Dylan:Yeah, I totally agree. It could of been worse.

*pause*

Dylan:*laughs* Yeah I guess you could say that

*pause*

Dylan:Don't even get me started on that! I'll just have to take that when it comes.

*pause*

Dylan:Yeah Im aware that its Kurt Angle. Ok to me its just one of the many arrogant jackasses here.

*pause*

Dylan:Yeah and fortunatly for me I don't care.

*pause*

Dylan:London is lets say um...different.

*pause*

Dylan:*laughs* I very much doubt that, anyway I gotta go. I'l talk to you later.

~*Dylan hangs up his cell phone and places on a small table. She sighs and leans back onto the comfortable leather couch. She smiles and stands back up walking over to a mirror. She runs her finger's through her black and blonde hair and straightens out her outfit. Time to see the fans again. The camera's fade but soon once again spring to life. The titan tron is shown up close as the lights black out. "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence hits the PA system and purple and white light flashes everywhere. The fans come to their feet as Dylan walks out onto the stage. She breathes in and takes in the presence of the thousands of fans chanting her name. She gently nods her head and begins to make her way down the ramp. She climbs the steel steps and enters the ring under the middle rope. She walks to the centre of the ring and raises her hands. She then walks to the ropes and simply grins at the fans. She requests her mic as her music dies down and begins to talk to the London crowd.*~

Dylan:Wow it has been way too long. Ok I know that I haven't been around as much as I'd like to have been but I don't wanna get into all of that. The fact is that Im back and Im back for good. Over the past few days Ive been preparing for this so called 'Work Out' as your Olympic Hero likes to put it. Call it whatever the hell you want but the fact is that Im against you and when the bell rings it will be you staring at the lights from the flat of your back. Being over looked really doesn't bother me. Do it all you want cos its happened a lot before and I always end up proving them wrong no matter what. People have been coming up to me all day saying stuff like 'oh Dylan what are you going to do? I mean c'mon its Kurt Angle' or 'There's no way your gonna get through this. I swear if one more person comes up to me with another comment like I will scream! To all those people who have oh so little faith. Screw you! Doubt me and I will make you eat your words. Now Im gonna treat this match like its any other. Just go into it and give everything I have which still won't be enough, so then I'll put more into it! Thats what Im here to do, thats my job. Im here to fight and do nothing else. So everyone who has doubted me I want you to watch very carefully. I want you to watch me when the bell rings and my hand is raised.

~*Dylan hands the mic back to the ring anouncer and leaves the ring. She makes her way up the ramp. She walks backstage and makes her way to the parking lot. Her cell phone rings and she answers. In the middle of her conversation a stage hand makes his way over to her. He stands in front of, she doesn't notice him as her eyes glance downward. He coughs softly and she looks up. He holds a pen and paper up signaling for an autograph.*~

Dylan:Yeah look I gotta go

*pause*

Dylan:Ok I'll call you back

~*Dylan looks at the guy who has a cocky smile on his face. He looks her up and down and raises his eyebrow. She sighs and takes the pen and paper from him.She starts to sign her name until he interrupts.*~

Stage hand:Um could you make it out to Mike

~*Dylan doesn't answer but simply scribbles his name on the top.She smiles weakly and hands him the paper.*~

Mike:Thanks Baby

~*he licks his lips and Dylan winces in disgust, She starts to walk off.*~

Mike:Oh and your gonna choke against Angle at Backlash!

~*Dylan stops in her tracks and turns around. She walks over to him slowly, he still smiles a cocky smile. She smiles sweetly which soon turns into a look of disgust. Without warning she punches him square in the nose. He stumbles back into a wall now holding his bloody nose.*~

Mike: Bitch!

Dylan: Yeah you know it!

~*Dylan turns on her heel and gets into her car. She checks her hair in the rear view mirror and drives now looking very much forward to Backlash.*~