California. 8:30am.



Morning. Bianca opens her eyes sleepily, a soft smile crossing her lips to find that she's still in Giani's embrace. He held her all night, and the soft and slow rhythmic breathing was soothing to the soul. She never would have thought that anyone could make her feel this way. She lifted up just a tad, letting her eyes find his peaceful face as he slept. She smiled again and breathed in, grateful to have him by her side. The break in was rather an earth shattering experience. She felt violated - which wasn't an easy thing to make her feel. She never let anyone close enough to make her feel such a way - but a total stranger going through your things and not taking a single item. It was unnerving.

Lifting herself carefully from his embrace, she pulled at the hem of his t-shirt to cover her wide hips and plump ass - which barely fit in her bikini cut underwear. It was a rather racey thing to wear to lay down in, considering they hadn't even discussed the subject of...well...sex. But he liked to see her wear his t-shirts. And in fact, she liked to see the smile that came over his lips everytime she did so. Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she kissed his cheek gently and carefully left the bed to get dressed.

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Later that day, SCW reporter Jake Turrin catches up with Bianca as she's exiting the police station. She looks a bit mentally exhausted and unhappy. She looks up to see Jake and the camera, and furrows her brow a bit and nods, "Ciao Jake. What do you want today?"

Jake smiles a bit and nods back out of respect and tries to tap dance around the delicate situation he now finds himself in, "Sorry to bother you Ms. Solderini, but we were wondering if we could get an exclusive with you for a brief moment." She waves a hand in permission. Jake smiles a little, only for his face to return to it's stern demeanor, "Any news as to who the culprit of the break-in might be?"

Bianca shakes her head and sighs, crossing her arms, "No. They haven't found any diffinitive clues, yet. I'm sure they'll figure it out in due time - But it doesn't make me feel any less....well.."

"Forget I asked." Jake cleared his throat, moving on. "What are your thoughts on your match against Finesse Levon, SCW's Hardcore Queen, and Vista Kills - SCW's newest addition to the ladies division?"

Bianca takes a moment to think and nods, "I've seen this Vista Kills on il televisione the other day. She's wise to not speak of people she knows nothing about, I will give her that one. She's got loads of confidence that needs to be put down a couple of notches so she'll quickly learn her place in this division. Sadly it seems that SCW is getting flooded with hood-rats. First Brooklyn, and now this fessa. It'll be interesting to face her in the ring. However Finesse is more up my...alley? I believe that's the expression. Having been taught by Japanese men the art of true wrestling, I believe Finesse and myself will have a lot to offer in the "hardcore" arena. I wouldn't be surprised at all if a few things get pulled out from beneath the ring - - or even brought to the ring in fact. I don't have to speak to Finesse to understand her way of thinking...we're two women that's been brought up in a man's world of violence - what do you think is going to happen? Both of my competitors this week are beautiful and confident...It's going to be an honor - and also interesting - in the ring...." Bianca shrugs, "Who knows...maybe even out of it."

"Ms. Solderini!" As Bianca turns, she looks at the detective waiting for her by his vehicle, she holds up a finger for him to wait a moment and turns to Jake. "I am however, pleased to announce that my dear friend from New York has paper in the works to sign up for SCW - but her training is not yet complete. Everyone can be expecting her real soon. But you'll see more of me this week - I intend to be there when Giani signs the papers. For now, though, I have to go. See you in India."

"Thank you Ms. Solderini.." Jake turns to leave and the scene fades to black as Bianca heads toward the detective.

 Static. White noise. Void of channel. This is the sight that everyone sees as they flip on the ever so loved SCW TV. But not for long. The picture crackles and rolls, until it is smooth and crystal clear. Bianca is laying on her bed, looking up at some unknown person who is standing mostly in view, however you can't see his face. "There you are Ms. Solderini. It's all set up. Just call me when you're done." The man steps out of the room with a slow exit. She barely moves afterward. She curls up and grabs a pillow, wrapping her arms around it and cuddling up to it. Closing her eyes a moment. She seems lost in thought for a few moments, moving her head down just a little to smell the pillow, her hair falling off the bed as she's laying closely to the edge. Opening her eyes, she looks at the camera.




