OOC: This match is fixed for a CEOD setup, but wanted to get something posted. <3


The scene opened backstage at the CenturyLink Center in Omaha, Nebraska. The camera caught Alicia Fox arriving at the arena.She removed her sunglasses as she stepped inside. There was pure confusion on her face as she looked from left to right. She then marched up to the first person she saw and began yelling.

Alicia Fox: Why. isn’t anyone. here to greet me!

Production Assistant: Ms. Fox, could you…

Alicia Fox: Coul…

She cut him off rather mockingly.

Production Assistant: I was ho…

Alicia Fox: Ho…

Production Assistant: Maybe we jus…

Alicia Fox: Ju… no! Nothing! You say nothing. Do I look like I carry my own bags? Do I carry my own bags?! No! The answer is no! Get it through your head! No. Someone needs to be here to greet me and carry my bags. Where’s the card? Am I even on this God awful show tonight?!

The production assistant gestured to a 8.5 by 11 sheet of paper on the wall, and Alicia turned wildly toward it. She ran her finger along the the page looking wholly unimpressed until suddenly…

Alicia Fox: That’s my name! Look, that’s… that’s my name!

She turned, in a seemingly better mood.

Alicia Fox: Did you see my name on this card. Look and…

She turned back to read the paper.

Alicia Fox: …my opponent is… Natalya!

She jumped up and down.

Alicia Fox: I’m facing Natalya! I’m facing Natalya tonight! This is the best…

Her face turned suddenly sour.

Alicia Fox: Singles Match? It’s not for the Women’s Championship? It’s… a singles match.

She glared at the lowly production assistant and shrieked.

Alicia Fox: Tell Jimmy Havoc he doesn’t know what he’s doing!

With that, the unstable Fox sauntered off and out of view as the scene faded to black.