At some point before or after the pool party.
>>20018192>>20016992An interviewer and camera crew cautiously enter the Divine Angels’ private locker room, where Nikki sits with a smug grin on her face. As the interviewer opens his mouth to speak, she raises a finger, and shakes her head.
“Ugh, no. You’re not needed, go away.” She then beckons toward the camera crew. “But you guys can stay, just keep that camera on me.”
She rubs her hands together, then begins to speak. “Tonight in the Tag Team Scramble, I singlehandedly decimated Mike and Burnt Pizza Girl. Mike? Never met her, just business. But Burnt Pizza Girl? She stole Coco’s chance at revenge against the original Pizza Girl by taking her out, so maybe that one was just a lil bit personal for us.”
Nikki frowns. “But more importantly, I saw K-Chan’s stupid interview. I saw how she ran her mouth.”
“She’s delusional. I did all the work. I hit like, five, maybe six Dublin Destroyers in that match? I lost count. And then I beat the shit out of Mike outside of the ring so she couldn’t break up the pin! Something my idiot partner, the wannabe Angel K-Chan, was too stupid to do any of the half a dozen times I had those dorks we were up against dead to rights.”
“But it’s fine. Because I’m a professional. So I’ll beat all our opponents 2 on 1, and then keep one of them busy so my idiot partner can pin the other after all my work. And maybe, just maybe, by the time I’ve won us this tournament, she’ll learn a thing or two about tag team wrestling from watching an elite professional like me in action, and actually become someone worthy of being called a Divine Angel.”