The all to familiar Yamaha pulls up and parks close to the grove under the shade. Pulling the helmet off, Bianca shakes her head from side to side to get her hair out of her face. Holding her helmet in her hand by the face-guard, she steps over the bike and runs a hand through her hair. Her eyes dart around, looking for something or someone, then spot the camera men. Her eyes roll and she turns to set her helmet down on the back of the seat. After then removing her jacket, she heads toward the camera.
As she approaches, she looks around once again. Seeing that she's by herself for the moment, she puts her hands on her hips and looks at the camera man. "What are you doing here?" She tilts her head a little bit. Before the camera man can begin, she throws a hand up, "Wait a moment, I know why you're here...there could only be on logical explaination. You're here because you want my thoughts exclusively on my match against iCarly." She giggles a bit and shrugs, sliding her fingers into her back pockets.
"Alright, fine." She begins, "Carly Athens really thinks that by insulting me it's going to boost her self-esteem. I feel so incredibly sorry for you. I'm sorry that you're a pathetic excuse for a champion. I'm sorry that the world doesn't revolve around you. Fuck! I'm sorry that you have to spend your nights drowning your sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. But sweetheart if it's one thing I can promise you, is that sorries and drunken nights sleeping with strange dick isn't going to make ME go away. You think being a champion means to go party and drinking and whoring around, honey you're wrong. No matter who you sleep with in this business...you will never be good enough to beat me. And that's just fact. The ONLY one around here trying to get by on their looks, if that's what you like to call them, is you. I could be covered from head to toe and still beat your sorry ass. I don't run through here on my looks. I run through here on skill alone. Granted, my track record here in the SCW has been somewhat slim - but look at what I've been subjected to. My head has just not been in the game, mama. But that's ok, because now my head is in the game - for SCW Gold. You're all in trouble now. Now, I understand what you may be feeling. Hands shaking, heart pounding, adrenaline rolling, that nausea rolling in the back of your throat. I understand, it's the same thing I feel whenever I see you and your nasty ass friends on tv. You all make me ill. Everything in moderation, fessa. But that's besides the point. Whenever you're done throwing a temper tantrum because you're not the center of attention, then come face me. But know this...I will not go down quietly. If I'm going down, you're going down with me. There will be blood, puttana. I only hope you're ready for it. There's a new Bianca in SCW...and she's going to be more vicious than ever. Watch your back."
Bianca stares into the camera a moment, licks her lips, and nods slowly. Her thick Italian accent fading on the gentle breeze. The camera fades, but only after just briefly catching a glimpse of Bianca meeting up with a man. His face is not visible, but as she wraps her arm around his back, resting her head on his shoulder, one would think that he looks all too familiar - a little like....Giani familiar.
