Post by Amy Roucka on Apr 17, 2008 22:41:20 GMT -6
.:Scene 3:.
What Lies Behind A Smile
Amy Roucka tapped her French-manicured nail against her perfectly whitened teeth, studying herself in the mirror before turning her attention back to her black heeled boots. The Vixen let out a low sigh and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. She had spent the last half hour contemplating what to wear for her in-ring debut and had honestly nothing to wear. She was completely out of ideas. Picking up a tiny leopard print skirt, she held it up to herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She wanted to make an entrance, something that would cause people to stop and stare, which would only help in her winning tonight's match. She shook her head and tossed the skirt to the reject pile. She put her hands on her hips, studying what remained in her bag. A teeny tiny black mini skirt stared back up at her. Chewing on her lip, she snatched it and proceeded to put it on. It was the best possible option, she supposed. The door to the locker room opened up and Sadie DiPietro waltzed in, her fingers running through her white-blonde locks as she made her way over to the make-up table. Amy raised an eyebrow at her on-again, off-again best friend.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So are we on the same page tonight or what? Dinner didn't exactly help clear anything up as far as I'm concerned..."
Sadie turned around at hearing Amy's voice and she blinked, offering a tiny shrug. She turned back to the mirror, watching Amy's reflection as she fixed up her eyeshadow. Amy went back to searching for a top, sifting through other useless pairs of clothing.
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Well, I take it we're on the same page. Dinner certainly cleared things up for me. We can kill each other AFTER we get Anna out of the picture. I mean, how embarrassing would it be if we lost to her? No offense to the girl or anything, but she's gotta have ring rust... or something..."
Amy frowned once again, but picked up the white tank top from inside her bag anyway. She pulled it over head before looking at herself in the mirror, straightening it out and pulling the strings so that they fell over the black skirt just so. She pulled her hair over her shoulders before walking beside Sadie, picking up mascara tube.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades, trust me on this one, she's gonna be a breeze. No one wants to see the same act over and over and over again. Knowing the little emo-punk-rockers like her, she's probably only going to get knocked up again and fall again and end up going on a forever-seeming hiatus again and come back to go up against two other new chicks. Same song, same dance, different dancers. Take my word on it, girly. Anna will go down just like everyone else we faced together in the ring, even if we're not technically together tonight. Doesn't mean we can't cheat."
Winking at Sadie's reflection, Amy giggled and began to work on her make up. Sadie grinned back at her best friend, still working on her eyeshadow. The pair had missed each immensely after leaving their last company, so coming here and already at each other's throats had really done some damage to their attitudes. But now that things were all fine and peachy again, both Sadie and Amy were cerain things could only look up. They always did.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"But be sure to be discrete about it. We don't want her to like... not show up or anything because she knows we're both trying to get into her head at the same time. Be sure to act like your new... "face" image as you call it and be all goodie-goodie up until the point where it's intoxicating and makes people sick. Then you can come over to my side. Once she's out of the way, well... we'll see where it goes from there. Just don't let her get to you, don't let the fans get to you, but most importantly of all.... don't turn your back on me. I've been there for you, so you better hold up your end of the bargain tonight."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Oh, puh-lease. Me? Not hold up my end? Aimez, so long as you don't walk out on me, I think we're good. You KNOW how many times we totally owned when together. We basically ruled the tag-team division back in the day. And tonight, we're going to rock little Anna's world."
Hearing this brought a sly grin to Amy's face and she stood up straight, no longer hunching over the make up table. She looked over at Sadie, who turned to look at her and they both shared a smirk. Yeah, Anna definitely didn't know what she was getting herself into. Not even close. Amy moved over to her boots, taking her time in slipping them on and zipping them up. First matches always proved something to the fans. You won in your debut, you were amazing and deserved to be in the company. You lost... well, that just plainly said you sucked. A win was a win and a loss was a loss. It didn't matter how it happened, all that matter was what happened. After all, in highschool, teachers always looked at your grade and not what kind of mood you were in on the day of the test. Matches were no different. And if pounding the living hell and life out of some veteran with poorly dyed hair and atrocious body piercings was what it was going to take to prove that she belonged her, then she was going to do just that. There was no way in hell Anna would possibly be able to get the win tonight. Not against Amy. Not against Sadie. And certainly not against both of them. And that you could bet on.
