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[indent]Barbara stood backstage and shook the nerves out of her limbs before her theme music started up. It didn’t matter how many times she did this, or how much she loved her job, nor how long she had held the title belt that was strapped around her waist - she still got the jitters when it came to performing. It is good practice for the young aspiring actress, pretending to be someone that she truly is not: Barbie Summers, top bitch, talentless whore, Plastic Queen… the girl that doesn’t deserve this.

[color=e0218a][i]Fuck that, I deserve every bit of this.[/i][/color] Barbara thought to herself, getting hyped and into character. Barbara cared a lot about the heat that she received, but Barbie basked in the flames. Barbie thinks herself better than all of these peasants - these good-for-nothing fans and wrestlers that think they [i]know[/i] who she is - they need to be taught that their place is, always was and always will be, [i]below[/i] her.

The tinkling notes of her theme song prepped Barbie for her entrance and she got in position to walk. The lights of the arena dimmed to near blackness as the intro played. When the first few notes of the song hit, the titantron lit up with her stage name “Barbie Summers” in thick, glittery pink script. The very edges of the screen were bordered with bright white circular lights, very reminiscent of old school movie theater signs, a hint at her Hollywood-sized dreams.

Dressed in a shiny spandex mockery of a purple and pink cheerleader’s uniform, Barbie strutted her stuff down the aisle. The crowd wasted no time greeting her with their usual chorus of boos. Barbie took it in stride, posing for photos and dancing to her theme as if she heard nothing at all. She was a star, and this aisle was her red carpet. Confetti cannons posted along both sides of the aisle blasted glittering gold and silver flecks into air to rain down upon the champion, and some lucky fans. Gold like the title at her waist, and silver like the crown on her head. How lovely.

Upon arriving to the ring, Barbie deftly jumped up to grab the second rope. Using her upper body and core strength, Barbie pulled herself up and pushed her feet forward so that she slid onto the canvas without touching the bottom rope, limbo style. She stood up from the entrance smoothly and did a quick princess wave to the left, and another to the right, before she made her way to the center of the ring.

In the middle of the ring stood an ostentatious, gaudy throne that was draped in silks and flowers to match her outfit. Barbie sat gently in the throne, stuck her nose up in the air, and held out her hand for the referee to place a microphone in. Once he did, Barbie grinned smugly at the crowd before beginning her monologue.

[color=e0218a][b]“You know, a girl like me has people… and my people have been telling me some [i]very[/i] interesting things recently. Do you know what they’ve been saying to me?"[/b][/color] she paused and awaited their response. They booed, naturally. Some even picked up their taunt about sucking Drayden - to which she did not respond to today, she was sticking to her own script, for once. 

[color=e0218a][b]“I’ve heard that some of you have taken to calling me the Plastic Queen. And, you know?”[/b][/color] Barbie mockingly put a hand to her chest as if she was overcome with emotion.

[color=e0218a][b]“You know, that is just so cute. Really, it’s quite amusing. Plastic is fake, I get it. How verrry clever. But let me set you straight here... just because I am something that none of you - or any of these other wrestlers - will ever be, doesn’t mean that I am not real. If being THE BEST female wrestler in AWE history makes me fake, then package me up and call me plastic, by all means. Plastic or not, though, you are absolutely right about one thing, Dolls, and that is that I. AM. QUEEN.”[/b][/color] The blonde made a show of crossing her legs regally on the throne before toying at a rose petal with her left index finger. Her right hand still held the mic that she spoke into.

[color=e0218a][b]“And it has been a very big week for your Queen, in many ways. This week marks the 100 day anniversary of me driving the Evil Sorceress out of the kingdom, isn’t that wonderful? I have had over one hundred glorious, victorious days with this title. It should be a time of celebration for us! But… the festivities must wait, for our King...”[/b][/color] Barbie frowned at the crowd, and there was a large part of Barbara frowning behind the character as well. This was a hard time for Drayden, and it broke her heart to see it.

[color=e0218a][b]“Our King has to go away for some time. So, my Dolls, it looks like it’s just going to be you and I for a while. While pretender kings may come and try to warm this throne in Drayden’s stead - I want you all to know that the TRUE ROYALS of AWE aren’t going anywhere. Drayden [i]will[/i] be back and by my side once more."[/b][/color] 

Barbie's voice grew harsh and assertive now. [color=e0218a][b]“This is [i]our[/i] kingdom, and I will continue to rule for the both of us. If anyone thinks they have a right to this throne, they can meet me in the ring where they will only end up bowing at me feet -- Long Live Queen B!”[/b][/color][/indent]