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In the middle of the WWA ring, fresh off her dominant win over the Boston Crab, stands one Duna Sands, microphone raised and a smirk upon her face.
>"Told ya. Told all of ya. Duna fuckin' Sands is back. I squashed Crabass just like I said I would, just like I promised I would. I beat 'er ass I bet she'll never want to show up in *my* fuckin' ring again."
>"But enough about her. Fuck the Crab. This isn't about her. This is about the goddamn Queen of the Beach."
>"Ever since I kicked her ass, people have been asking me, 'what's next?' 'What's big bad Duna going to do next?'"
>"But I already told you all. I want gold. I want all the fucking gold I can get, and I'm GOING to get it, one way or another. I'm the goddamn Queen, and the Queen deserves to be on top."
She pauses, chuckles, shakes her head.
>"Problem is, because of my little break, I'm starting all the way at the bottom of the ladder again...and killing Crabass is hardly a way to climb the rungs."
>"So the question isn't 'what's next', it's 'WHO'S next?' Who's the next bitch for Hurricane Duna to bury in the sand? Who's the next dumbass that's going to step into the ring with me and get her ass handed right back to her?"
>"Honestly...I haven't decided yet. There's a lot of good targets around here that are in need of a good ass beating. I could go kick anyone's ass right now, honestly."
>"Or...who knows? Maybe someone'll step up. It'd be the stupidest fuckin' move of their career, but maybe there's still a bitch or two in this company that has something resembling a backbone..."
