:Alexia: It's about time. You were only suppose to be here 30 minutes ago.

:Reporter: I'm so sorry Ms.Alexia.

:Alexia: Lets just get this over with, so I can finish my work-out.

Alexia walks over to a bench and sits down on it. She takes a swig of her water, as the reporter starts talking.

:Reporter: So i'm sure you've heard the news about your upcoming POW battle Royal match on Thursday Night?!

:Alexia:Yea I have. And i've also heard just about every idiotic comment that my opponents could have said. These men in this federation sure under-estimate me. It'll be nice to prove them wrong.

:Reporter: Any comments about your opponents?

:Alexia: Were do I begin? Lets see...Luke Icon. He prances around here with his silicone girlfriend, and actually has the audasity to call me the hooker. Whoa, what a shock. Somebody calling me a hooker, well I guess that's what you can expect from some uneducated asshole. He can't think of anything intelligent to say, so when in doubt call the female a hooker. Well he should take a good look at his skanky girlfriend who's standing next to him.

:Reporter: What about your opponent Earl?

:Alexia:Who? Oh wait you mean the guy who hasn't showed his face just yet?! Well there isn't much you can say about somebody you don't know. Which is a good thing. One of the men here has some common sense. Not like the other three morans who trash talk til they are blue in the face. Nothing better to do with their time I guess.

:Reporter: What are your thoughts on Chris Shipman?

:Alexia: He's a joke. I mean come on he thinks he's a badass because he claims he just got out of prison. Well if he was such a badass he wouldn't have been in prison. He would have been smart enough not to get caught. He obviously hasn't seen a picture of me, because then he wouldn't have made such a dumbass out of himself. Obviously I am not some big fat Russian women, so he'll have to find something new to try for his trash talking. Because there isn't a single person in that arena who is going to be amused with that anymore. So Chris hun, please come up with some new material yours is getting old quickly. And Chris please don't ever say i'm attractive again, it doesn't really mean much coming from a monster like you. And you mutilating my gorgeous body.....Lets just say that's never going to happen. You have probably locked yourself in a cage, covered yourself in blood and are jacking yourself off right now! That would be my guess on you. And you are a sick son of a bitch. So come this match, it'll be a pleasure beating some sense into you. Oh and Chris one more thing. The only blood that will be spread will be yours. Hate to break it to you.

Alexia fidgets in her seat alittle bit, but gives the reporter and evil smirk. The reporter clears his throat and continues on with his questions.

:Reporter: Now what about Mihael Stefandis? The last opponent in this battle Royal.

:Alexia:HaHaHa. Another pathetic excuse of a man. He's basically a scarface wanna-be. I mean seriously man....*Laughs* Him and his ugly bitch of a girlfriend, or whoever she is. I don't have much to say on him. He probably isn't worth the energy.

:Reporter: Enough about your match. Tell me about yourself.

:Alexia: Not much to tell. I was born and raised in New Orleans, Lousiana. Started bartending on Bourbon St. when I was 16. Always wanted to be a wrestling. So here I am now.

:Reporter: Well thank you very much Alexia. Look foward to your match, and good luck to you.

:Alexia:Thanks, but after seeing the pathetic people i'm facing. Luck I won't need.

:Reporter: One more quick question. Are you looking to team up with anybody?

:Alexia: I've always got my eyes on a few good candidates. But if all the men are like the three i'm facing, then defiantly not! But there is a possiblity of finding some lucky guy who gets to be with me.

Alexia smiles sweetly before walking away from the reporter. She picks up her duffelbag and heads towards the showers as she disappears into a cloud of steam.