Seeing Red

[Jayme]

The cameras opened up backstage at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas, where Warfare was taking place. The cameras showed a backstage corridor where former EBWF Women's champion, Angelina Love, sat on an equipment box. She leaned her back against the off-white painted cinder block wall, her legs hung over the black equipment box. She was busy looking at her cell phone and laughing when someone cleared their throat to gain her attention. The camera panned back to show Michael Cole. Angelina instantly looked annoyed when she looked at him.

Angelina: Uhh - what?

Her irritation made evident in the tone of her voice.

Michael: I just wondered if I could ask you a few questions before your match this evening?

Angelina went back to watching her phone and laughing some more to herself. Michael Cole appeared confused.

Michael: Is that a no then..?

Angelina: Look dweeb, you better ask away before I change my mind. Kapeesh?!

Michael: Alright, well, I wanted to start off with where you have been these past few weeks... months?

Angelina: I've been here the whole frickin' time, what the hell are you yammering on about?

Angelina replayed the video on her phone again and snickered some more, not even giving Michael Cole the respect to look at him during this "interview".

Michael: I just mean you don't seem to have as many matches as of late... and...

Angelina laughed again, still looking down at her phone. Michael Cole began to grow annoyed with this. He bit his bottom lip for a moment, it was his turn to be annoyed.

Michael: May I ask what's so funny?

Angelina shrugged and showed the phone towards the camera. It was video of Angelina's former tag partner, Velvet Sky, losing the Women's Championship to AJ Lee. Angelina kept laughing and shook her head.

Angelina: She had the belt for like, what? Two weeks or some shit?

Angelina cracked up and slapped her hand against her knee.

Angelina: What an idiot! You had it all... and you let it go. To the Jersey rat, AJ Lee, of all people!

Michael rolled his eyes and tried to continue on.

Michael: Anyways, you have a match tonight against Eva Marie.

Angelina simply laughed again at her opponents name. Michael Cole grew even more confused by this. He was use to Angelina having some sort of angry outburst. Usually about her time being wasted on someone she viewed below her level. Eva Marie was certainly no where close to her level, in Angelina's mind. She was a just another mindless ring rat who ran with a pack for protection. There was certainly no way any of the those three could stand alone and be successful. They had to stick together because of Divas like Angelina Love and Michelle McCool. Divas who were more than ready to rid the division of girls like Sasha Banks, Summer Rae, and Eva Marie.

Angelina: Yes, little Miss "All Red Everything."

Angelina tried to imitate the signature snap that the Mean Girls usually do but failed. She shrugged it off.

Angelina: I can tell you one thing, Michael.

Michael: What's that?

Angelina: She truly will be "All red everything" when I'm done with her. She's so worried about that precious little face of hers? I can rearrange a few facial features with my boot. I've been meaning to kick someone in the face lately. I can't let myself get rusty at it you know. You don't use it, you lose it. My Mother always said that.

Angelina brushed her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.

Angelina: Then again my Mom was wrong. I won't ever "lose" it because I am that damn good.

Angelina hopped off the equipment box and dusted herself off.

Angelina: Now Michael, it's time to make a bitch bleed!