The camera opens up back stage focused on the door to one of the locker rooms. From inside there is the sound of loud pumping music, screaming vocals, and various celebrations. In front of the camera is Skeezy Steve, Christina Sparks mohawked friend from her introductory promo and the front row after her match. Instead of his denim vest that matched Christina's , he was wearing an ill fitted blazer over a greasy tank top and a tie that was most definitely tied improperly. He smiled wide at the camera before opening the door to the locker room and gesturing to someone inside. After a moment, Christina barged out. She was wearing a fresh tank top with some words written on it in sharpie.

PORTIA
IS
A
LOSER


She showed the phrase to the camera before focusing on her friend who started to speak.

"Yo, Skeezy Steve here, personal friend and interviewer of Christina Sparks, How did it feel to have your first match?"


"It was great. That crowd was amazing. I am so hyped. This is the best buzz I've ever felt. No club, no mosh pit, nothing will compare to that. And no mosh pit will compare to the feeling of pain I am going to feel later and I love it. It hurts so good."


"What's next for Christina Sparks?"


"Whatever I damn well want."


"Now for the important question. How did it feel to knock out The Predator Puta...The Princess of Shaking It...Portia?"


Christina wrapped an arm around her friend gave him a wet and messy kiss on the cheek. Her eyes focused on the camera again as her eyes took on a more devious look, her wide smile turning into a deranged grin.

"Steve, my boy, it was great. I told you, Princess that I was going to knock you flat on your a**. Nothing personal. It was just all in good fun. We danced. Shared smooches. Hell, we even got a little dirty, didn't we? Even though your little girlfriend and ringside kept trying to introduce himself into things. He tried to help you but in the end, you were no match for The Controlled Chaos of Christina Sparks. Now, Princess, I'm gonna party here for a bit then I'm gonna hit some bars and party hardier."


She opened the door to her locker room to rejoin the party but stopped. She reached in and someone inside handed her her trusty pool cue. She whipped back around, causing the cameraman to back up a bit. She pointed the cue directly at the camera and canted her head to the side.

"And Rosy, baby, I do not take it personally that you tried to interfere. But if me and Portia end up in that ring again and you try to stick your nose into our fun, I will make certain that Joan here makes contact. Neck brace or no neck brace, we will beat fun out of you. Kay, pumpkin? After you ice that head of yours, Portia, come join us at the bar for shots, babe. Toodles."

With that, she put her weapon on her shoulder and strolled back into the party, Skeezy Steve following, while making obnoxious faces at the camera, presumably to taunt Rosario as well. As soon as they were in, the door was closed and the camera faded to black.