Out.of.Character.Comment; yeah this is...meh, Ashley you best get something up! •�?/FONT>I SPY Colbie Stevens? Who the hell is that? A thought that crossed Heather Mackenzie's mind upon hearing of the new Fury card. Heather couldn't help but to giggle at the though. Since when did rookies deserve a chance in the ring with a legend in the making like Heather? Last time she checked...they didn't. Heather was the epitome of brains and beauty mixed, she was the perfect example of greatness, and Colbie Stevens? She was mush compared to that. Heather's stablemate in fact had beat Colbie last week and if Ashton could do it so could Heather. Of curse there were no doubts in her mind that she could pull it off, but she was positive Colbie would think differently. It was expected after all, denial was something that seemed to come easy to Heather's opponents. They all seemed to want to deny Heather's obvious ability to be the best in hopes that they can sway the thoughts of the pathetic marks out there that knew nothing of true talent. Luckily for Heather her fans were smart, I mean hell if they were her fans they had to be. If they weren't smart they would be too busy praising low life no talent scum like her opponent. Heather would do nothing but laugh at this idiocy and simply shrug it off. She didn't expect people to like her, but people should recognize her talent, after all it would be hard not to. It was more than obvious that she was one of the more talented people in NAW. Her only real competition would be the rest of her allies and they were her allies for a reason, because they were great and she wouldn't associate herself with anything less. This Colbie girl, she associated herself with people like Kit Black, who associated herself with the disgusting display of a wrestler, Zach Halo. So all in all Heather had perfect reasoning to hate Colbie, and she would show that hate to Colbie when they met in the ring on Fury. After all, did she ever hold back? "I spy with my little eye someone weak." A grin spread across the face of Heather Mackenzie as she stood in the midst of a dim lit room staring straight into the camera. "Colbie Stevens is it? Yes, I'm sure it is, a name that most of the world is unfamiliar with and honestly a name that I could careless about. This week on Fury that is my opponent. Another nothing to knock off my list if you will. See I'm making a list, of all the bitches that I break and once the list is complete I'll use it as evidence that I am more than deserving of that women's championship. So far I can check Grace Taylor off..." Heather then pulls out a notebook along with a pen which she had been holding and held it up, the front page of the notebook had all the names of the listed women on the roster with boxes next to their names. Heather then took the pen and put a check next to Grace Taylor's name. A grin widened on her face. She then turned the notebook back towards her. "One down a few more to go, and you can bet that Colbie will be the next one. Cause you see Colbie, it doesn't matter to me how much you want to win this match, or what you've done to get to this match all that really matters is the match at hand and in that case you better be ready because I eat little nobodies like you for breakfast. You wanna act tough, go ahead, you wanna talk tough, go ahead it'll be better that way cause then when we do get into the ring I can laugh in your face then show you what backing up your words really means. Cause I know that I can talk a big game, but I have never once failed to accomplish what I said I would, and you will be no difference Miss Stevens. Cause you are the least of my worries. To me, you're just another check in more ways than one." Heather giggled to herself as the scene faded.