“Rebecca, will you hurry up?�?calls a woman’s voice from the dressing room slash closet in her expensive Manhattan suite. “Time isn’t exactly something Rebecca worries about.�?she explains. “She believes in being fashionably late.�?/FONT>

A few camera men are inside the ridiculously large closet in Rebecca’s room. Yes, they are conducting an interview with Miss Rebecca Rancid for her match at the 400^th episode of hangover. Phoebe Justice traveled first class to get to Manhattan in order to reach Rebecca. When you’re a superstar, you don’t necessarily have the time to make room for certain people in your life. This woman, who lived her life in the fast lane, was involved in so many projects that were just piled on top of each other much like her opponents from past matches who she laid out with such ease. “Oh please! I can‘t find this record.�?she yells out from her master bedroom, where she’s currently sitting on the floor dressed in nothing but lacey underwear from La Petite Coquette and a pair of black laced up Christian Dior boots. Obviously, the camera tried to avoid her breasts from being seen on national television but it’s not the first time they have been revealed. She is very clever when it comes to making decisions, despite what most people think. She has said about her various career choices, "I walk on eggshells on a daily basis, and in my Manolos, can you IMAGINE the amount of risks I take?"

“I’ve got it!�?she yells appearing from the bedroom, now dressed in a blue sweater with a drawing of Marilyn Monroe on the back. She’s carrying a Henry Mancini record - Midnight, Moonlight, and Magic in her hand as “Moon River�?was personal favorite. Rebecca was also a fan of Snoop Dogg and had met him on several occasions.

Rebecca Rancid with Snoop Dogg 2006

Her dressing room looks like a hurricane has left an impact on it as there are not yet activated Blackberries (All different models) strewn around the room along with an untouched bottle of White Zinfandel, Rebecca wasn’t allowed any kind of drinks with the exception of water in the mornings.

“Well, you better hurry up then!�?ordered the woman. “You have to get dressed and you’re boyfriend is picking you up in an hour.�?And that clearly wasn’t close to the amount of time Rebecca used to get dolled up for any event in her life. “By the way, if you don’t mind me asking, which boyfriend is this?�?/FONT>

She quickly blushed making her way past Phoebe Justice and towards the dresser taking a seat in front of the lady.

“He’s not one of my boyfriends.�?she snaps back. “I actually don’t choose to have a boyfriend at this point in life as I’m running around the place. I think, to commit to someone, would require settling down and I just don’t have that kind of time for a man. But there are always non serious relationships that are brief here and there.�?/FONT>

The woman begins to run a pink brush through her hair as she browses several options for a dress, of course, while Phoebe documents more of her day.

“So what made you decide to come back for BUD’s 400^th show?�?asks Phoebe who’s now just inches away from the pyro princess. “With all these new jobs you don’t seem to have a second to spare for yourself let alone BUD..�?/FONT>

“When I make promises, I tend to keep them, Phoebe. Just ask Mary Sue.�?By Mary Sue she is referring to the woman in charge of her crowning glory - her hair. "I believe it would be rather pleasing to enter that ring on a show so special in the hearts of BUD fans and superstars, the day they experienced their first hangovers." she says followed by a soft giggle. She had a sharp tongue and there was no holding back when it came to her. "I know I'm facing someone by the name of Tani Lyons. What was the she? The Bytch Champion at one time?"

"That is correct!" declares Phoebe like a robot, and then she twitches causing Rebecca to shoot her a perplexed look.

"It has been years since I've held that belt which clearly says a lot about the situation. She's the little new girl on the block, earned herself some kind of respect around here and she's fresh meat going up against someone who people have presumed dead for the past year when I was sent into solitary." she rolls her eyes, but gracefully. "It's amazing what people think when they don't see your face for a few months. But I've proved that I was far from dead when I came back to sweep BUD's halls clean. Speaking of which, what is Leaky Format doing back in BUD?" the expression on her face when she says his name is priceless. "I thought he was supposed to leave after I beat him with such ease in that match. A week or so without facing anyone due to an injury he brought on himself, watch the match again and you'll see you performed the DDT bitch, he's now facing Akmed."

