Today was Sunday, which was also TLC. All women of Smackdown Live we're going to be apart of a no disqualification match. Which mean we can all use ladders, chairs, and tables. It was for Becky's title. You know damn well I'm going to win.
Seth had a match against Dean, nothing out of the ordinary. Seth and I flew from Iowa to TLC yesterday. We were currently in the hotel being lazy.
"I don't want to get up." Seth said through my hair. We were snuggled in bed. It was almost two in the afternoon.
"I don't either, but we have to be at the arena in an hour." I say. We both sigh as we get up. I walk to the bathroom to do my hygiene. I didn't feel like taking a shower, so I just picked out clothing and put it on.
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Seth and I both walk out and head to the car. Many paparazzi were standing outside. They were asking many questions like 'how's you marriage' and so on. We obviously both ignored them since we had to be there in less than twenty minutes.
"Finally they're so annoying." I say. Seth laughs and starts the car. I go in the car and scroll through Twitter. Many posts about Becky hating James Ellsworth. Same Becky same!
"So you have a match for the title?" Seth asks.
"Yeah."
"Tables, ladders and chairs are allowed?" He asks.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I don't know I'm just worried." He says.
"Don't worry I've been in hell in a cell, I think I'll be fine." I assure him. He looks at me then turns his attention back on the road. "Don't worry we've had many meeting on how to be safe." I tell Seth.
"Okay fine, but one bruise you'll see I told you so."
"Seth I'm obviously going to have a bruise." I say rolling my eyes. He parks and we get out. I grab my bags and he grabs his. I wave to all the screaming fans as I walk inside.
"Nikki!" Alexa says hugging me.
"Hey."
"I'm so excited, I wonder who's going to win." She says. Mr. McMahon wanted out match to be fate, so nobody knows who was going to win.
"Well then we can find out, I'm going to go change and I'll meet you in catering." I tell her. She was already dressed for her match.
"Hey Sandra." I tell the seamstress.
"Hey I'm guessing you came for your gear." I nod and she hands it to me.
