Dallas slammed the car door shut loudly, raking a hand through her hair.  She sighed, frustrated with the entire city by this point.  As she put her baseball hat on her head, she hurriedly crossed the street, fully aware that a car was speeding toward her at the time.

            It had taken her nearly half an hour to find a place to park.  The arena's parking lot had obviously been filled hours before, and she was not about to fork over money to park her car in one of those huge cement parking skyscrapers where she'd never been able to even find her car to begin with.  In fact, Dallas had to drive nearly halfway across the city to even park.

            She knew that the arena was at least ten streets over, but she could see the top of the massive building from where she was standing.  With her luck, it'd probably take her another half an hour to get to the doors of the arena, much less find anyone in it.  This definitely was not her night.

            Dallas kicked a beer bottle that someone had thrown out of their car window down the sidewalk.  She watched as the glass bottle clinked against a streetlight and cracked loudly.  Rolling her eyes, Dallas continued on her way toward the arena, not bothering to start kicking half of the now-broken bottle again. 

            A few minutes later, she approached the stoplight, which was now green, and hardly bothered to look for on-coming cars.  Dallas merely stepped off of the curb and began crossing the busy main street, speeding cars beeping their horns and speeding around her.  She flipped a man in an old blue station wagon off with a simple 'fuck you' look and hopped onto the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

            Nearly twenty minutes later, Dallas pulled the door in front of her open, breathing rather heavily.  She pulled the door closed behind her, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.  It had been quite cold outside, and Dallas had left her jacket in the car to begin with.  That had not been the brightest idea she'd ever had.

            "I just have to get this over with quickly," she said out loud, looking around her for an idea of which way she should start off with.  Shrugging, Dallas turned to her right and began to make her way down the long hallway in front of her.  This task she had ahead of her just might be easier than getting to the arena itself.

            As she walked down the hallway, Dallas paid special attention to the pieces of paper that had been taped to several of the wooden doors.  Each paper said a few different wrestlers' names on it, and that room would be where they changed and got ready for the night's show.  A few had most of the wrestlers on them, and Dallas realized that getting her victim alone would be a job in and off itself.

            Finally standing in front of the door that led to the room that had been assigned as the women's locker-room for the night, a smile spread across Dallas's face.  And, according to a passing crewmember, only one of the little 'divas' didn't have a match that night and was still in there.  Perfect.

            Dallas raised her fist to the door, ready to knock away and have the woman answer the door only to have her face busted in.  She pounded at the door a few times and leaned back slightly as she waited for the door to be opened for her. 

            Nearly two minutes went by, and Dallas, always the impatient one, was getting very aggravated very quickly.  She pressed her ear against the wooden door, trying to hear a sound or two coming from the other side.  As she did this, she didn't feel the other presence of another person come up to her from her left.

            Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder, and Dallas quickly snapped her head up, lifted her head away from the door, and turned around.  "Can I help you?" the person asked, flashing her a grin in the process.

            "Carlene" Dallas said, slightly annoyed, as she crossed her arms over her chest.  "Is she in there or not? I can't get the job done if she's not in the fucking room."

            Carlene smiled slightly, "oh yeah, she's in there.  Why, is she not answering the door or something?" she replied, jerking her head toward the door slightly.  With a frustrated sigh, Dallas nodded in reply.  "Kick the fucking thing in then, a door never got in your way before."

            Before Dallas could reply, Carlene patted her shoulder roughly and sauntered right by her and down the hallway.  Dallas shrugged, Carlene had been right, a door never did get in her way, and she certainly wouldn't let them start now.

            She lifted her foot and slammed it against the door.  Wham.  The door flew open, crashing against the wall on the opposite side and slanting slightly the wrong way.  Dallas smirked, that had been too easy.  "That wasn't much of a challenge," she muttered to herself.

            Stepping into the room, she quickly scanned around to see who, exactly, was in there to begin with.  No one.  Absolutely no one.  Dallas smashed her fist into the wall, angry as all hell.  She would not let this little tramp outsmart her, and, besides, she hadn't even known that Dallas had it out for her to begin with.  So, where was she?

            That's when Dallas realized that one of the showers in the adjoining room was running.  She smirked and walked over to one of the wooden benches.  Once her little victim came out, Dallas would be waiting for her.  She sat down and looked around the room.

            There were plenty of things she could use as a weapon, but Dallas figured she wouldn't need any, and if the bitch tried to grab one, she could easily break her hand.  There were chairs, bags, benches, and even the lockers themselves that could be used against her in the advance.  In fact, the entire room was a weapon just waiting to be used.

            Suddenly, the water stopped running.  Figuring the woman would take only a few minutes to get dressed, Dallas shifted her weight on the bench slightly, obviously trying to get at a better angle to stand up quickly.

            A few minutes went by, and Dallas heard footsteps coming toward her.  She was on her feet in half a second, tapping her foot softly on the tiled floor.  And that's when she saw the little 'diva' turn the corner and spot her.  She'd stopped dead in her tracks, eyeing Dallas very suspiciously.

            "Well, well, you took quite a long time in there.  I've been waiting for over ten minutes," Dallas paused, finally making eye contact with the other woman in the room, "Nora."