Day In The Life

11:00 AM.

Brian Kendrick's small beach house in California. Kendrick was not present and this had been the case in sometime. But his valet was. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels could be found laying next to the couch she was spread out on. She was completely off in slumber land. A coffee table had a few blu-ray cases strew about and despite the blinds being pulled open behind her, the burning California on full display, Tiffany still snored away. The blond was wearing a pink bath robe, an old black, Midnight Gang tank-top and a pair of golden hot pants. For reasons beyond a normal minds comprehension, she also had on a pair of dark sunglasses and a knee high pair of white gogo boots. The television in front of her was only blaring black and white static, fairly loudly. But it still was not enough to stir her back to a conscious state. Most of her wavy and messy blond hair fell in front of her face and she looked fairly peaceful. Or she would if she wasn't snoring like a freight train. 

| Camera Man | ..Uh..hey..uh..Tiffany?

She produced a type of mumbling, half coherent sound.

| Camera Man | You have a match this week. Uh. In Utah.

| Tiffany | ..Pft..

Tiffany half scoffed and rolled over onto her side. She spoke in a sleepy voice with her face stuffed in a pillow.

| Tiffany | ..Yeah..right. I don't wrestle.

| Camera Man |  Ah. No. Really. Queen of The Ring. First around. Against Raquel Diaz.

Tiffany slowly rolled up to a sitting position and lowered her sunglasses.

| Tiffany | Seriously?

| Camera Man | ..Uh..yeah.

She threw her sunglasses aside and made a whining sound.

| Tiffany | Why do I have to wrestle foooorrrr?

| Camera Man | You're a wrestler?

| Tiffany | Bullshit! I'm not here to wrestle! Brian said all I have to do is walk around and look pretty. And occasionally hit someone over the head with something. Not wrestle..people. 

Tiffany cleared her throat and almost instantly coughed up a large amount of gold glitter onto the floor.

| Tiffany | GACK!

11: 15 AM.

Tiffany sat on her couch, halfheartedly  lifting a pair of five pound weights. They were pink, plastic and looked as though they were designed for children.

| Camera Man | ..What are you doing?

| Tiffany | Weight training. Who am I wrestling again?

| Camera Man | Raquel Diaz.

| Tiffany | And which one is she again?

| Camera Man | She is the daughter of Eddie and Vickie Guererro.

The lone remaining member of The Midnight Gang allowed this to slowly sink in.

| Tiffany | "EXCUSE ME!!" Ha ha! I love that chick! She's so funny. "EXCUSE ME!!" ..Could you get me a cheese sandwich?

| Camera Man | Well, I mean, I'm not really--

| Tiffany | ASSHOLE! Did I LET you in here or did you BREAK IN?

| Camera Man | The door was wide--

| Tiffany | If Brian wasn't dead he would be SO PISSED OFF that you just waltzed in here!

| Camera Man | He isn't dead and--

| Tiffany | GOOOOOOOOO!

The camera's lens bounced around as it quickly rushed into the kitchen.

11:20 AM.

Tiffany was shown sitting on her couch and lightly nibbling on the cheese sandwich that had been prepared for her.

11: 45 AM.

| Tiffany | You see this..

Tiffany was now standing by mostly empty, brown dresser that was collecting cobwebs. It was doubtful that Kendrick did much cleaning and Tiffany certainly never tidied up. The blonde held a photograph in her hands.

| Tiffany | ..means a lot to me.

She turned the picture towards the camera. It was an 8x10 of Brian Kendrick with an autograph on it. The camera panned in a little closer to read it while Tiffany sighed wistfully. 

| Tiffany | I still miss him. I also miss his drugs.

| Camera Man | Have you actually ever read this?

| Tiffany | Yeah I've read it!

She turned the autograph back towards her own vision and squinted her eyes. It actually read "I hate you. Please die. xOxO. Love, Brian Kendrick." Her hands began to crumple up the autograph while her face scrunched up in displeasure. 

| Tiffany | ..That no good MOTHER FU--

12: 15 AM

Now in the small dining room area, which featured a ton of messy dishes piled into the sink, Tiffany was seated at a table and enjoying a bowl of bright colored cereal.

| Tiffany | WHY do I have to wrestle again?

| Camera Man | It's for The Queen of The Ring. If you win you get a Women's Title match.

| Tiffany | Ugh. So if I win once I have to wrestle more?

| Camera Man | It's a tournament so yes.

| Tiffany | Who am I wrestling again?

| Camera Man |  ...Raquel Diaz...

The male camera's man voice was somewhat exasperated. This was about the fifth time he had told her.

| Tiffany | And which one is that?

| Camera Man |  She spent time in FCW. WWE's developmental territory.

| Tiffany | Oh yeah. I remember that place. "Training". Ha. Yeah right. I got called up because I'm hot. And then I met Drew McIntyre..

