"Another boring day." Angel slowly whispered as she stared down her bedroom
window. She could see her playful little neighbors playing on the other
side of the fence with their dog Giddy. She had just recently graduated
from college and was looking for a job to fit her lifestyle. She closed her
eyes and breathed very deeply. "Where on earth will I get a decent job..?"
she desperately asked herself. Angel then stepped across her room and sat
down on the chair beside her desk. She picks up the beautifully framed
picture of her mom and herself. "Mom's in the hospital, my dad's in jail,
my brother's abroad, and I'm stuck here without a job." she mumbled. She
shed a few tears as she placed the framed picture back to its original
place. "Mom needs money for her hospital bills and I've got no clue to
where I'm gonna get money. I'm hopeless." she said.
Her thoughts were cut short as she glanced at her wall clock. She looked to the opposite side of her room and glanced at her calendar. She ran to her bed's side table and picked up her cellphone. She quickly pressed away to the 'Calendar.' Her eyes suddenly widened. "Five PM. April one. Live airing of Smackdown today!" she screamed. She hastily plopped onto her bed and turned on the television. She pressed the channel button as fast as she could until it reached UPN where the opening video of Smackdown was playing. She gave out a large sigh and smiled. "I'm just in time." Angel yelled.
Angelique Nicole Fendell was her name. This bubbly eighteen-year-old teen has graduated at a very early age, probably because of her acceleration from third year high school to first year college before. Wrestling has played an important role in her life-when she was still at a young age of five, she would sit on the floor of their living room with her dad and watch wrestling. Hulk Hogan was the first wrestler she has ever known, and until now she still remembers him. When she was seven years old she wrestled any guy to the ground who made fun of her, but later on apologizes and makes friends with whoever he is. Her hair was long and ever so straight in a chocolate-brown shade. Her eyes were just as brown, and her beauty is undeniable. She has never entered with any serious relationship with any guy with his father's protection, which caused his father's confinement.
"Welcome to Smackdown!" announcer Tazz said. Angel leaped, blushed, and tried to restrain herself. 'First show of the season and I get to watch it live..!' she thought. 'Thank you Brad!' she continued. Brad was one of Angel's best friends, and also the one who ordered a live broadcast of wrestling shows for her; he was paying. "A new season, a new show; Smackdown is reborn!" Tazz continued. He patted the back of his fellow announcer, Michael Cole.
"And what better way to start it with an announcement from our General Manager, Stephanie McMahon!" Michael Cole yelled. Not a second later, Stephanie's entrance music began to play as she walks down the flickering isle wearing her sexy black halter-neck top and skirt. Cheers of fans echoed throughout the arena. Stephanie entered the ring and smiled at everyone waving signs in the air. A Smackdown worker handed a microphone to Stephanie and the entrance music, as well as the loud cheers of the fans, stopped.
"Just like Tazz said, welcome to Smackdown!" Stephanie yelled. The crowed cheered; this made Stephanie giggle. "Since this is the new season of Smackdown, the Championships will be reset, and new matches to be made!" she continued. The fans cheered and were now on their feet. "We will now be adding Inter-Gender Tag-Team matches and Women's Championship matches for our alluring divas! We will settle one Championship match tonight; the first ever in Smackdown history; The Women's Championship! As to start of tonight's show; let us call out the first two competitors for the new season; Bradshaw and Danny Basham!" Stephanie yelled as she joined Tazz and Michael Cole in the announcer's table.
A few moments later the APA's entrance music started to play, and not a moment later out came Bradshaw with a big smile on his face. He dashed to the ring and grabbed a microphone. "It's an honor to be involved in the first match. I'm gonna kick Danny's ass tooonight!" Bradshaw yelled as she signaled a thank you sign to Stephanie. Minutes later Danny Basham entered the ring and the match started.
"Everyone, we will now witness the first match of the new season! And Stephanie, it is an honor for us to be with you in the announcer's table," Tazz said. Stephanie replied with a smile. "Now Steph, I've just heard that you got married to Triple H recently. How did it make you feel?" Michael Cole asked.
"Well Mike, I feel very happy about it. But I don't feel too good since I had to hurt another one's feelings in the process." Stephanie said. "But don't worry about me, I'm fine." Stephanie continued.
"The Clothesline from Hell connects from Bradshaw! Will this be the end of this match?" Tazz yelled. "And it's one. two. three!! Bradshaw is the winner!!" Cole screamed as Bradshaw stood victorious.
