Akasha- Living Dead Girl
Trish went in for a count with a Lateral Press on Terri but was kicked in the side and she rolled off her. Terri was then picked up by the hair and flung across the ring. Both women were laying motionless on the mat as the newest wrestler to the WWF's music began to play. It was Rob Zombie, a song from his older album called Hellbilly Deluxe, 'Living Dead Girl'. That song her theme for good reason. Her crazy straight and wavy hair was pitch black and went down to the middle of her back with bleached ends that were then dyed bright red. Her long leather coat, leather hipster pants and black singlet made up her outfit. Her eyes were bright blue and they brought out her hair and face really well. Her skin was a very pale brown but she didn't care. Her body was rather athletic with a firm stomach and defined muscles around her hips. She had a pierced belly button that had a black stone in the banana bar. She tossed her coat to one side and walked back up the ramp, admiring the scene she had left behind her.
Wrestlers gave her long looks, one especially strange stare from Mr. Perfect who just couldn't seem to understand why a woman would want to look the way she did. Hardly anyone knew her name besides Ric Flair and she liked it that way, being popular wasn't her biggest trait. She simply walked towards the parking lot to leave when Trish ran up and stopped her, "What the hell did you do that for!?" She demanded, grabbing her shoulder to stop her from going anywhere. She ripped her arm away from the Diva and shrugged her jacket back into place, "Neither of you deserved to win." "So you interfere?" Trish asked slowly, a little more curious now. She nodded her reply, "Who are you?" Trish asked, now intrigued with the girl's attitude and appearance. "My name is Akasha." She replied before she opened the door and left the arena. Trish just stared at the closed door, "Cool name." She said to herself, "Say what?" A familiar voice questioned her from behind. Trish turned to face RVD who seemed confused, "Oh nothing Rob, that new girl. Her name is Akasha." "That is a cool name. She's the one with 'Living Dead Girl' for a theme right?" Trish rolled her eyes at the man, "Yes Rob, the only new wrestler here. Or at least she was here, she just left a minute ago straight from the ring to the parking lot." RVD shrugged, "Well it's not your problem the girl won't socialize. She's not like Jazz is she? I can't stand that woman!" Trish laughed as the two headed back to the locker room area. "No she's not. She's really. intriguing."
The hotel room was a warm welcome to Akasha. She threw her jacket onto the bed and went for a shower. After the water ran cold she got out of the shower and wiped all the black makeup away that had run, and her pretty pale face was back to normal. She put her hair in a plat and then looked at the re-growth in her hair. The light colour was so bright in her dark hair, she hated to be blonde and had spent hundreds of dollars on keeping it black. She had dyed it since she had been twelve and everyone had passed her for having black hair naturally despite her lighter eyebrows. She put on a long sleeved T-shirt that read 'WWF Attitude' and then went to sleep, making a mental note to dye her hair again in the morning.
Trish went in for a count with a Lateral Press on Terri but was kicked in the side and she rolled off her. Terri was then picked up by the hair and flung across the ring. Both women were laying motionless on the mat as the newest wrestler to the WWF's music began to play. It was Rob Zombie, a song from his older album called Hellbilly Deluxe, 'Living Dead Girl'. That song her theme for good reason. Her crazy straight and wavy hair was pitch black and went down to the middle of her back with bleached ends that were then dyed bright red. Her long leather coat, leather hipster pants and black singlet made up her outfit. Her eyes were bright blue and they brought out her hair and face really well. Her skin was a very pale brown but she didn't care. Her body was rather athletic with a firm stomach and defined muscles around her hips. She had a pierced belly button that had a black stone in the banana bar. She tossed her coat to one side and walked back up the ramp, admiring the scene she had left behind her.
Wrestlers gave her long looks, one especially strange stare from Mr. Perfect who just couldn't seem to understand why a woman would want to look the way she did. Hardly anyone knew her name besides Ric Flair and she liked it that way, being popular wasn't her biggest trait. She simply walked towards the parking lot to leave when Trish ran up and stopped her, "What the hell did you do that for!?" She demanded, grabbing her shoulder to stop her from going anywhere. She ripped her arm away from the Diva and shrugged her jacket back into place, "Neither of you deserved to win." "So you interfere?" Trish asked slowly, a little more curious now. She nodded her reply, "Who are you?" Trish asked, now intrigued with the girl's attitude and appearance. "My name is Akasha." She replied before she opened the door and left the arena. Trish just stared at the closed door, "Cool name." She said to herself, "Say what?" A familiar voice questioned her from behind. Trish turned to face RVD who seemed confused, "Oh nothing Rob, that new girl. Her name is Akasha." "That is a cool name. She's the one with 'Living Dead Girl' for a theme right?" Trish rolled her eyes at the man, "Yes Rob, the only new wrestler here. Or at least she was here, she just left a minute ago straight from the ring to the parking lot." RVD shrugged, "Well it's not your problem the girl won't socialize. She's not like Jazz is she? I can't stand that woman!" Trish laughed as the two headed back to the locker room area. "No she's not. She's really. intriguing."
The hotel room was a warm welcome to Akasha. She threw her jacket onto the bed and went for a shower. After the water ran cold she got out of the shower and wiped all the black makeup away that had run, and her pretty pale face was back to normal. She put her hair in a plat and then looked at the re-growth in her hair. The light colour was so bright in her dark hair, she hated to be blonde and had spent hundreds of dollars on keeping it black. She had dyed it since she had been twelve and everyone had passed her for having black hair naturally despite her lighter eyebrows. She put on a long sleeved T-shirt that read 'WWF Attitude' and then went to sleep, making a mental note to dye her hair again in the morning.
