"I'm WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" Divas champion Haylie Trudel exclaimed.
She's in the GM's office once again, discussing what the fuck she's forced to do.
"Yeah, got a problem with that Trudel?" Alison asked.
"Uh yeah, I'm possibly going to get my head bald." Haylie replied, still pissed off as fucking ever.
"What's the big deal, you join a society or whatever its called now-a-days, you get your hair shaved off to show your support or something and you feel great about yourself afterwards, what's the problem?" Alison asked once again.
"What's the point in me joining that cult anyways, like I have no business in it." Haylie said.
"Yeah, you do have business in the 'cult'" Alison said.
"How exactly, how exactly do I business in this cult, tell me Alison." Haylie said.
"Well, always, after each and every Raw, I always see you drunk out of your mind, playing tonsil hockey with every single superstar one after another one and another, and I'm sick and tired of seeing you do that, so I think you joining this society would be good for you." Alison replied, which at the end, seeing my shocked face.
"I am not joining Alison." Haylie commented.
"Yeah you are Haylie, whether you like it not, your skinny Divas Title holding blond ass is joining that society." Alison said.
"And what if I don't?" Haylie asked, using her bitchy attitude.
"Well, I'm just going to make your life a living hell." Alison replied, before Haylie leaving her office.
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"What's wrong Haylie?" Asked her best friend since she debuted on Raw Sydney.
The duo of Divas were in the Divas locker room, Sydney was getting ready for the number one contenders match for Haylie's Divas Championship against the French Canadain Maryse…huh…two Canadains going at it for the Divas Championship…that should be an interesting match to watch, and…well…Haylie….she's getting ready to possibly get her head shaved…
"I'm forced to join the society and get my head shaved." Haylie replied. She doesn't have to say the actual name of it, Sydney knows it very well.
"Really?" Sydney asked. Haylie nodded sadly while going through her gym bag trying to find one of her hair elastics.
"Well, I'm going to feel bad for you." Sydney replied, patting her right hand, which the nails on it were painted black and neon blue, on Haylie's right shoulder.
"Really?" Haylie asked.
"Uh yeah, I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to be there whenever someone's head gets shaved." Sydney replied.
"And I'm making sure myself that my head gets shaved is not, I repeat, is not going to happen, and I, of course, is going to make sure of it." Haylie replied as she was using that hair elastic she finally found out of her gym bag and putting her hair in a pony tail with it.
"Well, in-case your head does get shaved bald, I'm here for you." Sydney said.
"Aww, thanks bestie, and by the way, good luck in your match against Maryse, I hope you win, and I actually do want to face you for the title." Haylie said.
"Thanks." Sydney said as she hugged me.