Here We Go. =) Its not much, I might get another one tomarrow. It was obvious that Logan Rocha had taken a leave of absense, but seriously..how long was it really going to be when she told WCW management it would be a few days. Obviously after sending threats, and comments to her; she would show up sooner or later. But still, lets focus on the facts here. Since joining WCW, the interesting diva still had an undefeated record. So it was smart to keep Logan on the cards, even if it was in dark matches. They were always good practice. But looking at the card, and seeing Logan's opponent would give anybody a stroke. Rainbow Pony. What..in the fuck was that.  Honestly. --- The room was lit only by the glow of the laptop that sat on the king size bed, the sheets hung off the sides. Suddenly the bedroom door gets thrown open and Logan Rocha walks with a juice box in one hand, and a red popsicle in the other. Crawling across the bed a bit, the blonde vixen curls up and finishes the cold stick of a treat and then leans on her stomach; reading articles online. Suddenly Logan's face goes white and she pushes her face closer to the screen, her blue eyes moving over the words. Logan Rocha - " Ohhh EMMM GEEEEEE, NOOOOO " As Logan yells in her room, her blue eyes filling with tears; the bathroom door suddenly swings open. Standing in the door frame is the newest addition of WCW Jezebel Peyton dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a "Fur is Dead" t-shirt. Her blue hair still wet and hanging in front of her face. Jezebel Peyton - " And what seems to be the problem? " Sniffling, Logan looks up at her friends. Logan Rocha - " Tay..Tay..Swift. and and and.." Sniffle. Logan Rocha - " Taylor Swift..and and Joe..Jonas..they they, ohhh god. " Rolling her eyes, Jezebel walks over to the side of the bed and reads over the article letting her friend compose herself. After finishing reading it, Jezebel looks at her friend in disgust. Jezebel Peyton - " Your stupid. So what if they broke up. Hurry up and get dressed, we have to go. " Sniffling again, Logan watches as Jez walks around the large bedroom and throws open the curtains; the beams of sunlight filling the room with light. Groaning softly, Logan slides out of her bed and slowly walks into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Jezebel sliding against the sheets and leaning against the pillows. Jezebel Peyton - " So are you ready for your match tomarrow night? " Her response? A simple grunt. Jezebel Peyton - " She is still your opponent, you have to always think that she could be better then you. " Suddenly the door swings open and Logan stands there with her hands on her slender hips, her spongebob bra and patrick panties the only thing covering her. Logan Rocha - " Look missy, I have my match under control. Do you really think that someone who wrestles by the name of Rainbow Pony is really going to beat me? She can go beat off a homeless man. But she wont beat ME. I have way to much experience then she will have in a life time. " Jezebel Peyton - " You don't know.." Logan Rocha - " I do know. When I step into that ring, I own it. She will realize it soon enough. " With that being said, Logan slams the door once again.