After cutting her promo, Barbie slid through the ropes and gracefully hopped down from the apron. The ominous wind-chime-like notes of the intro to her power rock theme echoed through the arena. The chorus of boos surrounding her seemed to match the mood of the song; that was more than coincidental. Despite the open heat thrown at her, Barbie sauntered up the ramp towards backstage with the widest of smiles. She paused for a moment and cupped her right hand to her ear, as if they weren’t
singing loud enough for her.
“What’s that, Dolls?” the blonde asked, referring to her anti-fans in her usual manner. She turned around and walked backwards up the ramp, holding her hands out in front of her and pulling her fingers towards herself and then away. and then back towards herself again - beckoning them to get louder. The crowd took the cue and booed loud enough to reach the rafters.
“Oh, you haven’t had enough of me, huh?’ Barbie taunted as the cameras panned in to get a better view of her smug grin.
“Well, okay then,” she said and did a mock curtsy before the people and then pranced back down the aisle, towards the ring.
Sitting at the center of the desk, where he always did, Wade watched as the AWE Women’s Champion turned around and headed back toward the ring.
“I guess… she’s not done yet? Must have a few more… choice words for the fans that are here tonight.” He commented, digging his fingers into the bag of Gummy Octopus in front of him, stuffing one into his mouth. The only way to stop from getting too hype, was to eat candy.
The Plastic Queen walked along the edge of the ring and blew a kiss towards the fans - wrestling fans, not necessarily
her fans - on the right. Making her way to the announcer’s desk, Barbie ran a single index finger along the surface, like she was inspecting it for dust. She brought her hand up to get a better look, rubbed her thumb and index finger together, and then shrugged. The reigning diva hopped up onto the desk and planted her cheerleader-esque-skirted bottom right between Wade and Marcus.
“Mind if I join you boys?” Barbie asked, but didn’t wait for any response. Their opinions didn’t matter, a Queen needs no permissions to do as she pleases. She even went so far as to snatch a sugary sea creature from the baggie in front of Wade and took a slow, verging on lewd, bite of it. Chewing on the treat, Barbie turned to MarkyMark Granger and plucked the headset right off of his head.
“Thanks,” she said sarcastically and adjusted the headset so that it wouldn’t displace the small, glittery tiara that Tay had nestled in her blonde pile of curls earlier that day. Mark openly gawked at the entire display, obviously enamored by the sex appeal rolling off of her in waves.
“Who do you think you are, looking at me like that? Have you seen my boyfriend?” she asked, catching him staring, and rolled her eyes dramatically.
Being the one with the faster quip,
Kane Zimmerman, who leaned back in his chair like he had no care in the world, pulled his shades up and gazed upon the sexually attractive, yet gaudy, blonde. A smirk fell on his face before he chuckled,
“Hey, B. If you don’t want to be looked at, maybe you should give up your title like your man was forced to do.” While bringing his chair down, he dug into his pant’s pocket and took out a container of orange tic tacs, Barbie scoffed, not even giving such a statement the time of day.
“I’m mildly jealous you chose to sit there, instead of here.” He gestured toward the section between him and Wade and then poured the candy into his mouth. What a tease.
“Maybe if you knew your place, I would have, Kandy Kane.”“Alright folks, it’s showwwtimmeee. We are starting off the night right with match number one being a women’s tag match. Let’s see who we’ve got coming in tonight, right here on AWE Shock N’ Awe” Marcus Granger announced just moments before the first theme song began.
Knowing that she was the first person up, Tsunami was standing outside the main entrance to the ring. She was looking down, shaking her arms to get looser. The sweet,
sweet guitar riff had blared and it was time for Tsunami’s entrance. Her name was splayed all over the titantron as the wrestler ran outside, an arm raised as she sped down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd cheered for her, mostly because of her status as a face. Most people loved her. It was a great feeling to be so loved and well received by her fans.