"Yeah, Go Bradshaw!" Angel screamed. After that a commercial took place.
'We are searching for new divas,' the commercial said. 'Take this once-in-a- lifetime chance to work in the WWE! We are looking for a beautiful maiden not any younger than eighteen with long hair, fine body and innocent disposition. This is exclusive for all New Yorkers! Rush downtown to this address for screening. Only one slot is available, so hurry!' it said.
Something suddenly came into Angel's mind. "I'm eighteen, I guess my face isn't that ugly, my body has enough curves, and I guess I'm innocent- looking." she thought. "Oh bother! Let them decide! I need to get a job somehow!" she yelled. She dashed to her closet and picked out her favorite attire; her loose white sweater, short Japanese-School-Girl type of skirt, long baggy socks and sneakers. She quickly dressed up and combed her hair. To make the final touches to herself, she clipped her hair and grabbed her dark-colored backpack on the way out. She called for a cab and jumped in. "To this address please," she said as she handed the small piece of paper to the cab driver.
The driver looked at it closely and looked back at Angel. "Are you going to audition for the new diva? Aren't you Angelique Fendell?" he asked Angel. Angel nodded. The cab driver smiled and tossed her his black baggy baseball cap. "You don't recognize your own uncle! It's me, Uncle Henry," the driver said. Angel quickly recognized him and was trying to apologize for not noticing earlier. "No, no. no need to apologize. Wear that cap when the pictorial is taking place. You look cute; everything the WWE is looking for!" he said. Angel blushed and smiled. Both of them drove off downtown.
"This is the place! Good luck, Angel. I'll be waiting out here to pick you up in a few hours." Uncle Henry said as he bid Angel goodbye.
Angel entered the building and spotted a woman behind a counter with a WWE logo on her shirt. "Uhm. excuse me miss. I'm here to audition for the new diva. Where is the audition venue?" she asked. The woman looked at her from head to toe and removed her glasses. She smiled. The woman then handed Angel an application form. Angel filled out the form from start to finish.
"You're the one with the simplest outfit among the applicants," she said. Angel blushed and thought if it was a bad thing. "That's good. All the applicants wore very daring outfits, and we're not looking for those. Come, I'll show you the venue," the lady said walking out of the counter to the right side of the building. She followed and looked at her surroundings as well. She had spotted a few famous wrestlers reading their scripts; The Undertaker, Farooq, Torrie Wilson, and even Brock Lesnar. "Here, deary. Just wait in the waiting room with the other applicants," the lady said as she softly pushed Angel into the waiting room and closed the door.
The lady was right; she was the ONLY one who wore a simple outfit. One applicant wore a see-though shirt with a bikini and a thong underneath, one wore a cat costume, and one wore the smallest shirt and skirt she had ever seen. She slowly sat down as everyone looked and gossiped about her. "She looks so stupid," she heard from one side. "She won't stand a chance against us," she heard from another.
"Next please," a WWE worker yelled in the waiting room accompanied by a crying applicant. She wasn't chosen and was immediately eliminated. "Serves her right for wearing that stupid outfit," an applicant said from Angel's back.
"Could you guys just quit all this gossiping?!" Angel yelled. The applicants just stared at her.
"Oh, you think you're all that, huh?" the woman said standing up to her. "Well, let's see what you got. Nobody's been chosen yet. Go on, and don't be such a loser when you come out," the woman said.
Angel didn't want to back out on such a stupid threat and went inside the audition room. The second she entered, she blushed and suddenly became nervous. There were half a dozen photographers, Vince McMahon, Kurt Angle and John Cena. A worker went closer to her and took her application form. He skimmed through the form. "Welcome to the audition room," he said as he looked at her from head to foot. "I'm glad to see you in something simple. The others came here in dirty outfits. too dirty. And we don't want that," he continued. He pulled out a sketch from his portfolio and handed it to her. "You need to pose like this, and try to act your own personality. There will be a hair-drift effect; meaning we will be letting your hair drift like it's windy and stuff. This is not the only pose we want you to do though. You have to pose for one spontaneous shot; a pose you have to do all your own. Kurt Angle and John Cena, who will play a part with the new diva, will judge of you're in or not," he continued. Angel's face was filled with worry. The worker noticed and patted Angel on the back. "Don't worry, you'll do great." he said. With those words, Angel suddenly gained a bit of self-esteem.
