Angela's Storage

The scene opened in the backstage area of the Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana where the WGEF was holding a local house show. It was the end of the night and Trish had just finished a semi decent match against a young girl right out of wrestling school. A few moments passed and Trish made her way through the thick black curtain her body still dripping with sweat and her luscious blonde hair clinging to the back of her neck. As she breezed through the thick black fabric she stepped onto a smaller steel stage that contained the usual lighting switchboard and player for the superstars�?entrance music. As her theme music continued to play over the p.a. system Trish made her way across the small crowded stage offering a friendly smile to the small bunch of middle aged men seated around the table before stepping off the end of the stage onto a small set of stairs. She made her way through the makeshift entryway, which consisted of nothing more than steel poles formed together in an arch with tarps covering the top. Moments later she emerged with a big smile on her face. She knew most people in her position wouldn’t care over a mediocre win like that but she put on one of her best performances and that made her happy. She made her way down the hall humming quietly to herself as she searched for a towel to wipe at least some of the still dripping sweat off her body. As she continued down the hall she swallowed, noticing the slight stinging sensation. Up until now she hadn’t realized her throat was near that dry. As she walked around the corner she came across the catering area. Feeling the burning in her throat once more she decides to make her way over to the catering area. She heads to the room making her way through the open doorway. As she steps inside she sees several round tables throughout the surprisingly decent sized room. Worn out from her tag team match she decided to have a seat for a little while. She heads over to the food line. Walking clear down to the end where a large white cooler was positioned. She lifted the lid and reached inside, pulling out a water bottle. She quickly wipes the bottle across her forehead, enjoying the icy cold feeling against her hot skin. After slightly cooling off she made her way over to table and was just about to sit down when her eyes caught sight of the clock. It was 11:30. If she wanted to get to the airport at a decent time and not have to run through the terminal then she had best forget sitting and down and be getting back to her locker room to get her stuff. Serenity let out a loud sigh as she gave the chair a hard shove back against the table. She was looking forward to those moments alone. Oh well, it was life. What could she do about it anyway? Sit there for as long as her heart desired and fly into Orlando in the morning half awake or head back now and actually get some sleep. Considering she was worn out, she opted for the latter of the two. That didn’t mean she had to like it. As she stepped back through the doorway she headed in the direction of her locker room with her water bottle still tightly in hand. Moments later she finally arrived at her locker room. She wrapped her hand around the knob, twisting it slightly to the right and shoving it inward. As she stepped inside the room her eyes scanned the room as if she suspected something to be out of place. When she was satisfied she stepped further inside giving the door a gentle shove closed. The coolness of the water bottle had worn off and the sweat had returned. Trish made her way across the room to the bathroom. God how a shower would feel nice right about now. She looked up at the clock that hung above the door. 11:35. Her flight didn’t leave for another couple hours yet and the airport was relatively close. Besides she really didn’t care to go on the Tonight Show smelling like God knows what. No, it was worth possibly having to rush through the airport to get in a quick shower. She steps inside the bathroom, starting the water. Pulling the shower curtain across she quickly headed across the room grabbing a pair of worn blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt along with a matching pair of black lacey bra and panties. Making her way across the room she headed back into the bathroom, getting out of her clothes. She stepped inside the shower leaning back underneath the water, closing her eyes as it poured over her. After a quick once over with the soap she finally consented to getting out. She reached around behind her twisting the knobs to the off position. As the water slowly started to trickle, she reached her hand out grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around her dripping wet body. Moments later Trish stepped onto the rug quickly getting dressed in the clothes she had taken in the bathroom with her. She emerged from the bathroom hurrying across the room to the couch where she had laid her gym bag when she arrived. She quickly checked to make sure everything was there before zipping it closed and flinging it upon her shoulder. She raced down the hall towards the parking lot where she had a limo waiting to take her to the airport, As she approached the parking lot; she saw the limo waiting right outside. She shoved the doors open and headed towards it. She breathlessly gave the driver a thank you as he pulled out of the parking lot. Trish closed her eyes careful not to fall asleep as they headed towards the airport. The ride was so smooth it was hard to stay awake. About twenty minutes later the limo pulled in front of the airport. Trish didn’t even wait for the driver to come around to the back before opening the door and rushing towards the terminal. Once inside she quickened her pace to a run as she headed for the gate her flight was on. When she finally reached it, Trish was just about out of breath. She fished around inside her bag for her ticket, finally finding it at the bottom. She handed the ticket to the attendant and was quickly let inside. Moments she reached her seat and plopped down. Trish leaned her head against the back of the seat tuning out the direction from the stewardess. She had a big match coming up soon and that is where her mind was going to be. She closed her eyes and drifted into thought.

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