The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like we have some stuff going on backstage.
	Let us have a look.

Heather Angelo walks down the hallway with her traveling bag ready to head home for another day.

She hears heels clicking behind her. As she stops, she sniffs the air. Without turning, Heather recognizes the fragrance and her face turns to a look of disgust. She slightly turned her head to look over her shoulder.

Heather: Stacy?

Stacy, a little reluctant to speak with her, works up a nerve to talk to her anyways.

Stacy: Heather, may I have a word with you?

Heather: Look, don't waste your my time. You seen the match. I won. Enough said.

Stacy: Ummm… you

Heather turns slowly and drops her bag from her shoulder. Piercing Stacy’s soul with her eyes.

Heather: You what!? You looked pretty damn good considering it took me months to scrub this beautiful physique clean of that garbage, Eerie Sunshine?

Heather: You what!? You won by doing the only thing no other bombshell has done; by slowly ripping the life out of Sophia? 

Heather: Huh? Is that what you were going to say, Stacy?

Stacy sits there with her mouth open lost for words. Heather grabs her bag and slings it back over her shoulder.

She walks away from Stacy and opens the door to the parking lot. She stops in her tracks to say one last thing.

Heather: Oh! I will no longer be overlooked as a wrestler any longer. I'll be a good sport and wish Nichols, Ace and Madison good luck on their journey for #1 contendership.

Heather: As for the rest of these bombshells in the back. They have the worst of luck coming. Season 13, I will be no part timer. I will be respected and like tonight what I did to Sophia….I will impose fear in any bombshell who stands in my way. 

Heather: Goodnight, Stacy.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well then...
	Looks like the champ wants to share her piece.

Stacy Clark stands in front of the camera prepping to go live. Sophia strolls into the scene, with the Women's Championship Belt draped over her shoulder. 

Stacy: We are live! And I'm here with our current Women's Champion.. the one, the only, Sophia Ortiz.

Stacy: So! Here we are, Sophia. Another year come and passed. As the current forefront of the Women's division and champion, what do you think about the current state of your division? 

Sophia: Stacy, I’m excited. When I first arrived as the fresh new blood, I had a lot to learn and a lot to build. The Women’s division at the time was in limbo, and quite frankly, often made a mockery of. 

Sophia: Now let's fast forward to present day. I'm no longer the impressionable newbie, ‘and’ your rightful Women's Champ. But check this, there's new blood in tha house! 

Sophia: Billy Piper, Karissa Dawson, Hallie Nichols, Flo Jo, Sojo….. oh wait, Sojo hightailed it out of here huh? Rookies. Anywho! A lot of new and promising talent, I'm impressed. 

Sophia: As your current Champion… and in turn “den mother”, please allow me to welcome you all with this piece of advice-

Sophia: Keep on striving and doing you, but always be wary of who you trust… there are some “ladies” of questionable caliber. Unsafe workers. For whatever reason they still have a job and if you’re not careful, will simply mislead you, misguide you, use you, and try to destroy you. I won't name any names *cough-Madison Cox-cough* but consider yourself warned.

Sophia: Aside from that, I've got my eye on you all and I like how I'm seeing this division grow. 

Sophia glances over at her Championship belt and pats it lovingly

Sophia: Let's see which one of you has the cajones to step up to the task and take this. I'll be waiting! Until then, WEEEEPAAAAA!!

Stacy: Sage words from our Women's Champ! Back to you, fellas.

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