The monitor in Kristen Stewart's dressing room hums to life as she tosses the remote control back on the couch. She was told by her manager that she should watch Taylor Swift's pre-fight video package. With an annoyed sigh, Stewart lounges back on the couch, kicks her feet up on the coffee table and focuses on the television screen. The video zooms down a long red carpet before settling on an ornate golden throne. "This bitch is so extra!" Kristen smirks. The over-the-top presentation is, of course, a staple of not only Swift's concerts, attire and ring entrances, but her pre-fight video packages as well.
Sitting upon the golden throne, garbed in an elegant red dress, is the Queen of Pop, Taylor Swift. A diamond-encrusted tiara sits on top of her blonde hair and her bold, red lips curl in an arrogant sneer. "People have been asking me if I'm nervous about facing..." Taylor's mouth twists in disgust, "Kristen Stewart." The leggy blonde retches just from uttering that name, "I must admit, I am nervous. I mean, who wouldn't be? Judging from her hair, her clothing and her overall appearance, Kristen clearly never bathes. I'm nervous that I may be knocked out by her stench alone! But...." Swift pauses, her sneer returning, "that's why I have a plan for that little twerp. By the end of the fight, you can all rest assured that your Queen will be standing tall. I will deliver Swift Justice upon that smelly, trashy, vampire bitch!"
The camera pans over to Victoria Justice, whom is also wearing a tiara and an elegant dress. "Kristin thinks I'm toady?!" Victoria hisses, "that's hilarious considering Kristen and her teammate, Emma Watson, are nothing but a pair of FREAKS! We've got a witch teaming up with a vampire. I mean, how dumb of a pairing is that?!" Justice scoffs, "Taylor and I are going to drive whatever is in that little black box straight through Kristen's tiny heart and if Emma tries to stop us, we're gonna burn her at the stake!"
The camera focuses back on Taylor. "Kristen, sweety, I do hope you bring your little toy with you because I'm gonna do you a favor. I actually feel bad that you have no curves whatsoever. So, after the match, I'm going to shove whatever is in that box so far up your ass that you'll have to have wider hips!" Taylor and Victoria giggle before the blonde turns back toward the camera. "Kristen, you will bow down to me." The camera zooms in for a close-up of Taylor's lips, "Oh, and AK, you're going to need a new client because when we're through with Kristin, she won't show her disgusting face in the CWF ever again!" The screen fades to black as the sound of Victoria and Taylor's cackling fades out.
