"Oh, yeah. Hi. I was supposed to do a backstage interview thing, huh? Or go to the ring for a promo? Or something. Right? Yeah. Sorry. I got a little excited and invited some friends and we've been having a party in the parking lot. Music. Munchies. Booze. Punk music. The whole nine. Now i know my match ain't happened yet, but a party is still in order. You wanna know why? I bet you do. But don't worry. I'm going to tell you."
Before she can say another word, a lanky guy only an inch or so taller than her, with a mohawk adding a three more inches beyond that, moves through the doors as well. He's dressed in similar punk attire to what Christina is. Denim vest. Patches. Stains. He is holding a red plastic cup and looks like it may be his third too many. He wraps an arm around her and points into the camera.
"Because Christina is finally gonna be on WWF:G and she is going to kick Portabello's a**."
Christina shrugs his arm off and shoves him back outside before pulling the doors closed. She looks back to the camera with an awkward smile but quickly lets the awkwardness melt away. She pulls a pair of shades from a pocket and puts them on. She adjusts the bandana that is keeping her hair in an orderly crimson waterfall down her back and focuses on the camera again.
"Skeezy Steve may have just interrupted me. But he ain't wrong. I am Christina Sparks and it is an an honor to be able to wrestle for a WWF:G crowd. And I know that my opponent is no pushover. Puta Punisher. I like that I really do. And you know, she does look like a princess. She's the princess. And I'm the punk. In my neck of the woods, I get hit and punched and pushed for fun. We break bottles on each other and crack pool cues over our backs and light things on fire and that's just to the people we like. Now, I don't dislike Portia. I don't know her but she seems like fun. We could maybe be friends. Breakfast Club style, you know."
Christina grabs the camera and forces it to focus on her face as she stares into it while being uncomfortably close to it. Despite the intensity of her actions and her words, the smile has yet to leave her face, making her seem more than a little unhinged.
"Portia. I know that right now. I am the FNG here in the FG and while we not be BFFs right now, I want you to know that I am not JK when I say that tonight, Princess, it ain't personal when I knock you flat on your A. S. S. See you in the ring, dollface."
She shoves the camera and the cameraman away and starts walking down the hallway, humming a tune as she stuffs her hands in her pockets. After a few steps, she turns around blows the camera a kiss and laughs as she turns back around and the camera cuts to black.
