For The Better

Part 2

Paige and James Ellsworth had just made it backstage in a mission for the British woman to kick the chinless man out of the arena after she fired him.

The chuckles continued as the audience watched this all happen. They were beyond relieved that this man would no longer stand around as an idiot. If anyone could stand him at all, the amount of people would be unsurprisingly null. Well, saying that no one could stand him was an understatement.

Paige, who was smiling out of pure amusement once again pushed James forward. She had been enjoying her actions to him more than anyone else had, at least that was what the author assumed, judging by the British woman's expression.

Anyway, Paige continued to shove him every fifteen seconds to get him on the move out of the arena. She was anxious to get to the door so that she could deliver her big move to the chinless wrestler.

They passed by a few producers backstage who guffawed at the sight of the raven-haired British GM shoving James forward as she followed close in pursuit. It had been nothing but amusing for the producers.

After that, Paige and James passed by Becky Lynch, Charlotte, Naomi, and Asuka. The four women didn't hold back their giggles. It was something beyond hilarious for them to imagine James being kicked out in the fashion that the young British woman was putting him through. For them, it was like karma coming for James after he repeatedly tried to cost them a lot of their matches, let alone title wins.

For Paige, it wasn't just her hands that were getting dirty on this chinless man. Most times since her days as Smackdown General Manager, Paige had taken to wearing heels or anything more suitable for such a job. However, today was different. Even though she couldn't wrestle due to her neck injuries, she had brought a pair of familiar friends that she had used several times before.

It was her infamous Doc Martens.

Why, you ask? It's because if Paige was planning on getting her feet dirty, it was best not to get her feet or toes hurt when shoving...let's call him Franklin the Turtle, in a hard manner. She didn't need to use her neck to do such a task.

After about half a mile down the hall backstage, Paige and James made it do the double doors. The Smackdown GM had to put herself in best effort to keep the sneaky idiot out.

"Get out!" she shouted as she gave James a hard shove with her boot.

James fell from the impact of Paige's boot, hard enough for him to open of the doors in front of him. He had seen those boots on her when she wrestled on TV but being a victim by her boot had been nothing but a damn brutal experience. He gasped at the pain, somehow forgetting that the Smackdown General Manager was once a fierce fighter in the women's division. Even though she couldn't wrestle fully, she was damn ruthless, and it clearly showed here.

If anyone passing the two saw this, they would cackle at such a beautiful sight. It was like getting rid of a rat that would sneak along the halls and would cause so much trouble.

Paige was the right person to rid of a rat. Not Shane McMahon. Not even Daniel Bryan. Paige was.

Paige though wasn't finished with her method of getting Ellsworth out of the arena. She was going to make herself clearer than before.

"And stay out of here!" she yelled, pointing her finger at him as if to make sure he paid enough attention to her words.

Just for good measure, Paige gave him yet another swift shove to James with her boot, this time on his buttocks. Everyone watching cackled at the young General Manager's action, but Paige wasn't regretting her actions.

A few security guards walked up to the British authority figure then nodded to her, signaling that they would finish up the job for her while she went back to her duties. She nodded back at them with a smirk on her face, but her posture seemingly laid back.

She turned to leave to head back to her office, feeling beyond proud of herself for taking out someone who was being infuriatingly annoying. Even if Asuka had ultimately beaten him before, Paige still had that feeling that it wasn't enough to truly rid of James once and for all. Carmella had been his own purpose and Paige knew she wasn't tolerating it much longer. Firing him and forcing him out was the way to get the job done.

Paige stopped in her tracks then looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the fellow British General Managers Drake Maverick and William Regal were amused by her actions. Most people would indeed assume that Paige was the best general manager just because she's Paige. That was far from true. To the author, it was the power of the British to make better decisions than the current Raw general manager but that's another story.

Somewhere where they were (and yes, the author is too lazy to name these places), Drake Maverick and William Regal were watching the whole ordeal of Paige's actions to James Ellsworth. William chuckled, and Drake burst into laughter.

For the NXT General Manager and the 205 General Manager, it had such comedy to watch their fellow Brit give the chinless person exactly what he deserved.

Even after it happened, the two men continued laughing, unable to get the image of Paige's actions out of their heads.

After about thirty seconds, Paige looked forward then continued down the hall again. She was still quietly chuckling to herself at her own actions and she was positive that it received good reception. Luckily for her, it did.

"Thank you, Paige!" chanted the crowd.

Even though she was backstage, the chanting was audible enough for her to hear. At that time, she couldn't hold back the giggle she let out in response to the crowd. Paige was just doing what a smart general manager would do and she loved every bit of it. However, the crowd decided that it needed more than a chant to show their relief.

"Na na na na, na na na na. Hey, hey. Goodbye James Ellsworth."