.:†Title�?. "Your Road to Failure" HH 2
.:†oOc�?. This isn't my best, i'm slightly embarassed. lol
.:†Song�?. Lose My Breath by Rayne Casanova

 How can you tell someone they have no talent, when OBVIOUSLY they can stand at the top just like the others. Oh well, it would just be something Logan would have to prove. Logan couldn't beat Trish? Please, it already happened. And people were livid; they were all sitting in their sofa chairs drinking beers while they watched their Trish Stratus get pinned for the one, two, three. But hell, she was bottom of the barrel material; remember? People just needed to get over the fact, that Logan Rocha was at the top of her game. That she was actually a threat, thats why she was called annoying, and talentless by other superstars of WCW. Its okay, really it is. Everyone has to be scared of something.  But this was getting off point, the point was Trish Stratus. And then it comes back to Logan's career, are you so obsessed with ruining my career that you haven't been guarding yours? Because once I, Logan Rocha, step into that ring on Sunday; there won't be any of Trish Stratus left. Standing in front of a building with the word "Exercise Express" slammed across the front of it in large yellow letters; Logan stands there dressed in tiny 1970 vintage shorts, along with a purple leather top that covers just her breasts, her blonde hair pulled into a tight pony tail and a pink head band wrapped slightly. Standing next to her is a man with bright pink hair, just as long as hers. His outfit would be matching Logan's except for the top color is now red.

Logan Rocha - "Are you ready?"

Princess Buttercup - "Baby, I was BORN ready for this."

Giggling, Logan links arms with her bestie who now opens the door for her. The two walk into the building and Logan's eyes widen slightly as she watches people grind up against the floor as they stretch out. Gripping Buttercups forearm, Logan breaths in deeply.

Logan Rocha - "What..are they doing?"

Princess Buttercup - "Babygirl, this is a yoga class."

Oh this was good, she good feel her face become flushed. Taking a deep breath Logan watched as the people suddenly stood up and then bent forward, reaching between their legs.

Princess Buttercup - "I thought it would be a good idea for a promo.."

Logan Rocha - "You, my friend, are a dead bitch."

Logan shakes her head and walks into the room and heads into the shower area a little bit. Sitting on a bench, the vixen took a deep breath and did that little breathing technique they do with meditation. You get it right? The Ummm thing. Right. Opening her eyes a bit, she notices a blonde stepping out of the showers with a pale blue towel wrapped around her body.

Logan Rocha - "What? Now your going to laugh at me?"

Trish Stratus Wannabe - "Excuse me? I wasn't laughing.."

Logan widens her eyes in shock, who the fuck did this bitch think she was.

Logan Rocha - "Yes you were! You think just because you've held more title belts in your hand then cocks makes you so great? Well it doesn't!"

Trish Stratus Wannabe - "WHAT!? I think you have the wrong person..freak."

Holding the towel tightly up to her chest, the blonde grabs her things and walks quickly away. Stupid cunt, thats what she got. Maybe it was a little much. Taking another deep breath, Logan walks back out and looks for her friend. Setting her hands onto her hips, she notices the bright pink hair in a middle of the yoga lesson. This place was a Trish Stratus thing, Logan couldn't handle it. She was going to faint..

Princess Buttercup - " Babe, are you okay?"

Opening her eyes, Logan jerks a bit with Buttercup in her face.

Logan Rocha - "I'm good, how are you doing?"

Princess Buttercup - "I'm doing good, thank you for asking. I just talked to that hunkalicious of a man; Jose, and he would be more then happy to have to talk to his class."

Narrowing her eyes, Logan breaths in; her nostrals flaring a bit.

Princess Buttercup - "Just a few minutes babe, you might like it."

Suddenly Logan turns her head slightly as a man in his late thirtes starts to walk up to the two. He wasn't ugly that was for sure.

Logan Rocha - "I don't have to do any type of Richard Simmons thing, right?"

The room filled with a laughter, and a hand slapped her back a bit; air was filling her collapsed lung within seconds.

Mark Deleon - "No, just give a few words. Here at Exercise Express we've had plenty of wrestling celebrities."

Logan Rocha - "Such as?"

Mark Deleon - "Stacy Keibler, Taylor Wilde, and recently Trish Stratus."

Logan rolls her eyes and sighs softly.

Logan Rocha - "Fucking great.."

Mark gives Logan a thumbs up only to recieve Logans tattoo'd middle finger. Shaking her head a bit, Logan watches as people do their little stretching; their bodies practically turning and arching roughly. Lifting an eyebrow, Logan moves to the front of the room where she coughs to grab the attention of the people.