She slowly walked towards the shooting-spot and stood there. "Miss, I know you're nervous," the photographer said. "All you need to do is take a deep breath, strike the pose, and look your best. Let us know when you're ready and we'll turn the fan on," he continued.
Mei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then whispered a little prayer to herself and looked around. Everyone was looking at her; including Mr. McMahon, Kurt Angle and John Cena! She tried not to blush, but she did. She took one more deep breath and said, "I'm ready." and posed for the camera.
The photographer instructed the worker to turn the fan on. Her hair tickling her face; it made her smile her natural one. Before she could even smile her scripted one, the camera clicked. "Beautiful!" the photographer yelled. Angel smiled and fixed her hat into place. "While we are developing your picture, think of a pose all your own with this," the photographer instructed as he tossed a huge cuddly stuffed bear to her.
"It's so cute!" she thought. She sat down and started to play with it. She giggled as she hugged it, and from out of the blue the camera clicked again!
"Perfect! This is going to be such a lovely picture! Go sit down over there, and we'll tell you if we choose you or not," the photographer said. Angel sat down on the plastic chair and waited patiently. She could see a worker run to a dark room with the negatives of her picture. She sighed and observed her surroundings. She could see Kurt Angle take a quick glimpse of her, but she thought he was just evaluating her.
"The pictures are done!" a worn out worker said running out of the dark room. He gave the pictures to Kurt Angle, John Cena and Vince McMahon who evaluated the pictures. She could see them smile and awe, but it made her think of the worst. After a few minutes of worry, Mr. McMahon took the pictures and walked towards her.
Angel stood up and gave a bow. "Oh, no need to show your respect," Vince said. She awkwardly looked at Angel and handed her the pictures. She could see Kurt Angle and John Cena smile from afar. Vince drew closer to Angel's ear and whispered, "You're the one." Angel's face lit; she smiled. She was overjoyed! She can't believe she was now part of the WWE! "Welcome to the WWE! Miss."
"Angelique Nicole Fendell, sire." Angel said. She hugged Vince McMahon. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr. McMahon." she whispered.
Vince smiled and patted her back. "And thank you for being a part of our team." Vince whispered back. He held her shoulders and smiled. "You're going to be such a great diva," he complimented. He let go of Angel and pointed towards Kurt Angle and John Cena. "Here are two of your fellow workers in this business; Kurt Angle and John Cena. Come over here, you two!" Vince yelled smiling.
The two wrestlers walked towards the both of them. John Cena offered his hand to shake. "Hey there, my name's John Cena," he said as she shook Angel's hand.
Angel smiled. "Yeah. I've been seeing you on TV." Angel replied.
"And I suppose you've been seeing me, too?" Kurt Angle joked. "I'm Kurt Angle. It's a pleasure to meet you." Angle said as he flipped out his hand to shake as well. Angel softly shook his hand. Angle seemed to not let go of her hand which made her blush.
"Uhm. it's a pleasure to meet you, too," she replied. Angle smiled, and let go of her hand.
"Now that you know each other, let me explain your script," Mr. McMahon said. "You are going to be the love interest of these two. They are going to win over each other for your ring-side services. Here's the deal; Kurt Angle is going to be your first friend backstage, so you give him your ring- side services. You then become Angle's girlfriend. Cena then gets the hots for you and tries to kiss you in the ring. Kurt stands up for you, and there the fights begin." Vince explained.
"But how can the audience know that I'm going to be Angle's girlfriend? Sure, I may accompany him by ringside and all but-"
"You'll get to be is some kissing scenes with Angle," Vince said. Angel blushed. "Now, I know this is going to be tough for a newbie like you, but you'll get the hang of it sooner or later. I'll let Angle teach you the basics of wrestling in case you get promoted. And Angle," Vince continued. "Practice your lines. We'll be presenting the new diva as soon as next week. I need to go to the ring for the necessary announcements," he said as he walked away with Cena, leaving Kurt Angle and Angel alone.
"So. see you tomorrow afternoon?" Kurt Angle asked.
Angel smiled, hugged Angle, and replied, "Yeah." She then hopped out of the room.
The woman looked at her with devious eyes. She smirked. "Bye girl, better luck next time," she insulted. She pushed Angel aside and went into the room leaving the door open for everyone to see. "Your diva awaits, mister photographer," she yelled.
"We already have a diva! Applicants, go home. Sorry to disappoint all of you!" he yelled back.
