Mr. Malibu Barbie, sorry Mike, maybe Ken. I can never tell the difference between you and your plastisized girlfriend.  Nobody cares though except maybe 12 year old girls.  You haven't felt it yet my sweet have you?   The dark Daze that comes for you.    But you will.  Just ask your buddy Brutal Mick Brandon.  He has been swept in the Daze and has never looked back.  That sweet rain that precedes your introduction into the Eternal Grove.  

(pause)

I know, I know.  This isn't my normal promo.  Or what do we call them now, Exposures?  Whatever.  But you aren't my normal opponent.  You're just a jobber my sweet.  I could've made this longer, I could've put a story of my past, my present or my future.  But against you, why waste it.  Why waste something so long when nobody is actually going to watch this because it's me against you.  You.  The king of the jobbers.  And my latest punching bag.  You aren't even worth the time is takes to take your soul.  

(She pauses, and we can see her anger rise)

I...LOST...TO... Zolothach.  A nobody wrestler who plays with pretend monsters from a Lovecraftian fantasy space opera.  Let me reiterate that: I... LOST...TO... Zolothach.  Losing to Morales I can tolerate because he is a slightly better wrestler than I am.  Ok, a way better wrestler than I am.  But I can learn. But losing to Tabitha, (sputters and recoils) that...I... you... I mean WHO loses to Tabitha.  Nobody loses to Tabs.  EVER!  And yet I managed to do that.

(She stops and stares intensely at us)

And now you... are...in...the...ring...with....ME!  I...AM... YOUR...INEVITABLE END!!!  As I need a training dummy to get my anger out, you'll do.  I know that you won't be walking out the same way you walked in.  You are my punching bag, my training dummy, my target.  In doing so you will feel death by diva.   You would do well to remember that when you face me.  The Deadly Diva.