You meet your manager in the changing room.

Though there's nothing you'd like better than to take off for a night with the pleasure boy, you still have work to do. An interview with the winning wrestler is expected. You head for the changing rooms and shower the sweat off your body. Coming back out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel wrapped round your wet hair you find your manager, Doc Voodoo waiting for you.

"Hey honey," He greets you. "Great fight, that stunt you pulled fucking Sanchez is gonna be the talk of tonights show."

"If you're so pleased I guess that means you've worked out an angle to make more bread." You answer as you dry your hair. "I just did it to teach the asshole a lesson, my ass is still throbbing like a motherfucker."

"Not half as much as Sanchez's is, I'll bet." Doc chuckles. "His people have already been on to me about a rematch and they're happy to sweeten the pot for the chance for their boy to get some payback."

"You'd better not be suggesting I throw a fight." You say, pulling the holdall with your clothes out of a locker. "I ain't rolling over for no amount of cash."

"Hey hey honeychild, chill out." Your manager protests. "I wouldn't pull no shit like that on you. All they're asking for is another crack at you. If you whip his ass again it's cool."

"Well that's ok I guess." You agree with some ****. "It'd had better be worth my while though. That little shit's really gonna go to town on my ass if he wins."

You pull a tight leopard print minidress over your head and tug it down, smoothing it out over your wide hips. An alligator tooth necklace and a pair of suede kneehigh boots are the only other items you put on. You take a look at yourself in a mirror and nod in satisfaction.

"Guess I'm ready for the interview." You say, with a grin. "You worked out what I'm gonna say yet?"

Since your stage character is not supposed to speak English, Doc Voodoo "translates" for you in front of the camara. The Doc has a small stable of African-American fighters in the EWL. He's been a good manager for you, but he has a wicked sense of humour and some of his translations for you can be outrageous. On several occasions you've had a hard time keeping a straight face as you listen to his outlandish stories.

"Shit no." He exclaims. "I never rehearse a word. It's a hell of lot more fun just to wing it."

You both laugh at this and the Doc opens the door for you and holds out his hand to escort you to the post match interview.