<We find ourselves passing through a corridor backstage and approaching a locker room with a slightly-open door. Inside, women's voices can be heard...>Woman: No,
left, right, uppercut, then move in for the lock-up. Try it...
<As we come close enough to peer into the open door, we see Sweet Marlene in her ring gear sparring with Meeko in a pink track suit...>Meeko: Much better. So what did Paragon say when you asked for the match?
Sweet Marlene: He just wanted to know why I was doing it.
Meeko: And what did you tell him?
SM: The truth - our boys are hurt, and this is as close as I can come at this point to getting back at the West Side Rollers.
Meeko: Fair enough. I
do hope you know what you're up against tonight, though.
Right jab,
then leg sweep...
SM: Right jab... Yeah, Schwartz has a lot more ring time than I do. But I'm counting on that, to be honest.
Meeko: Oh?
SM: She
thinks she knows what's coming.
Meeko: Good enough for me. I just hope the
postmatch goes off as well as I want it to.
Watch for her to unload from this angle...
SM: You do your job, I'll do mine, the boys will do theirs. But I have to admit I don't know if it's gonna do much more than bump the West Side Rollers a little higher up the list.
Meeko: 
The
list?SM: I'm sure you've noticed. We've accumulated quite a little
shopping list of people we need to settle the score with.
Meeko: It's a shopping list all right... but don't worry - there'll be someone coming along to pick up the
groceries.
Left, onto the ropes... and the rest is history.
SM: That's a good move. If they ever bring the women's tag titles back, do you think...?
Meeko: Count on it.
Let's get you through tonight's match first, and then we'll go from there...