"Summer XXXtreme. Where do I begin? So I am to face Vixen and Alexis....Hmmph. At first, when I heard the news my initial thoughts were...Well now..they aren't that bad. However, I've been blindsided before - and it won't happen again. Instead of thinking the way I normally would, I've taken everything into consideration. The fact that there's going to be three of us in the ring - there's a lot that can go wrong so quickly. Also, let us not forget the possible SCW Championship Gold opportunity that comes with this. If that is the case, you can bet on your life that I'm going to do whatever it takes to win. Ask Carly - I believe she learned that lesson the hard way. I did what I had to. Don't think I won't do it again."

She breathed in deeply, taking another whiff of the pillow.

"I'm not going to sit here and tell you how I'm going to end your career...I'm not even here to insult you. No. When I said I was turning over a new leaf, I meant it. I just pity those that thought they weren't going to be in my way when it happened. I know full well what my track record has been in this company - and let's face it, it hasn't been pretty. However, all that's going to change - and it started with Carly. Girls, it's certainly not going to end with you two. When I put the both of you down like the rabid dogs...the bitches...you are. There is only one true Women's Champion, and it's not Brooklyn Carter - that's for damn sure. So first, I'll start with you two, gain access to the Roulette Championship title and work my way up until I have every Women's Division belt this company has to offer. I don't know when, or how, but this....this...mi amice, is how it's done. So grab your pen and paper, fessa di puttanas. This school isn't out for the summer - this school is in session and you're about to get your first lesson."

Curling up around the pillow, she closes her eyes and takes another deep whiff of the cloth that smells like Giani. She moved just long enough to reach to the floor and grab a black thick cord that was hooked up to the camera. She yanks it and the picture once again goes to static.

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Personal Note: I hate the fact that this RP was so short, but it is 5am in the morning, and my brain is fried. I'm looking forward to yet another exciting show with you guys. I so do enjoy working with you all. My second RP will be much longer. I hope you all enjoy.

 ((OOC Note: I know you all said you didn't like a lot of gifs or pictures in my posts, but this time I really couldn't help myself. I hope you all enjoy this one. Don't worry, this will not be an every-post occurance.))


Bianca smiles, looking down at her wine glass as she gently traces the rim with her finger. Her eyes close and her bottom lip disappears behind a row of perfect teeth as she nibbles on the flesh softly. Giani is down on one knee beside her chair. His large stature allows him to do so and still be able to have his face almost equal to hers. His thick fingers disappearing into her curls beside her ear, sliding them to the webbing of his hands as he snakes his hand through those ebony locks to the back of her head. His lips are at her ear, speaking softly in their native tongue with his warm breath rhythmically pulsing against the side of her face. Her chest rises and falls deeply, the sign of pure excitement. A moment passes before she turns her face. Their lips are but a breath apart, and their eyes meet. His hand slowly draws forward to her face, turning her curls into a soft mess, so his thumb can draw gentle circles on her cheek. "Bella mia..." He breathes. She bites her lip harder, turning the sides of her lip white, lowering her eyes. The world around them has blurred, and she forgets where she is.



Her back is met with a forceful yet gentle meeting against the wall, and her mouth falls open to gasp for the air that seemingly never allows itself into her lungs. His lips have seized her neck, and her head lolls back against the hard surface. His hand gropes against her meaty thigh, pulling her leg up around his hip. Her ankle presses hard against his tail-bone.



He kisses her so hard her mouth hurts. His hands buried in her hair, loving the plentiful handfuls of the silky locks. His weight is a lovely thing that she's more than happy to support. Addicted to the feel of his hands, the taste of his kisses, the warmth of his touch. The heat is rising quickly, ready to engulf them both. It's a cat and mouse game at this point. They are both willing to submit but not yet willing to give in, and it isn't long until her heart feels as if it's going to explode.



She's pulled from that moment of heat and passion, to the chilling reminder of a lonely hotel room. Pulling the covers back around her waist to try to gain some sort of warmth, her eyes are attracted to the vase across the room. There rests the bouquet of roses, nestled in a tall watery niche that they are more than happy to call "home". She smiles softly, secretly thanking Giani once again for the beautiful flowers.



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"Hey, what are you up to?"

"Nothing much, just trying to get a handle on a few things before I head out for lunch. Are you ok? You sound shaken up?"

"It's just....this guy that I met."

"Uh oh! Prepare the world! Bianca has met a guy!"

"Shut up. It's just this weird dream that I had last night..."

"Ok! Deets! Now!"

"He's great...we had a wonderful time last night-"

"Sex?"

