What fuckin' ever... (spoils, open)

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

It wasn't long before her bag was packed and she was on the phone looking for an earlier flight back from Chicago. Why, you ask?

She's the only one that even walked UP to the champion in the first place and said, "Yeah, I'm still here, and I want what you have..." She didn't sit behind a camera miles away and boast about how great she was and how she'll be the next champion. No. Face to face, telling her that she wants it.

Check 1.

She does what she tells the Champion she'll do... go after the loud-mouth annoyance. The pain in her ass. This being Veranica Styles' ultra-repetitive annoyance. She gets the match signed in a heated development that even had Candice Angel come out and put a stop to it... Veranica spitting the same old, annoying crap... and Amy just painting her out for the muscle-meat-head retard that she really is... nothing stopping her... even laughing at being called a Lilith wanna-be and other signs of pure idiocrisy and the fall-out of the current society of this country... where imbeciles are allowed to live and such.

Check 2.

Then... the match. And all Amy can think to herself is...

What.
The.
Fuck.
Happened.

... Seriously. Did she have her head up her ass? God, s he didn't know, and couldn't even begin to fathom how she can come out to such a hot start... only to just start blowing it all down the road. She was pissed at herself... her big chance, and she's digging herself a deeper and deeper grave BY THE DAY. I mean... it's not going to boil down to her begging for managerial favors and crap like that, is it?

No... she refused to be like that.

"I'm actually about half an hour away from the airport... so as much as I'd like to be out of here on that flight... God knows that it's going to be... well... impossible...

Give me the 10:00 back to Chicago... I don't care what it costs me... and I'll pay the first class price if that is all that you have left..."

Isadora wasn't here, she didn't make the card... so she didn't have to worry about catching up to her young friend. She didn't want to go out and enjoy the Big Easy...

She just wanted out of here to regroup. Next phone call... is the taxi company... they normally waited around arenas for shows such as this. As she walks down the hallway, she pushes send on the phone.

[interested]

Turning a corner was the brutal Bryan Colombain, still happy from the beating he gave Genesis at the previous House Show. Why was he absent from the card? Why the fuck would he tell YOU? Turning his head to the right, he notices Amy, attempting to leave the area from what was visible to the monster. Stepping into the hallway, Bryan folds his arms and takes a good look at Amy. Shaking his head, he eventually called out.

"Not easy taking the loss, is it?"

Oh dear. Antagonism kicking already. You'd think that for once, Bryan would be nice, especially around the females. That certainly proved you wrong, didn't it? Getting a smirk on his face, Bryan awaited to see if he would get a reaction out of Amy.

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"You sound like you speak from experience..."

She turns to the monster that has confronted her.

[interested]

Bryan scoffed at the comment Amy said and responded.

"Only when you've been cheated out of the victory, like at Absolution."

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"Oh, wah. You lost a legitimate pinfall after four matches, just the same amount your opponent wrestled as well. It's not his fault that you couldn't keep up with him... Honestly? I've seen big guys like you just fizzle out and be useless after only minutes in the ring. Try slimming down. It might help you out some."

[rr]

On his way to resume his post at Lady Bankova's side, Radimir takes notice of two individuals... one he's seen before... and the other that is familiar yet strangely forgettable? If that's the case, he surely won't begin wondering why about that one...

With the towel still over his head, he could smell the signs of defeat petruding from both of them. Something and possibly the only thing they had in common at this point in time. A crack of his neck follows while he couldn't help in overhearing a certain comment made by the smaller of the two. His shrouded eyes are directed toward her, with a snort in tow. These two are classified as Red Competitors, yet there is more brooding over the past then there should be. Radimir never approved of dwellers...

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

She huffs out.

"Yeah, I thought so... nothing to even speak about. Bye."

She didn't have time for silent giants... of course, she stops in her tracks walking away from him, gasping slightly. In front of her? Of course was Miss Bank's silent pet Russian.

"Uhhh..."

She peers her head to the side, trying to see under the towel...

"Hi?"

[rr]

He looks away, a quick glance toward the man of a similar build as his that this small one dismissed most rudely. Something tells Radimir that it was warranted, to say the least. One would believe that someone who is in contention for big strap would know better. Radimir will make sure to keep an eye on that...

His attention reverts to that of this incessant little mouse, trying to sneak and squeak a peak of his eyes. He lowers his chin, with a defiant shift from side to side of his head. Reaching into his pocket, he manages to find one sole petal from the black ROSE issued from a past beating. He extends his hand to her, with the mashed petal in the center of his gloved palm. He looks away once more.