"Are you high?"

Caramel is backstage, staring at a camera with a pissed off expression.

"Who do you think you are, Vipe? Seriously! You can't walk into your little skater-zone with a Fuji waterproof camera to stop your constant drool from ruining it, and then trash-talk me 'bout what you think I should or should not be doing. Or what you think you're gonna do to me on Monday! Do you want the truth? Nerrppp, probably not. I know the truth is gonna hurt you, and you're just not ready to hear it, but you've pissed me off already! So I'm gonna come out and say it. Mr. Timberlake... Sorry, VIPE... This coming Monday you'll step into the ring with your confidence an your arrogance in tact. But when you walk out, you're gonna be all embarrassed and I'll be laughing as you walk out of the ring ashamed! My hand will be raised, and I'll make SURE that your elimination hurts the most, 'mmkay? Now now, I know. You're a big tough man and I'm some how weak because I'm a woman... But if that's the truth, then why the hell wouldn't you go easy on me. Oh, I know! Because you're lying through your teeth! You know that I can beat you. Maybe you've seen my indie tapes..."





"I don't know. I don't even care! I've clearly faced tougher challenges than you. Whatever you are. Am I afraid of you? Nerrppp!... Am I gonna hurt you? Hell yes!... And you're damn right I'm a drunken party gal! A proud one, too! "

"Now, Vipey... Things don't have to be so BAD between the two of us. Feel free to see me in the locker room if you need a warm-up"

Caramel winks provocatively.

"Just kidding!!!!! Hahaha!... But seriously, stop wasting your time trash-talking moi and prepare to get tossed over the rope like the bitch you are. Mmmkay? Byeee!"

Caramel waves and blows a kiss.