The scene opened to the sight of the promotion's long-reigning champion, the sultry, beautiful and busty Platinum Queen, Tiffany! Her radiant smile and deep green eyes shimmered with confidence as she stared into the camera, and her championship title, wrapped about her trim, toned stomach, glistened under the lights of the backstage area. She looked calm, poised and relaxed, her luxurious, tousled mane of platinum blonde hair framed her gorgeous face and cascaded over her bare shoulders down her back. Her tall, buxom, lean yet muscular body wore a strapless leopard print minidress and a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings raced up the smooth, lengthy lines of her toned legs. Black strappy heels and a black choker completed her attire. A pretty interviewer stood beside Tiffany, mic in hand.
"We're joined here now by our reigning champion, the Platinum Queen herself, Tiffany, to get her thoughts on the upcoming tournament to crown a new number one contender for her title. Tiffany?"
"It's always a pleasure to talk to y'all, Renee," Tiffany purred, her alluring voice as smooth as honey, that Southern drawl adding to her charm. "And it's gonna be a real fine pleasure to watch this tournament unfold. I'm pretty excited Renee just thinking 'bout some of the gals that may end up facing the Platinum Queen!"
"This is really a special event, and one of those reasons is there are several women competing here who aren't even with the company!"
"Ya got that right sugar, gals from all over the world, hell, even from other promotions, they're taking part in this tournament just to take their shot at me and my title," Tiffany sighed with a smile forming on her glossy pink lips. She turned from the interviewer and stared directly at the camera now. "It's gonna be a helluva next few weeks, ladies. I hope y'all are ready to give it your all. You're gonna be competing against the very BEST that our sport has to offer, and I wish y'all the very best cause it ain't gonna be an easy time getting to that top spot. And once ya do, to the one gal who makes it to the end, well sugar, ya still gotta face ME, ya still gotta take on the Queen. And I sure as hell ain't gonna take it easy on ya.."
Tiffany winks at the camera and turns back to the interviewer, who asks, "of the women competing in this tournament, are there any names who've caught your eye?"
"Well," Tiff begins, taking a second to think over the question. "There are a few gals who've caught my attention. One of em' being--"
The Platinum Queen's words die on her lips, and her eyes stare off into the space behind the interviewer. Occupying that space, stands another woman - a young woman with flowing, silky pink hair that frames a beautiful face and trails down to her lower back. She wears a black leather cap, a black leather choker, cut-off blue jean shorts, a pair of red heels, and a white tank top that strains to contain her rather ample breasts while exposing her smooth, flat and toned tummy. She's only a few inches shorter than Tiffany, and with her kind of lean, lithe body she could easily pass for a competitor within the promotion. She stares hard at Tiffany, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a bright smile lighting her pretty face. Tiff, clearly distracted by the presence of this newcomer, offers a somewhat awkward greeting.
"Uh, hi there, kiddo.."
The newcomer's smile deepens. "Hello, Tiffany. I'm a huge, HUGE fan of yours! My name is Roxy. I'm really, honestly so sorry that I'm interrupting your interview, but I just had to meet you!"
At this point, Roxy moves closer, stepping right up to the tall buxom blonde champ. She extends her hand eagerly for Tiffany to shake, and while Tiff still feels a little anxious by her sudden entrance, she's more relieved to hear that this girl is merely an excited fan. That radiant grin surfaces on Tiffany's lips once more and she accepts the girl's handshake.
"It's a pleasure to meet ya, Roxy," Tiffany's smile deepens as her fan anxiously, firmly, though not painfully, squeezes Tiffany's hand. Roxy continued to hold her idol's hand, and Tiff could have sworn she felt the girl gently caress the back of her own hand with her thumb.
"I mean, I've idolized you since I was a little girl! I've seen all your matches, like ALL of them, and I love all your moves -- oh my god, I just LOVE you!" She practically squealed, and though the interviewer now standing behind Roxy winced at that gleeful squeal, Tiff found her enthusiasm rather endearing. "And I really think it's an honor and a privilege to even be standing in front of you."
Roxy's blue eyes shimmered with tears of joy as she looked up at her hero, and Tiff found herself blushing just a bit. Then, just as quickly as Roxy appeared, she swooped in for a hug. Tiffany gasped, but laughed softly in her super-fan's arms, hugging her back warmly.
"You're the fucking greatest," Roxy purred into Tiffany's ear, which sent a warm chill to dance down the Platinum Queen's spine.
"Thank ya kiddo, that's real sweet of ya to say.." Tiffany whispered back sheepishly, and even if she was touched by Roxy's words she was beginning to feel a little awkward as Roxy showed NO signs of letting her go anytime soon.. The tight embrace continued for another long, awkward moment, and as their round, firm and ample breasts crushed into each other, Tiffany made a slight mental note of the strength this lil' gal possessed. She's actually kinda strong.. Tiffany mused as she started to feel like her fan was crushing her with this tight embrace.
Finally, Roxy let go of Tiffany and smiled up at her. Tiff was still a little sheepish over the abrupt encounter, but was greatly appreciative. She always took time for her fans. Then, just like that, Roxy spun around on her heel -- and turned right back around to BLAST Tiffany in the face!
"OWWFF!" Tiffany cried out, as Roxy's forearm SMASHED into her face, sending her careening into the backdrop of the interview set!
The interviewer yelped loudly as Roxy watched the champ crash through the backdrop, landing roughly onto the floor, and the pink-haired vixen hastily pounced! She SMACKED the champ as she attempted to sit up, ensuring that the platinum Queen would stay on the ground as she rolled to the side following that hellacious slap! Roxy then straddled Tiffany's waist and began raining SHOT after SHOT into the champion's gorgeous, flustered face! A stunned Tiffany could only scream out and kick her legs out from under Roxy, desperately pulling her hands up to shield her face. But as Tiff did that, Roxy changed her attack, clasped her hands together, and brought em' down like a HAMMER -- right into Tiffany's breasts! The Platinum Queen HOWLED loudly in agony and rolled over onto her side, cradling her breasts in her arms and whimpering deeply. Roxy knelt over Tiffany's fallen, battered form, smiling sadistically. She nudged Tiff roughly in the shoulder until the champ laid flat on her tummy, then she reached behind her to retrieve a pair of shiny metal handcuffs that were attached to the belt loop of her tiny shorts. Grasping Tiffany's hands, she effortlessly pulled the stunned champ's arms behind her, and tied her wrists together with the cuffs. The snap of the metallic cuffs caused Tiffany to wince beneath Roxy, and panic overwhelmed her. The gorgeous Platinum-haired champion felt a wave of helplessness nearly drown her as her arms were bound tight behind her back, and she winced again and moaned loudly as the vixen tangled her fingers into her tresses. Getting to her feet, Roxy pulled a confused and hurting Tiffany up to her feet. With a hand still clutching her platinum hair, Roxy hissed at her 'idol', "move that sexy ass, you old, washed-up SLUT! Come on!"
Tiffany could only groan in response as Roxy began to roughly drag the champ behind her, pulling at her hair as she moved hastily down a nearby hall. The camera was stationary and only followed the two as they moved further away from the interview set, watching as Roxy disappeared around the corner with Tiffany having no choice but to follow her captor closely from behind..
