::After a brief commercial break, Kaylyn Vaude was seen leaving her locker room, a smile on her face as she headed down to the catering area. Those white baggy sweat pants were hanging low on her waist, and that black beater was cut up as it had been lately. It seemed she changed her whole wardrobe for comfort. Stopping at the table she grabbed two bottles of water before turning to head back. She seemed to be in high spirits, and with every step her hair seemed to flow along her back. Something was keeping her quite happy lately.  Coming down the hall in the opposite direction is Aurelei Jamison, clad in her black, blue and purple ring gear, her white eyes forward and her gloved hands being pounded into one another in turn.  Perhaps a bit of psyching up for the night's festivities?  It certainly didn't look like she was doing it out of anger because, like Kaylyn, Aura looked rather chipper.  She checked her step at about this point, her eyes orienting on Vaude.  She barely paused before continuing on, her body language reflecting how she saw no need for recognition beyond that.::

 

RJ: “Could have an explosion here, Mitchell.  There’s no love lost between these two former champions.”

 

MS: “The fact that they’re tied for the longest single Women’s Championship reign in ACW history doesn’t help matters.”

 

::Seeing Aurelei she took in a deep breath to keep herself at peace.::

 

Kaylyn: "Jamison."

 

::She said simply as she got closer to her. A soft smile placed across her tiers before she continued to speak.::

 

Kaylyn:  "Or should I apologize for even saying your name? After all, I am lower on the food chain then the Corporation drop outs....isn't that right?"

 

::That smile never left her face, and surprisingly, her tone stayed just as plesant.  Stopping about a foot shy of Kaylyn, Aura lowered her hands to her sides and cocked her head to the side a bit as she listened, then retorted with an eerie amount of calm.::

 

Aurelei: "Self-depreciation doesn't suit you, Vaude."

 

::No smile, no snark...just a response.::

 

Kaylyn: "Don't worry, no apology was going to be made either way. Just thought I would let you know...I am watching. Good luck tonight, looks like you will all need it."

 

::Her finger tips were seen lifting off the one water bottle just slightly enough to give a little wavy in Jamison's direction, before she turned her head away from her to continue her path to the locker room once more.::

 

Aurelei: "Luck..."

 

::She snorts in a derisive yet amused fashion.::

 

Aurelei: "...yes, I'll need luck tonight to not break a nail when I'm clawing Vespertine's eyes out."

 

::The comment is said more for herself than anyone else as she stares down at her curled fingers with no small amount of eagerness.  Resuming her trek down the hall to meet Eric at the entryway, she actually...whistles a tune.