As she got to the bottom of the ramp, she slowed down and gave a few fans high fives, before going to the other side and giving a few lucky fans the same treatment as well. After doing so, Tsunami made her way to the ring, strutting her stuff up until she got to the ropes. Climbing on the very edge of the canvas, she put her weight on the ropes and turned around, raising her arms, fingers pointed up toward the sky.
The crowd surged with energy. Utilizing that, Tsunami entered the ring and started to shuffle around the edges to keep her muscles warm. This was going to be a rough match and she was going to have to give 110% to keep up with the people she’d be facing.
When that
first metal riff hit, and the lights turned green, and the titantron started to play Sydney’s video, the reaction was mixed, both in reception and volume. Sydney was booed because she was a heel, cheered by a few because she did good work in the ring, but didn’t get as loud a reaction as the faces or Barbie, who even without her reputation as a backstage opportunist, still has the mic skills to get any crowd to boo their lungs out. Sydney wished she had that kind of power or presence, but she was no talker. She could give a decent intimidating promo, but like Rosado, she communicated best in the ring without words, just selling the story with her face, her actions, and her body.
Sydney marched out from behind the partition and up the ramp briskly and with purpose. On this occasion, she was wearing desert camo ring gear, a matching military cap, and big black punky boots with as many buckles and zips as could fit onto one pair of boots.
When she reached the ring, she leapt from the floor to the edge of the canvas in a single bound. Who needs steps? She then took off her cap and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor before stepping into the ring, and pacing back and forth, all the time eyeing up Tsunami, as if she was a tiger, and the plucky face had just wandered into her enclosure.
Following the short reprieve as the crowd continued its fading reception, the lights dimmed near to a blackout; this was no power failure, no no, and the excitement was already palpable. It only increased as there came a sound almost like a fancy motor revving up, a vehicle accelerating down a straight road. The choral voices sung over a building beat:
EYES FLICKER, HEART BEATS QUICKER INSIDE lyrics mirroring the mood of the crowd whenever a match with this particular wrestler took to the ring...and the skies. The beat continues to build and the lyrics along with it.
’BEFORE WE BEGIN TO SAY GOODBYE...LET’S START MAKING UP… FOR LOST TIME! As the beat hits hard with its explosive note, the lights flash on, yellow strobes flicker to the beat, and the eruption of cheers is enough to drown out the pumping, thumping, electro track. Rosado wastes little time in appealing to those in attendance, coming from backstage with a front handspring, her flourish being a thrust thumbs up with a smile so wide it could count as a toothpaste commercial. Rosado had a way of working the crowd for different reasons; while some might look to sex appeal or whatever counted for aesthetics - both the
wrong things to focus on if Rosado were to have an opinion - Rosado just had an energy and charisma about her that made her incredibly easy to love. Nothing about her was eye catching, from her expressive, though standard and unprettied, face to her attire which looked like something she would wear to the gym: a black sleeveless top, red shorts that weren’t tight on the hips to allow freedom of movement, and shoes. She looked like she wandered in off the street, but the way she walked down the ramp, slapping hands, throwing up hand signs of positivity, and always, always smiling...she belonged here.
Rosado didn’t take the stairs to the apron. She leapt up from the ground and used that momentum to leap again, this time landing on the top rope, balancing atop it just long enough for her music to crescendo again. Rosado bobs her head, looking first to the crowd and then to those already assembled in the ring. Before the music ends, Rosado springs off the rope, landing in a somersault and coming up center of the ring to the last gasps of cheers and applause; the match hadn’t even started and already Rosado was showcasing her energy.
With her music fading, Rosado practically leapt to her corner to give her partner, Tsunami, a pat on the back and an earnest thumbs up. Someone had to be confident, and fortunately Rosado had plenty to spare.
The girls on the ring were soon forgotten the moment the crowd heard the
earsplitting screech and the lights began to strobe black and white. The titantron matched in timing for the waves of light and revealed intense close ups of the goth styled Star that was about to grace the crowd with her presence. From her eyes to her lips to a black crossed choker necklace around her neck… anyone who had a goth fetish would surely have wet dreams tonight. And every night, really. The white lights stopped flashing and shifted to red on the drum beat, swiftly panning to reveal the bewitching wrestler known as Morgana. Since her aesthetic was something the crowd
always looked forward to, even if some didn’t want to admit it because she was a prevailing heel and unfortunately the former, not current, Sovereign of the Women’s Championship Title, she made sure there was something new at every show.
