It was a rather bright day on the streets of New York City. Actually, it would have been a perfect time for two young women to sit outside for a cup of coffee while chatting about a few remarkable things that happened during the course of their day. But I suppose the most remarkable thing, up until now, would be running into Rebecca Rancid. They recognized her at once, even though she wore a pair of dark shades and was clothed in casual wear. She was accompanied by a few people who obviously had some business following her around or they wouldn't be allowed to. They hooted and hollered for her to come their way and she did at once. She had a microphone in her hand and wore a rather friendly smile on her face. Removing her glasses to make eye contant, she began to speak to them.

Rebecca.R a n c i d ;; Hello, ladies. Are we having a good day?

Without an invitation she took a seat next to them but then again who needs and invitation when they already love you.

 o n e.of.the.women ;; We are now.

Rebecca just smiled sweetly at them and then shot a few quick glances at the men who stood besides her and back at the girls.

Rebecca.R a n c i d ;; Do you mind if I ask you girls a question? You know, get a few opinions from the typical? Do you happen to know who Lola Star is?

The girls gasp at the mention of Lola's name and begin to mumble about how much they love her.

o n e.of.the.women ;; Lola is my fashion icon. She has great style, a great personality and oh.. she kicked Louise WHOton's ass in the ring once.

The girls cackle evily while Rebecca gets a cocky smile on her face. She rolls her eyes hoping Louise would note the sarcasm and not make snide comments about this later. The girls simply leave but not after getting autographs.

Rebecca.R a n c i d ;; Ironic, isn't it? Why is it that when you pin point the obvious flaws in someone, they attempt to speak out of utter disrespect about you? It's not like I care whether she respects me or not because I don't give a fuck about some low life's opinion but the fact that she started speaking out of her ass just made me sigh. Louise, I suggest knowing before you speak. Not because you'll get a cookie or someone will 'like' you but out of respect for yourself and oh, mastering the art of NOT making yourself look like an idiot. I'm a hasbeen? I've dissappeared on people for months? C'mon. You have no idea what is going on in my life. In the past couple of months, I've kicked some serious ass, made people eat their own words about me and well, just lived my life. Surely you must know that I had won my second W2K Championess as well but just because I don't go around shouting it off the roof top doesn't make it any less remarkable. I haven't 'waltz' back into the scene as I had never left the place for more than a month. I was just keeping a low profile and evening out my scores with people in the past.

Shrugging slightly, she leans back in her chair and continues to belittle Louise.

Rebecca.R a n c i d ;; You're wondering why I'm not competing for the IRX Vixen Championship, right? And according to you I'm not in your 'league' anymore, which of course we all know is the idiot league. Unlike you, I don't really see winning titles as great accomplishments anymore. I used to love doing that and I got quite a lot out of it but it just seems boring and vulgar to me now. Boo hoo, I'm the women's champion. We both know if I was going to aim for a title I'd aim higher. Not because I believe that I'm better than everyone except you but because I've done much more in the women's division than you could ever dream of and I've moved on. But you obviously don't care what I have to say so I guess that's why you used half your fucking promo time against Titania to get back to me. Which once again caused you a bit fat loss on your 'untouched' record.

Rebecca lets out a few chuckles and rolls her eyes.

Rebecca.R a n c i d ;; You're the star of nothing, Louise. You were never one and there's only a few people in the world that care for your existence. You're simply a woman who keeps losing every match she's in and therefore you are deemed unworthy in the wrestling ring. Even that Titania chick beat you and she took my critique, good or bad. But you're just a stupid crack whore who has no respect for yourself and that's why everyone around you treats you like shit. I guess you even opened your stink hole to challenge me to a match. Do you have a death wish? Oh no, I'd assume that you probably thought I wouldn't accept your challenge because I have 'better' things to do. I actually do but I think I can find a small spot in my schedule to fit stomping you in. And I'd LOVE to tear an even bigger hole in your 'career', if you even have one. I'd be glad to turn you away from wrestling and send you back to whatever the hell your day job used to be before you fooled yourself into become a wrestler. Good day, Louise WHOton. See you in the ring next week.

The camera fades to black as even more people approach Rebecca.