Micaiah Wilson didn't have any match lately, and while she still got her paychecks, to stay idle doing nothing made her feel restless. Perhaps she cared more about the actions in the ring rather than the payment itself, which sounded strange to her, considering that she always considered herself to be in for the money only.
Well, at the very least, nobody would bat an eye if they saw her strutting around the backstage wearing her skimpy wrestling outfit, and she felt more liberated this way as she showed off her body for all to see. Not that she cared whatever other people wanted, it's just how self-assured she was with her own body.
But, as she walked down the corridor, mulling over something, she somehow bumped into someone. Letting out an irritated 'tsk', she looked at the someone whom she bumped into, and she thought that this someone was the one who bumped into her.
"Watch where you're going, asshole..." she said in an irritated manner as she prepared herself to walk away, not giving this person any second thought.