The woman blushed and looked at Angel with envious eyes. "You'll pay for this, you little bi-"
"Talk to her like that again, and I'll have you tapping, even though you ain't no WWE superstar," Angle said. "Oh it's true. Damn true!" he continued. The woman walked away much more humiliated.
Angel looked at Kurt with grateful eyes. "Thank you." she said.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" he joked.
Angel ran towards him shook his hand. "Yeah. And we're gonna be really good friends."
Her thoughts were cut short as she glanced at her wall clock. She looked to the opposite side of her room and glanced at her calendar. She ran to her bed's side table and picked up her cellphone. She quickly pressed away to the 'Calendar.' Her eyes suddenly widened. "Five PM. April one. Live airing of Smackdown today!" she screamed. She hastily plopped onto her bed and turned on the television. She pressed the channel button as fast as she could until it reached UPN where the opening video of Smackdown was playing. She gave out a large sigh and smiled. "I'm just in time." Angel yelled.
Angelique Nicole Fendell was her name. This bubbly eighteen-year-old teen has graduated at a very early age, probably because of her acceleration from third year high school to first year college before. Wrestling has played an important role in her life-when she was still at a young age of five, she would sit on the floor of their living room with her dad and watch wrestling. Hulk Hogan was the first wrestler she has ever known, and until now she still remembers him. When she was seven years old she wrestled any guy to the ground who made fun of her, but later on apologizes and makes friends with whoever he is. Her hair was long and ever so straight in a chocolate-brown shade. Her eyes were just as brown, and her beauty is undeniable. She has never entered with any serious relationship with any guy with his father's protection, which caused his father's confinement.
"Welcome to Smackdown!" announcer Tazz said. Angel leaped, blushed, and tried to restrain herself. 'First show of the season and I get to watch it live..!' she thought. 'Thank you Brad!' she continued. Brad was one of Angel's best friends, and also the one who ordered a live broadcast of wrestling shows for her; he was paying. "A new season, a new show; Smackdown is reborn!" Tazz continued. He patted the back of his fellow announcer, Michael Cole.
"And what better way to start it with an announcement from our General Manager, Stephanie McMahon!" Michael Cole yelled. Not a second later, Stephanie's entrance music began to play as she walks down the flickering isle wearing her sexy black halter-neck top and skirt. Cheers of fans echoed throughout the arena. Stephanie entered the ring and smiled at everyone waving signs in the air. A Smackdown worker handed a microphone to Stephanie and the entrance music, as well as the loud cheers of the fans, stopped.
"Just like Tazz said, welcome to Smackdown!" Stephanie yelled. The crowed cheered; this made Stephanie giggle. "Since this is the new season of Smackdown, the Championships will be reset, and new matches to be made!" she continued. The fans cheered and were now on their feet. "We will now be adding Inter-Gender Tag-Team matches and Women's Championship matches for our alluring divas! We will settle one Championship match tonight; the first ever in Smackdown history; The Women's Championship! As to start of tonight's show; let us call out the first two competitors for the new season; Bradshaw and Danny Basham!" Stephanie yelled as she joined Tazz and Michael Cole in the announcer's table.
A few moments later the APA's entrance music started to play, and not a moment later out came Bradshaw with a big smile on his face. He dashed to the ring and grabbed a microphone. "It's an honor to be involved in the first match. I'm gonna kick Danny's ass tooonight!" Bradshaw yelled as she signaled a thank you sign to Stephanie. Minutes later Danny Basham entered the ring and the match started.
"Everyone, we will now witness the first match of the new season! And Stephanie, it is an honor for us to be with you in the announcer's table," Tazz said. Stephanie replied with a smile. "Now Steph, I've just heard that you got married to Triple H recently. How did it make you feel?" Michael Cole asked.
"Well Mike, I feel very happy about it. But I don't feel too good since I had to hurt another one's feelings in the process." Stephanie said. "But don't worry about me, I'm fine." Stephanie continued.
"The Clothesline from Hell connects from Bradshaw! Will this be the end of this match?" Tazz yelled. "And it's one. two. three!! Bradshaw is the winner!!" Cole screamed as Bradshaw stood victorious.
"Yeah, Go Bradshaw!" Angel screamed. After that a commercial took place.
'We are searching for new divas,' the commercial said. 'Take this once-in-a- lifetime chance to work in the WWE! We are looking for a beautiful maiden not any younger than eighteen with long hair, fine body and innocent disposition. This is exclusive for all New Yorkers! Rush downtown to this address for screening. Only one slot is available, so hurry!' it said.
