

Velvet: She better bring more than her so called "best"... I finally got my hands on the Women's title, and I sure as hell don't plan losing it already. This is a last woman standing match and that is exactly what I will be, the last woman standing. If she truly wants this belt, she better be prepared for the fight of her life.

Velvet crossed her toned legs, holding the title so it wouldn't fall.

Velvet: Besides, she's not even championship material. What has she done to deserve a shot at this belt? She got like... one lucky win out of a thousand losses, and she gets a title shot? It doesn't make any sense to me. Then again, neither does her jean shorts and tacky converse boots, but I digress. I am a fighting champion, so I'll just go out there and drop her on her face. Hard. Maybe it will actually knock some sense back into her. One could only hope.

Justin smiled and took her hand in his while she stood up from the chair. Velvet thanked the makeup artist and they made their way out into the hallway.

Justin: Sounds like you've got it covered then.

Velvet: I always do!

The camera showed the pair walking together down the hall as the scene slowly faded out to another segment.