*While certainly not what she would consider an average night, Gail was teeming with her usual confidence and ire nonetheless, looking to make a statement with a potential victory tonight against someone named Peggy McIntyre. She had been tossed into an I quit match, something that she considered her specialty, and something Gail would never decline. The name rang a bell for the rockstar, so she decided to do a bit of digging and discovered that her Gem Sister, Tess, had somehow managed to lose to her. This realization only led to the miniature monsoon to despising her even further, and as she stomped through the hallway towards the opaque curtain, her mind began to race with a plethora of sordid thoughts regarding how she would torture this ginger bitch.*
"I'll send her out of the ring in a stretcher, I promise Tess." *She gently whispered to herself while approaching her destination. The anxiety was slowly beginning to encroach upon her, but despite this she maintained her aggressive demeanor and burst onto the scene, hearing her theme music drop and the audience begin to jeer her very existence.*
*In an instant, Gail's tentativeness and apprehension completely dissipated and they were instantaneously replaced by her trademark vitriol and venom as she hissed towards her disgusted audience.*
"You'll be sorry for this! I'm going to tear this girl's head off and shove it down her throat!" *As she marched towards the vacant arena, rolling her neck in a clockwise motion to try and get herself limbered up. As soon as she reached the ropes, Gail slipped her svelte form through the center opening, plopping herself down atop the middle turnbuckle with a vexed expression present.*
"Alright, let's get this shitshow on the road."