Who are you? Some nobody that can't escape the beginning of the shows? Someone ready to warm the fans up for me? Get them time to go get food before I step out into the ring? Well, hi then. Nice to meet you, I'm Ginger. I'm the the top girl in the company, and the top brit. Not you. You're a low level boy, and not a pretty one. How's the day going for you? Well, I hope. Have to be feeling good about yourself, good. You deserve it. I think. Maybe. Still not sure who you are, but you do keep the fans from dying of boredom until I show up, I guess. Not sure, I don't really know you still. Maybe some day you can introduce yourself just in time to get knocked back down to the low level you belong at.

It's ok, guy whose name I will never need to learn. You can one day hope to be half as good as I am. Maybe. What have you done in your time here? In my first night I beat Vinnie Lane for the Hart Title. Then, I took the Intercontinental Title, and you've done...? Yeah. Exactly. You had to beg Peter for a Hart Title shot, something I was given right away. I didn't even try for it. Yet, here you are, struggling for the recognition over getting it. Something you supposedly earned, and you're having to beg for it? You need Peter's permission to take what you earned? I'll tell you what. this Warfare, I will come out to the ring, and pin Peter then tell him to fight me for his title. He'll accept it from me first, because I'm not crying like a bairn. You are. And you give booze a bad name. You should be ashamed of yourself. You're almost on Tush's level of bad.

I take a chug from my bottle. It's empty, so I break it over Chris' head. He goes down like Maverick's pants when he sees a title, and I cover him like I were Maverick's poop on a belt.

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