The pasture needed to be cut, mowed, burned..whatever you wanted to call it. The waves of the grass were taller then both Logan and Jezebel. But now that if you think about it, what were they doing in the middle of a farmers field? But here we are, Logan Rocha and Jezebel Peyton standing in the middle of a field, Logan dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red tank top with a black jacket, her "cowboy" boots were pulled over her jeans. Trying to get that farmer style. Jezebel stood next to her dressed in a police outfit; cuffs, gun, mase..the whole shabam. As the two walk through the grass, Logan looks at her friend and tries not to giggle.

Jezebel Peyton - " If you don't shut up, I'm going to hit you in your face. "

Logan Rocha - " You look so..authoritive. "

Jezebel Peyton " Suck my clit bitch. "

Logan giggles as they suddenly come up on a large house, a barn settled in the back a bit. Logan lifts an eyebrow and walks across the lawn of the house; towards the back. Glancing around, Logan pushes her way into the barn. Horses stood in their own stalls, eating in the little bags that are wrapped around their mouth. Licking her lips a bit, Logan suddenly comes across another horse; painted in rainbow colors. Blinking a few times, Logan stares at the horse.

Logan Rocha - " This is sick! Everyone is a fucking comedian. "

Setting her hands on her hips, Logan glances around before opening the tiny gate. Taking the colored horse by those rein things, she pulls the horse a little bit. Only to get nieghed at. Narrowing her bright blue eyes, Logan tries to pull again on the riens. Once again, the stubborn horse neighed. Didn't the stupid thing know she was trying to save it? Glancing around, she looks around and sees a barrel of apples. Who held that many apples, oh well. Walking over, Logan picks one up and holds it out to the horse. Watching the large animal step closer, Logan takes a few steps back towards the open doors.

" Just what in the hoot do you thing your doing, little lady?"

Blinking a couple of times, Logan turns around and sets her hands on her hips.

Logan Rocha - "What am I doing? What are YOU doing with a rainbow painted pony?"

Farmer John - "Its really none of your little business, but since you must now; I'm a huge fan of Rainbow Pony."

...Oh god, she couldn't breath. Taking in several deep breaths, Logan leans forward and glares at the man.

Logan Rocha - "I see.."

Farmer John - "I have a room full of her things! Also I love me some Stratusphere."

She was going to die right then and there.

Jezebel Peyton - "Sir, you have to realize this is very..unhealthy for the horse. "

Farmer John - "No it ain't! I've been doing this for years!"

Logan Rocha - "You like..Trish Stratus?!"

Farmer John nods and grips holds of his overall suspenders.

Farmer John - "Sure do darlin'. She a mighty fine woman!"

Logan Rocha - "I see. Do you not realize that Trish Stratus is a has been? Let me rephrase that. She has no talent. She is worthless in the ring! God, does nobody realize this?"

Farmer John - " Why can't you realize that she has more talent in her pinky finger then you do through your whole body? You could never --"

Logan Rocha - "Oh no you didn't farmer boy! Trish Stratus has NOTHING on me. I own that ring she is about to step into! I'm undefeated for christ sake! She could NEVER do anything I can. And tonight, just for your pleasure. I'll defeat that blonde hussy."

Farmer John - "You won't beat her!"

Logan Rocha - "Watch me old man. Just like last week, after I beat your precious pony. I'll beat Trish Stratus. I'll prove to you, that she is nothing compared to me. She will NEVER get ahold of that womens title while i'm here."

Jezebel suddenly pushes Logan out of the way, excusing the two as she keeps looking down at her cell phone clock. Fourty Seven minutes before Nitro began. It was time for Trish to come to a realization. She would never be as good as she once was. =)