To gloat

The people boo and yells at Wendy but Wendy takes it all in pride.

"What? What? I don't understand?" Wendy mocks the crowd, "Why is everyone booing at me?"

"You know why." Scot replies.

"Oh, this is because of the string of bad luck that I'm having with finding a contender for my Mid-Card Belt at Beach Bust."

"Yes!" The crowd chants.

"Well, it's not my fault that Mimi the French Bitch got scared after her slut got beaten to a pulp and pretty much crucified in the hallway of the arena. It's not my fault that April the Petty Crook has been arrested for illegal substances, found in her locker. I know I was shocked as you. But I did warn you I put a curse on anyone who tried to take my belt. These are just the consequences. And you know what?" Wendy scoffs, "It worked. So far there has been no announcement about who will be my opponent for Beach Bust."

The crowd booed.

"So I'm going to be fair to you and everyone in the locker room, minding the curse, who wants to fight me at Beach Bust for my belt."

Wendy holds out her hand to backstage.

"Come on we are waiting." Wendy smiles, "Does anyone have the courage to face me for my belt?"