Something suddenly came into Angel's mind. "I'm eighteen, I guess my face isn't that ugly, my body has enough curves, and I guess I'm innocent- looking." she thought. "Oh bother! Let them decide! I need to get a job somehow!" she yelled. She dashed to her closet and picked out her favorite attire; her loose white sweater, short Japanese-School-Girl type of skirt, long baggy socks and sneakers. She quickly dressed up and combed her hair. To make the final touches to herself, she clipped her hair and grabbed her dark-colored backpack on the way out. She called for a cab and jumped in. "To this address please," she said as she handed the small piece of paper to the cab driver.
The driver looked at it closely and looked back at Angel. "Are you going to audition for the new diva? Aren't you Angelique Fendell?" he asked Angel. Angel nodded. The cab driver smiled and tossed her his black baggy baseball cap. "You don't recognize your own uncle! It's me, Uncle Henry," the driver said. Angel quickly recognized him and was trying to apologize for not noticing earlier. "No, no. no need to apologize. Wear that cap when the pictorial is taking place. You look cute; everything the WWE is looking for!" he said. Angel blushed and smiled. Both of them drove off downtown.
"This is the place! Good luck, Angel. I'll be waiting out here to pick you up in a few hours." Uncle Henry said as he bid Angel goodbye.
Angel entered the building and spotted a woman behind a counter with a WWE logo on her shirt. "Uhm. excuse me miss. I'm here to audition for the new diva. Where is the audition venue?" she asked. The woman looked at her from head to toe and removed her glasses. She smiled. The woman then handed Angel an application form. Angel filled out the form from start to finish.
"You're the one with the simplest outfit among the applicants," she said. Angel blushed and thought if it was a bad thing. "That's good. All the applicants wore very daring outfits, and we're not looking for those. Come, I'll show you the venue," the lady said walking out of the counter to the right side of the building. She followed and looked at her surroundings as well. She had spotted a few famous wrestlers reading their scripts; The Undertaker, Farooq, Torrie Wilson, and even Brock Lesnar. "Here, deary. Just wait in the waiting room with the other applicants," the lady said as she softly pushed Angel into the waiting room and closed the door.
The lady was right; she was the ONLY one who wore a simple outfit. One applicant wore a see-though shirt with a bikini and a thong underneath, one wore a cat costume, and one wore the smallest shirt and skirt she had ever seen. She slowly sat down as everyone looked and gossiped about her. "She looks so stupid," she heard from one side. "She won't stand a chance against us," she heard from another.
"Next please," a WWE worker yelled in the waiting room accompanied by a crying applicant. She wasn't chosen and was immediately eliminated. "Serves her right for wearing that stupid outfit," an applicant said from Angel's back.
"Could you guys just quit all this gossiping?!" Angel yelled. The applicants just stared at her.
"Oh, you think you're all that, huh?" the woman said standing up to her. "Well, let's see what you got. Nobody's been chosen yet. Go on, and don't be such a loser when you come out," the woman said.
Angel didn't want to back out on such a stupid threat and went inside the audition room. The second she entered, she blushed and suddenly became nervous. There were half a dozen photographers, Vince McMahon, Kurt Angle and John Cena. A worker went closer to her and took her application form. He skimmed through the form. "Welcome to the audition room," he said as he looked at her from head to foot. "I'm glad to see you in something simple. The others came here in dirty outfits. too dirty. And we don't want that," he continued. He pulled out a sketch from his portfolio and handed it to her. "You need to pose like this, and try to act your own personality. There will be a hair-drift effect; meaning we will be letting your hair drift like it's windy and stuff. This is not the only pose we want you to do though. You have to pose for one spontaneous shot; a pose you have to do all your own. Kurt Angle and John Cena, who will play a part with the new diva, will judge of you're in or not," he continued. Angel's face was filled with worry. The worker noticed and patted Angel on the back. "Don't worry, you'll do great." he said. With those words, Angel suddenly gained a bit of self-esteem.
She slowly walked towards the shooting-spot and stood there. "Miss, I know you're nervous," the photographer said. "All you need to do is take a deep breath, strike the pose, and look your best. Let us know when you're ready and we'll turn the fan on," he continued.
Mei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then whispered a little prayer to herself and looked around. Everyone was looking at her; including Mr. McMahon, Kurt Angle and John Cena! She tried not to blush, but she did. She took one more deep breath and said, "I'm ready." and posed for the camera.
