" She waaalk like a boss, taalllk like a boss "

Logan Rocha's voice rang out, filling the room with a high pitched singing voice; it was a good thing she didn't sing for a living. Standing at the bottom of the stairs of her home, she suddenly becomes quiet as she notices her little brother sitting on the large white leather sofa, his attention focused on the television in front of him. Running her tongue along her top lip, Logan looks around and see's the suitcases next to the door.

Logan Rocha - " Did you move out or something? "

Apollo Rocha - " Naw, Mom wanted to visit.."

Logan groans and tugs the rubberband out of her long blonde hair. It wasn't the fact that her mother hated the career choice Logan had chosen, it was more like..Logan was tired of hearing about how her tattoo's never reflected her beauty, her scars from wrestling made her unpresentable for a steady job. Just thinking about it was giving her a headache. Pushing herself off of the stairs, Logan cautiously moves across the living room and into the doorway of her large kitchen. She looked at the older woman who now sat near the window with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Stella Rocha - " Its about time you woke up..'

Logan Rocha - " Its only like..twelve. "

Stella Rocha - " Half the day is already spent, your dad says hello. "

Logan rolls her eyes slightly and leans up against one of the counters, her eyes fixed on the back of her mothers head.

Logan Rocha - " I won my first match in WCW.."

Stella Rocha - " Oh Logan, you know I dont care. I have no intention of ever caring either..you know your so much better then that sweaty, bruising life style. "

Breathing in softly, Logan nods and looks at the bright orange toenail polish that was freshly applied at two in the morning. Shaking her head a bit, Logan pushes herself off the counter and moves into the living room once again where her brother is now talking on the cell phone, holding one hand up to stop her.

Apollo Rocha - " Hey bitch, Do me a favor? "

Logan Rocha - " Which would be?? "

Apollo Rocha - " You have another match on Nitro..Some of my friends are going to a small coffee shop, they want you to go. "

Logan Rocha - " Apollo, are you gay? "

Logan crosses her arms and lifts an eyebrow.

Apollo Rocha - " Hell to the no. I am broading my horizens in life. "

Logan looks at the semi-built teenager and covers her mouth, trying not to laugh at him. Running her fingers through her long blonde hair, she heads back up stairs humming the rest of " Miss Independent " by Ne-Yo. Maybe getting away from her mother would make her focus more on the match she had.

...

She hated her little brother, and would kill him when they got back to her house. Taking a deep breath, Logan Rocha stands in the middle of the large doorway that connected to the " Open Range " coffee shop. Running a hand along her face, Logan tries hard not to look so..pissed. Her blue eyes flared as she watched her little brother struggle through the crowd, towards a group of friends who obviously held pens and pieces of paper in their hand. She hated fans, okay..hate was a strong word. But being stalked wasn't something she liked..Shaking her head a bit, the blonde vixen makes her way through the crowd, following her brother. Once reaching the group he's standing with, she instantly leans up against the wall and watches as people walk past and listen to the people speak as they stand on stage.

Boy on Stage - " Her lips make my hands shake, her touch is like fire.."

She was going to kill herself, breathing in deeply; Logan glances up at the boy who is still talking.

Boy on Stage - " Her breath makes me weak, her attitude electric. How do I ever tell her I love her? "

Crossing her arms across her chest, Logan shakes her head in pity. The boy was COMPLETELY making an idiot out of himself. She just couldn't watch it.

Apollo Rocha - " So how do you like it? "

Logan Rocha - " You're a bitch. "

She looks at him and shakes her head, her arms still crossed.

Apollo Rocha - " Actually..I've arranged it so you could sorta like..talk to everyone. "

Logan Rocha - " No..You, my dear little brother..you are what the world calls a dickhead. "

Apollo Rocha - " It wont even take ten minutes. "

And the suddenly..people were snapping their fingers. Blinking in astonishment, the blonde wrestler smacks her forehead and starts pulling her body towards the door. She was leaving. She wasn't about to be snapped at. But with a sudden quickness, Apollo had her by the elbow and basically threw her up against the stairs, climbing them with a speed trying not to fall. Oh this was great, strike three. Within seconds she had people staring up at her like she was stupid. Deep breaths Logan, Deep Breaths.. Wiggling her fingers behind her back a bit, Logan turns and moves towards the stairs where she is suddenly blocked off. Bastards were keeping her captive..Biting down on her lip, Logan slowly moves back towards the middle of the stage where she runs her fingers nervously through her hair.

Logan Rocha - " Tonight ladies and gentlemen, i'm going to change it up. I'm not going to tell you how much of a loser I am because I can't tell someone I care. Because thats really as gay as it gets. You see, tomarrow night..when all of you are sitting back on the couch, eating fatty foods and drinking beer. I will be busting my ass to prove that I can handle the lifestyle of a wrestler. So tomarrow night, I have yet another dark match against the one and only, Stephanie McMahon. The princess, the spoiled bitch. Lets make one thing clear people, Stephanie McMahon can't beat me. She can't out talk me, She can't out wrestle me. So when I step into the ring tomarrow night, nobody should be surprised when I DOMINATE; just like I dominated Elena Sanchez. But Elena Sanchez is nothing but a joke. Popping kids out is the only thing the woman is good for. "

Logan pushes her blonde hair away from her face, ignoring the glares she is recieving from the crowd, the ones who obviously liked the McMahon.

Logan Rocha - " Its time for Stephanie to have a reality check. She needs to understand that daddy isn't here to help her out. And that the man she is with, Triple H, can't do a damn thing to help her either. I guess it sucks for Ms. McMahon, the fact that she has to go solo now. THe fact that she has to lose on her own, the fact that she has NOBODY to push her along. Tomarrow night on Nitro, The world is going to see what its like to lose. The fans of Stephanie McMahon are going to cry mercy. Because I don't play games anymore. "

And then, there was snapping.