Before Barbie, she was everyone’s eye candy that they
loved to hate. Before Barbie, it was her sensual curves and dynamite sex appeal that all the people cared about.
Before Barbie, the Witch was the relevant force, not the stupid, plastic, ooooooh shiny, sparkle bitch, who
fucked her way to the top.
Welcome to the entertainment business, world!
Morgana’s
makeup was on point, as per usual, thanks to her own skills and Tay’s extra eyes. Her lips were adorned with plum lipstick, her eyes, which were a sharp, icey blue, vibrantly popped due to the dark and smoky eyeshadow and eyeliner to accentuate her provocative expressions. For those who took the time to examine her face, they could see shades of red. Her long, light pink hair was teezed to give her appearance volume, but also the message: this bitch is crazy. Which honestly wasn’t a hairstyle she did often. Her black jeaned shorts hardly had any length and did reveal some flesh, her stomach resembled that of a toned belly dancer, and her tall legs had delicate nylon that reached to her mid thigh (
outfit).
There was no fear written on her face, only confidence. Morgana would relish in this moment and every moment she had the spotlight. All eyes would be on her, after all. When the guitar rift started, she strutted down the ramp, that ‘caught on fire’ behind her. Timed well and following her, as if every step she took caused the floor to burn. Letting her body do the talking, her right hand rested on her slender neck and trailed down it to give her fans what they wanted. Her. With her head held up high, her piercing gaze scanned the audience, who were mutually in an uproar. Yelling her name. Telling her to give them hell! Some even throwing shade about her and her feud with Barbie. This only made her… want more. She ate up everything they threw at her. The good, the bad, and the downright ugly.
Keep it comin’ children.
Near the bottom of the ramp, she looked at someone randomly, puckered her lips into a kiss, and winked at them. She didn’t need to sleep her way to the throne to be enticing. Smoothly, she slithered her way to the ring, bent over to slip under a rope, purposely sticking out her voluptuous bottom, and twirled around so she was facing her people again. Lifting her hands up in the air. she beckoned them to get louder. And they did. Her recognizable smirk appeared on her flawless face and she soon after joined her partner, but rather than prowl around Tsunami and Rosado, her attention wasn’t on anyone in the ring.
No. She was looking at the commentator table, where Barbie, who had an irritating, faux smile on, was sitting. God, she hated her.
Barbie waggled her fingers in a mocking wave to the former AWE Women’s Champion. Her sparkling white smile was as fake as the nacho cheese they were serving to the attendees in the stands.
“And what a match this is bound to be. We have Tsunami and Rosado versus Sydney Ellis and Morgana. Excellent, wonderful! You can feel the energy in the crowds, this place is vibrating right now. I can’t tell what’s louder, the cheers or the boos. We will have to see which team reigns supreme.” Marcus chimed in before the start of the match.
“Hah!” Barbie remarked with a light knee slap.
“Reigns supreme? We’ve got that wannabe Japanese girl, GI Jane, the freaky mute, and last and certainly least, the has-been Women’s Champion. Supreme isn’t really what comes to my mind here. This just a bunch of girls playing in the sandbox, building sand castles and wishing they were Queen.”That fuckin’ bitch.As soon as the bell rung, Sydney stopped circling Tsunami and immediately rushed her, catching her in a grapple and forcing her back towards the corner, making use of her strength and power, which trumped Tsunami’s. Tsunami knew that she was in trouble as soon as she hit the turnbuckle. Sydney was a lot stronger than she was, so clinching up was going to be a nightmare. Tsunami threw some knees at Sydney’s midsection, causing Sydney to loosen her grip. The powerhouse responded with a swift headbutt, before grabbing her opponent and tossing her from the corner to the middle of the ring like a ragdoll. The crowd popped, booing the heel for her brutal treatment of a beloved face. Sydney smirked and slowly advanced upon Tsunami, who was slowly getting to her knees.
