Velvet Sky walked towards the stage curtains for her match. Michael Cole tried his best to catch up with her without breaking out into a full out run.

Michael: Velvet! Velvet... Can I.. grab a word.. with you?

Michael Cole said this between panting, out of breath from trying to get to her.

Velvet: Sure Cole, what's up?

Michael: Last week you managed an impressive win over Mighty Molly to advance in the Queen of the Ring tournament. Now you go on to face EBWF's longest reigning Women's champion, Trish Stratus. How are you feeling going into this match tonight?

Velvet: I surprised myself last week by winning against Molly. I'm not saying I didn't believe in myself, but she's definitely not an easy competitor in the ring. Neither is Trish Stratus. This isn't the first time I've stepped in the ring to face Trish, and I'm sure it won't be the last either. I have a tough fight ahead of me and I know it. I'm just going to go out there and do the best I can. It's all I can do. Trish has done a lot for this division and made it possible for women such as myself to be here. I owe her for that, no doubt. But tonight, I'm going to give it all I've got to advance yet again. I won't just give up on this chance to face the current Women's champion, Sasha Banks.

Michael Cole straightened out his tie while she talked, nodding his head here and there.

Velvet: I'm sure Trish will just mention how I never seem to quite make the cut, always falling short where it counts the most. I don't doubt that she will be quick to point out all my shortcomings. That's fine, I expect it from the girls around here now days. But my past doesn't matter, my future does. I respect Trish Stratus far too much to stand here and bad mouth her. I'm not about that, unlike the Mean Girls or some other Divas in the back. I show respect where respect is deserved. Something that seems to be a bit of a lost art form around here.

Velvet continued to walk. Michael knew her match was coming up so he wouldn't get much more than that. He just nodded his head and let her go. The cameras followed her as she walked a few yards away from Michael Cole. Justin Gabriel stood near and shook his head, giving her a disapproving look. He had heard the short interview and didn't seem pleased.

Velvet: What are you doing? I thought you were preparing for your match tonight.

Justin: I am. But I wanted to come wish you luck before your match. I couldn't help but hear you say you respect Trish...?

Justin's forehead creased as he looked down at her, unhappy.

Velvet: Well - yeah, I do respect... Trish... wh -why are you giving me that look?

Justin: You RESPECT her?

Velvet: Yes...

Justin shook his head and ran his hands over his face and into his hair.

Justin: Velvet.. you're too NICE. You need to badmouth anyone and everyone that is standing in that ring against you. Who cares about your actual feelings? No one! You need to get more aggressive... a little more... mean.

Velvet: Mean? No I don't think so...

Justin placed his arms on either shoulder of Velvet's.

Justin: Mean. No one is ever going to take you seriously. Handing out compliments when you should be ripping into them verbally. We need to work on this because that interview... that person you are... won't ever make you the winner you want to be. You want to be champion again?

Velvet: Yes.

Justin pulled her in closer to him and got almost in her face.

Justin: Then listen to me and you'll be the champion you've always wanted to be.

Velvet looked worried. She just wasn't that kind of person. Even in the Beautiful People, Angelina was the vicious one. Velvet had never really been mean by nature. She was raised with values and had been taught to show respect. Justin wanted to change everything about that and she wasn't sure how she even felt about it.

Justin: Go out there and rip her apart. None of that nice shit, got it?

Velvet didn't say anything, she just bit her bottom lip in thought. Justin placed his finger under her chin and raised it, causing her to look into his eyes.

Justin: Got it?

Velvet nodded slowly and quietly responded.

Velvet: Got it..

Justin: Now go get the job done!

Justin kissed her cheek and spun her around to send her on her way. As she took a step forward when suddenly Justin smacked her ass with a stern hand. She jumped and yelped a little, caught off guard. He laughed and walked off, she never even turned to look back at him. Her face turned bright red as backstage staff had seen that transpire. She shook her head and made her way to the staging area, completely embarrassed.