-The scene began on the sultry redhead known as Rayna Von Tosh. She could be found laying across a couch in her locker room, thumbing through a book with the title "Conversational Chinese". She adjusted the pair of stylish pair of glasses she wore as a light knock was heard coming to her door.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Yes?
-The bald head of Jonathan Coachman cautiously poked into the room-
Rayna Von Tosh: Something troubling you, Coach?
-Coach slowly entered the locker room and continued to look about in a paranoid manner-
The Coach: Typically when I interview one of The Poison Trio bizarre things happen. Taylor is very energetic and hops around the entire and rarely stays on topic. Portia is very aggressive and usually threatens me and everything around her. I never know what to expect.
-Rayna raised an eyebrow with a grin on her face. She removed her glasses, closed the book and rose from the couch-
Rayna Von Tosh: Haven't you realized yet, Coach? I'm the sensible one. The planner. I hold things together. I have poise and rationality. A lady doesn't partake in that type of behavior.
-She ran a hand through her hair while Coach seemed to be relieved by this development-
The Coach: So this is just going to be a straight forward interview about your match with Torrie Wilson?
Rayna Von Tosh: Indeed.
The Coach: Alright! Well, as I just stated you're set to go up against Torrie Wilson this week. A diva who has won both the Women's Title and The Sky High Championship. Not to mention she was the 2010 Queen of the Ring. Getting a win here sounds like a formidable task.
Rayna Von Tosh: I suppose it would be. For most people. But I'm the unique, chic and magnifigue Rayna Von Tosh. And she is just...Torrie Wilson. Even that name sounds drab and dreary. Rather plain. It doesn't sound very appealing in bright lights, does it? It appears as though an upbringing in...Idaho...doesn't leave much room for culture.
-Coach is ready to reply when he feels something bump against the back of his leg. A little person, a midget, a dwarf, whatever you would like to call it, just scurried past him. It was also dressed in a tuxedo and top hat. Coach glanced over his shoulder but wasn't able to get a glimpse of the strange occurrence-
The Coach: Err...
-He continued along and thought nothing of it.-
The Coach: Do think it's wise to underestimate Torrie Wilson? She has accomplished a great during her time in this company. She's faced a whole slew of challengers and has to be well prepared for your style of wrestling.
Rayna Von Tosh: I can underestimate Torrie Wilson because I have been one of those challengers. And if I recall correctly, I defeated her when we faced off. Rather easily and effortlessly, I might add. I can't say I was terribly impressed with her. Especially when you consider all of the accolades you just listed. She's a very, very nice girl. A delight to be around if you're into that sort of thing. But that won't stop me from defeating her once again. I know that she's capable of being aggressive but a loss is quite out of the question at the moment. I'm coming into this match with a statement to make.
The Coach: And what would that statem...
-Coach suddenly paused with a bewildered look appearing on his face. Behind Rayna two men dressed like movers in coveralls were pushing a very bizarre piece of "furniture" A giant clam with a blond haired woman dressed like a mermaid inside, complete with a finny lower half. She wiggles her arms about in a little dance as Coach raises his finger and points. When Rayna turns around the men through a curtain over the oddity to conceal it.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Yes? The arena is going under some construction. Bothersome, isn't it?
The Coach: I just saw...
Rayna Von Tosh: Coach. This is an important match for me. I would hate to think that you're going to be a distraction after an unprofessional interview.
The Coach: Uh...
-Coach shook his head about. Maybe he was just seeing things. He took a look over to the movers once more before turning back to Rayna-
The Coach: My question was, what kind of statement are you attempting to make?
Rayna Von Tosh: As you've just stated, Torrie Wilson is something of a name around here, isn't she? A win over her is a statement. That tells everyone that I am where the focus should be. The new, fresh, young Diva's. Along with Taylor and Portia. And just as Portia defeated Ariel last week, a more established name, I'm going to dispose of Torrie Wilson. We have nasty little trolls like Trish and Natalya running around with both of the titles and something should be done about that. The Poison Trio intends to. I don't see Torrie Wilson stepping up to do anything about it. She's complacent in her little world with her drunkard friend Stacy and her romance with John Cena. She can continue that trend and leave the wrestling to us.
-Coach looked ready to prepare his next question when something else caught his eye. Behind Rayna were a pair of can-can dancers in bright costumes with garish make up. They were followed by large, muscular bald man with a curly mustache who was wearing a wife-beater. The dancers even did a quick little routine as Coach watched, completely flabbergasted. They slipped into the large curtain blocking a curtain of the room as Rayna turned around-
Rayna Von Tosh: Coach. Have you never seen minor construction work being done? It's not that amazing, I assure you.
-Coachman rubbed at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't recall doing any drinking the night before so maybe he was simply going insane. Dealing with wrestlers could be tasking, after all.-
The Coach: ...Ah...well...Torrie Wilson hasn't seen much in-ring action as of late and that could be due in part to her unfortunate run in with Brian Kendrick.
Rayna Von Tosh: And I sympathize. Really. Portia has dealt with him as well and he is an awful human being. So while I feel for her that won't make me go any easier on her. One has to dust themselves off eventually. And I won't allow that to be used as an excuse when I have my arm raised in victory. We're in a very dangerous business where practically anything is capable of happening. Well, anything except for Torrie Wilson getting a win over me. That can't and will never occur. And I'm afraid that there is precious little she can do about it. Perhaps she will be able to find solstice in the fact getting another win over her will help propel me. She may find the outcome depressing but I'm sure she will be out shopping for cheap shoes in no time.
-A pair suddenly popped up on either side of Rayna. Two...people of indeterminable gender dressed in blue, skin tight body suits that covered them from head to toe. They began to strike strange, contorted poses as Coach pointed feverishly at them.-
The Coach: There! Right THERE! Do you see that?!
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh. This?
-Rayna looked surprisingly unaffected by this as she went to the enormous curtain and pulled it aside. The room was now filled with the two freaky contortionists, a well dressed midget, two can-can girls, a strong man and a mermaid inside of a clam. The clam itself had a series of flashing lights spread out around them. The two movers had shed their coveralls and were both dressed like ring leaders in white outfits with golden bird masks.-
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm an entrepreneur, yes? You have to have something to fall back on. I'm working on starting a touring cabaret show. We do need an announcer..
-Coach went wide eyed as the weird group advanced towards him-
The Coach: Y...You lied to me! You told me this was going to be normal!
-Coach quickly fled the locker room as Rayna sported a satisfied grin and held out her palm-
Rayna Von Tosh: 50 dollars. Pay up.
Portia Perez: DAMN IT!
-Rayna's partner Portia emerged from another room and the dark haired diva placed the money into the redhead's palm.-
Portia Perez: I can't believe he actually fell for that!
-Portia cursed under her breath as Rayna looked on to the unusual troupe around her who were all still striking strange poses as the scene faded.-