*disclaimer* I do not own any of the WWE superstars. Leave me alone, I have no money, nor do I make any off this. Whee. Read the story.
Mandy heard the scream again and she looked back. There was one woman with bright fiery red hair trying to kill someone. " Dear god…"
" You stupid slut! Look what you did with my hair!" The red-head screamed and threw the comb at the short blond woman.
" I'm sorry, Lita, you asked me…"
" I asked you to make my hair beautiful, NOT FUCKING UGLY LIKE YOURS!" Lita screeched and walked off. She screamed as she trampled by and started to mutter, " Stupid bitch has no idea what I want." She crashed into Mandy.
Mandy fell back on her hands and looked up, a little bit afraid of the taller woman. " I…"
Lita stopped, and her face softened. " Oh, where did you come from?"
" Uhm… I'm just a photographer… sorry, I was just…" Mandy tripped over her words and quickly shut her mouth. She was starting to babble.
Lita shrugged. " Bad day." She offered her hand to Mandy and helped her up. " I'm Lita."
" Mandy." She said quietly. " I… overheard you talking… your hair looks fine."
Lita laughed and shook her head. " Thanks, but it really looks like shit.
Mandy tightened her lips. If she agreed, she bet the woman would go off and start trying to kill her. Better not to. " I'm sorry… I have to go… I'm just a photographer here…"
Lita grinned. " Do whatever feels right. I have to go get ready for warm-ups." She said, gave one more menacing glare to the hairdresser and ran off.
Mandy watched her go. She had a feeling about that woman; she was something else, but she couldn't place her finger on what bothered her. Maybe it was her hyperactive violent temper, or the way her moods switched. Maybe it was because Mandy didn't like her vibes, either way, she was going to try to avoid her as much as possible. She looked around nervously. Where did she leave her purse?
A/N: to be continued really soon… go review… please… : ) - saphi