Criminal's Mind

The camera opens on The Criminal in a break area, changed into street clothes after his match and rubbing his temples. April Fame walks up with a mic.

Criminal: " Ms. Fame before you even start please note I have a headache, my entire body hurts, and I'm not exactly in the best mood." Criminal takes a swig from the flask sitting on the table next to him " Now please continue Ms. Fame."

April: " Ok, what are your views on the tournament and your match?"

Criminal: " We'll, I'm not going to complain about the match, I had Sancho pinned and beat but I admire Ramirez none the less for picking up the win. The tourney? Please, it's just a speed bump on my way to the title and the compititors are just pot holes. It all ends in that pretty little belt around my waist." Criminal takes a big gulp from the flask " Now please, leave me and Coronel Sanders to our drinking."

April: " Criminal are you drunk?"

Criminal: " No!..........well, ya. Vodka makes the pain hurt less, and that match hurt like hell."

April: " Oooookkkaaayyy, I'm leaving now."

Criminal: " Hey tell April she's hot!"

April: " I'm April."

Criminal: " Oh bloody hell."

Criminal passes out on the floor with the flask of vodka next to him.



(OOC: Criminal speaks that last line with a bad British accent.)