Nikki slammed into her hotel room and threw her bags on the bed. She was steaming. "Big dumb jerk" she muttered under her breath. Men they were all the same a big mass of male testosterone that could walk and talk. And in that jerks case he could barely do that. Calling me a little girl she thought angrily. She should have kicked him in the nuts. She went about setting up the bathroom as a dark room getting her chemicals and trays out and setting everything up. She spent the rest of the afternoon developing pictures. She got done and looked at the time. It was 2:00pm she had time for a little nap. She set the alarm clock for 4:00 and laid down on the bed and promptly fell asleep.
Mark headed to the cafeteria for some food. He grabbed a sandwich and went over to set with Glen. "Calm down yet Mark?" Glen asked. Mark snorted. "Yea until I see that bitch again." Mark said. "Look we don't know that much about her, just what you read in the papers. Just give her a chance she might be okay." Glen said. "Are you nuts? She proved what everyone says about her today. She's a little stuck up bitch." Mark said. Glen sighed. Mark was stubborn. "Well I'm going to form my own opinion." Glen said. "Well you do that Glen, but you'll find out the same thing everybody else already knows. She's a brat." Mark said. Glen just shook his head. That girl had made an enemy today he thought.
"No daddy don't go." Nikki cried in her sleep. She tossed and turned in the grips of another bad dream. Nikki sat upright in bed sweating. She threw her legs over the side of the bed putting her feet on the floor. Damn the dreams she thought. It's a wonder she could function on the small amount of sleep she actually got. She got up and went and took a shower. She sighed as the hot water ran over her body. She relaxed and tried to clear her mind of the bad dream. She really needed to get to know one of the wrestlers so she could ask about all the wrestlers get some information maybe get a lead on who her dad was. All this work could be avoided if her mother would simply tell her, but she had asked her any number of time and her mother wasn't about to budge. She got out of the shower and dried off. She put on black jeans and a black tank top. It showed off the tattoo on her shoulder. It was a black heart that was broke with black tears dripping from it. She had got it when she had turned 18. It represented the day her daddy had left her. She also had a dragon high on her left arm its tail wrapping its way half way down her arm. She had seen it and liked it. He mother had about passed out when she seen them ranting and raving for days. "It's that trashy blood from your father." Her mother had muttered. Nikki had laughed she loved to drive Monica crazy whenever she could. She put her hair in a pony tail and pulled on a black baseball cap that said 'I am what I am'. She grabbed her camera case with her extra cameras and film and went and got the envelope with the pictures she had developed earlier. She grabbed her keys and headed to the arena.
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Chris Jericho, Glen and Mark were sitting in the ring talking about there matches that night. "Hey I hear that new photographer is hot." Jeff said. Mark laughed. "Save your self the trouble boy. She will chew you up and spit you out." Mark said. Mark told the guys what had happened earlier today. "Well she just don't like you Mark. She might like me." Jeff said. "Yea and she's loaded. I would love to get a hold of a rich chic like that." Matt said. "There aint enough money in the world to have to deal with that bitch." Mark said. Glen shook his head and walked off. It must be hard for Nikki being famous and everybody having preconceived ideas about her he thought. Mark watched Glen go. He knew that Glen thought he was being a jerk about the girl, but Glen had a soft spot for everyone, especially lost causes and that girl was definitely a lost cause Mark thought.
Nikki had dropped the pictures off to Vince he had loved them. He also gave her a list of wrestlers he wanted her to take individual photo shoots of next week. She scanned the list. Jeff hardy, Glen Jacobs, Triple H, The Dudley boys and Mark Callaway. Oh great she thought she had to deal with that idiot. She sighed it was her job as long as he didn't fuck with her everything would be fine. She sat down on the floor in the hallway to load her cameras. "Hey there." Someone said. She looked up and seen it was one of the giants from the incident earlier. The quite one. "I'm Glen Jacobs, Uhh Kane." He said. Nikki looked at him for a long moment. He had gentle look about him not that you could trust that all men were predators given the chance, but she did need some information and he could prove useful. "Hello I'm Nikki." She said reaching up to shake his hand. Glen looked at the tats she had. He loved the dragon it was awesome. Nikki noted he had a wedding ring on. Good she thought she didn't want him getting no ideas. "Glen I was wondering if you could tell me about some of the wrestlers there gimmicks stuff like that." She asked. "Sure you want to go to the cafeteria and get some coffee?" Glen asked. "Sure." She gathered up her stuff and followed Glen.