>Io passed back through the curtain. The crowd was still at fever pitch roaring in celebration of her victory long after the match’s conclusion. Several fellow wrestlers as well as WWE management were waiting in gorilla position with big smiles and hands extended to congratulate her. Io exchanged pleasantries, handshakes, and even posed for a few photos. Another stellar performance in the books for “The Genius of the Sky”.
>Io made her way backstage towards the locker room to clean up after that very grueling and demanding main event. She had always prided herself on giving the fans the best match possible and tonight was no exception. She was adored and respected by everyone. Well, almost everyone. Io was about to open her locker when she heard a familiar voice.
>“Oh, wow! The Ace of NXT has graced me with her presence! What did I do to deserve this honor? It must be Christmas!” the voice said in a very mocking and condescending manner. Io knew immediately who it was as she turned to face her. There stood an orange haired gypsy staring back at her with a devilish smirk planted on her face. Gigi Fucking Dolin. Io was not in the mood for her usual teasing and bullying routine tonight.
>“Where are the other two? Even snakes must get bored of each other’s company after a while,” Io shot back. The sharp words did not seem to phase Gigi as she kept staring at Io, the wide smirk still plastered across her face.
>“Oh, they are taking care of other business, but this is a personal manner you see. Something I wanted to address to you myself.” Gigi replied.
>“What do you want?” Io said clearly annoyed.
