>>20946894An attire of a black leather crop top and shorts was the go-to style for the girl who had dreams of running this whole damn place like a rock star controlling her audience. Black gloves, or wrist bands if she was feeling like she needed some finger gun mobility, and it was almost there -- a little bit cliched, perhaps, though it was hard to deny it got the point across. Naturally even lighter, Smith would dye her hair... well, she tried a lot of options, some crazier than others, but soon settling on somewhere between an Angelic silver and gunmetal grey. It matched her eyes; the single thing she had come to accept from her birth parents.
But the whole thing didn't quite come together until Smith added on the gift her real parents had sneaked into her luggage before she left home so long ago: a pair of one of a kind, Chopard De Rigo Vision sunglasses. Tamara had paid her parents back a thousand times by now, but no amount of money would ever be enough. The cheap pair of glasses Tamara had found at a hole-in-the-wall store were fine for everyday use, but it was the knowledge of what those sunnies were, and where they came from, that turned Tamara Smith into someone else. 'A future so bright you'll needs two pairs of shades,' someone had told her once.
Making it her signature look to peer over the frames, to ensure she never had to remove them if she didn't want to, the combination of her eyes and glasses would intensely stare down her opponents in both promos and in the ring, and she would do it with a promise in her heart: "Kelly Omega does not fucking blink first."
