The camera opened up outside of the Women's locker room. A loud, frustrated scream was heard from within. Loud noises erupted from behind the door, followed by a loud thud. Michael Cole stood outside the door and cocked an eyebrow at the ruckus. He looked to the right and left of him to see if anyone else was hearing this. Nope, nothing. Michael Cole inhaled and exhaled slowly before he raised his hand and knocked on the locker room door. The sound of things being thrown around continued for a few moments longer. Suddenly everything went quiet. The door flung open and Angelina glared a hole through his face. His stupid, annoying face. If looks could truly kill, he'd be dead.

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: I'm like freakin' busy, you dip shit! What the fuck do you want?!

Angelina practically roared out at him. Michael Cole cringed and took a step back. He could see debri thrown about the locker room.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: We were suppose to have a scheduled interview like a half an hour ago...

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Your point?

one.and.only;;michael.cole: You never showed...

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: So take a hint!

Angelina went to shut the door to the locker room but Michael Cole stopped her from doing so. Angelina was about ready to kill him right then and there. She was in a terrible mood. Well, worse than her usual bad mood. She had been quite irritable since her loss to Michelle McCool at Aftermath.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: I'm here to tell you that you have a match tonight...

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Against who? If you say Michelle McCool... I will rip. Your. Fucking throat out!

one.and.only;;michael.cole: Uh-um... No. It's against Eva Marie.

Angelina's facial expression lightened at the news. She was still angry, however, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Angelina slapped her hand against her knee and stomped her foot as though Michael Cole had told the joke of a lifetime. Angelina's laugh almost grew hysterical as she continued to carry on. Michael Cole raised an eyebrow inquisitively, not sure what her deal was.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: I'm not quite sure what you're finding so funny...

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Hold up. So... let me get this straight. I have to waste MY valuable time on some model reject, Mr. Ed looking ass, talent-less, waste of space, Eva-fucking-Marie?!

Angelina hissed her name out and laughed some more.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: This is a family program, please try and-

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Eva Marie has been here how long and she hasn't even debuted yet?!

one.and.only;;michael.cole: Actually she debuted quite some time back... She actually-

Angelina rolled her eyes.

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Like I give a shit. She obviously doesn't stand out, other than that horrid dye job. All red everything, what a crock of shit. Who are you even trying to be, Jessica-fucking-Rabbit? Not in your lifetime. You look more like a used, discarded tampon and quite frankly, it's starting to become quite the locker room eyesore. You know, now that I am forced to share a locker room with some of these basic bitches, I've really been hearing a lot of complaining about Raggedy Anne in particular.

Angelina placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight.

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: So I guess I get to mop the ring with this broad tonight and teach her a lesson. Lucky for her, I'm in one of the worst moods ever and she gets to be my first victim. I'm going to take all my anger out on her, so I hope she enjoys being a human punching bag. I doubt she even knows what that is even if you explained it to her.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: I doubt Eva Marie is dimwitted, she seems like a lovely-

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: She's an idiot. Trust me. She's the girl that called SummerSlam... Superslam. SUPERSLAM. Are you freakin' kidding me? Like bitch, get the fuck out, for real!

Angelina laughed again and shook her head.

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: Go ahead, Cole, run off and tell dear Ariel that I have a present for her. It's not prince charming, and there are no magical tridents to give her any talent. It's not even a brain of her very own. Not that it would matter in her case...

one.and.only;;michael.cole: What do you suppose I tell her it is then?

lauren.williams;;angelina.love: It's my boot to her face. The EBWF universe better pray I don't snap her fragile neck off in the process. Now fuck off, Cole!

Angelina slammed the door shut in Michael Cole's face. He stood there and blinked, the door had slammed shut just shy of his face. The cameras panned back as Michael Cole spun on his heels and looked into the cameras.

one.and.only;;michael.cole: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. Angelina Love will take on Eva Marie, next.

The cameras faded out to a commercial break.

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