Part One... Is slightly heartbreaking

Zoe, pumped from earlier is usually on her game. Or somewhere close to it. But as she sits in the arena on a bench thinking over her words fro her promo she has a few other thoughts. More so one then another. Zoe looked at her bag. She leaned over and dug her hand into the bag. She pulled it back out, carrying her signature orange cell phone. She flipped it open. No new calls. A few messages. The usual. Zoe pressed a speed dial button and waitting as it began to ring. Zoe pulled her knees up to her chest, balancing herself on the bench. She played with her ring shoe as the voice on the other end picked up and answered with a curious hello. Zoe smiles slightly out of the side of her mouth.

Zoe Mason; Hey...

Matthew Stevenson; Oh Hey babe. How are you?

Zoe Mason; I'm alright, yourself?

Matthew Stevenson; I'm great, just finished signing papers for UKCW. What are you doing?

Zoe Mason; Oh...you know, just getting ready for my match against Melanie

Matthew Stevenson; Are you sure you're alright? You're not worrie about Melanie are you?

Zoe Mason; Come on, worried about Melanie. Not at all.

Matthew Stevenson; Then about us? Right?

Zoe goes silent for the moment and plays more with her shoe. She looks around the room, obvious that Matt can't see her actions.

Zoe Mason; Yea...I just can't believe you're actually going to do it.

Matthew Stevenson; You know that there's no place for me here.

Zoe Mason; I know we've been over this. It just...

Matthew Stevenson; It sucks, but we'll both be fine.

Zoe Mason; Yea...I'm sure it'll work out, I should go. I've got things to do. Sorry I called

Zoe snaps the phone shut without getting a responce from Matt. She was slightly mad, that someone she had been dating would just jump ship on her. It wasn't ever really a planned move, he just did it. Zoe tossed her phone back into her bag. She layed her head on her knees. She was stressed. Boys sucked. Maybe she should start dating men, maybe that would work better. She turned her head up. her chin now on her knees. She looked at the door, and the looked at hre titles. She smiled slightly. She knew what would make her feel better. Zoe stood up quickly, she grabbed her three titles in a bundle she walked out of the room and headed towards the ramp entrance. When she got there she assembled her titles, one on each shoulder and one around her waist. She walked up the little steps and looked back as her music began to play while the arena grew dark. It was her time to shine. Zoe put on a smirk and went.
"Crazy Bitch" played over the speakers as the light flashed blue and red. Zoe stepped out onto the ramp, the crowd giving a more mixed reaction now over a loud cheer. Zoe smirked still as she taunted with her titles before making her way towards the ring. Zoe gets down to the ring side where she slides two of her titles under the ropes. She then takes off her third one and slides it under the ropes. Zoe then places her right leg up onto the apron. She smiles back, hearing cat calls before she reaches up pulling herself up with the rope as she raises her left leg onto the apron as well. Zoe sits in the slips before she slides under the bottom rope, sliding through her hips. Zoe gets to a knee. She grabs two titles in one hand and one title in the other. She stands up raising all three in the air as the crowd gievs a louder cheeriong reaction after her flexability act. Zoe puts her titles on the ropes, hanging them for all to see as she is handed a mic. She raises it up as her music fades and the lights go back to their normal stage settings.

Zoe Mason; Tonight, Ladies and Gentleman, you all get the graces to see for teh very first time ever, A women's triple title diva! Astounding isn't it! And tonight that triple threat diva is going to be taking on Melanie Thomas. A huge Zero in this brand if you ask me, and rumour is folks, shes jumping to a different brand where shes going to try and make a name for her little self. Buuuut first before she does, I'll make sure to give her one hell of a good Genocide goodbye. But shes not the only one I'll be giving a goodbye to. Yes, sadly, my boyfriend of some x number of months will be leaving me as well for this UKCW brand. Part of me is pretty aggrovated by this, becuase I guess his career was much more important then our relationship. So I guess good ridance, so now this top diva is looking for some new Man in her life, who isn't a boy. The male fans cheer loudly as Zoe smiles and continues. I think I'll be able to find one sooner then later, but first tonight, Melanie. Last week your guard was down and I took your title. The moment you won it, I snatched it. And hell these people found it entertaining, as did I. So tonight, I'm going to finish the job and well kind of give you a Zoe Mason good luck wish while you leave this lovely place of Genocide creation, I'll make sure to have a nice glass of Pink Lemonade with your name on it when you exit those doors.  So take this last match as the last time you'll ever get to see my lovely face, and good luck in your future, hopefully you don't fail, because twice around would kinda suck. So Melanie this triple champ will see you in the ring later tonight for that last time in Genocide. Can't wait to break those dreams little miss Hardcore.  Oh wait, I already did. Zoe chuckles sly like into the mic. See you at the farewell party, I'll be the one kicking your ass.

Zoe smirks as her music starts, she drops the mic and picks up her titles holding them all up in a taunting motion. She slides out of the ring and carrys them all back up the ramp, the crowd cheering, and the boys cheering even louder for the now single and avaliable diva. She winks once and disapears behind the black curtain.

.the end.