Speaking With Cecelia

[Noob]

After a spectacular showing from Cecelia, the fans wanted to know what she thought about the match. The green haired hostess Emerald rushed Cecelia backstage, accompanied by a small camera crew of course. It wouldn't be much of an interview if no one saw it after all. After catching her breath and receiving a slightly confused look from the winning wrestler, the questions commenced.

Emerald: "Woah! That was quite a finish! How’re ya feeling after your match?"

Cecelia: "Pssht. Honestly? Feeling good to have that past me. That annoying little pest far outstayed her welcome. But I can only hope she gets a much-needed wake-up call before she thinks she can take on the best around. I'm a bit sore, I will admit. She's better than she has any right to be. But I'm still better than her, and the fact she had to be carried out on stretchers should stand as proof of that. She's a loser and I don't have time for losers, so I'm not going to bother dwelling on her. I'm ready for the next round. And I'm going to take down anyone in my way."

Emerald: "Well I'm sure that's a lot easier said than done. What do ya think is the biggest challenge you face with these matches?"

Cecelia: "Really? Really. Why don't you ask me that when I haven't faced a 100 pound weakling? The only reason it wasn't over in five minutes was because the brat got lucky. Once things worked out? Yeah, challenge my ass."

Emerald: "Hmm I guess. Think the next match is gonna be like this one was? What do you think the crowd can expect from you next match?"

Cecelia: "This crowd saw what I'm willing to do with this match. Everyone in the arena, and everyone watching at home, they know that I care about winning, and I don't care what I have to do to get there. Frankly, as soon as she brought a chair into the ring, she spelled her own doom. The shit I've seen on the indies, chairs are nothing. I've beaten bitches down with far worse. But they didn't get a good look at what I can do. I've heard people talking about how they don't believe me when I talk about my holds, because I didn't get to use them much in that match. If anyone still thinks that...well, first of all, you clearly didn't see how I dealt with Anna Holmes. But you'll definitely see what I can do, come the next match. You'll all see that I'm not just some mindless brute. And the rest of you...Soledad, Chigusa...and you, Ducky...if you're unlucky enough to face me, you're going to fear it."

Emerald: "Oooo intimidating! Have anything else to say to your next opponent?"

Cecelia: "Soledad Vega, is it? I've heard a few things. A street fighter. I can respect that. I know she's going to be made of tougher stuff than that blue haired bitch, anyway. Certainly seemed like it when I saw her take out Bianca. Anyone who can stand up against a heavyweight must have something going for them, especially when they can take a mule kick to the face. But that's not to say I respect her. She's still another opponent, and another obstacle - and I have no plans for her other than to put her where she belongs, beneath my feet. So, Sola, if you're listening to this...well, you can't run, so don't bother trying. And you don't need to lay down and let me walk over you, either, because I don't need the help. You're my ticket to the finals, and you're going down."

And with that Cecelia was off