Done Playing with Dolls (Open Challenge)

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"Foxy, Foxy" invades the arena, the fans that had seen this woman last week with no reaction now have one. Some laugh... a lot boo. She had talked a big game... and came up entirely short. Pathetic? .... considering the training that Lacey had versus the actual experience, she knew deep down that it really wasn't. She'd been trained heavily, but for all intents and purposes, that was her first match. Not that she felt like sharing that one... but, hey... why not kick it up a notch?

"Cut the music..."

Rob Zombie is replaced by the booing. Like clock-work. At least the aisles aren't full of people shuffling by... mission one accomplished. They actually hate her enough to disagree with everything she has to say with one appearance... where's my devil horns smiley when I need it?

"I'm sure, oh yes, that last week... was a bit amusing for all of you, wasn't it? Had fun with that? The little sexpot tramp beat me, 1,2,3 in the middle of the ring... I believe some of you maybe even orgasmed over that, hm? You should be ashamed of what you left for the clean up crews...."

YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

"We know that Destiny does... but what she does behind closed doors is her own business.... mkay? Let's not degrade my gender any more than she does...

Anyways... lets come to this week, shall we? Seems Lacey has... an open card again. A welcoming slot for another Rose to have a match at Full Throttle. Who shall it be? Answer the call, ladies... I don't have all day. Preferable... no "dolls" please... give me someone who is for real, not a plastic bitch to expend semenal fluids over...."

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[Stacie Wilson]

:: As Lacey finishes the lights in the arena darken and start to flicker between a rainbow of colors. As "This fire burns" starts to blares over the PA as the woman who destroyed Nicole Storm saunters out onto the stage and throws her arms into the air in a cocky way as an explosion of pyro starts to explode behind her. As the Pyro stops Stacie brings her arms down and starts her way down the ramp. Again the "casual" fans in the audience boo her, but those who actually like wrestling cheer for her...it was like the opposite of Cena.

Reaching the bottom of the ramp Stacie looks around the arena before walking around to the stairs and quickly walks up them and into the ring. Ignoring Lacey for now Stacie crosses the ring and climbs to the second rope and throws her arms into the same cocky pose she assumed on the stage. As soon as she does a shower of sparks starts to fall from the ceiling. After a few seconds she pulls her arms down and climbs down and reaches for a mic as the sparks stop and her theme is cut.

Lifting the mic to her mouth she is cut of as she tries to speak but the "casual" fans boo her again. She was really tired of them...idiots...couldn't tell a wrist watch from a wrist lock. Waiting for them to quiet down Stacie looks over at Lacey and makes a gesture like 'Why won't these idiots shut up?" When they finally do She lifts the mic to her lips once again. ::

" Your done playing with Dolls?...Well so am I. Looks like those cowards Nicole and Taylor want no more of me and Kasino so I have to move on. When I was looking at the roster...I saw just how many "dolls" there are here...I don't wanna fight one of them...I haven't heard much of you Lacey...but from what I saw of your promo and match...you have some potential...you really do. Which is why I am out here to accept your challenge. So what do you say Lacey? Want to lock up with a real wrestler or one of those weak prissy, fan-friendly bitches?"

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"Didn't I mention I was done playing with dolls? Let me guess... you dye your hair, right? Since red is the cool hair color these days?"

Lacey appears to think long and hard about this one...

"Say you're done playing with dolls... could this be the one I want to fight... bona-fide ass kicker in my opinion... glamour... hm... none that I can tell... seems to be rather plain to me... but plain equals wrestler... plastic and make-up equals diva... divide the square root of that by pie..."

The crowd has started answering with "What?" chants at Lacey's "incoherant" mumbling... somehow making a match challenge out to be... I don't know, Algebra or something...

"Is this starting to make sense for you, Stacie? Am I spelling it out right? Can you guess? Yes? Make sure you answer in the form of a question..."

She allows Stacie an eyelash of time to answer... before she can...

"Times up. I said I wanted a fight, I said I didn't want to fight a prissy, fan-friendly glamour semen landing pad, and I meant it. You've got the credentials? I've got the fight for you."

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[Stacie Wilson]

" You see what I did to that Storm bitch?...After I pulled my head outta my ass and realized these dumbasses were holding me back? I mean I saw Destiny beat you. Not that losing to her is shameful, I have...many of the women backstage have. Wait...what am I saying?

:: Reaching up and slapping herself Stacie continues. ::

" I think I time-traveled there for a minute. Sorry I am back though. The reason I went to red-head? It was my natural color...that strawberry blond was dyed not this."

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"...."

Lacey am confused... this went in about ten more directions than she went just by answering the answer to her challenge... Huh. Go figure...

"Right... So... Nicole Storm. I heard she had a pretty good reputation and all... former tag team champion elsewhere and Rose Champion here and all... good for you... um... so, match at Full Throttle?"

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[Stacie Wilson]

I wouldn't have come out here if I wasn't going to accept your match."

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"Alright, then... how are we going to do it?"

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[Stacie Wilson]

"How about a Pitfight...no DQs, no countouts, only way to win is KO or submission."

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"Actually... that does sound kind of fun... I'm up for it."

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[Stacie Wilson]

"Don't expect me to take it easy on you. I'm going to do to you what I did to Nicole...or knock your ass out by making you 'go under'. "