"No! Don't interrupt, just listen."

There's a disgusted sigh, "Ugh! Fine."

"As I was saying, we had a wonderful time last night...we didn't do anything and we had a great time - He cooked me dinner, we danced, talked, went out on the town.."

"Ok? And?"

"Am I really ready for this? It's been...8 years. What if he wants more from me...."



"What do you mean?"

"What if he wants more that I'm not able or willing to give?"

"Just give him a chance, that's all you have to do. Promise?"

"Fine. I promise...but I feel kinda out of the loop. It's been a long time since I've played this game. Odette's already expecting us to....well."

"Hahahaha, I'm liking this Odette person."

"Yeah....well I'm gonna have to buy her shoes to shut her up."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok. I'm REALLY liking this Odette person."

"Alright well, I'm gonna go.....try to figure this out...I guess..."

"You know what your problem is?"

"What?"

"You need to get dicked down."

"Gross!!"

Both the women laugh, then Bianca shakes her head.

"Ok. Ciao. Voglio Bene"

"Voglio Bene, Ciao."

Bianca looks down at her phone as she hangs up. Her eyes look up at the hard concrete of the city. Inhaling the scent of the burger joint she's at. She runs her hand through her hair one last time, and stands up to go order her food.

 ooc note: Mark said that my tardiness today is alright because I had to work and I didn't get out of work until 1am.

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The camera comes to and shows soft little clips of Bianca at her bathroom sink. She seems to be getting ready for something, but for what? That answer is quite unclear. She's definitely taking her time however, but the distance in her eyes shows that even though she's going through the motions of her normal routine - she's lost in thought.



She steps out of her bathroom and walks through her house, looking around as if antsy or impatient for the whole ordeal to go down. She's still, however, dressing herself up. Adding a diamond bracelet to her wrist, whilst taking slow and very deliberate steps through her condo in Las Vegas.



She finally stops at a table with a mirror, placing her hands on the flat marble surface, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles, "You want to know the honest truth? I'll let you in on a little secret." She sighs and rolls her eyes, "I'm really bored!"



"I'm bored with these no talent ring-rats thinking that they're going to convince themselves that they are going to win against me....ME! If these bitches had any idea how big I am in Japan right now, they would show me the respect I deserve and quite the business. None of these "divas" or "bombshells" can hold a candle to my talent. Yeah...Bombshells...that's exactly what they are because their shitty ring quality is bombing the SCW. I am going to show each and every one of you why I am who I am. Why I come from such a prestigious dojo in Okinawa. You will learn quickly who I am and what I've been through to get here. There's no doubt about that. Maybe some of these porcas should do their homework...because I've done mine. I know exactly what to look out for in the ring - and thwart whatever pathetic attempts these sluts think they're going to get over on me. I don't think so. As I've stated before...the ONLY woman I expect a fight out of is Trish Newborn. I'm glad that there's at least some form of competition in this bout for me. At least this time the commissioners or whatever you want to call them got it right. This is going to be a wonderful match for me...because I'm going to solidify my entire career...by ending all of yours..."

She smiles softly, turning from her mirror to look dead into the camera before she grins and speaks almost cynically..  "SCW....Girls....It's going to get really wild this Sunday. May the best woman win....and I can guarantee you...that's going to be me." She stares into the camera before it fades to black.

 The scene opens to show a darkened hallway. There are very little lights on, so it's casting a lit, but very eerie view down the long white painted cement walkway. Turning the corner, a very slender feminine figure can be seen casually strolling down the darkness - with an all too familiar gait. With each step, the echo of a heel clicking loudly down the breeze-way - sounding a bit like thunder in a rolling sky. Her arms gently swaying at her sides, accompanied by the soft sway of her hips as she walks. Reaching up very briefly to flick a few curls out of her eyes.



The figure gets closer and closer, and the camera starts to back up, until you hear a door open and the light floods the young and well put together face of Bianca Solderini. Her eyes are staring straight into the camera..as if addressing the girls face-to-face. That gentle complacency of her face was deceiving to that blistering fire in her eyes - deceivingly again coming from those icy blues. For a good moment, she studies the camera's lens as if staring straight into the faces of Brandi and Cookie - as if to size them up - but the silence was broken as she parted her lips to speak.

