"He's looking for you, Kat."
"Shut up."
The match is over, and just as expected, Pierro had beaten Anderson's ass and handed it to him.
The crowd was feral, and it was unlike anything I've seen before. As the crowd dissipates, chattering excitedly, and retelling their highlights for the night, I grab Diana's hand and make a beeline for the crowded entrance.
I don't know what caused Pierro to single me out from the crowd, but I can't be caught dead on camera with him. Maryann would think I went up to him personally and requested an interview.
It would ruin a lot of things.
I wouldn't get promoted.
"Excuse me. Ladies," he calls, and starts jogging up to us. Before Diana can say anything, I tighten my hold around her wrist, and plunge myself deep into the sea of men, knocked from side
