Ramira walked into the HSBC arena the following Sunday night to make her first appearance on TV. Yawning, it occurred to her that she needed to find the woman's locker room.
Eventually by wandering relentlessly around the backstage hallways for a good forty minutes she found the woman's locker room.
Because it was a Sunday Night Heat not many Divas were on hand. Lilian Garcia appeared to be the only woman using the locker room. Closing the door Ramira walked in and placed her duffel bag on a bench.
"Hi," pausing Lilian raised her eyes to meet Ramira's, "you must be Truant."
"Um… yeah but just call me Ramira. Truant's only an in-ring type deal ya know," she added.
"Yeah I kind of figured that out, but when running over the script for entrances I only get in ring names so ya know kinda hard."
"Yeah I guess," Ramira laughed, "So anyone else in here tonight or just us?"
"Well I do believe that Lita is schedule to do a small run in tonight with Gene Snitsky," Lilian said, adding a shudder to the last part.
"You mean that uber creepy dude that stalks almost anything with a rack on," Ramira asked slightly disgusted.
"Yeah you nailed it on the head," Lilian laughed.
Smiling Ramira turned to the locker and took off her leather jacket and placed it in the small cubby hole that had been provided to her for the night. Yawning Ramira took the next twenty minutes before Heat started to put on a pair of cut up jeans with blue tights underneath them, roll up the pant legs so that her Doc Martins were well seen by the crowd. Pulling a slashed Distillers shirt on she looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't look to bad," she said out loud.
"Um Ramira," Lilian asked.
"Yeah Lilian?"
"If you want people to notice you, you have to put make up on. You know to project yourself towards the crowd and all."
"Jeez I'm terrible with that stuff. Never needed to put any, ever."
"Well that is true you are very pretty naturally but for this business you need a bit of drama."
"Shit, I don't even have any makeup with me," Ramira pouted.
"You can use mine if you want. I'll even help you if you'd like," Lilian said.
"That'd be like a miracle." So Ramira sat down in front of Lilian and stayed as still as she could, by the time Lilian was done Ramira couldn't tell it was her.
She had used dark kohl to outline the rims of her eyes, given her a blood red pout, covered up some of the red in her cheeks and nose, and put some dark blue eye shadow on. "You look great Ramira," the ring announcer said proudly.
Laughing Ramira joked, "Yeah but I think this is more Truant styled."
As the girls laughed, a sharp knock came to the door. A head poked itself in, "Five minutes to show Lilian, fifteen to your debut Truant."
Sighing Lilian got up, "Well good luck."
"Yeah I'll need it."
As Sunday Night Heat started rolling along Ramira realized she was scheduled to do a run in with Lita.
Hands shaking Ramira walked outside to where the segment was being filmed. Taking a deep breathe, she exhaled and picked up the sledgehammer that had been provided to her from a prop guy.
"Lita. My my my what a lovely sight to be seeing you. Oh and it seems your little guard dog isn't around. Now where could he possibly be," Snitsky asked leering at the red head.
"He is away at an emergency…" Lita stammered.
Smiling Snitsky pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. Hitting a few buttons, Lita noticed her cell phone vibrating. Picking it up she looked at the number than at Snitsky. "Seems familiar lovely," he gleamed at her. Looking nervously around Lita started to breathe quickly, backing up into a car she was suddenly trapped between Snitsky and the car.
Reaching out to touch her face, he leaned in. His face dangerous meshed up against Lita he breathed, "I have you all to myself. But the question is what to do with you?" He brought his hand up to cup her chest when suddenly, he was sent sprawling sideways.
Bringing the sledgehammer across her shoulders a smiling Truant drawled at him, "That is defiantly not the way to hit on a lady. In fact let me give you some pointers on how to properly hit on someone." Smiling a sadistic smile she swung the sledgehammer again and caught him square in the ribs and sent him flying into a wall.
Walking up to the slumped form formally known as Gene Snitsky, she crooked her finger and put it under his chin. Snarling she spat, "That is how you hit on someone. You sick bastard." The camera closed in to see her smile at him then push his face away from her.
Picking up the sledgehammer she slung it across her shoulders and walked out of the garage area.
Hey wait up. Lita said clamoring behind her, "Who are you."
Pausing Ramira smiled and stated simply, "I'm Truant. Nice to meet you." And with that she spun around and continued to walk away.
