The roadies couldn't stomach him.
The regular staff hated him.
Management tolerated him.
She lusted him.
She made her way aroundthe throng of people standing transfixed in front of the television in catering. Plates of vegetables and sandwiches being ignored in the hands of their owners. Kevin Owens and Shane McMahon were fullyengaged ina death defying
fight to the finishhigh atop asteel cell in the heart of the arena. She had just witnesseda yellow flash,otherwise known as Sami Zayn,race through the room towards gorilla.
She had no interest in joining the stunned onlookers. Or to even try and figure out why Sami was in such a rush. After all, it would be revealed soon.
Hopefully, she mused, by that time, she would be otherwise busy.
Her mind, and unfortunately, her soul and nether region,were laser focused on his days ago offer of a "real man". Initially, she was put off by hisgrotesque display of narcissism. She had left him standing on the ramp with his mouth
open; speechless at therejection.
"Ewww. You are so gross." Carmella said, as she grabbed her shoulder and steered her away from the exchange andup the ramp.
"Yuck!" She continued, finger in her mouth mimicking a gagging sound, whilestopping dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened with alarmwhen she saw her friend staring lustfullyat him walking towards the ring.
"You aren't actually thinking of doing that, are you?" Carmella asked her flipping her golden hair to the side.
"It's been a while, Mella...and I'm lonely." She replied in a hushed tone.
Carmella slapped her hand to her forehead in disgust.
