Victoria: Paul. Can I help you?
Paul Priest: No, my dear. I think I can help you. I've been watching you. I noticed you aren't, ah, attached, to anyone. What's a pretty girl like yourself doing without a strong, handsome, dashing gentleman at your side?
Victoria: Oh god. Paul, I come here to work. I don't come here to date wrestlers. So unless you can help me get tomorrow's show all squared away, no, you can't help me.
Paul Priest: I'm just saying that you could have any wrestler you want. The best choice on this roster is right here and he's ready to take you to places you've only dreamed of.
[Victoria looks around.]
Victoria: You know what, Paul? You're right. I do need a strong, handsome man at my side. And you are right again. He's right here.
[Paul smirks and sidles up next to Victoria.]
Victoria: What are you doing? Not you, Paul. Him!
[Victoria points down the hall where a refreshment table is setup. Crawford is digging deep into a bowl of Doritos with one hand and a 2 liter bottle of soda in the other. He looks at Victoria and Paul Priest, takes a swig of soda and belches. Bits of Doritos fly out of his mouth.]
Crawford: Uh. Excuse me.
Paul Priest: This oaf! You've got to be kidding me!
[Paul storms off. Victoria walks up to Crawford, pats him on the arm.]
Victoria: Thanks, Crawford.
Crawford: Sure! Anytime! Uh... What did I do?
Victoria: Took care of a little problem for me. See you around!
[Victoria walks away. Crawford shrugs and continues his assault on the refreshments.]
