Post by Amy Roucka on May 8, 2008 16:25:54 GMT -6
.:Scene 2:.
Talk To The Hand
With an irritable roll of her eyes, Amy Roucka moved her hands to her hips, eyeing the nervous man before her. She narrowed her eyes slightly, shifting her weight to one leg before looking back towards the club just a few feet away. Sadie stood beside her, dusting off her jeans boredly. The man cleared his throat, looking from girl to girl before finally settling his eyes on Amy, notepad and pen in hand. Even in his five foot ten stature and grungy clothing the man looked no more than eighteen years old and already superbly dorky. But nonetheless, the blondes had allowed themselved to be peeled away from the crowd long enough to give him exactly what he wanted, an interview. Not that they could blame him. After all, just look at them.
At first they had been hesitant, but after hearing word that he was desperate for it - the interview - and knowing very well that management had sent him, they reluctantly followed suit. Now standing outside on the lonely sidewalks, both Vixens watched his every move, waiting for him to speak before doing anything else.
The Interviewer
"So uhm... Amy Rooka and Sadie Di... Di... Dip... D... Sadie D-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Uhm, sweetheart, it's Roucka and DiPIetro. Haven't you ever seen us before? We've only been on countless magazine covers and used to run our own magazine, as well as work in the same company as you... or at least I think so. I haven't gotten around to welcoming the suck-ups stuck in the backgrounds just yet, sorry."
Once again rolling her eyes, Amy turned her attention over to her French manicured nails, licking her glossy pink lips. Sadie raised an eyebrow at the kid but said nothing more of the matter, actually being a tad bit amused by all of this.
The Interviewer
"Sorry, first time I ever interviewed anyone near your status, I mean, I grew up watching-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?"
The Interviewer
"Cod-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Rocuka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sorry, don't care. We're here for an INTERVIEW, not your life story, kiddo."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Yeah, what kind of name is Cod anyway!? It's like a freaking FISH."
Amy glanced at Sadie out of the corner of her eye, both sharing a sneaky smirk before once again putting on their bored personas. Cody swallowed nervously once again, shifting from one foot to the other. He knew he would have trouble getting an interview out of these girls the minute he was assigned the task, and things were heading more and more downhill with each passing second.
The Interviewer
"Uhm, Amy, this week you're going up against Anna once again, who you lost to last week, what are your thoughts on having to go up against her twice in a row and how did last week's loss affect your mental conditioning?"
Furrowing her eyebrows together as if she were confused beyond reasoning, Amy looked from Sadie to Cody and back to Sadie before finally resting on Cody. She cocked her head to the side, studying him.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"My mental conditioning? My mental conditioning!? Sweetie, you OBVIOUSLY have no clue who the bloody hell I am, do you? My mental conditioning is just fine and in fact, it's never been better. I have this match underwraps and in the bag. Little Anna won't even know what hit her once I get in the ring with her, buh-lieve me. She can sing around and talk to her little gal pal Britney or whatever the hell her name is all she wants, but when it comes right down to it, when it's me and her and Sadie in the ring together... well, do the math. Two of us, one of her. Quite obvious where this is heading."
Pointing between herself and Sadie cockily, Amy clicked her tongue. Sadie flipped her hair back over her shoulder with a tiny nod, smiling to herself in the darkness. Cody nodded as he jotted all of this down with the assisstance of the streetlight.
The Interviewer
"So you're saying that even if Anna beat you last week, you won't let that get to you?"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Of course not, who do I look like to you? Mickie James? No. Each match is it's own and I'm not going to fall into one of her silly little tricks. I don't play by her rules. I play by my own rules and I always will and always have. There's not a doubt in my mind that I can't beat this little punk wanna-be. I mean, just look at me."
The Interviewer
"Just how far do you think your looks alone can take you throughout your wrestling career...?"
Amy felt herself stop moving and she stared at Sadie blankly. Both Vixens turned to stare at Cody, who was still writing in his notepad.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Did he just ask what I think he just asked?"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I think so..."
