Amethyst was always independent. She loved wrestling and decided to
become a wrestler. It seemed God was in her favor, she was to debut at
Wrestlemania XX.
She stood 5'7, long cascading brown hair, and eyes that changed from green to blue, depending on the way the light hit them. She was 24, very well built, and beautiful. She definitely looked like a Diva in her face, but her style told differently. She wore mainly black shirts and saggy pants. She didn't like the idea of being uncomfortable. In the summer she'd wear shorts of course, but she'd personalize them.
She walked into Stephanie's Office two days before the Wrestlemania.
"Umm, I'm here to talk about my gimmick." Amethyst sat down. She heard a knock on the door, and it was the famous Mark Calloway himself.
"So, we're bringing back Paul Bearer aren't we?" He said, then noticed the brunette sitting in the chair across from Stephanie.
"Hi." He said in his low voice, and nodded at Amethyst. She smiled and waved.
"Yes, for the fiftieth time, yes!" Stephanie said, frustrated.
"Amethyst Marxist." Amethyst twisted her self so that she faced Mark and outstretched her hand.
"Mark Calloway." He said, taking her hand and briefly shaking it before walking out the door and slamming it.
"So, Thyst.... You need a gimmick....." Stephanie thought. Suddenly she had this look of discovery on her face.
"You know, The Undertaker's coming back as his old self....." Stephanie said in a soft voice.
"Yeah, so?" Thyst, which is what everyone called her, shrugged and gave Stephanie a look of question.
"Well, he never had a female companion." Stephanie said, crossing her arms and legs and leaning back in her chair.
"You don't mean?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, so am I just eye candy?"
"Not really. I've got a plan for you. You'll debut at Wrestlemania XX, and you'll be one of the druids, and when Undertaker walks through the flaming torches, he'll grab your arm. You'll be the only druid not carrying a torch. You'll stand by Paul Bearer the whole time until he wins. Then Paul Bearer will beckon you in the ring, and that's when you'll take off your robe to reveal a female replica of him, and you'll wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slightly. He won't move at first, and then you beckon him out of the ring." Stephanie starred off into space.
"Huh, What now?"
"You'll be sort of like, his master."
"Kinky,.... you do realize he's old enough to be my dad?"
"There's only one business in the world where no one gives a shit..." Stephanie smiled. "We need to find you an outfit, and possibly find a hairdo for you." She said getting up. She pushed a button on her phone.
"I'm going out, take messages for me will you?" Stephanie said. The receptionist said yes and Stephanie walked out of the room, signaling Thyst to go with her.
"So I was thinking, All black, but with some flash to it." Stephanie held up a cut-off-sleeved shirt. It was completely black, and showed enough cleavage.
"I like that. On to the shorts." Thyst said.
"Shorts?" Stephanie gave Thyst a look of "what are you thinking?"
"I need something that makes me and Undertaker look different. I mean we're showing the same amount of chest and arm." Thyst looked at the picture of The Undertaker's new outfit. "That cowboy hat is pimpin'." Thyst said.
"You'd look too much like a cowgirl with shorts and the hat. We're going to give you the same coat thing that he has, but not until after Wrestlemania." Stephanie said, looking at the pairs of shorts. She held up a tomb raider looking pair.
"I'd prefer Jeans, if you don't mind." Thyst searched through the clothing rakes.
"Here." Stephanie held up a pair of black shorts that had zippers and leather parts everywhere.
"We'd have to modify them a bit, but they look awesome." Thyst said.
"Now about your hair and make-up." Stephanie smiled.
"Uh Oh" Thyst said as she was drug to the beauty salon part of the store.
Thyst sat back and about fell asleep as they picked and prodded at her hair. Finally it was done and she looked in the mirror. They had died her hair jet black, and trimmed it so it was layered beautifully. It was pinned partway up. No curling or gel needed, simple and sweet.
"Well, you might as well meet your 'playboy'." Stephanie giggled as she took out her cell and called Mark.
