Warfare, July 14th, 2014
As Warfare returned from commercial break, the scene opened
up backstage. Michelle McCool was walking down the corridor, filing her nails,
the women’s championship belt on her shoulder. She was walking at a leisurely
pace, not paying much attention to anything but herself. As she walked by the
loading dock, another voice was heard.
"Ayy, pssst."
Michelle kept on walking. She didn’t hear anything.
"PSSSSST. HEY."
She stopped for a moment, appearing to have finally heard
the whisper.
“Over here. The door behind you.”
She turned around, a little bewildered, to see the door just
to her left cracked open.
Michelle: Umm, who are you?
“Just walk up to the door, it’s all good.”
Michelle: Hello, I’m not stupid. What if you’re one of
Sasha’s goons or something?
Well, she was half right.
“That’s who I need to talk to you about. Sasha. I ain’t
tryna start nothin’.”
The door opened a little bit more, the figure poking their
head out. They had a hood over their head, sunglasses, and a black bandana
covering the rest of their face.
Michelle: Oh no way, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this
your way of trying to lure me in and kidnap me? No. Just no.
She turned around and shook her head, “pshhhd” obnoxiously,
then went to continue her stroll.
“AY. Come on man, dang!”
At this point the person stepped out of the room and took a
few giant steps on their tip toes over to Michelle… Like he was sneaky. It was
obviously a man. He was massive. Michelle had to take a step back just to look
at his face. She held up her hand in front of her, as if trying to protect
herself.
Michelle: You’re terrible at this you know. Sheesh.
The man grumbled, then removed the hood from his head, and
pulled down the bandana, before pushing the sunglasses to the top of his head.
It was Angelo Dawkins.
Angelo Dawkins: I ain’t tryna kidnap you. All these
stereotypes, man. I’m intelligent. I’m well learned, and I’m not a thug.
The crowd could be heard cheering in the background. He put
a hand up to his chin thoughtfully, before looking down on Michelle.
Angelo Dawkins: But you know who IS a thug though. Sasha.
Naaaw, she isn’t a thug really. Just thuggish. And she really ain’t that smart
either. She’s the poster child for stereotypes. Ghetto is what a lot of ya’ll would
call her. Ya feel me?
Michelle crossed her arms as she listened.
Michelle: Sasha? I thought you two were like best friends or
something.
Angelo laughed loudly at that. His voice carried through the
corridor. Then, all of the sudden, he stopped laughing and looked around him,
covering his mouth and clearing his throat.
Angelo Dawkins: Naw man, she is just MEAN. I don’t even know
what I do to desrve that. Disrespectful man, disrespectful. I can’t handle it
sometimes. You ever know someone that’s just mean for no reason? You know, just
a trip all the time?
The crowd could be heard laughing at his comment. Michelle
shook her head.
Michelle: Of course not. So, why are you telling me this?
Angelo Dawkins: I had a dream, and it came true my man. I
made my escape. I broke FREE! Whenever Sasha went out with Summer and Eva Marie
earlier, she didn’t wait up for me. So I just left. And I’m tryna keep it on
the down low… But I gotta tell you somethin’ too. It’ll benefit you AND me, ya
feel me?
Michelle was definitely interested now. Though she had no
idea what Angelo could possibly have in mind.
Angelo Dawkins: See, me and Sasha made this bet. I told her
she wasn’t gonna win the gold tonight. And if she didn’t, she had to start
bein’ nice to me, ya feel? But if SHE won? Man, she could talk all the mess she
want and I can’t be mad. What she doesn’t know is I’m here right now, about to
make my great escape.
Michelle: Soooo… Where do I come in exactly?
Angelo Dawkins: Man, you just need to win this match, that’s
it. Easy enough for you right? I mean, you’re like a GIANT compared to Sasha
anyway. But who isn’t? HAAAA!
He held out his fist for a bump but when Michelle didn’t go
to return the favor, he shrugged then pulled his hood back over his head.
Angelo Dawkins: Suit yourself. Ay, if Sasha asks, you didn’t
see me. I’m out. Catch you on the down low, McCruel.
He put his sunglasses back down over his eyes before turning
the other way and heading towards the parking lot. Michelle wore a look of
confusion as she watched Angelo make his “escape”, also somewhat ironically
wondering why he had called her McCruel. There was no clue as to where he’d be
going, but it wasn’t her problem, so she shrugged too, then continued down the
hall and went back to filing her nails. But once again, she was stopped. This
time by her “best friend” Renee Young. The women’s champion sighed loudly in
exasperation.
Renee Young: Michelle, mind sharing a few words about your match
tonight? You’re going against the newest contender for your title, Sasha---
Michelle: I know, Renee. And I don’t have anything to say.
Why would I? She already says enough. Do you NOT see the ridiculous things she
decides to say on Twitter? She is one of the few people who really shouldn’t
speak their mind… Because I think she may be brainless. She’s just… Ignorant.
And Ignorant can’t defeat Flawless.
Michelle nodded in approval, then smiled at Renee, patted
her on the shoulder, then walked off again. The segment faded out into the next
match.