Sydney grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her up. Tsunami subsequently countered with a footstomp, freeing herself from Sydney’s grasp as she had the upper hand. She fired with a roundhouse kick to the midsection, pulling it early enough so that it wouldn’t hit Sydney’s gut at full force. Then came an uppercut as Sydney keeled over, aiming for the very edge of her cheek bone.
Tsunami then backed off and got some energy from the crowd, she dashed toward the ropes, letting herself bounce off the rope and converting the momentum she had received into a dropkick, before rolling backwards into a standing position where she thought about what to do to Sydney, who was still lying from the dropkick.
The much smaller woman had a good idea, and started off with an elbow drop, preceded by plenty of theatrics. She then kicked Sydney’s arm. After feeling the crowd cheer, Tsunami pulled Sydney up, grabbing her arms and standing her up so she could hit one of her favorite moves. Closing the distance between them, Tsunami clinched and clasped her arms behind Sydney’s back, before hopping slightly so that she could get the momentum she needed to pull off the belly-to-belly suplex.
Now that Sydney was once again on the floor, she was going for the pin. Amanda didn’t expect Dawn to give up so soon.
“It looks like we have Tsunami closing in for a pin. This early, can it happen?”Tsunami pulled the leg and listened to the referee, and the crowd count.
“1...2…” and then followed the kickout.
“Ohhh, not yet, Tsu. Not yet. The fans are not liking that, it’s clear that they are rooting for their girl over Sydney. What will she do next?”“Get Jackhammered by Sydney Ellis, that’s what. Watch. This is damned child’s play, Mark.” Kane chuckled to himself. It was obvious which side he was rooting for.
Tsunami looked devastated that she couldn’t get the pin, but she knew that it wasn’t going to happen so soon. She got up, wondering what she was going to do next. Was it time? Was it time to hit the flying triangle?
Tsunami turned to the crowd and raised her arms to get them hyped up. The crowd, the announcers, the referee, and Sydney all knew what was coming next. Tsunami sprinted to the ropes, taking the momentum she would receive from bouncing off, and utilizing it once again to pull off the flying triangle. Once she was close enough she hopped up as high as she could with her legs out. Targeting the shoulders, she wrapped them around and swung herself so that she could get Sydney on the ground. Wrapping her legs around her neck in a triangle, she pretended to squeeze the living lights out of the other wrestler and get her to tap or pass out.
Sydney, however, now that she was being grappled on the floor, was in her element. She quickly overpowered the smaller woman, and put her in a very real looking Kimura lock, before using her free hand to repeatedly deliver stiff blows to Tsunami’s face. Though these were pulled, and the force went across the face instead of into it, they still made legitimate contact. Dawn had already bought Amanda flowers as an apology gesture.
Tsunami’s offence had crumbled as she now lay in a heap on the floor, covering her face. Sydney got to her feet, pulled Tsunami back up, and then delivered a BFT to her, sending her stumbling back into the ropes, on Sydney’s side. Just in case, Sydney pulled her back into the center of the ring to avoid a possible tag, and put Tsunami’s arm over her shoulder, setting her up for the Jackhammer.
Sydney never lost a match on free TV with this move. Hitting it meant game over, so the mere act of setting it up earned her enough heat that she was now met with a cascade of boos, which turned to cheers, when, before she could lift Tsunami up, the plucky face pushed her away. This reversal of fortune was short lived, as Sydney quickly felled her again with a discus clothesline, before making a cover.
“And another attempt at a pin, this time Sydney on top.”“Yeah, she is.”1...2...Tsunami kicked out just before the three count. Sydney got back up to her feet and began stamping on the prone wrestler’s head as the booes once again began hailing down. Sydney smiled up at the crowd, before picking Tsunami up like she weighed nothing at all and delivered a powerslam to her, she then took in a second to strut around with her arms open and flexed, laughing after brutalising the crowd’s beloved face.
