>>21026642She stopped at the bottom of the ramp. Took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then slid under the ropes, into the ring, back to her feet.
"I know who I am. I'm Duna Sands. I'm the goddamn Queen of the Beach. I'm the hurricane that blows away any bitch stupid enough to get into the ring with me. I know who the fuck I am. It's the rest of you that need the reminder, and trust me, when the sun finally rises over Spaghetti Town and I'm standing over your broken body, everyone will **know** who the hell Duna Sands is."
That was it. No more talking. With a snarl, Duna tossed her microphone away, stomping across the ring toward Holly. She lifted her belt off her shoulder as she approached her, holding it aloft as she skipped the invitation for a handshake, invading Holly's personal space and shoving her bigger, taller body right into Holly's, glaring at her over the top of her sunglasses.
