Handling things on my own were easier said than done though. When I got to the arena for the next show I felt like there were eyes watching me everywhere I went. It was a completely unpleasant and paranoid feeling but I couldn't shake it no matter how hard I tried. What I couldn't figure out though whether it was Tamina being stalkerish again or Michelle and Layla planning something. I wanted to keep stopping to look around but I didn't want to show how bothered I was so I just kept acting like nothing was wrong. I talked to Tyson and David about our six person tag match against Tamina and the Usos and then spent the rest of the time talking to just about anyone I could just so I wouldn't have to be on my own. The prickly feeling in my stomach told me that being alone wasn't the wisest of choices at the moment. But despite my efforts, I eventually had to go to the bathroom, which left me all alone. Everything was fine until I started to wash my hands and then I heard someone come in. I looked up and barely repressed my groan when I saw Michelle and Layla's reflection in the mirror. "What do you two want?"

They both put their hands up, trying their best to play innocent. "We just want to talk," Michelle told me. Her montone voice was supposed to be soothing but to me it just came off as her playing up her Southern accent. "You don't need to get all cranky on us."

"Yeah," Layla chimed in. She was maybe a slightly more convincing actress than Michelle was but I wasn't buying it. "Look, we feel really bad about how things have been going between us lately. And we just want to say we're sorry."

"Yeah, we're really sorry," Michelle said, nodding earnestly. "We don't want there to be any bad blood between us. That's not the way to go about things. That's just going to create all this tension and things will be weird-"

"In case you two haven't noticed, there's tension between you and like EVERYONE else in the locker room," I pointed out. "You treat EVERYONE like shit. You completely feed off being snot nosed bitches-"

"Hey hey hey that's harsh now," Michelle said, trying to interrupt.

"Well you do," I said bluntly. "You two are the rudest, most immature people I have ever come across-and believe me, with the people I've met, that's saying something. Now why on earth would I believe anything you're saying right now? I mean seriously. Could you give me any reason I could possibly have to trust you?"

They exchanged looks. They clearly didn't have one. They were really expecting me to buy their line of bullshit. "Look, I don't want to have to deal with this. You leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. How's that sound?" I gave them a few moments to answer and when they didn't say anything I just rolled my eyes and pushed past them. "Just think about it. It's a remarkably simple concept." I left the room, hoping that they would go with what I said. That would make things so much simpler if they did. But I had this bad feeling that this wasn't over yet and I couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard I tried.

…

The tag match went well. It was a house show so we were allowed to have all kinds of fun and the match ended with me, David and Tyson locking Tamina, Jey and Jimmy in sharpshooters and having them tap at the same time. After the match was over we walked all around ringside, interacting with the fans and taking pictures. Generally speaking, we all had the most fun with house shows. It wasn't like any of the pay per views or Raw or Smackdown. We could be completely relaxed and have as much fun as we wanted. The guys all took advantage of it by having some of the most ridiculous dance contests that they possibly could and us girls actually got a chance to put on decent length matches that we normally didn't always get to do on Raw and Smackdown.

Once we were done playing up to the crowd we went back through the curtain, where Kofi and Miz were waiting to go out for their match. "You know, I don't think those boys in the crowd truly appreciated all those kisses you were giving them," Miz declared. "I think you need to give one to someone who really will appreciate it."

I smirked, knowing full well what he was getting at. "You're right. I should." I grabbed Kofi and pulled him down so I could give him a peck on the cheek. "There you go buddy."

Kofi grinned while Miz made a loud objecting noise. "Thanks Nattie."

"No! Not HIM!" Miz shoved Kofi out of the way and glared at me for laughing at him. "I meant ME! You should give ME a kiss!"

"And whyyyy would I want to do that?"

"Because I want one."

"And you're suddenly five years old now?" I couldn't stop laughing at him as he huffed angrily. He had his face scrunched up in a pout and he looked ready to start stomping his foot or throw himself down on the floor in a temper tantrum.

"Would you just PLEASE humor me?" He offered me up his cheek and closed his eyes. "Right here babe, come on. Your lips will never know such awesomeness ever again."

I rolled my eyes and then looked at Tyson. He smirked and grabbed Miz by the shoulders before planting the biggest, wettest, sloppiest kiss that he could on Miz's cheek. Miz's eyes snapped opened and he stared at Tyson in shock before yanking himself away and desperately wiping his cheek off.

"Ew ew ew ew ew! What the FUCK man?"

"Merry Christmas bitch," Tyson replied.

Kofi, David and I all started laughing, nearly ready to pee ourselves when Gail came running up to us. "Nattie!" She grabbed my hand to get my attention since I still hadn't calmed back down. "Nattie come here. You gotta see this."

"What?" I asked as I tried to regain my breath.

"Just come here." She began to drag me along, ignoring my questions as she went. She took me all the way outside and pointed to one of the rain puddles that had formed after this morning's thunderstorm. "Look."

I looked and my jaw dropped. All the stuff that was in my bag was now in that dirty muddy puddle. All my clothes, my spare gear, everything. "Are you kidding me?" I grabbed a hold of some of my hair and pulled on it. "Seriously? Fucking seriously?"

"I saw Michelle and Layla coming in from outside," Gail told me. "They looked really smug about something so I went out here and found this."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. My hands were starting to shake I was so pissed. I should have prepared better for something like this. I shouldn't have thought for one single second they could leave well enough alone. Now all my stuff was either filthy or completely ruined. "I'm going to KILL them," I growled. I started to go back into the arena when Gail grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"You can't go in there looking for a fight," she told me, trying to play the voice of reason. "That's what they want from you. They want you to get pissed off enough to do something completely stupid."

"Ohhh what I'm planning is not stupid. It's VERY well needed." I tried to pull away from her so I could go inside but she refused to let me go.

"I know it's needed but do you realize what could happen if you do it? Nattie please, you HAVE to calm down. We need to go to someone and report this."

"Oh come on Gail. You know that won't do shit."

"And throttling them won't do anything but get you suspended-or worse."

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew she was right. I couldn't do half of what I wanted to do to Michelle or Layla. Vince wasn't one to put up with backstage fights and given Michelle's position as Taker's girlfriend, she had a political advantage that I didn't. However, I wasn't going to go to anyone or let this go unpunished. I was going to get them for this. "What car did they come in?"

Gail frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Michelle and Layla. What car did they come in?"

"Um…" Gail looked around the parking lot with a furrowed brows. "Let's see…that one!"

"Fucking sweet." I took a good look at it before going back inside and hunting down a box cutter. Once I had one, I went back outside and went over to their car, slashing up all four tires. Gail watched me do it, putting her hand over her mouth and laughing into it. "That's great," she told me. "You don't think they'll know it's you that did it?"

I shrugged. "I don't care really. I put the box cutter in my pocket and started gathering up my stuff. "I really really don't care."