“Ohhh, this is just hard to watch. Absolutely brutal. Sydney Ellis is hammering on Tsunami. She may have to make a tag soon, this could be the end.”This was the perfect time to really throw a wrench in things. Barbie Summers seized the opportunity, being the
opportunist that she was.
“Hey, Morticia.” the reigning champion addressed her well-known foe with a mocking nickname.
“Did you get lost on your way to the nearest freak show? This is professional wrestling, honey. Are you lost?” Barbie teased the dark beauty.
Morgana’s eye twitched at Barbie’s vexatious voice. Tightening her grip on the rope, she visibly grimaced and the camera zoomed in on the pink-haired wrestler’s face, as she grinded her teeth together in undeniable aggravation.
Keep calm. Stay collected. Lying on the floor, taking deep breaths as Tsunami had just received a rather hard powerslam. She was a little winded from the move, but Sydney was doing a good job letting her recover while she did some theatrics. Then she determined that it was Rosado time. Rolling around, she crawled to Rosado with her arm reached. She could sense that Sydney had figured out what Tsunami was going to do and was going to get to her. But, before she could do anything, Tsunami had posted up with an arm and used it to propel herself forward and tag Rosado in. After doing so, Tsunami rolled out of the canvas so that she could get resituated outside of the ropes.
Why was there so much talking? Was this a match or some stupid teendrama? Everyone talked too much, especially in this match, and it was only serving to do one thing: annoy the ever loving shit out of Rosado. The crowd was cheering as Rosado hopped the ropes to enter the ring, moving with purpose and speed towards Sydney and leaping towards her like a pouncing simian. Rosado latched onto the taller woman and began to deliver quick punches to the head; Rosado’s speed was not enough compensation to knock down Sydney with just a splash, so after delivering her standing punches she leapt off Sydney, landing on her feet like a cat, and charged forward again to continue up the momentum.
Never give them an inch, they’ll take a mile. Words she heard in her head over and over again. Sage advice, almost, and Rosado was certainly following it to a T. A leaping strike. Overbearing offense, what it lacked in strength, it made up for in swiftness and repeated offense. It was like a flurry of slaps, punches, and unorthodox delivery methods for each. Let the catty ones talk talk talk. It made this whole affair easier for one party. With Sydney feeling the brunt of Rosado’s attacks, Rosado used the middle rope to give a kick to Sydney’s midsection, effectively capping her initial flurry of blows. Even Rosado had to take a moment to catch her breath now, but the statement had certainly been made.
“What’s with all the black, anyway? Did the witches kick you out of their coven? No, that’s not it, it’s because you’re in mourning, right? … because of your loss of this -” Barbie gestured to the Championship Belt worn around her waist. Barbie had the sorceress’ attention now. Excellent.
“Or mayyybe, it’s just because you’ll never be anything but a mere shadow of your father. What’s it like, little goth, having to constantly live in the shadows of people that are so much better than you?”Oh, fuck this! Sydney didn’t need her help. Morgana had more important matters to attend to. One being putting this bimbo slut in her place. If there was something that separated ‘the prep and the goth’ it was Morgana put years of blood, sweat, and tears to get where she was today, while Barbie… well.
Jumping down, with only the audience to notice her, but not her partner, Morgana hissed at the blonde that sat her fat ass on the announcer table,
“I actually like when you spread filthy lies about me. It means you’re spreading more than just your legs.” Her lips curved into a smirk. Taking a step closer, locking her prominent gaze with her rival, Morgana nonchalantly stretched her arms and mocked back,
“Must be nice, though. Thinking you’re something other than trash. Cute, even.” Her notorious kittenish giggle escaped her lips.
Sydney crawls to the ropes, only to find that her tag team partner was not there, but was instead at the announcer table, facing down Barbie.
"Hey!” She yelled, slapping the canvas multiple times loudly.
