[Scene: A backdrop made to look like backstage towards an interview area, kind of like the ones you see on T.V. all the time. It's all shaded red to fit with the company name and perhaps to fit with the character's old color scheme.]
"'Suicidal' Skylar Montgomery! I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I am Emevlas Stastias and I make bitches like you suffer. By the time I'm done putting splinters through your back, you'll be wishing that you were as suicidal as your nickname claims you to be. Let me try and walk you through just exactly HOW you're going to be humbled in my first match here: 1: That nose of you-- come here, cameraman! That nose of yours isn't going to be here *points directly at her nose* but rather I'm going to punch it to right around here. *points at her left cheekbone* 2: Once I'm done rearranging your nose, I'm going to rearrange your spine. Your spine isn't going to be a nice curved shape, because once I'm done with your spine, the doctors at the local hospital are going to have to put a metal rod where said spine used to be. That is if they can get past all the splinters I drive into your back after the match, because once I pin you 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring, I'm going to drive you through a table. Hell, I might drive you through 2 tables just to see the look on your friend's face. Then I'll drive them through a table just 'cuz I can. 3: Once you lose the match, you might want to pull your hair out, but you won't have any to do so with because I'll have already done that for you. I'll shove every single strand down your mouth where your teeth used to be. I say that because I'll punch every single tooth from your gums to the canvas...
In conclusion, once we're in the ring, I'll make you realize that you're in it with the best wrestler this business has ever seen. Once that bell rings, I'm going to kick your ass. *evil laugh* Actually... it will never matter where we are, because we could be in Chicago, we could be in Tokyo, we could be in Rio de Janeiro, we could be in wherever-suits-your-fancy-O, I'll still kick your ass. I'll still put a hundred splinters through your back. Whatever the case and wherever the place, you're going to the hospital tonight, and your diagnosis is going to far worse than your little concussion at RUSH HOUR..." *smirk* "Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Montgomery."
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