"Where....do I even begin?" She sighed a bit and bit her lower lip, looking down only for a moment before looking back up with furrowed brows, "This tag team..make absolutely no sense. Why someone like Brandi would even team up with a porca like Cookie....is beyond me." She shrugs, "They might need to make sure and bring the Ambulance to the match - just in case the Keebler Sumo has problems keeping up. I'm literally at a loss for words, and not so much in the fact that I actually have to face you - because trust me, regardless of your size...you're still going down..." She stops a moment and lowers her head, covering her mouth with a finger and giggling to herself, "Although I'm sure that's going to be a completely different experience for you...No one in their right mind would want to look at you...let alone TOUCH you." She shivers a bit and comes back to sizing up the camera, "Ma no...I'm at a loss for words because I have to get your sweaty stink all over me...just do me a favor and make sure you wash your culo before you step into the ring, understood? Ugh! I could go on...however...this isn't a mere attack on her looks, but I have no clue how she honestly thinks she can square off against two women who are in ridiculous shape and could wrestle circles around the both of you."

She puts her hands on her hips, "Brandi...I've saved you for last. At least you're worthy of being addressed unlike your rather...."plumped" up partner. Cookie...you might wanna go have another candy bar while us talented ones have a chat. Unlike most of the cacarella (diarrhea) that spews forth from most of the mouths here in SCW's So-called "Bombshell" Division, I actually know what to keep to myself and what to speak aloud. It's called class, something most of you know nothing about. And you are sorely mistaken if you honestly thought that I wanted to be "noticed". I don't have to want for anything, sweet cakes. It just happens. Why the hell do you think I was signed into the SCW? I was noticed naturally..once again, something you donninas (loose or fast women) know nothing about. I'm not surprised that you were impressed with me, I come from a different country, hailing a different style of wrestling that most of you aren't capable of executing, and obviously I obtain beauty of a different breed that none of you are used to competing against. It's only natural that you would find yourself so....how do you say? Enthralled. But, you see there's a slight problem in your reasoning regarding this match...No, I do not need to "carry" Trish. Trish is more than capable of carrying her own weight...we've more than proved what we're capable of as a tag team - surprising even to myself. But I'm not worried about her, she's been carrying her weight..so I will do so as well....working together to dominate classless pezzo di merdas (pieces of shit ) like you two. And...Yes, I am in your way...and it's gonna stay that way, with your face on the floor....again..something you're not too unfamiliar with. Maybe you should sober up before trying to face us, why embarrass yourself? The Eu de parfume of Bourbon isn't flattering love...No wondering you're throwing your fessas all over town. Disgusting, really. And...YES, there will be two chicks with one ass beating. There's gonna be one, ME...and two, TRISH....finalizing your chance in this Tag Team competition...as losers, and when we finish with you both - they're gonna be cleaning up your blood out of the ring with a mop. Beware of who you provoke....So come, ladies...Show me what you got."



With that being said, she continues to size up them through the camera. Making it known that she's not afraid of them, and means what she says, only to grin softly and step past the camera, the doors closing and the darkness filling the hallway once again. The camera fades to black.

 Scene 1

Before the camera comes to any picture, white words pop up on the screen:

"For the protection of someone who wishes to remain anonymous, his face will remain out of view and his voice has been disguised."

The scene comes to from the view of the unknown man's shoulder. He's dressed in a rather expensive sports coat. He raises his fist and lightly raps on the door. The hand then lowers rather slowly, as the sound of a metal lock sliding open can be heard from the other side. The white door slowly opens. Bianca is standing there, wrapped in a white robe with her curls a tousled mess. The look on her face is of that of surprise, but a coy smile begins to languidly spread across her lips.



The disguised voice is deep and somewhat garbled, so subtitles have been provided across the bottom of the screen."I knew I'd find you here"
Bianca's face shows surprise that he's there, yet her voice comes across cool and calm, "Yeah well what do you expect? I'm in a place that I don't really know, and finding a decent club around this place with decent people to carry on an actual conversation-" Bianca sighs and lowers her eyes to the ground, shaking her head a moment. "I just feel a little alone here, because no one understands how it feels to be...well...me. And there's this big shoot coming up for SCW, I'm a little stressed. This trip better be worth it..." Drumming her fingers against the door a little as she then says, "So....what brings you here?"
Mr. Unknown sighs, "I need to talk to you...now.." His voice trails off.
She shrugs a bit and tilts her head, her eyes studying him, "Wh-what do you need to talk about?" Confusion crosses her face a moment as she looks him over, drumming her fingers on the door.