Eyes narrowed once again, Amy took a step towards Cody and slapped the pad out of his hand before he could scribble another word, looking him dead in the eye. Sadie took a step forward as well, hands on hips.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Now listen here and listen good. I'm more than just a pretty face, y'know. I can beat whoever the hell I want whenever the hell I want. Some of these Vixens are complete idiots. I mean, look at more than half of them. They flaunt their bodies and decorate themselves with petty boy toys and muscles. I'm not like that and neither is Sadie. We're in control of ourselves and as far as we're concerned, this interview is OVER. You just happened to ask the wrong question, BIG mistake, buddy boy."
Pointing at him threateningly, Amy huffed, not caring if she was practically standing ontop of his feet.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx
"So this is what you can do, Cameron. You can crawl on back to the little hole you came out of and tell your oh-so AMAZING boss these exact words. Annisa Cardillo-Gonzalez is nothing more than some silly little Puerto Rican reject. She wants to come to the wrestling world and think she's tough shit? Fine by me. But when she says crap about me and doesn't even acknowledge me for me but focuses on my looks alone, then we've got a problem. A BIG one. Her theme music may make her seem to be some tough piece of shit bitch with the entire world wrapped around her finger when in reality, all she is is some little teeny "scene queen" with an ego far bigger than Alaska and that complete waste of land, California, that she calls home. And you can tell that little bitch this. As far as I'm concerned, she can take her "four years" of wrestling experience and shove it up her-"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Amy! Come on, it's not worth it. Let's just go back, obviously wasting our time here. I mean, you see that blank expression on his face? Yeah, means he doesn't understand a damn word you just said."
Sadie pointed at Cody's face as if he weren't even there and Amy felt a growl erupt in the back of her throat. She took a step back, straightening out her posture and pulling her hair over her shoulder.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Just make sure little Anna starts watching out, because once this Paparazzi Chick hits the scene, she's going to be more than just a Beautiful Disaster."
Spinning around so quickly on her heel that her hair snapped him in the face, Amy followed Sadie's lead back towards the club. Anna may have the upper hand points-wise, but when it came to getting the last laugh, she was far from getting it. One battle was down, but the war was just beginning and Amy would be damned if she let Anna get away with yet another victory.
Talk To The Hand
With an irritable roll of her eyes, Amy Roucka moved her hands to her hips, eyeing the nervous man before her. She narrowed her eyes slightly, shifting her weight to one leg before looking back towards the club just a few feet away. Sadie stood beside her, dusting off her jeans boredly. The man cleared his throat, looking from girl to girl before finally settling his eyes on Amy, notepad and pen in hand. Even in his five foot ten stature and grungy clothing the man looked no more than eighteen years old and already superbly dorky. But nonetheless, the blondes had allowed themselved to be peeled away from the crowd long enough to give him exactly what he wanted, an interview. Not that they could blame him. After all, just look at them.
At first they had been hesitant, but after hearing word that he was desperate for it - the interview - and knowing very well that management had sent him, they reluctantly followed suit. Now standing outside on the lonely sidewalks, both Vixens watched his every move, waiting for him to speak before doing anything else.
The Interviewer
"So uhm... Amy Rooka and Sadie Di... Di... Dip... D... Sadie D-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Uhm, sweetheart, it's Roucka and DiPIetro. Haven't you ever seen us before? We've only been on countless magazine covers and used to run our own magazine, as well as work in the same company as you... or at least I think so. I haven't gotten around to welcoming the suck-ups stuck in the backgrounds just yet, sorry."
Once again rolling her eyes, Amy turned her attention over to her French manicured nails, licking her glossy pink lips. Sadie raised an eyebrow at the kid but said nothing more of the matter, actually being a tad bit amused by all of this.
The Interviewer
"Sorry, first time I ever interviewed anyone near your status, I mean, I grew up watching-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?"
The Interviewer
"Cod-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Rocuka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sorry, don't care. We're here for an INTERVIEW, not your life story, kiddo."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Yeah, what kind of name is Cod anyway!? It's like a freaking FISH."
Amy glanced at Sadie out of the corner of her eye, both sharing a sneaky smirk before once again putting on their bored personas. Cody swallowed nervously once again, shifting from one foot to the other. He knew he would have trouble getting an interview out of these girls the minute he was assigned the task, and things were heading more and more downhill with each passing second.
