Sometime after Masala's birthday party...
>Dollface: So you're still not going to tell me who my opponent is?>Sophia: These Next-Gen bookers won't even tell me who she is, all I know is it's not for our title, and it's anything goes.>Df: Great. As if getting a bat to the crotch from some dollar-store-Dollface wasn't enough of a kick up the skirt this week. >S: Don't let it distract you by thinking about it too much. Just go out there, do your little dance, flaunt our belt and maybe we'll draw some more fans to our next show. >Df: Well when I'm celebrating with either Mom or Madame Divine in a couple of weeks, I'll be sure to bring the belt with me to show it off to the WWA crowd. Dollface reaches back behind her to fasten the Rulebreaker Championship belt, grabbing the plate and adjusting it to make sure the strap doesnt fall down around her ankles with large movements.
>S: Fantastic! Maybe we'll be able to afford to pay you two whole ears of Cornell family farms corncobs with that kind of exposure.>Df: I'm sure that little stunt I pulled at the divine trials will bring some eyes in too.>S: We hope so! It's almost time for them to hit your music. Give whoever it is hell!As Dollface's music hits, she makes her way out through the curtain.
https://youtu.be/pN_-3oCBarg 