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"Well, usually, I'd take my opponents promos and tear em' up like a piece of paper I'd blow my snot in, or use to wipe my ass after a trip to Taco Bell, but." Terri Lamin's walking down a hall, in full wrestling gear, and is adjusting the tape wrapped around her forearm. She stops, and looks left... then looks right... Terri Lamin Dangerously: "But, apparently, she's caught a serious case of lazy-fuck-itis. Supposing she does show up tonight, then she's gonna learn that it's not always better late than never, when she's crawling home on her knees, puking up my freaking toenails after my foots been shoved up her ass. God, you bitches piss me the fuck off." She shakes her head. Terri Lamin Dangerously: "I mean hell, it's almost like cheating, because I'm obviously up against a retard." But, now she shrugs. Terri Lamin Dangerously: "Dah well. Looks like an easy win for the Raging One. And shit, if she doesn't show up.... I won't object to takin' a night off. Heh heh." She winks, and flips off the camera. Terri Lamin Dangerously: "See ya soon, squirt." Cut.

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