"Congratulations on another win Haylie." Michelle said as she and Haylie walked back to the locker room.
"Thanks." Haylie said.
"NNo problem, I just have a feeling that you're going to get a successful career in the WWE." Michelle said.
"Thank you." Haylie said as she walked inside her locker room and towards her gym bag, and got changed in a light blue halter top that pushed up her breasts, but didn't make her look like a slut, baggy white jeans and her black converse shoes. She took her hair out of the pony tail and ruffled it up with her hands and brushed parts of it with her hands. Once she saw what she had done to her hair in the mirror, she said, "That looks perfect," then went to sit on the bench, grabbed a magazine and started reading it.
Two minutes later, there was another knock on the door. "I swear if someone knocks on that door again I'm going to murder them." She muttered before saying, "What?"
"Did you forgot about the storyline or something blondy?" A oh so familiar voice said.
My God, I was planning on forgetting it thanks to you. Haylie thought as she put her magazine back into her gym bag, got up off the bench and walked out of her locker room.
"What's wrong with you?" Mike asked.
"Oh gee, it could be that I get stuck with two losers who think they could get any chick they want?" Haylie asked with a smile on her face.
"Great—we get a manager who likes to throw insults." John said.
"And I'm damn good at throwing insults." Haylie said as her and the duo of losers started walking to the gorilla position.
"So at least we know you were from Long Island." John said.
"And I'm guessing you'd watched my match?. Haylie asked.
.Actually yeah we did.. Mike said.
."Why?" Haylie asked.
"Can we just watch a match without a reason?" Mike asked.
"I guess." Haylie said.
"Well, could I just say you did awesome out there." Mike said as he'd placed his arm around Haylie's waist.
"Get you're arm off of me." Haylie said, thinking in her head Great, when the fuck is this over?