Her face began to darken as she glowered with anger.

| Tiffany | That rotten bastard. Stupid..Scottish..BALL LICKER. Oh, I'm not good enough for him? Well, have fun main-eventing SUPERSTARS. Stupid, Scottish, asshole. I couldn't understand half the things he said anyway. ..Who am I wrestling again?!

The camera man wanted to quickly get her attention away from her ex-husband as it seemed to agitate her very much.

| Camera Man | Maybe you should look her up on the internet?

12:30 AM.

Tiffany was back on the couch with an open laptop resting just under her stomach. She blankly made a few keystrokes.

| Tiffany | ..Used to sing..blah, blah, blah..went to college..blah, blah, blah..does all her Dad's stuff..blah, blah, blah..

| Camera Man | She's sort of a big prospect. A lot of people think she has a lot of poten--

| Tiffany | SHE LOOK LIKE A DUMB BITCH.

There was some silence. The camera man was probably stunned by Tiffany's awful use of grammar.

12: 45 AM.

Tiffany was positioned on the couch again, lazily lifting her weights once more.

| Tiffany | Weight training. She looks kind of thick. She probably weighs like..250 pounds. I need to pack on some muscle. This..

Feebly, she tried to lift one of the weights again before tossing them aside, causing a crash in the direction they were thrown.

| Tiffany | ..is STUPID. I was a cheerleader. Not a..weight..lifter..person. Where is Paul?

| Camera Man | He was injured at the pay per view. He hurt his neck.

| Tiffany | I don't have to dress like I'm from the 1940's anymore?!

She looked to the heavens and mouthed "thank you God."

| Camera Man | ..You aren't..concerned with his well being? He could be out for awhile.

Setting up perfectly straight she gasped loudly.

| Tiffany | ..I..LOVE THIS EPISODE.

Tiffany inched closer to the seat of her couch to stare at the television and an old rerun of "Roseanne."

| Tiffany | Oh my god. Fat broads are always so funny. "DAAAAAAAAN!"

1: 00 PM.

Having removed her bath-robe, finally, Tiffany stood on the wooden balcony of the beach house. Wind blew through her hair as she stared off at the waves crashing on the beach.

| Camera Man | So..you think you're going to win..because..more people know who you are?

| Tiffany | Duh.

| Camera Man | And because you've been on television more?

| Tiffany | Uh. Yeah. No one knows who "Raquel Diaz" is. I've done stuff. I've been on pay per views. I helped tie people up and helped almost set people on fire. When Wes Ikeda and Chris Jericho got jumped and beat up I was there. And I think I kicked Jericho one time. And I have also won a match. It was a six man tag and my team won. And I looked really hot. And all that crazy stuff Brian used to do? I was there. I smacked John Cena this one time. Cause I ain't never scared? Has Raquel Diaz ever been a part of anything cool? Nope. She has a famous Mommy and Daddy and that's all. That little ho would NEVER have fit in with The Midnight Gang. She has..ugh..morals..

Tiffany held up a palm as an idea had sprung into her head.

| Tiffany | And you know what? If you put the both of us in a room, I bet more people would ask for my autograph. I'll prove it. HEY!

She leaned over the balcony and shouted across the beach at a pair of bikini clad girls in the distance. The camera panned closer to them as they looked in the direction of the shouting in confusion.

| Tiffany | COME GET MY AUTOGRAPH YOU BITCHES! RAQUEL DIAZ CAN SUCK A FAT OOOOOOOONE!

1: 30 PM

Very loud music was blaring from a stereo as Tiffany danced in the middle of the room with all the grace of a three legged gazelle. Loud rap music, "Martians vs Goblins" by The Game.

| Tiffany | Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang, Kidnap a vampire and drain all of his fuckin' veins, Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestine's for the strings, snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin' train.

| Camera Man | So your match, uh..

The camera tried to speak over the music which only proved to annoy the diva.

| Tiffany | SHUT UP! I'M HAVING A DANCE PARTY!

2: 00 PM.

After enduring that for half an hour, the camera watched Tiffany as she slumped onto the couch and sipped a bottle of water.

| Tiffany | Ah. Dance party.

| Camera Man | Do you have any parting words for your opponent?'

After getting a splitting head ache from spending so much time around Tiffany, it was clear that he was ready to go. Tiffany sat up and pointed at the camera.

Tiffany: Raquel. You a stupid ho. And I don't even know you. Or what your voice sounds like. I just saw your dumb little picture on the website. And I don't like you. So I'm going to carry on The Midnight Gang tradition and claw your eyes out. Or..stomp on your face until you don't have a face. Or tie up your dog to a ring post and it or something. Something Brian would do. So yeah. Get ready for that. PERIOD FACE.

Tiffany flashed some kind of odd little gang sign and eased back onto the couch and began to paint her nails a flashy, gaudy color. She slowly glanced up towards the camera man.

Tiffany: ..Can I have another cheese sandwich before you go?