Layla and Michelle emerged through the curtains, feeling the taste of victory from their latest tag team match on Friday Night SmackDown. On screen, they were looking cool and smug about their win but as soon as they were out of the crowd's sight, they were as giddy as school girls. They jumped around while hugging each other, not caring about the amused looks of the crewmembers backstage.
"Oh Lay, I'd hate to see us break up!"
"Real talk! I know this is cliché and all but, 'Chelle, what we have is flawless!"
"And I couldn't have said it better, Lay!"
They finally let go and flashed the biggest smiles at each other. Michelle put her hands on Layla's shoulders and said, "Listen, Lay. I got a little something I need to attend to. Meet you by the parking lot later, alright?"
"Alright, 'Chelle. And remember!"
They playfully pointed their fingers at each other and excitedly said in unison, "Stay flawless!"
Michelle gave her best friend a quick hug before parting ways. As the blonde half of Lay-Cool went off to one direction, Layla took the other way to head to the Women's Locker Room. She quickly entered through the door and was determined to get out of her ring gear immediately. As she slipped off her pants, she heard the door open and close but paid no mind to it. It was the Women's Locker Room, after all.
She turned beet-red when she heard a man with a heavy British accent tell her, "Last time I checked, it wasn't my birthday."
Layla scrambled to pull up her pants and turned around to find Wade Barrett's tall, towering figure leaning against the door. She wanted to slap the satisfied smirk off his face. The Layla Show wasn't free for everyone to see.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? This is the Women's Locker Room!"
Wade's face went from smug to pity, his one eyebrow still raised. He pointed at one of the shelves and asked, "And I suppose that's your Corre shirt, then?"
Layla glanced at the hung-up shirt and in an attempt to save her from embarrassment, she defiantly replied, "Why, yes. Yes, it is!"
She took the black Corre shirt and wore it with pride. It was multiple sizes too big for her but she didn't seem to mind. She put her hands on her hips and her nose in the air. Wade couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle lightly at her blunder. Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for her and showed her the way out.
He said coolly, "Run along now, Miss Layla."
Layla looked down on the floor, defeated. She crossed her arms and pouted her lips.
As she marched through the door, Wade followed up by saying, "You can keep the shirt, too. It looks great on you!"
He let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door of The Corre's locker room shut.