(Lizzy Livs is flipping through a tabloid magazine. She looks annoyed with a pair of sunglasses that is clearly hiding her eyes. She tips them down a bit and looks up at the camera)
Ugh. This again. Yeah, I get it. I lost to Aurora. Fine. Whatever. She made me tap out, I had no choice! She was going to injure me! She knows it. You all know it. Whatever.
(Lizzy angrily throws the magazine down onto the table next to her)
It is time to focus on what is going on now. It looks like the nameless girl I beat back in Pensacola is gone already, already dropping like flies. Speaking of flies... I am matched up again some dude named Tom? Really... Tom? Well he and I both have something in common... we made out exit from the Prestige tournament two weeks ago. I guess it is up to me to show that my loss was nothing more than a fluke. Taking out some California boy? Sure. Why not. I'll make light work of him.