She narrowed her deep Grey eyes into the large mirror before her, a small smirk appearing upon her angelic face. Ruffling her bleach blonde, perfectly curled locks... she could well be more mistaken for what she is worth. Despite her super model like exterior, she is a deadly force when in battle. Looks are decieving in this business and that goes for many. When she looks into the mirror before her, her face staring back blankly at her, she see's greatness... she see's herself at the top of the chain and has no intention of falling from it. Rumour mills had been speculating a triumphant return within the 4 sides of PWT's rope bound canvas, and this could more than definately confirm them. Destiny takes a small step to the side, the camera panning out slowly to reveal her perfect physical attributes. Wearing a small black top; the words "Glamorous" written in small rhinestones across the middle just barely covering her toned midriff, because that is exactly how she rates herself, some small black shorts accompanied by some fishnets and some black wrestling boots. She turns to the side, admiring herself and checking for any impossible inhumane imperfections. You see, she may come across as someone who doesn't give a damn about herself, but in reality she loves her fans. She acquires a certain cockiness and swagger, that you can't help hating yourself for loving it. She proceeds herself away from the mirror, perfectly situated somewhere around the halls... as she makes her way with a small strut and flick of her tiny hips, she couldn't help but notice the attention she happened to be recieving and threw small smiles towards everyone she passed. Noticing a camera following her,she stops in her tracks and flicks her head around, her bob following suit. A smirk creeps up her face as she recognises that this could possibly be her chance to address things.
Destiny; "Well, Well, Well... looky who we have here. Aren't you in for a treat, because now every single time you tune into Shockwave! you certainly won't have a sight for sore eyes. Greatness is what you will see, nothing more, nothing less. I intend to provide you not only with myself, but with a double dose of love. Because after all, what else can you say for the Womens Division at the moment?" she laughs "Oh, how i can't help but laugh at the sticky situation... personally can anyone say it's completely dead? or is that just me? I have heard about the tyrant Ciara Cage you happen to see prancing around like she owns Russia or something, if it's one thing i cannot stand... the whole holier than thou attitude. She has her little sidekick Georgia James following her around like a lost puppy. Awww how comforting, they share such a casual bond. She may not have had such stiff competition in the past, but i can say the tables have firmly changed. I'm bringing my ace to knock off the queen, and get what's rightfully mine. We're all in this little chase... and mediocre in-ring ability just doesn't cut it, which is what half of the Womens Division seem to posess alot of. I can safely vow for all my adoring fans out there, that i have the ability, charisma, looks and personality to add something to the fire, spice it up a little if you will. I guess it's not all as peachy as it seems around here. And as far as Mrsz Glamorous is concerned... you ain't seen nothing yet..."
She taps the side of the camera playfully with a small smirk, before blowing into it with a small kiss. She couldn't wait to show the engine that she had, she had been physically undemrined in the past, and if it means stomping all over a fellow London Native, who she had been known to have trained with in the past... Then so be it. She is then seen, moving herself off into the opposite direction, carrying on her small voyage down the halls an smile on her face.
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