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Amy insisted that she drive since she had recently moved to North Carolina and would be a lot better at handling the directions. I didn't argue with her about it. As we rode along, I was impressed with the knowledge Amy already had for the business. She had a ton of notebooks full of ideas that she jotted down at random about wrestling moves, angles, characters and so on. She was very intelligent when it came to professional wrestling. "So Amy, why did you dye your hair?" I asked while looking over some of her notes. "Well," inhaling deeply, "I didn't want to get typecast as a 'Blonde Bombshell,'" she replied with finger quotes. "There are already enough blondes in sports entertainment, Debra, Tori, Torrie Wilson, Miss Hancock, Terri, and Tammy Lynn Sytch, and the biggest recent female star was Sable. I figured that dying my hair would set me apart from the pack."
"You know, that actually was a pretty good idea. It may even help me in my quest to come up with a name for you." As the sun slowly fell from the sky, Amy suddenly pulled the car off to the side of the road and stopped. "What's up?" I asked her with a quizzical expression on my face.