Looking at the reflection of herself from the mirror in her locker room, the supermodel would apply some lip gloss to her lips and give the mirror a smooch and a wink. It was no secret that Ami adored herself, she personified herself as the peak of perfection. One way assume that a woman from her background, coming from the model industry, would have no idea what to expect in the pro-wrestling world and while that may have been true in her early career it was not the case anymore. A former champion in her last wrestling promotion, she had similar aspirations for LAW too. Many had assumed that Ami would follow into her brother's footsteps but it turned out, those who truly knew her, would know that in actuality she was a much better wrestler than him.
"Now then...time to get down to business" she said with a wicked grin while pulling up her ruby red wrestling briefs. The top half of her attire consisted of a similar themed sports bra and the supermodel would sit on the bench to put on her wrestling boots to get ready. A stage hand would knock on the door and Ami would open the door in a rash manner. "UGH, what do you want? Can't you see I am busy?" she scowled at him. The poor assistant would cower behind his clipboard and only wanted to let her know it was time for her match. Ami would rub her forehead in an annoyed fashion and smack the clipboard out from his hand before heading towards the gorilla position.
Ami Takeuchi

"Alright, bring on this supposed brute I am supposed to be facing today. I don't have all day because I have a scheduled manicure later today, MKay?" she would say out loud.