Take A Chance

[Amy Roucka]

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Never Say Never

Tossing her golden blonde hair with light brunette highlights back over her thin shoulder and producing a tiny smirk in the general direction of her best friend, Amy Roucka leaned back to lay down on her beach towel. She cocked her head gently towards the left, admiring the group of guys hanging out only a couple yards away from the pair's small area on the beach. Winning the other week, earning a title shot this week and being able to do what she wanted, when she wanted were all reasons to smile as of lately. And if Josie Pleasure or Anna Gonzales or any other silly little bimbo thought any other way, well, she would just have to prove them wrong... again. After all, it wasn't as if she was one to back down from any type of fight, whether it be against someone who didn't know an Atomic drop from a Manhattan drop or a seven-time Women's Champion. Anna she had knocked flat on her ass more than enough times to make a point proven, whereas Josie had taunted her once before crawling back to her own little flea-infested section of the roster. Licking her glossy pink lips, Amy watched as her and Sadie's friend, Alex Ritter, an off to chat up some busty brunette. With that same goofy smirk resting on the dark-eyed hunk's lips, Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin.

Sadie pushed her oversized sunglassed up ontop her head, causing her blonde locks to frame her face as she quirked an eyebrow at Amy. The taller blonde sat back up, watching Sadie from behind her own priceless sunglasses. She stretched out her bare legs before her, pressing her lips together.

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"Y'know Sades, if things go as well tomorrow night as they did last week, then I'm sure to start making headlines once again. I mean, after all, you should've seen the look on Anna's face when I pinned her one-two-three. You're such a great best friend and special referee. Do so much better than the guys who actually get paid to do that crap."

Giggling to herself, Amy cast her eyes back over to the group of guys. Sadie chewed on her bottom lip almost guiltily before mumbling a small "Yeah" in agreement.

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"And in all honesty? I think it's high time someone shut Anna's goddamn trap. All she does is whine and complain and try to get in like every guy that she talks to's pants. Have you heard the rumors about her? Her ex is back, or something like that and she's... ugh. Nothing more than some emo loser who's probably more or less sick of her poor, pathetic, socially inept life."

Not taking the time to notice if Sadie was nodding, or even listening, Amy played with the heart chain on her silver necklace. Mentally, she reflected back to last week where she had beaten Anna. They both had one match on the other and tonight, both would be in the run for the title hunt. Sprit Fire, Amy had never personally met, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But either way, she wasn't about to back off if the chick decided to come back and suddenly declare herself the top bitch again. She sidelined herself and gave up the title herself. Her decision, no one else's. Anna, Amy knew she could probably more than likely get the advantage of. Josie, she wasn't so sure. Sadie, well, she would come to that when needed.

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"Y'see, Sades, it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from. All that matters is what you put into a match. Someone wants to stand there and say I've done nothing for this company? Fine by me. Someone wants to stand there and say that I upped and disappeared since coming here because I'm afraid of competition? Fine by me. They just better recheck the facts and be sure to their money where their mouths are. Me and Anna both have a win over each other, so she can either put up or shut up. And Josie? I'm sick and tired of her walking around this place as if she owns every goddamn piece of shit in it and I'm sick of hearing her ramble on and on and on about useless crap. She's miss Pyscho Bitch. Woo-fucking-hoo. So those two bimbos better take my advice and take a step back and let the big girls play. Recess is over and if they're not careful... someone may get... oh I don't know... hurt."

Twirling her hair around her forefinger almost completely innocently, Amy watched Sadie swallow seemingly nervously. The last thing she really wanted to talk about at the beach, of all places, was this match she would rather not be in.

:Sadie DiPietro:

"Uh, Ames-"

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"Sadie, don't even try arguing your way out of this. This match could be the single most defining thing in our careers so far. WWH has nothing on this place and you know it. Or at least I think so... I mean, don't tell me you haven't even taken this whole thing into consideration?"

Raising an eyebrow once again, Amy watched Sadie frown and avoid any and all eye contact. Groaning inwardly, Amy sat up straight, crossing one leg over the other and focusing all of her attention on her best friend, Alex and the other guys long forgotten.

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"Look, Sades, we've gone up against each other numerous times. We've beaten each other multiple times and we're fought millions of times. But we're still out here on the beach, chatting normally. This won't change anything, just so long as you don't screw it up for me. Focus on Josie and Anna and we'll be fine. We'll worry about each other when the time calls for it."

The blonde shrugged casually, which really wasn't helping Sadie's racing mind. She had a hundred other things to worry about other than this silly little match. Amy may have cared about titles, but she really didn't think that they were all they were cracked up to be. Only made life harder, what with people constantly targeting you. Mentally, Amy giggled from her spot, her mind obviously elsewhere. This was all too easy, almost like taking candy from a baby. If little Anna and Josie wanted a tussle and wanted to play rough, well she could tussle harder and play rougher. There was no limit she was willing to go beyond and there was no barriers she wouldn't be willing to climb over or break. Tonight, it was all about proving that she still had it and that these so-called "in-ring veterans" still didn't.

[Amy Roucka]

.:Scene 2:.
Would You Mind?

