*The Crotch is again standing backstage with Lor, who is sporting her street look.*
Crotch: Lor, I gotta admit, last week you really took a beating, but you got the job done, forcing Meeko to pass out to the Harlequinaid. However, this week, you face ButterRican in a number one contender's match. It seems everytime you pull off a win, they throw someone else at you. Have you thought about just giving up? You know you'll never get your one-on-one title shot with Sneaky Bunny. Maybe you could go into bartending instead?
*Lor smiles a sweet smile and shakes her head. She stomps on the Crotch's foot, but he doesn't seem to notice.*
Crotch: Heh. I got my cup on, and now I have steel toed boots! Sorry, hun, but you ain't gonna get me this time.
*Lor looks alluringly at the Crotch, eyeing him up and down.*
Lor: Mm.
*Suddenly Lor punches the Crotch in the stomach, causing him to lean forward. His eyes go wide but he can't say anything as the wind has been knocked out of him. Lor delivers Punch & Judy, and again bends down and picks up the fallen mic.*
Lor: So Sneaky Bunny is trying to con her way out of facing me by making me compete in a number one contender's match, eh? Well, hunny, that's fine with me! You keep sendin'em up, I'll keep knockin'em down. Like I said before, it doesn't matter how many jobbers I have to go through. One by one, every women in this company will fall by my hand. And when it's just you <points to the camara> and me <points to her self> still standing, then you'll have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. See you at SummerScam, sweety.
*Lor drops the mic and sudectively walks off. Monroe and Marcum take over at ringside.*
Monroe: She's got a point! Eventually, Sneaky Bunny will have to face her!
Marcum: That may be, but it's only fair that Lor prove herself, first!
Monroe: Somehow, I don't think that's going to be a problem!
