Green was the color for the day. Dressed in a bright sundress with a yellow flower in her hair the woman known to the world as Beth Phoenix stood within in a crowded line. She was at a Starbucks in her hometown attempting to get a morning boost, but the line seemed to be going nowhere. The line wasn’t moving because the male customer at the very front was too busy trying to courting the lady who worked the register. The guy in front of her was dressed in a business suit, but he was huge, Big Show-like with much more fat. This made it hard for her to see around him. Then there was the guy behind her who looked like a bum and couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass. He smelled like old cheese and this made her sick to the stomach. Turning her attention to the nearest table there were three women sitting enjoying themselves. Each one of them looked completely identical to Elizabeth, but none of them acted anything like her.

Kocianski: Fat arse.

The British accent was loud and clear, but it was only heard by one person.

Elizabeth: Be nice, warrior princess.

The overly large man turned to see what she had just said, but she shook her head as if it was nothing.

Bethany Caroline: I think big people are beautiful. We all need love and have love to give. They just have a little more than others.

The gentle voice of the innocent one was cut off.

Kocianski: Vicki Guerrero is a fat arse as well. Her daughter will be the same very soon.

Beth Phoenix: She is a pathetic excuse for a next generation wrestler. She will be destroyed at my hands.

The wrestling persona of Elizabeth was determined at all times.

Elizabeth: Yuck.

The odor of the man from behind her crept into her nostrils.

Kocianski: Stanky arse. Smells like a bloody pig!

Bethany Caroline: Pee-yew! More like a sewer. Mother Nature what is that?

Beth Phoenix: I put my opponent’s careers in the sewer. Diaz will drown in shit.

Elizabeth turned around and spoke to the foul smelling man.

Elizabeth: Excuse me. Do you mind?

The man looked taken back and stepped off some to give her a little space. The line was finally moving and Elizabeth was relieved when it was finally her turn. The girl at the register seemed agitated and spoke with an attitude.

Elizabeth: May I have a white mocha cappuccino.

Register Girl: That will be $10.52.

Elizabeth: Excuse me?

Similar to how Vicki would say it Elizabeth was amazed at the outrageous price.

Register Girl: Did I stutter?

Kocainski: Skinny wanch, is it shat in gold or something?

Bethany Caroline: You need more natural energy. Try a banana.

Beth Phoenix: You should donate that cash to the rookie’s hospital bill, because after I’m done with here she will be a resident there for a very long time.

Elizabeth was fed up and snapped; now full of “natural energy” she pointed a finger in the face of the girl.

Elizabeth: You know what!

The man behind her had got very close and whispered "Excuse me" into her ear. she jumped away quickly and looked provoked. The three personas were laughing hysterically. Elizabeth was red , but she thought about it for a minute and decided to channel her aggression for her match later.

Elizabeth: Just forget it.

She didn’t order a thing, she didn't attack anyone, she simply got out of the line, exiting the building, leaving her three alter egos behind. For the moment…

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