*As my tall, lanky opponent makes her way towards the ring, I stare at her, my arms folded across my massive breasts.... I watch as she suddenly smacks one of my Stockings Girls fans, sending her sprawling down......My small hands ball into fists as my petite face scowls....Bexie finally reaches the ring.... Before she does I regain my composure, looking calm and cool and very hot.....Bexie addresses me full of sarcasm and cutting comments.... I bat my lashes at her as I smile patiently*
Nnnnnnnnnnnnn.....You know...... I hate you for making me say it....but you’re right..... I have no self-respect at all... I’m NOT a fighter.....I come here to be adored..... Adored and touched..... and honestly.... I simply can’t stop thinking about touching you....
*Reaching forward, I gently brush Bexie’s long blonde hair off of her shoulder as my words whisper into her ear.... My hand on her neck as I gently peck kisses higher and higher until I’m nibbling her ear...... As I do.... My right leg slides between hers.... My white sheer stockings hiss against her black sheer stockings.....My knee sliding higher and higher......up her dress and just barely slides across her mound.
I mean..... to be perfectly honest, I don’t care about which one of us is the queen stockings girl.... I just want to get you out of yours....
*I smile sweetly before suddenly pulling my knee out from between your legs, and swinging it upwards, SLAMMING it into your very exposed belly*.
All of what I said is true darling.....it really is.....but NO GIRL lays a finger on one of my fans.....the minute you hit a Stockings Girl....You have a problem with ME!!!