The Interviewer
"Uhm, Amy, this week you're going up against Anna once again, who you lost to last week, what are your thoughts on having to go up against her twice in a row and how did last week's loss affect your mental conditioning?"
Furrowing her eyebrows together as if she were confused beyond reasoning, Amy looked from Sadie to Cody and back to Sadie before finally resting on Cody. She cocked her head to the side, studying him.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"My mental conditioning? My mental conditioning!? Sweetie, you OBVIOUSLY have no clue who the bloody hell I am, do you? My mental conditioning is just fine and in fact, it's never been better. I have this match underwraps and in the bag. Little Anna won't even know what hit her once I get in the ring with her, buh-lieve me. She can sing around and talk to her little gal pal Britney or whatever the hell her name is all she wants, but when it comes right down to it, when it's me and her and Sadie in the ring together... well, do the math. Two of us, one of her. Quite obvious where this is heading."
Pointing between herself and Sadie cockily, Amy clicked her tongue. Sadie flipped her hair back over her shoulder with a tiny nod, smiling to herself in the darkness. Cody nodded as he jotted all of this down with the assisstance of the streetlight.
The Interviewer
"So you're saying that even if Anna beat you last week, you won't let that get to you?"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Of course not, who do I look like to you? Mickie James? No. Each match is it's own and I'm not going to fall into one of her silly little tricks. I don't play by her rules. I play by my own rules and I always will and always have. There's not a doubt in my mind that I can't beat this little punk wanna-be. I mean, just look at me."
The Interviewer
"Just how far do you think your looks alone can take you throughout your wrestling career...?"
Amy felt herself stop moving and she stared at Sadie blankly. Both Vixens turned to stare at Cody, who was still writing in his notepad.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Did he just ask what I think he just asked?"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I think so..."
Eyes narrowed once again, Amy took a step towards Cody and slapped the pad out of his hand before he could scribble another word, looking him dead in the eye. Sadie took a step forward as well, hands on hips.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Now listen here and listen good. I'm more than just a pretty face, y'know. I can beat whoever the hell I want whenever the hell I want. Some of these Vixens are complete idiots. I mean, look at more than half of them. They flaunt their bodies and decorate themselves with petty boy toys and muscles. I'm not like that and neither is Sadie. We're in control of ourselves and as far as we're concerned, this interview is OVER. You just happened to ask the wrong question, BIG mistake, buddy boy."
Pointing at him threateningly, Amy huffed, not caring if she was practically standing ontop of his feet.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx
"So this is what you can do, Cameron. You can crawl on back to the little hole you came out of and tell your oh-so AMAZING boss these exact words. Annisa Cardillo-Gonzalez is nothing more than some silly little Puerto Rican reject. She wants to come to the wrestling world and think she's tough shit? Fine by me. But when she says crap about me and doesn't even acknowledge me for me but focuses on my looks alone, then we've got a problem. A BIG one. Her theme music may make her seem to be some tough piece of shit bitch with the entire world wrapped around her finger when in reality, all she is is some little teeny "scene queen" with an ego far bigger than Alaska and that complete waste of land, California, that she calls home. And you can tell that little bitch this. As far as I'm concerned, she can take her "four years" of wrestling experience and shove it up her-"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Amy! Come on, it's not worth it. Let's just go back, obviously wasting our time here. I mean, you see that blank expression on his face? Yeah, means he doesn't understand a damn word you just said."
Sadie pointed at Cody's face as if he weren't even there and Amy felt a growl erupt in the back of her throat. She took a step back, straightening out her posture and pulling her hair over her shoulder.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Just make sure little Anna starts watching out, because once this Paparazzi Chick hits the scene, she's going to be more than just a Beautiful Disaster."
Spinning around so quickly on her heel that her hair snapped him in the face, Amy followed Sadie's lead back towards the club. Anna may have the upper hand points-wise, but when it came to getting the last laugh, she was far from getting it. One battle was down, but the war was just beginning and Amy would be damned if she let Anna get away with yet another victory.
