The camera picks up outside of the Aquarius Casino and Resort as Angelica carries her bags out with the help of a couple stagehands. She is furious and the look on her face spells out trouble. She walks over to a vintage, cherry red Ford Mustang and she slides the key into the trunk. She tosses her gym bag into the back and then moves out of the way for her helpers to put the rest in. As she does, she bumps into a woman in her mid-forties, causing the bags to fall to the ground. Angelica frantically falls to her knees, trying to pick up the clothes, make ups, and perfumes that have spilled out.
Angelica: Oh my gawd! Clumsy much? Ugh, such a travesty.
Angelica angrily snatches her belongings up and tosses them back into the bag as the woman looks on apologetically. Angelica is gruff as she tosses the bag into her trunk. She yanks her other bag from the ladies hand and shoves it inside. The young guy standing next to her, a rather attractive guy with a shaved head and sleeves of tattoos, looks a little intimidated as Angelica gently takes the bag from his hand. She offers him a coy wink and then places it gently in with the others. She takes her rolling suitcase from him and then sets it in before closing the trunk.
Angelica: At least Christian made ONE improvement around here with the wonderful new help we’ve got. The muscle-y, blue eyed, tattooed boys are a nice change of pace. And so helpful at the same time.
She smiles at him before turning a very pointed glare at the woman with some sort of seniority over the young guy. She rolls her eyes at her, and then returns her flirtatious grin back to the guy.
Angelica: You should let me buy you a drink. I’m sure they won’t mind if you took off early at the behest of their brightest female talent. Let the clumsy old hag finish the work.
Guy: Okay.
He is gleeful, but then looks apologetically at his coworker. She rolls her eyes at him and then turns around to walk off with a bit of anger in each step. The man gracefully opens the door for Angelica, and she gets in, making sure that her long, slender, exposed legs are the last thing the guy sees before getting into the car. She closes the door and the young man jumps into the seat next to her.
Angelica: Ugh, how do you put up with incompetence like that?
Guy: It’s not so bad. Things usually run pretty smooth around here. I mean, as smooth as they can with the craziness that goes on around here. Like that mystery person… They have got us working overtime to fix their mess.
Angelica: Yeah well, that “mystery” cough Spike cough “person” is a real pain in the ass. I’ve got to wrestle in this Free-For-All at Into The Void with a bummed knee. Sucks bitch. Say, what’s your name?
Guy: I bet it does. My name’s Guy.
Funny? Yeah, I didn’t think so either
Angelica starts the car and then backs it up out of the spot. She speeds off through the parking garage, making her wheels screech on every turn. She rolls down her window so that her hair flies freely in the wind as they exit the garage.
Angelica: Well this is going to suck. I should still win this match, because I rock harder than anyone in that effin’ match, but f I don’t, it will only be because my knee is bad. How fair s that?
Guy: Well, wrestlers do compete with injuries all the…
Angelica: Um, it’s NOT fair at all. So yeah, that’s what I get to look forward to in two weeks. And it wouldn’t be so bad if the people I’m wrestling weren’t complete wastes of time. Like Bianca Solderini? Trish Newborn? They only got a victory over me because my partner let me down. I should have been able to take them down if Veronica would have done something, like, anything in that match… It felt like a handicap match which effin’ pisses me off…
Angelica bangs on her horn at an elderly lady going twenty miles an hour in front of her. She growls before whipping around her, and then she offers a middle finger for her toubles.
Angelica: STAY OUTTA THE FAST LANE GRANNY! Gawd! If old people are in such a hurry to spend their pension and social security checks at the casinos, you would THINK they would drive a little faster, right? Like, at least the effin’ speed limit… Ugh! So yeah, speaking of grannies, we have the disgusting Rochelle Rock Rose and her little lover Felony Fontana. Felony is like so cute, but Rock? She should be the next example of the war on ugly, because she takes the prize! Is it fair that we have two MEN fighting in the bombshell division? Seeing Rock makes me think twice about calling Raynin a man even though I swear she wears a jock strap. I mean, I thought SCW said no man on woman violence, and here they go booking this dude in a match? Whatever, I’m sooo over it.
Angelica looks over to Guy, who is pretending to act interested, when really, he is just trying to make sure she is paying some kind of attention to the road.
Guy: Maybe we should change the subject. You seem to be getting pretty upset and…
Angelica: And then we have Brooklyn Carter. Is she really back? I mean, do people actually want to see her in the ring again? Because the last time she was in the ring, she got embarrassed, like, bad… I thought she left because she was so embarrassed at being shown up by that loser Raynin.
Guy: Didn’t you lose to Raynin as well?
Angelica: SHUT UP! It wasn’t even a real match! I’m not a hardcore fighter, I wrestle! I have class! As I was saying, Brooklyn looked so outta place in that match, I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t put me in there… Maybe they were too afraid of having a pretty, I mean really pretty, Bombshell Champion. Their hottest Bombshell Champion has been Kittie. Gag me with an effin’ spoon, kay? Brooklyn is pretty enough to hang with the Mean Girls, but she isn’t talented enough.
