*Disclaimer* I only own Mandy. No one else. Don't sue me for uh, insanity, I suppose. Now just go read the story and review. J
Mandy stumbled around for a few minutes, trying to remember where she was even in the arena. She walked by two tall men, talking about poker and drinking beer. She nearly dived into the wall to hide from them.
"Why I heard about The Rock and Stacy."
"Damn man, her? She's got a tight little ass…"
Mandy slunk against the corner.
"Need help?"
She looked up. The other one, The Rock, was standing above her, his arm outstretched, her purse in hand. "My purse… oh you found it, thank you." She slowly took the purse from his hand and stayed in the corner.
"Don't you want to get up?" His arm was still outstretched.
She looked around cautiously. "I uhm… I guess so." She was easily pulled up and she smoothed her rumpled shirt. Clutching the purse tightly, she looked up at massive giant. Not to say that everyone wasn't a massive giant compared to her.
He grinned. "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Quite…" she whispered, trying to force her knees to keep her body up. He scared her and she didn't know why. He was overbearing and too well-spoken.
Laughing, he crossed his arms around his chest, then said, "Well just one thing to remember backstage…"
"Oh?" She asked, hoping he would give her a pointer on who to avoid, or maybe she just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.
"It doesn't matter what goes on backstage!"
She watched him go away. Mandy felt like just falling over or quitting the job. These wrestlers were insane to work with. Half of them were on drugs, and the other half spoke in coded catch-phrases. They were like mindless robots, told to go out, kill, then come back and smile. She shook her head. This wasn't what she had wanted at all.