The scene opened in a darkened room. Nikki Cross was sat in the corner, rocking back and forth and muttering to herself.

Nikki Cross: Rebel... Pah. I'll show you what a Rebel looks like...

There was a knock on the door. Nikki didn't respond, but when the door opened she shielded her face, like a vampire who doesn't want to get hit by the light. Matt Striker walked into the room, and like Nikki he was muttering to himself.

Matt Striker: Here we go...

Nikki grinned at him.

Nikki Cross: Striker! To what do I owe the pleasure...

She laughed, which seemed to make Striker nervous.

Matt Striker: I'm here to interview you for your match.

Nikki Cross: Oh really? Is the spotlight on me? Because to be honest, I prefer the darkness.

Nikki got to her feet and walked towards Matt Striker. Striker seemed even more nervous as she got close to him.

Nikki Cross: So Matty. What do you want to know?

Nikki was still grinning. Striker stuttered as he responded.

Matt Striker: I... I just wanted to get your thoughts on your opponent, Rebel.

Hearing Rebel's name wiped the smile off Nikki's face.

Nikki Cross: Rebel? She makes me sick, Matt! Rebel... she's no rebel, look at her. She's a typical American bimbo, not rebellious in the slightest. And she's not even pretty! Who do you think is pretty Matt, me or her?

Matt Striker: Erm...

Nikki laughed at him.

Nikki Cross: Are you nervous? You shouldn't be. Rebel is the one that should be nervous... she's a fraud. And I'm going to expose her. I'm going to hurt her. I'm going to do what I did to Liv Morgan last week, and beat her. Now get the hell out of here before I start practising my moves on you...

Striker wasn't sure if Nikki was joking or not, and he made a swift exit. Nikki punched the wall as the scene faded.