"What's funny is when you were holding your little sidebar with Jimmy, something you said really made me giggle.  That learning to be a bitch from the best comment.  You weren't just whistling Dixie.  All Strykers are really bitches.  Look at his career.  He was a one hit wonder, the train that never could.  All because big bad Dante would always just push him down.  The only person Jimmy was able to beat in this company was Leaky." The blackness fades out as Gypsy fades in walking down the street wearing a full length brown leather coat and black boots.  Her hands are in the pocket of the coat and her hair is loose and long cascading around her face. "Jessica, are you serious?  That promo you dropped was nothing more than bullshit.  That quality or lack thereof is nothing to write home about let alone boast over.  All that game, I thought you had."  She shrugs, "I guess this is what happens when you're in my situation.  Although, you'll never know." She finds a park bench in a small park off of the busy street and sits down, crossing her legs and resting an arm along the back of the bench. "So, getting back to your promo, what the hell were you babbling on about me hiding and pulling my shit together??  I was in a match last week with Kit Black."  She leans forward and whispers to the camera, "Have you been tippin'em back?  I mean your raunchy ass was seen at a dive liquor store.  Trying to score an 8-ball?  I knew there was a tramp behind them baby blues and straw lockes."  She sits back again, resuming the previous position. "The bitch attitude is so last year and the whole 'I'm Better Than You" went out with the trash  last year.  This is a new era of women who don't have to stoop to bitch levels of superiority.  An era that caters to the confidant, yet vivacious women that actually contribute to the sport.  You, my dear, are nothign but the eye candy that slipped off the centerfold.  Yeah, grant it, you might think that you're more and I'm sure that you'll provide and lengthy rebuttle on how you aren't a pin-up doll, but look at how you carry yourself?  You were hired by Roxy as something for the little boys to creme too; with all that hair and that ass...shit, I'd hit it.  But frankly, that bitch blonde isn't my type plus you're probably afraid to get bruised...and I like it rough.  Anyway, when we get into that ring on Thursday...things are really going to surprise you.  I'm neither a good two shoes nor am I hiding behind anything.  Zarek and I are working with the bookers to find a opponent and I'm sure that next week, you'll see just why he and I are the Champs.  And yes, little sister, these are the big leagues.  No more fumbling around with that Bytch division...this is the real things...this is where the real competition is at.  All them little girls in the Bytch Division will get a rude awakening when my girl Talon has her run with them.  You all will see what a REAL Bytch Champion is when Talon is crowned the Bytch Champion.  So keep dreaming...cause me facing you isn't a priviledge of me...it's more of a punishment because you are so far out of the radar that I might just give it to you...and I might not.  It really depends on how I'm feeling come Thursday.  If I'm feeling generous or if I'm feeling like coming out of a bag on your ass...we'll see." She places her hands in her lap and adjusts her coat as it falls to the sides of her legs. "Maybe I'll flip a coin before our match...or maybe make it inot a Deal or No Deal!!  Drew Stevenson can play Howie...since he's bald and shit.  And we can have all The Domain SuperStars and Divas be the suitcase girls and the only options would be Kick Your Ass or Let You Win...cause that's the only way you'd beat me is if I let you.  DEAL OR NO DEAL!"  She raises her pointer finger in the air as if quoting Shakespeare.  "That is the question." She curls the left side of her mouth into a crooked smile. "Will the white phone ring with an offer I can't refuse?  If so, Oooooo!  Who's on the other end?  Is it Zarek?  Roxy?  Tyler Russell?  Who's giving Drew the options:  Kill or Mercy.  I select suitcase number 13...good ole'lucky 13!  That's Menacide's box.  Can you hear the drumroll as he unlatches the suitcase and slowly lowers the one side!  WHOOOOOAAAAA!!" She smiles deviously.  "I'll reveal the contents of that suitcase when we come back from a word from our sponsor." She laughs. "Seriously, Jess, I'll let you know what the suitcase says on Thursday.  Cause really, I don't know how to take this insult.  I mean, you don't come out of an extraordinary match with Kit Black, keep in mind ONCE AGAIN WE STOLE THE SHOW...and think that going up against you is a one-up on the situation.  It's a step down...in the wrong direction.  You are nothing but a speed-bump, a rest area, if you will, on the road back into the game." She thinks for a second and snickers, "I take it back!  Facing you isn't a punishment, it's a chance for me to practice on a dummy." She gets up and begins to walk off scene, fades to black. [tbc by me only]