Her match was just in the matter of hours, and yet her opponent still hadn't show up. How pathetic. Oh well, as long as she picked up the win. Walking down the silent hallway, Logan holds a turkey sandwich delicatly in her hands. She had been training most of the morning and early afternoon, and now it was time to get ready for the match later that night. Pushing her blonde hair away from her face, Logan begins to peel the crust off very carefully; her attention fully on the sandwich, but she mumbles about Stephanie McMahon.

Logan Rocha - " She has no chance against me. Just like Elena, her career was over way before it began.

And what if she shows up at the last minute, what are you going to do then?

Logan Rocha - " She wont. And trust me, if she does..She has no chance. I'll take her talentless ass to the dump. "

Your an idiot Logan, She has Triple H. She has people who have her back.

Logan Rocha - " Pssh. Triple H is nothing. I'll take him down too. "

Giggling, Logan suddenly moves around the corner; a decrusted sandwich in one hand, the crusts in the other. Looking around innocently, the tattoo'd beauty moves over to a table and sits on top of it. Her attention still on the sandwich as she tears a piece off and nibbles on it a bit.

Logan Rocha - " How can somebody possibly think they have talent, Stephanie has NONE and she's getting in the ring. "

She has her father darling, you know that.

Logan Rocha - " Please, thats pathetic. Wait until tonight, I'll show her daddy what a loser she is. "

Voice - " Excuse me? "

Turning her head suddenly, Logan turns a deep red as she looks up. Fuck.

Logan Rocha - " I.. I was just..talking to myself. "

Explaing the situation to the person made her turn a deeper red.