Dark brown hues had watched the raven haired diva intently, examining every move she made with excitement and a feeling of surreality flowing throughout her during one of her and Scarlett’s shared in ring training sessions. Scarlett had only been at FCW for a week but it had been a blissful experience so far, being that everyone was being, for the most part, friendly and helpful with only a few scenes where tension had arose in the locker room causing for uncomfortableness. This was much better than the indie experience she had found herself and her twin on before making her way into the world of the wrestling her father had indulged himself in many years ago, and it was nothing like he had explained. It was calm and helpful and not at all stressful like he had said it was, but then again she wasn’t apart of the bigger scheme of things yet and she had just begin to climb in the ring with woman who where just as good, if not better, than she was. One of those woman who she considered to be better–way better, was Paige, the woman she had been watching. The way she wrestled…it was amazing, beautiful almost, and Scarlett envied it, in a good way if course.
Scarlett had only admired this woman from afar, never really taking up the chance to talk to her aside from the little wrestling words they’d pass between one another in the ring while training, but she was going to change that today. The young Piper wanted to know how this woman got to be where she was, and who trained her, and maybe, if she was feeling a little confident, ask if she’d spend a little time helping the Piper improve, something Scarlett lived to do. Walking over to the Diva, Scarlett braced herself for both the worst and the best. You never knew what you’d get out of these woman, so she was preparing herself for either way, leaving no surprise to I revealed once she got there.
“Hi, I’m Scarlett P-” Twin-flesh was quick to shut as the word “Piper” almost escaped out it. No one down there knew she belonged to Roddy except for her twin and the people who had hired her, and they all intended to keep it that way, just for the sake of not ruining the experience with the hate she was likely receive carrying around a legacy like Roddy’s around with her by having his last name. “I’m Scarlett Rose, you can just call me Scar if you’d like though,” she spoke, recovering from her almost accident.
