Backstage.

Cherry Bomb pulls you by the ear all the way to guerrilla position. The crew back up as they see the two of you march through. A cameraman follows you both as you enter the hallway, making sure not to miss a moment of this upcoming backstage brawl. Cherry continues dragging you over to some piles of trash. Cherry positions you in front of several black trash bags piled up in a corner of the hallway. You are still too dizzy to mount any offence, barely able to remain standing, the reek of cheap beer getting to you. Cherry spins around and sticks her arm out, delivering a chest-pounding discus clothesline to you, sending you careening into the trash bags.

Fetid air bursts out of the bags as you land in the garbage. You gag a little as the foul stench hits you, enveloping your senses in stink. The odour clings to your skin and clothes as you lay in the filth. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t ya?” Cherry pipes up, “Better make sure you’re all clean for our date night.” Cherry grabs your leg and begins dragging you off the trash. She pulls your listless body along the dirty floor all the way to the women’s restroom. You look up to see the cameraman getting in close for some shots of your pained expressions.

Cherry Bomb drags you into the bathroom, stopping to bring you to your feet. Before you can regain some energy, Cherry slams you into the sink, knocking your head off of the hard porcelain. You fly backwards into one of the stall doors, forcing it open. “Eager to get clean, aren’t you?” Cherry cheekily says as she stomps towards you. As you begin to realize what’s about to happen, you shake your head instinctively and wave your hands in front of you.