Who's The Heel?

"Of all the complete asinine - UGH!" Courtney growled as she slammed her fist against the counter in her dressing room. "How can they do this to me?! I'm The Face of this little farce of theirs, and have been for five years, and now their making me a freaking Heel to be replaced by that little talentless bitch! It's bad enough they had me lose my title tonight to her!"

As Courtney replayed the meeting she had had with The Manager of the pro wrestling company she worked for, her personal manager, and her newest rival Vanessa, the more angrier she had gotten. She had more experience and talent then this upstart, and they wanted her to play the villain after five years of being a hero?!

"Courtney, Sweetheart! People love an underdog story just as much as people love the tale of a tragic villain." The Owner had said, "We'll reform you after a decade or so, but you'll have to play Heel until then."

"Well, if they want me to be The Heel, I'll give them a Heel..." Courtney growled.

"The Face of The Women's Federation of Championship Wrestling!" Vanessa said with a laugh. "They actually chose me to be The Face instead of keeping that pathetic has been! As they should have."

Vanessa stepped out of the shower as the events from the meeting replayed in her mind. "'But I've been The Face of This company for five years, Janet! You just can't give the championship title away to an upstart with no talent!'." She said mockingly, repeating Courtney's own words in the mirror as she stood dripping wet and naked before it. Holding up The Championship Belt, she smugly said, "Well I have enough talent to earn this, don't I?"

Vanessa laughed as she reached for her towel... Her laugh slowly dying as she didn't feel it. Looking around, Vanessa noticed her bathroom was now empty of all towels, rags, her robe, and even the toilet paper.

"What the hell...?" Vanessa muttered as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her dressing room. Her eyes went wide as she saw her bed had been stripped of her sheets and pillows. "What the hell?"

A bad feeling coming to the pit of her stomach, Vanessa raced over to her closet and threw the doors open. Sure enough, all her clothes were gone. Not even a pair of socks were left!

"What the hell?!" Vanessa shouted, "Where are my clothes?!"

Turning around Vanessa went to her purse and dug through it... Only to gasp in horror at her missing phone. "Where's my phone?!"

Vanessa looked around again before noticing a note on the door, pulling it off and reading it.

"Hey, Nessa! Congrats on becoming the new Face of WFCW! You wear that belt so well. So much so, that I thought that it should be the only thing you should wear. Good luck getting back to your hotel without being seen. Oh, and I should probably warn you that outside the arena is going to be flooded with paparazzi, so I'd take extra caution not to have nudes ending up online if I were you. Sorry, I wouldn't normally do something like this but... Hey! Heel, remember? >:) With Love, Courtney."

A wave of anger, horror, and humiliation washed over Vanessa's body...