' Let's start a riot, a riot, let's start a riot.' the brunette muttered under her breath as she shuffled her hands into the pockets of her well worn black Army jacket as she walked into the locker room of the arena that the WWE was going to do a show in tonight.
Eve Torres cut her off midway as she raised a brow. " Who the hell are you?" the petite brunette asked as the slightly taller brunette simply smirked and leaning in, just enough to catch Eve by the collar, muttered quietly,
" I'm your worst nightmare."
Then she sidestepped Torres, and slunk to the locker with her name taped to the front. Tonight was her first night on the lineup and she wasn't here to really make friends. She was here to fight, nothing much more than that, really.
Fighting was the only thing she was good at, in her opinion. Sitting down, she started to unlace the old Converses on her feet, and digging through her gear bag, she found her combat boots, sliding her foot in, lacing them up. Next came the Ozzy Osbourne t shirt, and then last came the black plaid skirt/undershorts.
Those, she had a problem with when she unfolded the damn outfit, got a look at it.
"Who the fuck picks out this shit, seriously?" came the calm yet decidedly pissed off analysis of her ring attire.
" Fuck these motherfuckers, I'm wearing my jeans." she muttered seconds later as she stretched and bounced around on the tips of her feet a little, getting the energy flowing. So far, her first ten minutes as a Diva, (and god did she loathe that word with every fiber in her being, damn it) had been rather uneventful.
Until, that is, she stepped out of the locker room, Ipod in hand, prepared to walk to catering.
"There she is! That's the weirdo that threatened me, Mr. McMahon." Eve practically squealed.
A slow smirk filled Sydney's face as she walked over and said casually, "You're lucky it was just a threat and I was in a good mood, bitch. But since you want to make it a federal issue, then why don't we just have a little match tonight? You and me. We'll see who the weirdo is when I'm finished rearranging your face so damn badly that when the morgue comes to get you, they can't id your body."
Eve's eyes widened and she bit her lip. But before she could plead out, Mr. McMahon spoke up with a smirk,
" That... Sounds like a good idea, girls." as he looked warily at the brown eyed brunette who was the newest of many additions to the roster.
Sydney shrugged then winking said casually, " See you in the 9th ring of hell, bitch." before turning on her heel, walking down to catering as she'd intended to moments before.
McMahon went back into his office, and Eve Torres began to pace nervously. What had she meant by her parting remark? And why did Eve get the feeling she'd met her somewhere before? And that it hadn't went well..
'ding, ding, ding'
The match bell rang after Syd's entrance theme finished playing. She ran down and as soon as she set her sights on Eve Torres, the menacing sneer filled otherwise delicate facial features. To any of the crowd watching, they probably figured that Eve had this one, game and set, match.
" Ready to die, bitch?" Sydney sneered as the announcer, Jerry 'The King' Lawler read off her "bio".
" Weighing in at 130 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, ladies and gentlemen, making her debut onto the roster tonight, it's Syd Vicious."
Syd smirked as she quickly darted out of the way of an Irish whip attempt made by Eve, and seconds later, she pinned Eve's arm behind her back as she simultaneously dropped her face first on the mat, and kept the hold.
"If you're smart, Torres, you'll tap out now. Beats the hell out of me ripping your spine out of your back, now doesn't it?" Syd leered, her breath warm against Eve's neck.
Eve probably didn't remember her, but they met one time before. And it hadn't ended well for Eve then, either. Just like, if the idiot girls in the back didn't butt in, it wasn't going to end well for her tonight.
" Ooh. That looked like it stung a little, didn't it, Cole?" Jerry Lawler said as Syd got Eve into a powerbomb and powerbombed her directly on top of a chair she'd dragged into the ring. Eve countered by putting her in position for a suplex which at the last minute, Syd got up from, groggily, forehead bleeding a little from contact with the chair.
"Seriously, bitch? That's it? I've gotten more fight out of a fucking six year old." Syd growled as Eve countered and said "You might think you're the best. But me and my friends will fix that really soon." and got her into a headlock, slamming her to the mat.
Syd growled as she saw Beth Phoenix run out, down the ramp. " You fucking skank. Can't take me by yourself?"
"You needed to be taught a lesson. Consider tonight a learning experience." Eve said as Beth grabbed and tried to hold onto her so Eve could attack. Syd surprised them when she got loose and managed to get airborn, flip Beth to the mat. "What? Didn't see that coming?" she sneered as she grabbed hold of Eve after getting Beth down and brutally attacking her.
" Well, this new Diva certainly lives up to her name."
Eve and Syd kept going at it, the hatred glowing in both of their eyes as they punched, kicked, slapped and pulled each other's hair. Eve sent Syd's head off the ring steps and Syd returned the favor and then suplexed Eve backfirst onto the steel ring stairs.
The match finally ended and it'd been declared a draw. Neither female was satisfied with this.
" I'll get you next time, Vicious."
" Come get it, Eve" Syd said as she shoved Eve down, walked up the ramp as if she weren't leaving complete and total chaos in her wake. She had to give Torres credit for one thing, however...
She'd actually stepped up her game since the last fight they'd been in, in high school, when Eve made her life a living hell, in the last foster home that Syd had been in in Denver. She and Eve went to the same school back then and Eve had personally saw to it that Sydney's life that one year had been a living hell. Her and the other bitchy cheer chicks she'd been friends with.
Once she was backstage, she walked into the green room and flopped down onto the couch, shutting her eyes. Her first match as a diva had been in her own opinion, a success.
Down the hallway, in the locker room, it hit Eve where she'd seen her before. Eve palmed her face and bit her lip nervously.
She'd bullied the girl from moments before when they were in high school. And now, apparently, Sydney was going to repay the favor now, and then some.
Biting her lip, she tried to fight the sinking feeling in her stomach. She had a feeling this was going to be a long and slow, painful dance.
Calming herself, she walked down to catering, tried to act as normally as possible. Maybe Syd didn't remember her. The girl had probably been all over the United States in foster homes, after all, so there was always that chance.
Down in the green room, Syd smirked in satisfaction. Tonight was only the beginning. Everything Eve Torres did to her in high school was about to come right around and bite her in the ass.
The entire time she sat strategically planning the downfall of one Eve Torres, she had no clue that she was being watched by a few curious Superstars.
And that her life was about to get one hell of a lot more interesting.
Okay then, this beginning to a possible story was actually written about May of last year. I'm revising it to make it halfway fit with anything they might be doing now, so there might be references to the Shield, Team Hell No, the AJ Scandal, etc. I have no clue who I'll pair my Syd with, but if you haven't guessed by reading, she's not really emotional a whole lot. Her diva thing is on my profile if anyone wants to have a read.
If you want to throw a name out at me for a paring for her, go ahead. More about Eve and Syd's past connection from high school will come out in future chapters. If you want to see more, read and review, please and thanks?