 Wowza!
Her struggle out of the trunk would have been almost graceful had her foot not caught with someone else's. Manuela Chiari quite literally, in the end, stumbled out, landed nearly face first and rolled back on her feet.
Nailed it. At bruising her admittedly fragile ego, anyway.
Moxley was already going her thing, and The Williams Entity were also doing their twin thing that frankly gave her the creeps, and Manuela busied herself with dusting off her kneecaps and pretending one the heels of her hands hadn't been scraped.
She looked around, was very quick to reach conclusions, as always.
To herself, she said: "Yay. Mayo and bread. Or on bread. Same difference." Then to Jordan and his friends. She wagged her index finger at him. "Jordan, please. We went German over American. That should've been your first sign."
Kyle Baker was asking stupid questions, but who was she to point that out, anyway? Everyone was entitled to stupidity, it being a free country and all. She supposed there was also some sort of loyalty at play, too; fifth year Horned Serpent privilege and whatnot.
...Where were Deo and Harley and the rest???
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