Out.of.Character.Comment; yeah here it is sorry it's short don't hate me ><, doubt I'll be able to get another up. •�?/FONT>FIVE LETTER WORD FOR WASHED UP Trish Stratus? Really? Trish Stratus? These were the thoughts running through Heather Mackenzie's mind after Halloween Havoc, after she had won her women's championship for a second time and after Trish had somehow managed to beat Logan Rocha. It was such a crazy thought to Heather because Trish Stratus was just a WWE has-been. In fact as Heather saw it Trish Stratus was the reason for all of the people around her that she hated. Heather wasn't going to deny that Trish had done a lot for the WWE women's division, such as completely ruin it and make it completely about being sexy and not about being a decent wrestler. After all Trish was never truly the best wrestler she was just the most marketable. In Heather's mind Trish was nothing but a problem, and while she had made it a point to pretend like a problem trumps a solution in her promo for the match against Ashton, that was not correct. Everyone knew that Solutions ended problems and while Ashton couldn't make that happen, Heather could. Heather could because she was the women's champion. That wasn't to say that Ashton wasn't good enough, because Ashton was certainly second best, of course next to Heather. Trish was nothing but lucky to get one over on Ashton, and she was lucky to even be able to step into the ring against Heather Mackenzie, a women that not only has more beauty than a lot of women in the world but has the talent to match it. Something that Trish could never do in her entire career. People never once questioned Heather's abilities, unless they were her envious opponents. People never argued over her beauty, because they all knew she was the best looking. Trish couldn't match up to what Heather had made, she couldn't keep up with what Heather was doing in WCW. It didn't matter what accomplishments Trish had made in WWE, because that was then and that was a time when Heather wasn't around, a time when she was the least talented and still got things handed to her. It was something that gave female wrestling a bad name. Heather wasn't going to let Trish Stratus and her obnoxious boyfriend ruin WCW for her, much like Trish ruined the WWE. Heather would show her that this was not going to be an easy ride for her, she wasn't in WWE anymore she was in a place where talent trumped, and she wouldn't be able to keep up. "Five letter word for washed-up..." Heather leaned back in her chair as she let her feet rest on the coffee table. She bit down on the pencil as she eyed the crossword. "Trish. Yeah, that sounds about right doesn't it?" Nick grinned as he looked back to Heather from the couch. Heather giggled a little bit as she wrote it in. Nick pushed himself off the couch and walked over towards Heather. "Yes, that one does fit perfectly." Heather grinned looking down at the crossword. Nick ran his fingers through her hair and she looked up to him. He leaned down kissing her and gave her a smile. "You're being nice today. Oddly nice. Why are you being so nice?" Heather rose an eyebrow looking at Nick. "I love you, I'm always nice to you." "Yeah whatever, you're nice to me when your boyfriend isn't around." Heather winked and Nick's smile fell. "See being mean isn't heartwarming is it?" Heather grinned. "You're a bitch." Heather laughed as Nick turned away from her. She grabbed his hand pulling him back. He laughed as she kissed him. He then picked her up as she laughed. "You are a cute bitch though." Heather dropped the crossword as she got to her feet still kissing Nick. "Oh that's just gross!" Heather and Nick stopped and looked over to the doorway where Ezra and Ashton stood. Heather rolled her eyes as Nick placed her back on the floor from her hoisted position on his hips. "You know this is why they came up with that one term, knocking I believe it was." Heather took her seat again and Nick cleared his throat as Ezra and Ashton took seats on the couch. "Time-out why are you here, and why haven't you left yet?" Nick laughed as he went to the couch. Ezra then looked over the couch to Heather. "Well I'm here because we have a match tomorrow against Trish Stratus and Chris Blaze, and I haven't left yet because I think it's funny to be a cock block." A grin formed on Ezra's face. "Really though, game plan for Nitro." "The game plan is win. Win and remind these two that they are a problem and we are the solution. What more is there to plan?" Heather shrugged her shoulders. Ezra started to talk but stopped himself shrugging his shoulders. "Okay yeah you're right." Ezra shrugged his shoulders and turned away from Heather towards the TV that Ashton had turned on. Heather then got up making her way over to the couch sitting next to Nick. "Honestly though isn't she about done with this wrestling business? Hell she was making her debut while I was a sophomore in high school, don't you think she's had enough? I bet she'll play the experience card like it means something. How do you think her little boytoy will defend himself? All he has going for him is his cheap rip off of Randy Orton, yet another failure WWE has provided. Why couldn't we have at least decent opponents?" Heather shook her head almost in disgust. "I see this as good, cause now we don't have to work as hard. Then again what else is new. Us four, we don't have to work that hard to get what we want, or keep what we want, we're just that damn good. After all who wouldn't want a solution?" There was a moment of mass talking as each person agreed. "The solution is to get rid of the woman that motivated the generic bitch. This woman is the original generic bitch the epitome of generic if you will. This will be like the mother load for me to kill. Hell honestly I don't even feel like sparing her until the pay per view, because really she isn't worth it. I don't understand how she won that contendership in the first place, oh right Logan. A brick could be Logan in the ring." Heather shook her head as the others laughed. "Like I said though Ezra, we don't need a game plan we go in, we dominate, we solve. There is nothing more that needs to be done to these pathetic excuses for talent." Another look of disgust came over Heather as she shook her head. They all continued to watch the TV.