"Hey Mark, I got a surprise for you...." Stephanie smiled devilishly and looked at Thyst.
become a wrestler. It seemed God was in her favor, she was to debut at
Wrestlemania XX.
She stood 5'7, long cascading brown hair, and eyes that changed from green to blue, depending on the way the light hit them. She was 24, very well built, and beautiful. She definitely looked like a Diva in her face, but her style told differently. She wore mainly black shirts and saggy pants. She didn't like the idea of being uncomfortable. In the summer she'd wear shorts of course, but she'd personalize them.
She walked into Stephanie's Office two days before the Wrestlemania.
"Umm, I'm here to talk about my gimmick." Amethyst sat down. She heard a knock on the door, and it was the famous Mark Calloway himself.
"So, we're bringing back Paul Bearer aren't we?" He said, then noticed the brunette sitting in the chair across from Stephanie.
"Hi." He said in his low voice, and nodded at Amethyst. She smiled and waved.
"Yes, for the fiftieth time, yes!" Stephanie said, frustrated.
"Amethyst Marxist." Amethyst twisted her self so that she faced Mark and outstretched her hand.
"Mark Calloway." He said, taking her hand and briefly shaking it before walking out the door and slamming it.
"So, Thyst.... You need a gimmick....." Stephanie thought. Suddenly she had this look of discovery on her face.
"You know, The Undertaker's coming back as his old self....." Stephanie said in a soft voice.
"Yeah, so?" Thyst, which is what everyone called her, shrugged and gave Stephanie a look of question.
"Well, he never had a female companion." Stephanie said, crossing her arms and legs and leaning back in her chair.
"You don't mean?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, so am I just eye candy?"
"Not really. I've got a plan for you. You'll debut at Wrestlemania XX, and you'll be one of the druids, and when Undertaker walks through the flaming torches, he'll grab your arm. You'll be the only druid not carrying a torch. You'll stand by Paul Bearer the whole time until he wins. Then Paul Bearer will beckon you in the ring, and that's when you'll take off your robe to reveal a female replica of him, and you'll wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slightly. He won't move at first, and then you beckon him out of the ring." Stephanie starred off into space.
"Huh, What now?"
"You'll be sort of like, his master."
"Kinky,.... you do realize he's old enough to be my dad?"
"There's only one business in the world where no one gives a shit..." Stephanie smiled. "We need to find you an outfit, and possibly find a hairdo for you." She said getting up. She pushed a button on her phone.
"I'm going out, take messages for me will you?" Stephanie said. The receptionist said yes and Stephanie walked out of the room, signaling Thyst to go with her.
"So I was thinking, All black, but with some flash to it." Stephanie held up a cut-off-sleeved shirt. It was completely black, and showed enough cleavage.
"I like that. On to the shorts." Thyst said.
"Shorts?" Stephanie gave Thyst a look of "what are you thinking?"
"I need something that makes me and Undertaker look different. I mean we're showing the same amount of chest and arm." Thyst looked at the picture of The Undertaker's new outfit. "That cowboy hat is pimpin'." Thyst said.
"You'd look too much like a cowgirl with shorts and the hat. We're going to give you the same coat thing that he has, but not until after Wrestlemania." Stephanie said, looking at the pairs of shorts. She held up a tomb raider looking pair.
"I'd prefer Jeans, if you don't mind." Thyst searched through the clothing rakes.
"Here." Stephanie held up a pair of black shorts that had zippers and leather parts everywhere.
"We'd have to modify them a bit, but they look awesome." Thyst said.
"Now about your hair and make-up." Stephanie smiled.
"Uh Oh" Thyst said as she was drug to the beauty salon part of the store.
Thyst sat back and about fell asleep as they picked and prodded at her hair. Finally it was done and she looked in the mirror. They had died her hair jet black, and trimmed it so it was layered beautifully. It was pinned partway up. No curling or gel needed, simple and sweet.
"Well, you might as well meet your 'playboy'." Stephanie giggled as she took out her cell and called Mark.
"Hey Mark, I got a surprise for you...." Stephanie smiled devilishly and looked at Thyst.