"HEEEEEY!”Again with the stupid talking! Rosado rolled her eyes and held up her right hand and made a mocking hand gesture of a mouth flapping as she pointed at Sydney and the bickering broads down near the table. Their mistake. Rosado’s gain. As Sydney was calling for help, Rosado grabbed a leg and pulled her back to the center of the ring where some stomps were delivered just as a statement, like a red mark through a test, highlighting the mistakes made. Being unable to knock Sydney down earlier, Rosado took the opportunity to deliver mounted strikes to the head before relenting.
Rosado pulled back a moment, long enough for Sydney to rise, which was just long enough for Rosado to admire her handiwork. The girl looked out of it, like she didn’t know what was going on. And Rosado just smiled.
Sydney suddenly shakes her head, quickly snapping out of her post-beatdown trance, before delivering a Rolling Wheel Kick to Rosado’s head, and then flipping back to her feet rather impressively. Sydney was back in the game!
Rosado gave Sydney an inch...now she had to make sure a mile wasn’t taken. Rosado was shaken, wobbly, taking a step back, but maintained the wherewithal and presence of mind not to let this mark the end of the match or her time in the ring. The spot monkey darted into action, meeting the delivered wheel kick with a leap up, a turn, and a kick to the head of Sydney in true enziguri fashion. Rosado landed on her chest, rolled through, and was back on her feet, her smile seeming less whimsical and more sinister with each breath she took.
Sydney recoils, wobbling and drooping, looking like she’s close to falling over, but recovers, and hit another Rolling Wheel kick, connecting firmly with her opponent’s head. This time, she doesn’t flip back, but slowly, and shakily climbs back to her feet.
“Lies? Oh, darkling, these are factual observations. You’re right though, I do love using my legs to get what I want. Just like I did when I had you beggin’ for mercy in a Legally Blonde. Don’t you remember? You remember, right?” Barbie continued to antagonize the witchy wrestler. She was, of course, referencing the infamous submission that put Morgana out of the title, and Barbie into it, over 100 days ago. Barbie crossed her legs daintily and grinned wide with pride, curling a blonde lock of hair around her finger. If she had bubble gum, she would snap a bubble right about now.
Seething with anger, the beast in Morgana was begging to rip out of her and gauge Barbie’s eyes to shreds, but rather than jump at her irrationally, she gave a condescending sneer. Her nostrils flared, her eyes flashed and closed into slits, her hands balled into fists, and with her deadly demeanor, she let out a loud,
“HA!” If her eyes were a weapon, the daggers residing within them were aimed right at Barbie’s head, waiting to slash at her delicate face.
“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You may hold the title, but you hide behind the throne. All you do is talk, Barbie Summers.” Morgana inched closer like a predator approaching her prey. Her air of confidence never leaving her.
“Without Drayden, you are nothing. You’re only worth what people would pay for you; and that’s not your skills as a wrestler, or even your pretty little face.” Breaching into Barbie’s space, but still not making any contact, the darkly clad woman gingerly traced her finger down her own chest,
“All you have to offer is your body. Oh, and your boyfriend’s talent. The moment you do decide to come out and play, I’ll be waiting, and baby...” Morgana leaned forward. Her breath tickling Barbie’s ear, as she whispered,
“I won’t be as forgiving.” Rosado reels from the kick, her body shook and head stinging. She uses the ropes to stay upright while her eyes narrow towards Sydney. If one wasn’t enough to down the bitch, then here was round two. Another rush forward, another jump, another enziguri to Sydney’s head, with an impact loud enough to carry to the top seats. Again, Rosado landed on her chest, but she vaulted up and continued her assault, a follow through. She was like a dervish, but she was still feeling the effects of twice taking a boot to the head. Her slaps were connecting, her punches were finding the mark, but it was like David and Goliath and David’s sling only had pebbles.
It called for something drastic and flashy, otherwise known as the Rosado Method. After giving another kick to the midsection that didn’t topple the beast, Rosado pulled back and vaulted her way to the top of the turnbuckle, taking only a moment to point to the crowd - this one was for them. Turning on a dime to face the ring, Rosado didn’t hesitate. This monkey was about to fly.