"Well Roxy renewed his contract because she felt sorry for the poor human slav.. wrestler." I swear it, you could see a twinkle in Phoebe's left eye.

But Rebecca wasn't surprised, she knew he'd lick his way back into the federation. That's what happens to men with no morals.

"I don't see why all this matters." she says throwing her arms around the room indicating that the objects in there were of complete waste to her. She usually moves her hands around quite a bit when she talks. It's almost as though she's trying to paint a visual picture for her companion. "So I've made quite a few bucks in the last couple of years. Actually, make that quite a few billions. I got bored and bought a few houses and apartments all over and I've been living with maids cleaning up after me but that doesn't take away from who I am. I don't care who you are and how much you've wrestled in this industry, I'd be able to take you down just because I've got that much anger, that much aggression than any of these bytches currently in the company. I don't even have to wrestle them to prove it and this isn't my ego talking. You name a person here, I've beaten them and if I haven't then I probably will in the near future. There are a few though, who I have to admit, are out of my reach and I'm *admitting* to that."

She loosens herself out of Mary Sue's grasp and walks towards the racks off clothes that are lined up in her closet. There are many assortments, some color coded finery; neutral, metallic and rainbow colors - all of which are designer clothes. Browsing through the metallics first, you get feeling of who exactly Rebecca Rancid is. She is clearly fascinated with shiny objects, especially gold and you know exactly where we are going next.

"So what about when you return to the domain? Are there certain titles you want to hold? Perhaps the bytch champion that your current opponent Tani used to once own might be suitable?" questions Phoebe as she takes a seat in Rebecca's place expecting Mary Sue to do her hair next.

"I don't exactly have a certain title in mind I want to go after but I'm doubting it's the bytch champion. There's not much competition for me in there anyways, no offense to the girls in the running but it's just not a game I want to play. Actually.." her words drift off as she comes upon this pink chiffon piece on the rainbow rack. Yes, we are past the titles talk. "I don't really care about what title I own. Like I've said before, it's not the title but the person I've faced to take it."

And that's a direct quote from some of her old tapings. Phoebe adjusts herself on Rebecca's chair, probably keeping it warm for little miss don't give a fuck.

"I'm pretty sure my opponent this week will find some way to use that against me but it doesn't matter anyways. I know that a few matches have been set up a certain way. You just see people like Midnight on a card with Valek and you know there's no competition over there. One of them is going to get crushed easily, and it's not Valek." says Rebecca smirking as she returns towards the chair with her dress in hand.

"I really know what you mean." says Phoebe nodding her head. "Don't you just wish you were placed against someone who actually held some credibility in this place?"

Mary Sue has now moved over and is tending to the dress Rebecca slipped on. This piece is by Valentino and Rebecca's even got black Christian Louboutins to match them.

"Now now, Phoebe." says Rebecca in a more sympathetic way. "That is no way to be talking about my opponent. I believe she does have some credibility but I doubt that would enable her to secure a win over me. C'mon now!"

As Rebecca speaks, Mary Sue grows impatient. The time on her watch shows that it's been one hour and fifty minutes since she informed Rebecca about being late for her lunch. Before Phoebe asks yet another annoying question, Mary Sue places her hand over the future interviewer's mouth.

"Don't you think that's enough?" she asks and then shoots Rebecca a glare.

The slender blonde rolls her eyes again and counters. "Fine! But I get two smokes before we reach that place!"

Mary Sue nods as she picks up the chanel bag Rebecca is supposed to carry as well as her Henry Mancini record and within a blink of an eye, they're out of the suite. Phoebe knows how to let herself out unless she wants assistance by the bodygaurds at the place. It was only a matter of TIME, for Rebecca, to go up to the ring on hangover and beat her opponent.