Former Chick Buster Kaitlyn stood in a long and mysterious hallway where a series of doors could be seen behind her.
Kaitlyn: I realized something today. A.J. has gotten farther than I have in EBWF because of one reason. She has a more identifiable personality. ..Uhm..identifiable to crazy people but still. I haven't been recognizable on my own yet. But today I'm going to fix all that! I'm going to go out there and find myself something the audience can latch onto!
Kaitlyn nodded in agreement with her own words and began to walk through the hallway. She stopped at a door which was covered in platinum ice and what appeared to be bullet holes. She opened the door and JTG was standing behind it. He showed off his icey fronts and held out a sparkling platinum necklace. There was a loud beat playing behind him that shook the floor.
JTG: SWAG.
Kaitlyn: Oh hey there, JTG. Do you think you could help me find a personality that would help me connect with our audience better?
JTG: BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL. BALL.
Kaitlyn: ..Is that a yes?
JTG: Girl, you remind me of my bimmer.
Kaitlyn: I..remind you of a car?
JTG: A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater. You're ignition, baby girl, I'm trying to key it. And your headlights are off, I'm tryin' to see 'em.
Kaitlyn: Did you just call me a CAR that you want to have sex with?
JTG: 2-CHAAAAAAAAAINZ!
Kaitlyn: OK, thank you for your time, JTG.
Kaitlyn quickly closed the door and squinted her eyes. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened. She continued through the hall and came to a door with a drawing of a pink kitten with a huge, anime smiley face stamped onto it and a few butterflies.
Kaitlyn: I wonder...
She opened the door and Taylor Wilde stood before her. She wore a pink, bunny hoodie and looked to be standing in a field full of colorful flowers.
Kaitlyn: Wow, how is this even possible?
Kaitlyn tried to look around the cheerful blond who took her by the wrist
Taylor Wilde: WE'RE FRIENDS NOW! We're having soft taco's later.
Kaitlyn: Err...
She tired to tug her hand away but had very little luck.
Kailtyn: Heeeey. Taylor. I'm trying to...uh...get the audience to cheer really loud for me. Do you think you can help?
Taylor Wilde: Yeppers! I sure can! All you have to have is CUPCAKES! And balloons! And party streamers! AND CUPCAKES! And sunshine! And lot's of happy people! AND-
Kaitlyn: Is that a PONY over there?!
Taylor Wilde: WHERE?!
Kaitlyn quickly slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it.
Kaitlyn: Whew...
Kailtyn headed to the next door and pulled it open. It looked like a grocery store inside. She was as confused as the viewer probably was. She spotted a familiar face ringing out customers.
Kaitlyn: Madison?
It was Madison Rayne. When A.J. and Kaitlyn entered the EBWF they were Madison's lackies until they stood up to her and beat her in a match to terminate her contract.
Kaitlyn: U-Uh. Heeeey. I see you're doing well.
Madison Rayne: I'm doing WELL?!? I'm working at a grocery store because of you! YOU. LITTLE. BIIIIIIIIIIII-
Madison's trademark shrill voice was cut-off as Kaitlyn swiftly shut that door as well.
Kaitlyn: Man, if this last door doesn't give me an answer I just don't know what I'm going to do...
The final door was opened and meditative trance music could be heard from inside of it. Stoner/Hippie/Diva Daizee Haze sat in a yoga pose with her eyes closed. The blond slowly began to speak.
Daizee Haze: Look inside yourself. It's all karma. Seek your inner truth for answers, dude.
The door mystically shut itself. Kaitlyn was left scratching her head.
Kaitlyn: I have no clue what to make from th-
The Coach: Hi Kaitlyn.
The sudden appearance of The Coach startled Kaitlyn and she shouted before violently spearing him into the ground. The Coach rolled around in pain before Kaitlyn's eyes turned bright.
Kaitlyn: I've GOT IT! Spearing people! That's what I'll do! EVERYONE who does The Spear is cool! I'm going to win this Battle Royal!
Kaitlyn left the hallway with a new found sense of purpose.
The Coach: I think I'm bleeding inside of my chest...
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