Oi, where's the food?

[ally]

A camera pans in to see none other than the Queen of Confrontation herself speaking frantically into her Blackberry.

Rachel: " No! Turn left, LEFT at 5th avenue....why are you at 21st?! No, fine...."
She begins pacing back and forth, in a stance very reminiscent of a charging bull. She twirls around to face the camera with an angry huff as a Burgundy F250 dives into a parking spot with a horrid screech.

Rachel runs, as fast as her heels can carry her, to the driver's side. The door slowly creeks open and stops just inches away from Rachel's nose, which was lifting as high as it could into the air.
Just then a frizzy head pops out and a groggy voice says:
" Eh, Rach? Could you... move your huffy butt to a vicinity in which this steel door won't slice your head off?"

Rachel stomps her left foot, slams the door, and backs away a reasonable distance. A small figure hopps out of the monstrous vehicle and makes it's way to Rachel. The figure is revealed to be a short blonde girl sporting a floppy top hat and a number of odd layered clothing items.

Ally : "Oi, where's the food? This is not Red Lobster!"

[Rachel]

Rachel rolls her eyes.

Rachel: Did you honestly think this was Red Lobster??? Does this LOOK like Red Lobster?? WHY do they call you The Prodigy??

Ally shrugs.

Ally: I thought they were being creative...

Rachel: Don't worry about food. I'll have that delivered to my dressing room...What's important is you're here! You're three hours late...but you're here just the same. Now, listen to me...We have some serious business to take care of here. I have my own...disgruntled persons to deal with at the moment...but you and I are going to tear up the tag team divison. You're lucky that you have more talent than any other female I've seen because looking like that...

Rachel looks her up and down in disgust.

Rachel: Is not going to get you the tag team belts or any other gold.

[ally]

Ally lets out an exhausted sigh and pokes her finger into Rachel's nose.

Ally: " Listen here, princess, if you even begin following up that critique....I will go find a Red Lobster and leave your royal ass here...maybe. Ahh, forget it. Now, who's on the This Person Seriously Needs The Crap Bludgeoned Out Of Them list?"

[Rachel]

Rachel's mouth snaps shut. Her eyes draw together and her lips form a thin line. Its obvious that she is disgusted. At last, she opens her mouth to speak...

Rachel: First and foremost on my list is G-Dawg. A man who has yet to show his cowardly face since Monday. That son of a bitch thought that I would just stand by and watch happily as he used my match for revenge on Szaban. Well, indeed, he thought wrong. Come Monday, I'm going to stomp his face into the mat and spray his blood all over the ring like it is my personal piece of artwork.

Ally: Rach...that big vein in your head? Yeah, that would be bouncing around on your forehead like a ping pong ball right about now...

Rachel ignores her and leans against the truck, inspecting her french manicured nails.

Rachel: After I am done with G-Dawg, I have....others to attend to...A few others, in-fact, in addition to whomever it is that you and I are set to go against.

Ally: Okay, the veins gone now...I think you're going to be alright.

Rachel rolls her eyes, a habit by this point.

Rachel: Yes, alright. Come on....Let's get you settled into my lockerroom.