"Something. I will tell you it's an opportunity to prove your talent in the ring."
She sighs playfully, "Alright then, come on in." She opens the door wider, but her arms are outstretched with one hand on the door and the other on the door sill. Her eyes are trained on him lustfully, and her lower lip tucks inward. She bites down on the fleshy mound as he begins to step forward. Her left arm drops from the sill as he begins to pass it, being so close to him gives her a whiff of his cologne. She turns, closing the door as she does so and follows him deeper into the apartment. A smile crossing her lips fully now with each step she takes.



Bianca stops at the white chair, resting her hands upon the back of it and leaning forward to watch him. He paces back and forth and she raises an eyebrow at him, her face showing the excitement. "Ok, I don't understand what's the big deal?"

He continues to pace a bit, trying to figure out how to break the news to her. He knows she's not going to be happy about the tag team match. After the discussions that they've had in such a short amount of time, he knows in his heart that she's going to be pissed. His hands come together in front of his stomach, his fingers clasped and his thumbs fidgeting. She furrows her brow and shakes her head, "What is it?"

"Are you sure you don't want to sit down?"

"No, I have to get dressed anyway, I have to leave for an interview pretty soon."

"So you know already?"

"Know what? What's going on?" She looks toward the bedroom, then back at him, "I'll tell you what, let me get dressed...you talk." She turns and disappears into the room, she drops the robe on her way in to tease Mr. Unknown with just the sight of her walking away from him in her underwear. A shiver runs through him, he shakes his head and starts smacking the back of one hand into the other, trying to figure out how to put the sentences together. They've called her for an interview, but they haven't told her why. Typical. She picks her jeans and begins to put them on as he begins.



"Well, I have no other idea how to break this but...you've been put into a match."

"That's great against whom?" A smile crosses over her lips.

"Well...two others..Angelica and Veronica Taylor.." He raises a hand and runs it over his chin back and forth, feeling the stubble growing. His eyebrows dipping in frustration. Why can he not just come out and say it.

"Ok, so it's a three way dance then that's ok." She shrugs. Grabbing her button up shirt off the bed, she shakes it out and begins to put it on, sliding it up her arms and fixing the collar around her neck. She was happy that she picked this button up shirt. The red shirt that she picked was absolutely flattering for her figure, but she didn't want to wear it just yet. Completely worried about wrinkles, she let her eyes dance over the shirt on the hanger by the door.



"It's a tag match, B."

She stops dead in her tracks. Her face is not so happy anymore. Her mind races. She's trying to find the words, the emotions even! Her heart begins to pound and her hands shake. She's immediately heated, though she tries to keep her cool around him. She knows he doesn't like to see her angry, but it's hard for her to keep her composure. She tries to find the words. Her eyes lose focus for a split second, then on him directly. Her lips parted as if to speak.



"I know this isn't the best of news, but it's for the Tag Team Tournament. If you and this chick can get your shit together...then you'll be Tag Team Champions."

Bianca's hands shake as she checks her phone. She then storms up to him with crossed arms. Butterflies fill her stomach - she's ready to fight. Her voice raises with each passing sentence until she's fully yelling at him, "You have got to be fucking kidding me! Who the hell thought of that bird-brained idea?! Who the hell do I have to get fired in order for someone to get their stuff straight around here?! I am not a tag-teamer. Do you understand that?" He begins to nod his head, "No! Obviously you don't! I do not work well with other females. None of these ring-rats have proven themselves to me for me to even be interested in teaming up with ANY of them. What do I look like to you? Do I honestly look like I'm just gonna smile and be all.." She then puts on a very mocking ditsy voice, "Ok! Why not?! I could always sleep my way to the top if it doesn't work, right?" She growls in frustration and throws her hands up.

"Stop, ok." Her eyebrows furrow as she stares at him, a little dumbfounded at this whole idea.



"Look, I understand how important it is to you to dominate the singles scene, however this is a really great opportunity for you. All you have to do is, relax and breathe, keep your mind clear of whatever you're worried about..and go talk to this chick about tagging up."

"You're out of your fucking mind. You know that." She turns from him, pacing the room a moment, her hand to her lips as she is clearly contemplating the thought of having some chick thinking she's gonna get one over on her. She shakes her head and stares up at him. "Who is it?"

