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Summer walked down the hallways of the arena, passing by several backstage crew while searching for her besties. Her face lit up when she spotted Eva Marie's absurdly bright red hair from across the room. Eva practically stuck out like a highlighter making it very easy to spot her in a crowd.
Summer sauntered over towards them with one of the Women's tag titles over her shoulder. Sasha leaned against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest, she was in the middle of talking to Eva. Sasha still rocked her ridiculous pair of designer protective goggles. Her eye was surely better by now, but Sasha refused to take them off when Alexa Bliss was anywhere near.
Summer: Hey boo's!
Summer called out to them. Both turned their attention to Summer and gave her a look.
Sasha: Where have you been?
Eva: We called you, we texted you, we even left a voice mail. We even facebooked and tweeted you. You didn't even answer our snapchat!
Sasha: Yeah, like what the hell?
Summer held her hand up and rolled her eyes.
Summer: Chill BAE's. I had a little shoe crisis and had to take care of it. What's the big deal?
Sasha: You have a match tonight.
Eva: Yeah, we tried to tell you.
Summer: I know I do, against good ol' "take me out back and shoot me already", Whorrie Wilson.
Summer basically smacked mindlessly on a piece of gum, obviously not worried about her opponent at all.
Summer: Pretty sure that she'd break a hip fighting me and Torrie can't afford that. Not these days, times are tough. Breaking a hip at the age she is... she just might not ever recover from that.
Summer pretended to feel sorry for Torrie and snickered to herself.
Summer: I mean, she must be high risk for injury now days. I wonder if the EBWF really wants to keep pushing the golden hag. I think they might as well slap retired across her forehead and call it a day. It's bound to happen sooner or later. Besides, she's got nothing on me. I've got legs for days. She's got... nothing. She's short and... frumpy.
Sasha: That's true, Summer IS taller. That will totally work in her flavor!
Summer simply nodded along and patted Sasha on the shoulder instead of correcting her.
Summer: Exactly. It will all work out in my "flavor"... I got this! Now let's go find us some cute backstage boys to carry in all our luggage before my match.
Eva: That sounds dope!
Sasha: Deal!
Summer smiled at her ride or dies and they locked arms with each other. The mean girls walked down the hall together as the scene ended.
