After Dallas had slammed her car door shut as loudly as she possibly could, she swore under her breath and grabbed the steering wheel tightly.  She rested her head on top of the wheel between her two hands, continuing to swear softly to herself.  "Shit, shit, shit" she mumbled, stomping one of her feet onto the floor of the car.  It had all been going just as she had planned, and then she had to skip right into someone.  Literally. 

            If Nora ever told anyone, Dallas would be in deep trouble.  Then again, maybe, possibly, the man that had grabbed her to keep her from falling flat on her back hadn't seen her face.  But, how many people didn't look down when they tried to help someone keep their balance? Not many that Dallas could think of.  Yes, she'd be in some big trouble with many people.

            Carlene would have her head for screwing this up, and possibly getting her into some trouble as well, and that would not be a good thing.  Dallas might have been an expert on some things, but taming Carlene's angry wrath was not one of her specialties.  And, if anything ever went wrong in this plan, Dallas just might lose her best friend.  That was something she didn't want happening.

            Dallas lifted her head off of the steering wheel, and formed her hands into fists.  She slammed her fists down on the top of the steering wheel, and looked angrily out the window.  There was no way that she'd let Nora even have the chance to ruin any part of her life.  Nora would have a serious price to pay if she tried, and she was already lined up for a very bad reality check from Dallas later on. 

            In fact, Dallas then decided that she had nothing to worry about.  If the little 'diva' knew what was good for her, she'd stay out of Dallas' business and continue on with her life until she was taught a lesson.  And, if she tried in anyway to blow Dallas' cover, there would be hell to pay, and Dallas was sure that she could easily make her pay up her debt.  She no longer had anything to worry about.  Or so she hoped.

            She started the car with a twist of the key, and quickly backed out of the spot that she had to parallel park in to begin with.  Dallas shifted the car into drive and pushed her foot down on the gas, switching on the radio as she did so.  She grabbed the volume dial between her index and middle finger, twirled it around, and raised the volume louder than it had been put on. 

            As she came to a stop at a red light, Dallas flicked on her right turn blinker.  She pushed the scan button on the radio, and waited to hear either a relatively good song to come on or for the light to change to green so she could get back to the hotel.  Drumming her fingers anxiously over the top of the steering wheel, Dallas chewed her button lip lightly and looked across the road at the other cars waiting in line to get a move on.  "Come on, come on.  Change" she muttered to herself, her eyes flicking back to the light that was suspended above the tar.

            Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bright red light disappeared and was replaced with a shining green one.  That was Dallas' cue.  She pressed her foot on the pedal, spun the steering wheel tightly and evenly, and turned onto the highway ramp.  As she came to the merge, Dallas nearly took out the front bumper of another car as she swerved into the far left lane.  And, when the man pressed down roughly on the horn, she merely flipped him off with one hand and ran a finger through her long hair with the other.

            "I've had enough problems today buddy, don't mess around with me" she said, aiming the statement to the man in the car she had nearly hit, but ended up only hearing it herself.  Dallas knew that talking to someone in another car was entirely senile, but just hearing it made it seem like the whole thing wouldn't have been her own fault had there been an accident to begin with.  Besides, she had nothing to worry about in that field because there had not been a collision.  If there had been, that would have just been the cherry on the top of the sundae she had made herself of trouble for the day.

            All she wanted to do now was get back to the hotel.  All she needed to do was get back to the hotel.  She needed to have some sort of a hideout from the world at that point.  And the hotel would make a perfect fort if anyone tried to come after her because of the day's events.  The hotel was where she needed to get to.  And it was a full ten-minute drive away, even if she pushed her car to the limit on the highway.

            Suddenly, her concentration on getting to the hotel was drawn toward the shrill ringing of, well, something.  Dallas frantically looked around the car, her eyes finally falling upon her small purse that had been carelessly tossed onto the passenger seat.  With one hand, she continued to steer the car, and with the other she rummaged through her purse.  Pulling out the small silver cell phone, Dallas flipped it open and pressed it to her ear, answering it on the fifth ring.

            "What?" Dallas greeted the person on the other end just as she saw fit, which was quite rudely.  She didn't have the time to have a long, drawn-out conversation to begin with, and she'd probably end up listening to some insane person ramble on the other end for hours anyway.

            Dallas waited a minute, and was about to hang up when a voice on the other line finally spoke up.  "Dallas, my girl, you do not know how to answer the phone.  I need to get you some lessons."  It was Carlene.  And she hardly sounded upset.  Maybe that little slut hadn't said anything after all.  Well, there was always that chance to hope anyway.

            She sighed with relief, "sorry, I'm not really focusing on answering my phone the right way" Dallas replied, smiling slightly at the realization that she actually wasn't in any deep trouble for the time being.  "But anyway, what can I do for you? I already gave the little whore a nice bruise or two, what else can you have me up to now?"

            On the other end, Carlene laughed lightly.  "Not much, actually.  I was just wondering why you were fixated on getting out of here so fast.  You could've just stayed in my locker room until we had to leave, the Champ gets her own room now, don't you know."  It was obvious that Carlene was boasting, but Dallas let her friend have the spotlight for a little while.

            "Yeah, well I didn't want to get my ass found if anyone did happen to tell" Dallas replied, switching lanes when she saw that the exit to the hotel would be coming up in less than a mile.  "But anyway, the show will be over in less than an hour, and we'll go out for a drink or two when you get back to the hotel."

            A long pause had to be waited out before Carlene decided to answer; "Alright, that sounds good to me.  Mind if I bring a few of the guys along? They'd love the invite to go out and drink some."  Again, Carlene laughed a little but then quieted down after a few moments of short laughter.

            Dallas nodded to herself then replied, "Sounds good to me, let's just make sure they're people who wouldn't know my name again if it hit them over the head with a sledge hammer, got me?"

            "Don't worry, the guys that'll decide to tag along will all be numbskulls to begin with.  And like the wrestling would have helped their brain cells any" Carlene answered.  This time it was Dallas who laughed.  "Well, I've got to get going.  On in five, you know? I'll catch you in a bit."

            With that said, both hung up.  Dallas sighed, a bit happy to have something planned for the long night ahead.  She turned off the highway, now the hotel was only two minutes away.  Then she began to wonder who Carlene would decide to invite, she just hoped it was none of those petty little princesses that pranced around backstage in outfits that Dallas would never be caught dead wearing.