I have been waiting to get my hands on this mouthy bitch Kylie for quite some time now. Too long I've had to wait as she's dodged and evaded and made excuses and flat out ran away from me. But tonight's the night. Finally...I get me shot at her and I plan to end her pathetic career before it even gets started.
I step out from the back into the hot humid air of the night, the crowd packed in tight around the ring which has been erected in the pool area on the beachfront side of this Florida night club. The ring itself hangs out over the water, surrounded by about a 3 foot steel walkway around edge of the ring, and beyond that, just the pool water. There's about a 20 foot steel grate catwalk that serves as the ramp from the backstage area to the ring, serving as a bridge over the water to the island-style ring.
"INTRODUCING FIRST...STANDING 5'7" TALL AND WEIGHING 123 PERFECT POUNDS....SEE IS THE "RICH BITCH" HERSELF...PLEASE WELCOME...ALLLIIISSHHAAA!" The crowd gives me a mixed reaction as I enter, many of them loyal and even diehard fans, and some of the fans, which is to say the men, are just hard as they look at me with desire, the women look at me with envy as I strut toward the ring. Many are booing me as well, tired of my constant state of winning, superiority, and all around awesomeness and these losers are looking for new blood to take over the title of Queen B around here, and they put their misguided hopes into my doomed opponent, Kylie.
My body us sexy as ever, tan and toned to perfection, glistening and shiny from a layer of sweat from the hot Florida night. My body clad in my usual simplisticly sexy shiny black lycra sports bra over my perky 34Ds, and my perfectly shaped ass clad in a matching pair of shiny, skin tight lycra booty shorts that look like they are painted in. Black patent leather mid-calf wrestling boots complete the attire. My blonde hair pulled into a ponytail which swings back and forth behind my head as I strut over the water my feet clanging on the steel grate walkway as I near the ring.
I climb up the steel steps at the corner and step partway through the ropes, taking a moment to pause as I straddle the middle rope in a sexy way and shake my ass to the delight, and to some the irritation, of the crowd before stepping all the way in and strutting to center ring, striking another sexy pose for the crowd and the cameras, then back on into my corner and lean casually back against the corner buckles, my arms outstretched across the top ropes as I wear a slight, but confident grin on my pretty face as I await Kylie's arrival.