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Scene 2

A confessional was set up for Bianca after she got the details of the match. She had done her homework on Trish Newborn. She walks in and sits down, looks into the camera a minute and gets comfortable in the seat. She clears her throat and furrows her brow a moment, silent, trying to figure out what she's really trying to say.

Taking a deep breath she then begins to speak, "Trish Newborn. Words can't describe how I honestly feel right now about her. I don't trust her, however, we're supposed to team up with each other - oh god in less than a full week. I shudder the thought. Honestly, when I found out that I was in a tag match I got immediately heated - I mean hands shaking, heart pumping, blood rushing, ready to fight - HEATED! I. DON'T. DO. TAG. MATCHES. PERIOD." She takes in a deep breath and begins again. "I am however, comforted at the thought that I'll be teaming with a fellow Italian. It warms my heart to know that I'm not the only Italian bitch in this company. I've looked her up. I am confident in the fact that..." She pauses, thinking. She's so methodical at this point, moving some hair out of her face.



"We are going to kill...absolutely kill these poor girls. With her psychology studies from UCLA, I'm confident in the fact that she know her way around a ring. With my 5 years of training in Okinawa, being taught by the best, I DEFINITELY know my way around a ring and not afraid to bleed. However, IF I see my own blood - these girls aren't gonna stand a chance. As far as Trish goes, there's only one thing I need to say to get off my chest - I'm not the one she needs to worry about. The only thing that better be on her mind when she steps into that ring - at my side, no less - is the match and destroying our opponents. I am not someone she wants to war with. I am not someone that ANY of these chicks want to war with. That's it.  Go to war with me - you end up in the hospital waking up with a tube down your throat. Although, I'm not so sure that would be too traumatic for some of these girls around here, because I'm pretty sure they're used to having a tube down their throat - made of meat or otherwise. So as long as Trish can understand that I am JUST as dangerous as she is and I know my way around the squared circle just as much as she does - then we're golden. Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you. If she wants to have an old school Italian sit-down, then let's do this. But don't ever fuck with me, because I am not that girl to just lay down and pretend things are A-ok and we're buddy buddy. We can have an understanding and work together for what WE want without having to be friends."



She begins to laugh a little, "I can't even imagine what these two must be thinking. Amy and Vivica - what?" She looks over off of camera and you can hear a stage hand correcting her on the names. "Angelica and Ver- Oh whatever!  The names aren't important. What's important is that two little girls think they're gonna grow some ovaries and step up to us. Are they trying to get murdered? Do they have a death wish? I'm dangerous enough by myself, but to step up to a team like Trish and myself. Granted me and Trish have a whole hell of a lot to work out, but for these two chicks to step up to the most dangerous women in the business - you must need to be committed in the penn. Seriously."

She re-situates herself in the chair to where she's staring into the camera.

"Lets talk about Amy...Ang..whatever. 'God's gift to man and woman alike' huh? Keep telling yourself that darling, with your cheap Walmart brand make-up and your basement-bargain clothing. Honey, showing your assets - or lack there of - may work from time to time with most people. I mean it's perfectly ok, I understand. You have no talent and therefore must rely on showing your ass 90% of the time, but I'm gonna warn you that it's not going to work in this match. So, you can go sell "sleazy" somewhere else. Not to mention, It's come to my understanding that you like to pull hair..."



"Well understand, sweetheart that you can do what you feel you have to do to SURVIVE, but I go hard like concrete. I don't "cat-fight" babe, I'll re-arrange your face. Hrmph, and as for Vern...Vivica..UGH! Whatever her name is...Maybe you both stumbled into the wrong career. This is not a run-way. This is a ring! Your looks will NOT save you here. Your lack of talent is a real concern. You know you're going to need an orthodontist, right? Because when I finish with you - excuse me...when WE finish with you...you're going to need a new grill. End of story. Are you sure you just don't wanna call your mommy and daddy, ask them to send you some money to bring you home to continue your sorry life on the runway and in pictures? Think about it real hard, because I don't have to think twice about  finishing your career for you."

She runs a hand through her hair. "Understand this, girls. You may call yourselves the quote-unquote Mean Girls, but the only true Mean WOMEN around here are about to take you back to school...and you're about to learn it the hard knocks way. Italian style."

Her eyes focus on someone off camera after staring long and hard into the camera, as if to pierce whoever is looking at the screen. "Now get this fucking camera out of my face." She stands up and walks off screen. The camera fades to black.

FIN