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Reggie Love was laying on her bed in her room, eyes glued to her laptop. She was watching a webshow from one of the various pro wrestling rumor sites. This wasn't apart of her normal routine, but she couldn't help herself, considering the two guys in the video, sitting behind a desk a la ESPN were talking about....HER?!
"I don't know, Rick, I don't think Reggie Love is going to be in the WWE for much longer", said the one with the really bad toupee.
"How can you say that, Harry? She's a hellcat in the ring, she's got decent mic skills, she's come a long way since FCW", said Harry's much younger counterpart.
"She is good in the ring, I'll give you that. All you Reggie Love fans out there may hate me for saying this but....we don't need another Mickie James. Maybe TNA would be the best place for Miss Love......."
That was enough. Reggie x'd out the window. She really didn't mind the comparison to Mickie so much, she was used to it by now. At a mere 5ft 3, she was shorter than Mickie. Truth be told she was a little heavier than her too but The Powers That Be haven't said to change anything so that was a good thing. She sighed and ran her hands through her dark brown hair. Could this be any more depressing, she thought. And then there was a knock on the door. "Hold on a minute", she called out. She groaned as she got off the bed. She was still sore from the match she had a couple days ago with the Glamazon Beth Phoenix. But it was a good sore, nonetheless. Hazards of the job. She looked through the peephole of the door then unlocked it and opened it. Ivy bounced in and shut the door behind herself.
"You're still in your pjs", she tsked. "Go change, let's go sight-seeing".
"No", said Reggie as she sat back down on the bed. "I'm still sore from my match a couple days ago. I need to rest up".
"Beth can be a holy terror in the ring".
"I won't argue with ya there. Shouldn't you be hanging out with your hubby, anyway?"
"He's in the shower right now. He sent me over here to get you".
"The last thing I wanna do today is go sight-seeing with honeymooners, no offense".
"None taken. Can we borrow your video camera then? I'd like to get some footage of The Falls".
"Sure have at it. It's on the desk and so is the bag".
"You're awesome", Ivy picked the camera up from the desk.
"There's a new tape in there, too".
"Good", she grinned. As she put the camera in the bag, she caught a glimpse of Reggie's some what sad face in the mirror. "Why so glum, Chum?"
"Eh, it's nothin'. I was just checking out some blurbs about me on the internet. Same old story. A jobber just like Mickie James", Reggie rolled her hazel eyes. "Why do I torture myself?"
"All the more reason to come out with us. It'll be fun. We'll take the Maid of the Mist tour and maybe even Cave of the Winds".
"Nah, I think I'll just stay here, order some room service and veg out".
Suit yourself, but I think you should at least go up to the restaurant and eat".
"Oh really? Why is that?" Reggie asked.
Because Hunter is up there and he really needs someone to talk to or at least get his mind off of Stephanie thought Ivy. "Um, they've got excellent food up there. John and I ate there last night".
"I'll consider it. Have fun and please be careful with the camera".
"I will, weirdo, don't worry". She grinned at her. "We'll come by later to check on you".
"Thanks, see ya".
"Bye, Reggie". And with the camera bag on her shoulder, Ivy left. Finally, Reggie thought, peace and quiet. She stretched, let out a yawn and then settled herself in to her pillows. She then laid there contemplating room service or actually getting up, getting dressed and going up to the restaurant. I should probably get up and moving she said to herself. She got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom.