.:†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.