Fluffing up her hair absent-mindedly, Amy spun around on her heel and tapped her nails against her hip almost boredly. She let a sigh escape her lips before finally collapsing on the black leather couch inside her locker room. Slightly moaning, she rubbed her forehead and stared at the ceiling. Anna and Sadie would be no problem at all. She knew their every move, their every twist and turn, but Josie? All she knew about her was that she had a huge ego and enjoyed making childish come-backs and remarks. Stretching out her legs in front of her, Amy raised her hands above her head, still lounging about in thought. Josie Pleasure... what was there to say about Josie Pleasure? Well, for starters there was always that age thing. She had at least six years on everyone else in the ring. Psht, old lady.

She put on a smirk, almost laughing at how stupid she felt like she sounded. Size, age and ring experience were all things she wasn't too keen on. Sure they were both the same height, but Josie had a good fifteen pounds on her. Amy furrowed her eyebrows together, almost as if in disgust. Stupid chubby bunny. As far as ring experience went, well... calculate eight years compared to one year, as well as three titles as compared to two and the math was pretty simple. Yet another advantage. Age? Well, that was a disadvantage. Twenty seven? Twenty one? It sounded so much older. She shook her head slightly, still smiling positively as she tried to think of more flaws in her opponent, or at least, up until someone pounced onto her legs. Letting out a high-pitched yelp, Amy sat up and stared at the person pinning her down. She rolled her eyes at seeing her older brother sitting there, a goofy grin on his face and floppy hair hanging in his eyes. She turned her sight sideways to see Alex Ritter waltzing in like he owned the place himself, with Sadie beside him. Shoving Josh off of her, Amy sat up and smoothed down her black and white mini skirt.

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"What the hell do you guys want from me this time?"

Cocking a curious eyebrow, she watched the two men shrug almost in unison as if they planned everything perfectly. Sadie threw herself against the doorframe, remaining quiet, even after Amy's confident beach prep the other day.

-Alex Ritter-

"Just wanted to make sure you were all prepped for tonight."

Josh Roucka

"Yeah, don't need you going out there without a clear conscience and knowing that Josie's going in with momentum and Anna's not and Sadie's not and you-"

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"Josh! Not... helping. At all."

Slapping him upside the head, Amy stood up and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length hair. She crossed her arms stubbornly across her bare stomach, pouting to herself for a few moments angrily.

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"I mean, just who the hell does Anna think she is? She's like some silly little Disney villain only eight year olds are afraid of. Even worse than that, she's like the goodie-two-shoes. Ugh. She needs a reality check and needs to seriously take into consideration that I'm the future champion here and she's the one constantly lying on her back, alright? Not my fault she's not good enough to carry this championship and company."

Huffing, the blonde stomped her foot. Both men in the room studied her for a second before going back to their previous engagements.

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"And Josie Pleasure? Please, that girl has come and gone so many times, it's like she's a Wallstreet hooker. Come out when needed, disappear when not. She's easy, just like that. Josie can talk all the crap she wants, but when it comes right down to it, it's going to be just me and her in that ring, both of us wanting the win. And you know who's going to get it? Me. I'm the one that wants it more and I'm the one that deserves it more. She's nothing but some silly little washed-up tramp with a one-hit wonder deal. I have a future here in this business and without me, there would be no Women's Division. So that prude little gothic bitch can try all she wants to prove me wrong, but victory will be just that much sweeter tonight when I pin her one-two-three."

Grinning almost sadistically at the thought, Amy watched Alex and Josh share a look that she knew all too well. Josh turned to look at her, chuckling to himself. Sadie only continued staring at her friend, eyebrows raised up. Way up.

Josh Roucka

"Girly, I'd have to say I feel pretty damn bad for little Josie of all tonight."

-Alex Ritter-

"She won't even know what hit her."

Amy looked between both men, and finally over to Sadie. She rubbed the back of her neck with a tiny sigh. Closing her eyes briefly, Amy slumped back down onto the couch and rubbed her forehead. To be honest? Josie freaked her out, what with that whole goth look and whatnot. She was the preppy, loud and colorful one, as well as Sadie. Josie wore black and chains and fishnets and was just... scary. Anna was some sceney punky rocker wanna be with color here and there. What was with AWS and their deranged psychos on the roster? It was almost as if her and Sadie went from the big leagues to the mental institution. Boy oh boy, was that thought amusing.

"Don't underestimate me!"? Please, as if she could ever be over-estimated. Josie Pleasure was good for one thing and one thing only, scaring the hell out of children on Halloween. She even said so herself, she was a Psycho Bitch. Why the hell would someone want her as champion? If Anna knew what was good for her, she'd pitch in to try and take out little miss Pleasure as well. And well, if not, Amy could always sit back and enjoy the show as the other two Vixens beat the holy hell out of each other before sinking her claws in at the last second. This brought a smirk to her features and she seriously contemplated it. What was the purpose of fighting when you could let everyone else do all the work?

She was sure no one would mind if she played by her own rules, like usual. After all, it wasn't even technically called cheating unless you got caught. And Amy Roucka never got caught.