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[indent]The stage was vacant, and the audience was buzzing for what they’d see next. That’s when the lights came back on and an announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your AWE Women’s Champion, Barbie Summers!”

Before her theme even started, the boos began, and they only intensified when she came out, but she wasn’t dressed in ring gear. No. She was dressed in an immodest white beach bikini, wearing Maui Jim designer sunglasses with tinted pink lenses, and a white hibiscus flower in her perfectly-styled wavy blonde hair. Her title belt was around her waist as she strutted barefoot down the ramp, swishing and swaying her hips with every step. In one hand was a mic, and tucked under the other arms was a folding deck chair.

When she arrived at the ring, she took the steps, and slowly got into the ring through the ropes, making damn sure to stick her butt out and point it at camera three as she did so. She then set up her deck stair in the middle of the ring, took of the title belt and placed it down carefully, lay down on the chair, and then clicked her fingers. An official came, holding a typical beach parasol, which he placed to give her shade from the studio lights. All this done, she raised the mic to her lips, and the boos and general chatter of the crowd immediately died to a silence. They wanted to hear this.

[color=e0218a][b]"Day one of the Queen’s vacation!”[/b][/color] She declared with a wide smirk, as a few people started to boo already. [color=e0218a][i]Oh, just wait. I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.[/i][/color] Barbie waited for the few boo-ers to quieten back down, then continues, still smirking. [color=e0218a][b]"I defended my title last week, so guess what? I’m taking Sin City Showdown off! Not that I have anything against Vegas besides the dust, the roads, the people, and the cheap, sleazy tackiness of the whole city, but I’m in the mood for some sun, sand and sea with my darling Drayden. One of the other women can entertain you by putting their bodies on the line in a hot, dark arena in cheap, tacky Vegas. I don’t have to!”[/b][/color]

As the boos got louder in response to this, a large portion of the crowd started chanting “DEFEND TITLE!” [i]Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap[/i], which slowly morphed as new chants broke out, including “YOU’RE A COWARD!” and “SYDNEY ELLIS!”, all of which were clearly audible. Upon the mention of her opponent’s name. Barbie sat up, and her smile vanished.

[color=e0218a][b]"I hear you chanting Sydney Ellis up there!”[/b][/color] She yelled angrily and shrilly into the mic, before her confident grin reemerged, and she leaned back. [color=e0218a][b]"That’s adorable. You still root for your little GI Jane soldier girl even though I beat her! I proved, when I faced her, that he was wrong about me! I’m not a coward, I can fight, and I did. And I kicked your ass! How do you like me now, Sydney? Did you go back to your little bunker to play with your little action figures because you stepped to a real champion and failed? I cut you down to size, Sydney! I proved to the whole world that I was right about you! You’re a nothing! A nobody! Just a short, muscle-bound freak who, despite her freakish muscles, cannot fight. I thought that was what you were all about, Sydney. Fighting? Well, that worked out sooo well for you! You know, it’s actually impressive that a woman with as poor mic skills as you can still manage to be all talk. That’s really impressive!”[/b][/color]

Barbie calmed down, and lay back down into the chair, as she raised her bare shapely legs and started to caress her right leg with her left foot idly, yet the effect was tantalisingly sexy. [color=e0218a][b]"So, that’s the situation. I’m going on vacation next week, and when I get back, after Sin City Showdown, we’ll see if there are any women in the locker room who are worthy of facing me. Because I really, really doubt there are any of you left.”[/b][/color]

As everyone boo’d (and pretty much everyone did boo, for how hot Barbie was, people sure did hate her — blew Roddy’s mind), the TitanTron flickered and the image of Roddy backstage, behind his desk. His fingers were folded on his desk and he was leaning forward toward the camera, looking it dead in the eye. [color=c4be19][b]“Now, Barbie, champions don’t get vacations. You’re [i]going[/i] to defend your title at Sin City Showdown, whether you like it or not. You may be wondering ‘who’s left?!’ That’s an awesome question. Well… I’ve only been taking it easy on you as a favor to a friend of mine… and he’s gone.”[/b][/color] At the thinly veiled mention of Drayden, the crowd cheered for a bit, before it faded into boos. DRAYDEN WANTED THIS BITCH TO BE FRONT AND CENTER? Yeah, he did. Roddy was quick to keep going though, [color=c4be19][b]“You know what that means? Means it’s showtime, princess. You are gonna defend that title in a triple threat match against Sydney Ellis [i]and[/i] Morgana at the same damn time. [i]No[/i] champion’s advantage, [i]no[/i] disqualification, [i]no[/i] count outs. Figure this one out.”[/b][/color] With that, the screen faded and Barbie was left alone to react.

She didn’t. At least not at first. As the crowd cheered, they had time to celebrate without paying attention as Barbie stared at the titantron in shock. Then, with a shaky hand, she took off her sunglasses, and got to her feet. She raised the mic to her mouth. [color=e0218a][b]"NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BI-”[/b][/color] She began to scream hysterically, before the mic cut off. At this final straw, she threw the mic to the floor, tore the flower from her hair and threw that to the floor to join the mic, and then returned to the deckchair and flipped it over violently. Seething, in the middle of the ring, in a bikini, her hair now a mess, Barbie continued to scream her protests at the titantron, though nobody could hear a word she was saying.[/indent]