Sydney sees Rosado leap from the top rope, but the powerhouse is ready for the little monkey, and catches her in a fireman’s carry. With a roar, she heaves, and lifts Rosado up into a Military Press, which she hold for a few seconds before dropping Rosado and letting her slam into the canvas. Sparing a few seconds to grin at the heavily booing crowd, she then grabs the back of Rosado’s shirt and lifts her to her feet with just one hand, before swiftly throwing a muscular arm around her throat and locking the Tropical Tamarin in a Standing Chokehold, right in the center of the ring!
“Well, that’s game! We’ve seen that move be locked in time and time again, and there’s almost no way out of it. I guess Sydney’s going to win this match… despite the numbers game.”Sydney grins, and starts to shake the life out of Rosado, in addition to keeping the move tightly cinched in.
She could get out of this. She knew she could. She was a fighter. And Sydney was shaking a bit...too…
Using the momentum and size difference, Rosado struggled free by following-through and flipping over Sydney’s head, landing with shaking, wobbly feet. Her offense was slowing. Time for the salvo. A kick to the right rib, a kick to the left, a boot to the knee. Her kicks were what she had now. One two. One two. One two. Kick kick. Never give an inch. They were both tired, but Rosado had one more trick up her sleeve. She backed off, retreated back to the top of the turnbuckle, this time taking no moment to appeal to the crowd. Sydney was reeling...this was the moment. The do or die.
Rosado leapt into a forward flip and as she was coming down she grabbed Sydney by the head and dragged her down to the mat by sheer force of gravity and will alone, driving her opponent down. The shooting star DDT hit its mark, and Rosado made sure to go for the cover now that she had toppled the four inch taller giant. One. Two. Three.
“Hmm Hmm Hmm” Barbie held a laugh in her chest haughtily.
“Speaking of being all talk…”The bell sounded and the electro beat of Kuaga (Lost Time) blares to a supportive crowd and a beaming pair of victors.
“Perhaps you should have been paying attention to the match you just lost, Doll.”Sydney, by this point, had rolled out of the ring, and was supporting herself on the side of the apron, panting heavily, and absolutely livid. She turned to the announcer table, and started to briskly stomp towards Morgana, her so-called tag team partner, who had left her high and dry to fight two opponents. Sydney was not going to take this betrayal lying down, and unbeknownst to Morgana, Fury itself was marching towards her back.
The first the gothic wrestler would know of Sydney’s presence would be a pair of hands grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the announcer table. When she turned to look, she’d see Sydney there, absolutely seething.
"Thanks for the help back there, partner!” she shouts in Morgana’s face before proceeding to throw stiff blow after stiff blow into her partner’s face, beating her down until she was floored, dazed and clutching her face.
“Oh, come now. Sometimes you can’t win every battle in the war, no one likes a sore loser, GI Jane.” Barbie quipped, owning her character, never losing the zest that kept the flames of the crowd’s heat for her burning bright.
The military girl, not taking kindly to that remark, then walks over to stare down Barbie for a few tense seconds, before ripping her headset off roughly. She looks down at it, turning it and examining it, amused, before throwing it back in Barbie’s face and marching off, back towards the entrance ramp. The message was clear; ‘You’re all talk and no fight, and that’s funny to me.’
Cameras panned in to get a closer look at Barbie as she adjusted her tiara. After smoothing her hair, she hopped down from the announcer table and stared after the heel with murder in her eyes, her fists balled up tight at her sides.
“What an exciting match we’ve had tonight. It looks like the feud between Morgana and Barbie Summers isn’t dying down in the slightest. With Sydney in on the fight now, things are about to get verrryy heated in the AWE Women’s Division. I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t wait to see what these ladies have in store for us in the weeks to come.” Marcus said in closing, his excitement over the turn of events very evident in his words and facial expressions.
“You can say that again. Let the fire never die out. I’m too into it.” Kane, of course, had to add his last two cents. Hot babes. Hot fights. Hot drama. HOT.