Angelica moves onto the highway, increasing her speed past the legal limits. She begins to weave in and out of traffic as she speeds along. She smacks the steering wheel in frustration.
Angelica: And speaking of Kittie, hasn’t she been humiliated enough by me? Does she really expect to beat me? She had some pretty angry things to say to me, but last time I checked, I was whooping her ass all over the ring and all of her supposed “friends”? Where were they? Oh that’s right, they were being selfish. And she wants to think it will be any different in this match? No one likes her because she is a crazy, psycho but she is so delusional, she thinks she stands a chance at becoming something in this company? Former Bombshell champion, biatch. As in, you are no longer relevant. I am going to be the one to get the Bombshell Championship match in the briefcase. Not THAT crusty biatch…
Angelica swerves off and down the exit ramp, cutting off a guy on a motorcycle. She waves at him as if trying to act somewhat apologetic, but the sentiment doesn’t come across as very genuine.
Angelica: Now, a lot of people are concerned about that vampire bitch… No, not Misty, but Gothika. Eww, I know, right? Isn’t she the one competing in the KING of the Deathmatch tournament? Another man… I’m starting to think I would be just as well off going for the Roulette Championship instead of the Bombshell Championship. It seems like all of the men want to come here and fight in our division… So, she’s probably all distracted thinking about how she’s going to get past that hunky Giani Di Luca. Yummy! Sorry, she’s too focused on trying to figure out a way to skate past the Italian Stallion to focus on this match. Distractions honey. They just make it easier for me to slide past all of the uglies such as herself.
Guy: Are we almost there?
Angelica looks around at the street signs as she flies down it. She looks a bit confused for a moment before a smile creeps across her face. She holds up both hands to signify ten minutes, but that just makes Guy look even more nervous. She regains control of the wheel, making him sigh in relief.
Angelica: All this talk of uglies, and I need a drink now. I mean, one of the ugliest pieces of trash that they dare to throw at my feet is Karina Koji. A guy with a Mohawk is ugly, but a girl with a Mohawk? Seriously honey, you need a hairdresser like yesterday… And all that metal on your face makes me feel like I’m watching a Hannibal Lecter movie when I watch her talk… So… efing… gross. And all of those tattoos… What a nasty inked up slut… Guys look sexy with all of that ink, but women are supposed to be beautiful already. Covering it up just makes it clear that you know you are ugly… Crusty biatch!
Angelica parks her car in front of a building that looks like some hole in the wall bar. Guy looks at her as if she doesn’t realize where she is. She is too involved in her own rants to realize it though. She swings open her door and then waits for him to get out. She checks through her purse to make sure he didn’t steal anything, and then she offers him a friendly smile. Hooking arms with him, she starts walking toward the building.
Angelica: See, I feel really bad having to fight my bestie but I feel like she needs to see that she’s not ready for the Bombshell Championship just yet. It’s sad, but it’s so true. I just hope that she doesn’t get mad at me for winning this thing. I mean, I gotta do something since she botched our chances of winning the Bombshell Tag titles. Everyone thinks we are a joke, and it’s really starting to effin’ piss me off. Is it my fault that the only other person who is as pretty as me isn’t as good at wrestling as me? She’s a better model, and I’m a better wrestler. I don’t hold it against her, so I hope she doesn’t hold this against me. If she did, it would sooo not be fair.
Guy: Yeah, if she was a good friend, she wouldn’t get mad at you. She would thank you for putting you guys on the map.
Angelica suddenly looks horrified as she looks down toward her hip. She looks up at Guy and yanks her arm away. Her face shows disgust.
Angelica: Speaking of holding “things” against me… And I do mean little things… You should apologize to me.
Guy blushes and holds his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his excitement. Angelica looks angry as she takes a few steps backward. He shakes his head, trying to think of a viable excuse, but one doesn’t come to mind.
Angelica: I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression because of all the trash these other SCW sluts talk on me, but I am NOT that kind of girl. They might get on their knees for some run of the mill wannabe bad boy, but I am in a committed relationship! Ugh! I mean what do you think I would even do with that thumbtack!
Guy: Sorry, I…
Angelica: Get the FUCK out of my face! Now-uh! GROSS!
Angelica abruptly gets into her car and slams the door with anger. She starts the engine up quickly and goes into reverse. She backs up about twenty feet as the guy looks confused. She speeds forward, and he breathes a sigh of relief until she runs through a giant puddle, splashing dirty water all over him. She leans her head out of the window for a moment to shout at him.
Angelica: There’s your cold shower, pervert!
She speeds off down the street, leaving him a soaking mess. He shakes his head in anger as he watches her disappear off into the horizon. Just then, a police officer comes zooming by in the same direction and Guy gets a bit of a chuckle as the scene fades out.
