"You are starting this Sunday, on Sunday Night Heat," replied Eric, Raw General Manager.
"All right, I can�t wait till I get in the ring."
"And I am sure you are going to impress me. You know your storyline and go out there tomorrow and impress them all."
Michelle nodded and then walked away. As she went away she heard Eric yelled, "Love you hair." Michelle was so happy she was going to be doing what she loved to do and that was wrestle.
"How was it?" asked Michelle�s boyfriend, Miguel who was leaning against his car.
"It was great! I am going to start tomorrow! I am so happy!" she said as she went over to her boyfriend and kissed him. "I thought you weren�t going to be here."
Miguel kissed her, hugged her and said, "Now why wouldn�t I?"
Michelle laughed and replied by saying, "I love you, Miguel. You are always there for me."
"Yup. And you can make it up to me by going to dinner tonight."
"How would I say no?" said Michelle.
That night Miguel and Michelle went to dinner and had dinner and their almost broken relationship got all better.
"Mary, have you seen my shirt?" asked Michelle.
"You have it on," replied Mary.
"No, my shirt with my name in it."
"Oh, its in your bag, up in your room. And um�your hair paint is getting all over your face."
"Augh! Stupid hair paint."
Mary laughed and said, "Your hair matches your outfit. Its Aqua Blue! And you should really learn how to dye your hair."
Michelle was wearing an aqua tank top with black baggy pants, her hair was loose and it was wavy.
"Yes, yes, Mary. I don�t know how much you had told me that. Well I got to go."
"Bye, Michelle, best of luck."
"Bye, Mary. Watch me."
"I will."
Michelle drove all the way into the arena and then once she got there she noticed that she was 20 minutes late.
"Shit, I�m late."
Michelle didn�t watch where she was going and she bumped into Trish. Michelle fell to the ground and then Trish saw and helped her up.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. Thanks," replied Michelle.
"I am Trish Stratus."
"I am Michelle."
"Nice to meet you and um�you got aqua blue paint in your face."
"Yeah, I know. I have to clean up. Oh, and um�you got paint in your arm. Sorry about that, I did it."
"No, its all right," said Trish as she looked at her arm