The scene opens up to the back alley of a bar, still in what's presumably East San Antonio, where Arryn Connolly is currently rubbing up against and making out with some blonde bar slut who looks like she's just downed about half her body weight in alcohol. Our still incredibly experienced, definitely professional camera man makes his way over to the pair as quietly as he possibly can, until his not paying attention causes him to step on a glass bottle and shatter it for all in the alley to hear. As the sound of shattering glass echoes, Arryn pulls her lips away from the woman, and spins around to see a camera trained on her for the second time this week.

Arryn: "You, motherfucker."

Woman: "Wh-who's that?"

"Just someone from where I work. Give me a few."

Arryn then flashes the cameraman one finger, which surprisingly isn't her middle one, and spins back around to kiss the woman she just met not even twenty minutes prior before heading off to record something else in regards to her debut match that she doesn't really seem to be stressing a whole lot.

Arryn: "Oh shit, Sterling Steal aired another promo, didn't he? Well, allow me a few seconds to gather my bearings."

She shakes her head wildly and slaps herself in the face a couple of times before looking directly into the lens of the camera once more.

Arryn: "Okay, let's do this.

Aww, that's cute. Little Sterling there got into a fight. Fucking grade A adorable, especially considering he probably thinks I'm supposed to be intimidated by his display of macho, alpha male stupidity. Or, that I should feel insulted because he insulted the city I was raised in. I'm not. Honestly, that's a pisspoor attempt at getting under someone's skin, but I shouldn't really expect much different from the man who's proven himself pisspoor at just about everything, should I?

Wait wait, he's talking to me like I'm the ten year old? The guy who walks down the side of the road, insulting the city he's in only because it's the birthplace of someone who obviously pissed him off is trying to lecture me like I'm the child? Maybe, if he really wants to find a ten year old, he should look back at this footage to catch his little fucking temper tantrum. Then again, I should really be remembering how much of a fucking idiot he is, and how he doesn't understand how insults work.

Let me talk to you like a ten year old here, Sterling: insults don't work when you fit the description better than the person you're insulting. I don't know how you made it this far in life not knowing that.

Oh, he didn't come here to wrestle women? Okay, I'm having a hard time figuring out why I should care. You're facing a woman this week you fucking moron, it really doesn't matter whether or not you wanted it to happen. It is. Deal with it, you whiny little cunt. Sheesh, why is it that every fuckin' Englishman is a whiny little shit?

And he doesn't want to fuck me? Oh no, whatever shall I do?! Why won't he love me?!

That was sarcasm, by the way.

He's back to complaining! This time about how all the competition he's faced so far has been shit. Is that somehow my fault? Of course it isn't, that's on you. Because apparently even after facing this shitty competition, you haven't impressed anyone to get better competition. Come on, this isn't rocket science, but keep on whining about it.

You cunt.

Right, now I have his permission to talk shit and play with my hair. You know, because I was waiting on baited breath for his approval. Wait, he went for the slut card! Wow, took ya long enough. Seriously, that's like an essential when you're facing a woman it seems because you know, sexual patterns totally dictate in ring ability. You really are XWF's Only True Idiot! Good on you!

I can't wait to make my point either Sterling.

Point being, you're a wannabe tough guy.

Keyword there, wannabe.

See you at your loss."

With that, she bows and waves the cameraman off as she goes back to what she hopes will end up being the relief for her sexual tension, as the scene fades to black.