Takeover

Chapter 12: Change in Attitude

"Tell me again why I'm doing this?" Cammi asked wrapping a towel around her dripping wet hair.

"Because, if we wanna go through with this plan, we gotta look the part. Don't you think?" Cassidy replied, throwing away different things: bottles, rubber gloves, small empty boxes stained with red.

"Then why aren't you doing anything with your hair, then?" Cammi asked, trying to balance the towel on her head.

"Because, Cam, I've already established myself as a strong competitor who'd drop anyone into next week. You, on the other hand, are a little itty bitty pixie who flies and needs to look more threatening. And red totally looks good on you!" Cassidy gushed, receiving a roll of the eyes from Cammi.

"If you say so. I still think you should dye yours. Ooh dye your hair green."

"No way!"

"What's wrong with green? I think it'd look cute on you."

"Never. End of discussion," Cassidy glares.

"Sheesh. What's got your panties in a twist?"

"The fact that we have to do all of this at all"

"Honestly, we don't have to. This was your idea anyways."

"Yeah, but you heard Ambrose. 'Do something worth fearing.' So let's do it."

"I can't believe you talked me into going through with this."

"Well the red's in your hair, no going back now. And stop pouting, it's not like it's all of your hair. You're not turning into Eva Marie."

Cammi turned and flipped Cassidy the bird. Cassidy giggled and turned back to cleaning their hotel bathroom up. When all was done and as soon as she heard the blow dryer turn on, Cassidy plopped onto one of the beds in their shared hotel room. Patiently waiting for Cammi to finish up, Cassidy rolled over onto her stomach and played with the zipper on one of the luggage bags on the bed beside her. She smiled as she thought of what was inside: ring gear, but not just any ring gear. This was part of what Cassidy liked to call the beginning of their own little revolution. Freshly sewed by Sandra, the WWE's seamstress per request of a surprisingly helpful Dean Ambrose, Cammi and Cassidy were able to get something new. Sexy is what he called it. Cassidy opened her suitcase and stared lovingly at her new outfit. She reached out to touch it, fingertips grazing over the fabric gently as if it were to break with the slightest bit of force. As slowly as possible, she lifted it up and held it in her hands. As silly as it may sound, this was the start of something great. Cassidy could feel it. Cammi may not be able to see what the future would hold for them yet, but she'd thank Cassidy later. This was gonna be the start of a new era in wrestling. This time, no one would tell them to hold back. And it all starts when they put on this new gear and walk out those curtains to the crowd. Cassidy could picture it already. It sent tingles down her spine. The sweet taste of nostalgia made its way to her senses as she felt the excitement within her veins once again. They'd have respect. They'd be feared.

"Alright, so how do you think it looks?" Cammi questioned as she walked into Cassidy's view. She ran her fingers through her now dry hair, holding the colored portions out so the lamp light made it shine brightly. Cassidy smiled with delight. She gently tucked the folded gear back into its spot in her luggage and hopped off of the bed. She ran her fingers through the red strands of hair flowing all around her head. It almost glowed when the right light hit it at just the right angle.

"It looks gorgeous on you! You're gonna look like such a bad ass tomorrow." Cassidy practically squealed.

"It's just a color, sweetie. The real question is if I can act the part. It takes more than some hair dye and leather to make me into some ass kicker."