What Lies Behind A Smile
Amy Roucka tapped her French-manicured nail against her perfectly whitened teeth, studying herself in the mirror before turning her attention back to her black heeled boots. The Vixen let out a low sigh and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. She had spent the last half hour contemplating what to wear for her in-ring debut and had honestly nothing to wear. She was completely out of ideas. Picking up a tiny leopard print skirt, she held it up to herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She wanted to make an entrance, something that would cause people to stop and stare, which would only help in her winning tonight's match. She shook her head and tossed the skirt to the reject pile. She put her hands on her hips, studying what remained in her bag. A teeny tiny black mini skirt stared back up at her. Chewing on her lip, she snatched it and proceeded to put it on. It was the best possible option, she supposed. The door to the locker room opened up and Sadie DiPietro waltzed in, her fingers running through her white-blonde locks as she made her way over to the make-up table. Amy raised an eyebrow at her on-again, off-again best friend.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So are we on the same page tonight or what? Dinner didn't exactly help clear anything up as far as I'm concerned..."
Sadie turned around at hearing Amy's voice and she blinked, offering a tiny shrug. She turned back to the mirror, watching Amy's reflection as she fixed up her eyeshadow. Amy went back to searching for a top, sifting through other useless pairs of clothing.
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Well, I take it we're on the same page. Dinner certainly cleared things up for me. We can kill each other AFTER we get Anna out of the picture. I mean, how embarrassing would it be if we lost to her? No offense to the girl or anything, but she's gotta have ring rust... or something..."
Amy frowned once again, but picked up the white tank top from inside her bag anyway. She pulled it over head before looking at herself in the mirror, straightening it out and pulling the strings so that they fell over the black skirt just so. She pulled her hair over her shoulders before walking beside Sadie, picking up mascara tube.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades, trust me on this one, she's gonna be a breeze. No one wants to see the same act over and over and over again. Knowing the little emo-punk-rockers like her, she's probably only going to get knocked up again and fall again and end up going on a forever-seeming hiatus again and come back to go up against two other new chicks. Same song, same dance, different dancers. Take my word on it, girly. Anna will go down just like everyone else we faced together in the ring, even if we're not technically together tonight. Doesn't mean we can't cheat."
Winking at Sadie's reflection, Amy giggled and began to work on her make up. Sadie grinned back at her best friend, still working on her eyeshadow. The pair had missed each immensely after leaving their last company, so coming here and already at each other's throats had really done some damage to their attitudes. But now that things were all fine and peachy again, both Sadie and Amy were cerain things could only look up. They always did.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"But be sure to be discrete about it. We don't want her to like... not show up or anything because she knows we're both trying to get into her head at the same time. Be sure to act like your new... "face" image as you call it and be all goodie-goodie up until the point where it's intoxicating and makes people sick. Then you can come over to my side. Once she's out of the way, well... we'll see where it goes from there. Just don't let her get to you, don't let the fans get to you, but most importantly of all.... don't turn your back on me. I've been there for you, so you better hold up your end of the bargain tonight."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Oh, puh-lease. Me? Not hold up my end? Aimez, so long as you don't walk out on me, I think we're good. You KNOW how many times we totally owned when together. We basically ruled the tag-team division back in the day. And tonight, we're going to rock little Anna's world."
Hearing this brought a sly grin to Amy's face and she stood up straight, no longer hunching over the make up table. She looked over at Sadie, who turned to look at her and they both shared a smirk. Yeah, Anna definitely didn't know what she was getting herself into. Not even close. Amy moved over to her boots, taking her time in slipping them on and zipping them up. First matches always proved something to the fans. You won in your debut, you were amazing and deserved to be in the company. You lost... well, that just plainly said you sucked. A win was a win and a loss was a loss. It didn't matter how it happened, all that matter was what happened. After all, in highschool, teachers always looked at your grade and not what kind of mood you were in on the day of the test. Matches were no different. And if pounding the living hell and life out of some veteran with poorly dyed hair and atrocious body piercings was what it was going to take to prove that she belonged her, then she was going to do just that. There was no way in hell Anna would possibly be able to get the win tonight. Not against Amy. Not against Sadie. And certainly not against both of them. And that you could bet on.
