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Heather Mackenzie and Nicholas Slater had made a claim at the house show that they were the best. It wasn't any secret to anyone that they thought that much, but this week would be a test. With Nicholas going for the title and Heather in a singles match they were out to make themselves look great once again. That wasn't all that hard to do, after all you don't have to mess much with perfection. Heather had only one thing in mind and that was to show the women in the back that she wasn't all beauty she had the brains and the strength as well. It was known to most that Heather knew how to use her words but she hadn't yet gotten the chance to show off her talents in the ring. She hadn't exactly been all there for her matches so far and things were about to change with that, which could be considered a little unfortunete for Michelle Hardkore, then again a bitch with a generic last name like that deserves to be drilled into the ground. Heather had, however, gotten used to the fact that people around her were generic, they all were trying so hard to be something else that they weren't shining because of who they were they were all shining because they acted like someone else. Heather figured this would be to her advantage, after all she was the most unique diva in all of WCW. The rest of the women relied on old gimmicks and bad name calling. Heather however knew all the tricks in the book and fit them to her own style. Sure she had the generic bitch persona, but she took it to a whole other level. Too bad none of the women will be able to keep up, and even if they could it wouldn't be for too long. The bitch is coming out and people probably won't like it. Heather stared at the dress that she held out in front of her hanging from a hanger. It had a bold pattern on it, which wasn't quite her style but something about it made her want it. She turned to Nicholas and pressed it up against her trying to give him a feel of what it would look like on. He shrugged, he was stuck with holding all the bags, then again half of them were his. Nicholas Slater; What can I say? I think it would look better next to the bed. He grinned and Heather couldn't help herself but to giggle. She shoved him playfully. Heather Mackenzie; Nick come on seriously. Nicholas Slater; Babe, what do you even need that for? Heather slumped over a little bit. Heather Mackenzie; For when you take me out after the show tonight, come on seriously. You know that you're going to win back your championship and I am going to win my match against that nobody. We are going to soon be getting our hands on three of the most annoying people that have ever stepped foot in WCW...what other reasons are there... Heather looked to be thinking. Nicholas Slater; Alright, fine. I just wish you would tell me when I'm taking you out a little sooner. Heather giggled to herself and leaned forward giving Nick a kiss. Nicholas Slater; That dress will be perfect. Heather smiled and kissed him again. Heather Mackenzie; I know! Heather held it out in front of her once again. Heather Mackenzie; You know what I was thinking about today, what Stephaine said before she left yesterday. I just couldn't stop giggling about it. The bitch had absolutely nothing to say to me yet she calls herself one of the biggest bitches ever? I mean sure if we were looking for the generic bitch she would be the one to go to but it is just pathetic. I cannot wait to get a match against her so I can show her where she stands. I suppose I could use my match tonight as a little warning sign. Besides, what has Michelle got going for her anyways besides a case of the uglies. Then again no one can compare to the hidious rat of a face that is Stephaine Starrett. I doubt Miss Hardkore will even know what is coming to her..well that is if she intends on showing. I suppose she wants to be remembered for winning a match so she wouldn't want to show up after last week, when she got lucky to have faced a reject like Daizi Darkside who hasn't seen a win since ICWA. Then again I suppose I could consider myself lucky to get a match against a no body like Michelle Hardkore. She laughed to herself as they stood in line in the little boutique. Nicholas Slater; Well I can't say you're wrong on that. Then again you're going to be lucky against any one of those pathetic broads. Heather Mackenzie; Well that's true. Here's how I look at it, tonight we're going to be looking pretty good when we both come out with wins. After all this is only the beginning. Heather grinned at Nicholas as the scene fades. | 
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