Eva Marie

You had begun to think that everyone that would show up was already accounted for when you see the fiery red hair of the WWE Diva known as Eva Marie walk into your lobby.

And while professionally you had to maintain a sense of decorum, you can't help but feel your blood start to boil as the wrestling fan in you laments the fact that she is even here.

"This isn't going to be easy," you tell yourself as you see her and her husband walking up to your desk, seeing her totally and completely distracted by her phone as her husband does all the talking for the both of them.

"Dumb bitch doesn't even know I'm alive," you say to yourself through clenched teeth as her husband thanks you for your hospitality and quickly ushers them up to their room, Eva having not even lifted her head one time to say hi to you.

"I have a whole staff here that does everything I tell them to," you whisper to yourself as you watch her tight ass bounce in the tight pair of blue jeans she is in, remembering how hot her tits looked in the tight white shirt she was wearing.

And it was at that minute that you knew you'd be seeing her again, because someone had to bring her down a notch or two, and it was damn sure going to be you.