*Trixie is backstage at catering getting bottles of water for Scotty Paris. As she turns around, she is standing face to face with new NRWL wrestler, Paul Priest.*
Trixie: Uh, excuse me?
Paul Priest: Hold on there, baby. What's the rush?
Trixie: Are you serious? Sorry. You aren't my type, Fabio.
PP: Fabio? Oh, no no. You've got that wrong. My name, you ask?
Trixie: I didn't.
PP: My name, is Paul Priest. I'm the man other men wish they could be and the women wish they could be with. Now I'm here in the NRWL and that makes you a very lucky lady. Not that I can look any better than I already do but having you at my side, well, that'll just be blindingly beautiful.
Trixie: Paul, is it? Paul. Welcome to the NRWL. You've got a lot to learn.
*Trixie walks off. Paul watches her and smirks.*
PP: She's not too bad from behind either. Nice. Very nice...
