Alexandra stormed into her locker room slamming the door. Deep inside of her a fire rage. An angry burn. She ran her fingers through her hair. What set her off? Well that should be clear to anyone with a set of eyes. She grabbed one of the metal folding chairs that had been in her locker room and threw it across the room. It knocked into the table, sending a cup of tea off of it which shattered on the floor. Alexandra stormed over to the counter where a mirror sat over it. The same place where she put make up on for her match. She stared at herself in the mirror, leaning on the chair in front of her.. She was on the edge of a very frayed rope. She screamed loudly, more anger than pain. Not really thinking at that moment, she put her fist through the mirror, hearing it shatter and crumble all over the counter and floor.

"Fuck!"