The photographer instructed the worker to turn the fan on. Her hair tickling her face; it made her smile her natural one. Before she could even smile her scripted one, the camera clicked. "Beautiful!" the photographer yelled. Angel smiled and fixed her hat into place. "While we are developing your picture, think of a pose all your own with this," the photographer instructed as he tossed a huge cuddly stuffed bear to her.
"It's so cute!" she thought. She sat down and started to play with it. She giggled as she hugged it, and from out of the blue the camera clicked again!
"Perfect! This is going to be such a lovely picture! Go sit down over there, and we'll tell you if we choose you or not," the photographer said. Angel sat down on the plastic chair and waited patiently. She could see a worker run to a dark room with the negatives of her picture. She sighed and observed her surroundings. She could see Kurt Angle take a quick glimpse of her, but she thought he was just evaluating her.
"The pictures are done!" a worn out worker said running out of the dark room. He gave the pictures to Kurt Angle, John Cena and Vince McMahon who evaluated the pictures. She could see them smile and awe, but it made her think of the worst. After a few minutes of worry, Mr. McMahon took the pictures and walked towards her.
Angel stood up and gave a bow. "Oh, no need to show your respect," Vince said. She awkwardly looked at Angel and handed her the pictures. She could see Kurt Angle and John Cena smile from afar. Vince drew closer to Angel's ear and whispered, "You're the one." Angel's face lit; she smiled. She was overjoyed! She can't believe she was now part of the WWE! "Welcome to the WWE! Miss."
"Angelique Nicole Fendell, sire." Angel said. She hugged Vince McMahon. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr. McMahon." she whispered.
Vince smiled and patted her back. "And thank you for being a part of our team." Vince whispered back. He held her shoulders and smiled. "You're going to be such a great diva," he complimented. He let go of Angel and pointed towards Kurt Angle and John Cena. "Here are two of your fellow workers in this business; Kurt Angle and John Cena. Come over here, you two!" Vince yelled smiling.
The two wrestlers walked towards the both of them. John Cena offered his hand to shake. "Hey there, my name's John Cena," he said as she shook Angel's hand.
Angel smiled. "Yeah. I've been seeing you on TV." Angel replied.
"And I suppose you've been seeing me, too?" Kurt Angle joked. "I'm Kurt Angle. It's a pleasure to meet you." Angle said as he flipped out his hand to shake as well. Angel softly shook his hand. Angle seemed to not let go of her hand which made her blush.
"Uhm. it's a pleasure to meet you, too," she replied. Angle smiled, and let go of her hand.
"Now that you know each other, let me explain your script," Mr. McMahon said. "You are going to be the love interest of these two. They are going to win over each other for your ring-side services. Here's the deal; Kurt Angle is going to be your first friend backstage, so you give him your ring- side services. You then become Angle's girlfriend. Cena then gets the hots for you and tries to kiss you in the ring. Kurt stands up for you, and there the fights begin." Vince explained.
"But how can the audience know that I'm going to be Angle's girlfriend? Sure, I may accompany him by ringside and all but-"
"You'll get to be is some kissing scenes with Angle," Vince said. Angel blushed. "Now, I know this is going to be tough for a newbie like you, but you'll get the hang of it sooner or later. I'll let Angle teach you the basics of wrestling in case you get promoted. And Angle," Vince continued. "Practice your lines. We'll be presenting the new diva as soon as next week. I need to go to the ring for the necessary announcements," he said as he walked away with Cena, leaving Kurt Angle and Angel alone.
"So. see you tomorrow afternoon?" Kurt Angle asked.
Angel smiled, hugged Angle, and replied, "Yeah." She then hopped out of the room.
The woman looked at her with devious eyes. She smirked. "Bye girl, better luck next time," she insulted. She pushed Angel aside and went into the room leaving the door open for everyone to see. "Your diva awaits, mister photographer," she yelled.
"We already have a diva! Applicants, go home. Sorry to disappoint all of you!" he yelled back.
The woman blushed and looked at Angel with envious eyes. "You'll pay for this, you little bi-"
"Talk to her like that again, and I'll have you tapping, even though you ain't no WWE superstar," Angle said. "Oh it's true. Damn true!" he continued. The woman walked away much more humiliated.
Angel looked at Kurt with grateful eyes. "Thank you." she said.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" he joked.
Angel ran towards him shook his hand. "Yeah. And we're gonna be really good friends."