Logan Rocha - " Does anyone watch wrestling? WWE, WCW?"

She watched as most of the hands raised into the air and giggles filled the room.

Shawntae Jones - " Chris Jericho makes me hot!"

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Ralyn Smith - " Jericho has nothing on those little cuties, ESNS Connection, those boys are finnne."

Logan Rocha - " Okay, I get the picture."

Vivica Elaine - "And Trish Stratus just recently came back!"

Within seconds the room was filled with cheers, looking over the heads of the women Logan glares at Buttercup who is flirting with Mark.

Logan Rocha - "So all of you are fans of Ms. Stratus. Thats cute, real cute. All of a sudden she is the flavor of the week. All of a sudden people want to BE Trish Stratus. Well the Trish Stratus flavor is getting a tad bit old. Sooner or later, you people are going to get tired of tasting the same old thing. Your going to want something a little bit more exciting. And Trish Stratus just isn't exciting. I am a solid opponent, I am the person Trish has to beat to get gold. And I'm not about to let anything happen; because that belt..IS MINE! You see ladies,  you may not like my style of promos and think what I do is lame and boring; but you know what I don’t give a damn what you all think bitch. Trish wants to prove that she still has it, and you all take her side. Sorry if I don’t come out here day after day bashing all the divas and saying I am this and that. I don't have to prove myself to the rest of the WCW roster, I already do that inside of the ring. Ladies, your darling Trish wants to sit there and call me nothing.."

Running her tongue along her top lip, Logan watches as the women lean forward to listen a little bit more.

Logan Rocha - " She wants to call me, nothing. But let me point something out. I am EVERYTHING she isn't. I have the wins..I have the talent, the speed, the SKILL that she doesn't. You people want to sit there and cheer on a loser, so be it. On Sunday I will be dominating that ring. She wants to destroy me? Thats nice Trish, real nice. But let me just say, I am better then Trish will EVER be.  I'm going to headline shows, I'm going to be bigger then such and such is, and I'm going to set records. That undying desire to be the best, that relentless drive to achieve your goal, it might be dressed up with rage, anger, bitterness, and every other volatile human emotion but at the heart of the matter is the hope defered and the dream that lingers on deep down inside of us all to be the headliner, the star, the show, the main event that we marvelled at in the 4th grade writing essay on only to be scoffed at by our school teachers. It didn't stop you. It never stopped you because you had a dream, you had imagination, you had wings, and you were determined to fly, so you hit the ground running, took off, and soared to brave new heights. It's damn near storybook. It's inspiration. It's Mickey Mouse sentimental. You want to talk about your dreams Trish, lets just say; their over."

Logan breaths in deeply as she feels herself become agressive over the thought of Trish ruining her dream. It wasn't going to happen like that, Logan would make sure of it. The women suddenly scrowl as Logan bashes their idol. Who the fuck cared? Logan sure as hell didn't..

Logan Rocha - "I can tell right now looking at this diva that she is NO match for Logan Rocha. Hell, I already beat her once. It's not even a challenge. It's a no-brainer as to who is going to win this Sunday. I am the drug for Trish's addiction. You see, she wants to get at me badly, how she plans on crushing my career with her silly little play by plays. Won't she be surprised when everything just turns around on her. I was the one who beat Trish on Nitro, because I was clever enough to cheat. She'll just have to get over the fact that she wasn't good enough. I was the one who walked out as the winner, I was the one who got the three count. NOT TRISH! But the difference is that fact that I'm actually NOT underestimating Trish. I see that she has some talent but not enough to beat the one and only Logan Rocha. The only way princess Stratus is going to beat me is if she have some assistance but according to everyone doll, you don't play those sorts of games. I guess it sucks that I do. You play the game well Trish, politically, but that's not going to save your ass against me so tear off all the sugar coating and get RAW. Like me. Be a bitch, be a badass, be a true DIVA. After Sunday, you'll still be facing jobbers as I'm getting my hands on the gold. I guess I only have one more thing to say to you Trish...bow down to greatness!"

Suddenly the group of women cry out in a rampage. Scrowling a bit, Logan brushes them off slightly until they start crowding around Trish Stratus's opponent. Oh this was good, getting attacked by groupies! Suddenly Mark and Princess Buttercup get in the middle of the group, pushing women away as Logan heads towards the doors she first walked in. Sunday was just a few days away, and she was getting very impatience.