AFW Karaoke Night 2: Hot Tub Karaoke Machine. (Also known as Angel's Birthday Bash!)

Tiffany chewed her lip thoughtfully as Angel spoke. She had seen the match, via television and she had honestly thought it could go either way. However, the outside the ring fight towards the end had looked like something out of a barroom brawl instead of a wrestling match. And that brutal knee that finished the match....the thought of that happening to someone she was close to still made her cringe.

When Angel came to a stop, Tiffany stood up and walked over to her, putting a hand on each of the Latina's shoulders.
"Girl, you have nothing to be ashamed about at Avalanche. You were a fighting champion. The kind I would be if I got the title. And, it took Sparks how many trys to beat you? Tch, if you want to ever go after the title again, I'd make that my main point for a rematch. Not to mention, you broke the hell out of that chicks nose." the cowgirl stated.

Her absence after her father's heart attack was also on the American's mind. She and her stepbrother had dropped everything to return to Texas and tend to him. His recovery and the running the business of his horse raising ranch had practically consumed every waking moment of the siblings' lives. It was something she had to do, but Tiffany knew that she had left Angel alone for quite awhile.

"Yeah, it's been a long road for you and me, girl'." Tiffany nodded. "And...I should've been there. I should've been at ring side, like that Junko woman was for Taylor with all of her cheerleading. But I thought me being there might be a distraction to you."
She paused.
"I'm here now though. For you, and our Sensational Six group here." she stated looking at the others.

The cowgirl looked back at Angel, letting her lips curve up in a smile.
"And, stop talking like you're about to be put to pasture. You may not have the belt, but dammit woman you are known as one of the AFW's toughest wrestlers ever! You'll still be in the spotlight girl, the moment you step back into that arena!"

That match. That match.

"Tiffany is right. If this had boxing or MMA or just about any other sport, that girl would not be champion." It really did puzzle her. Who ever heard of a contender getting a title shot right after they lost clean the first time? "I don't quite get why it's different, here, but I do know this: I remember the first time I met you in person. I was nervous. I felt a little overwhelmed, like I was talking with someone above my pay grade. It didn't help that I was a Tension girl and I really wasn't even invited, either. But you were so cool. You were down to earth. You talked, you laughed, you were just...you."

Carmen decided to keep the more intimate aspects of that little meeting to herself, though. That was between them and them alone.

"You weren't just a great champion, you were a great person, and that's something people can't take away from you." Carmen brought her glass up and tipped it Angel's way, with a soft smile across her face. "Salud, mi campeón."

Valley raised her glass as well for a quick toast. She hadn't watched the match - quite frankly, she couldn't stand to see the little pigtailed brat for two seconds. She'd poured salt on the wound after that embarrassing Akashi match last year, just coming out and treating her like a nobody. Her father always said, though, that you were measured by the way you treat those you don't have to treat well. By all indications Valley had ever seen, Taylor was a self-righteous snob. Angel, on the other hand, had extended her hand in frienship when they'd only just met. The difference was stark and clear.

Ace didn't say anything, just grabbing a glass of pink goodness and raising it to Angel in a salute.

She had her own feelings on if Taylor actually deserved her rematch, especially considering Ace wasn't able to get on herself, despite being, arguably, more deserving of another shot at her former belt.

And while she DID still consider herself and Taylor to be friends...she couldn't deny Taylor could, at times, be difficult to get along with, while, so far at least, she had never had any issue with Angel, who she was starting to look at in a big sister kind of way.

"So uh....hot tub?"

Okay, that was some pretty heavy stuff to be sure. Adrian had admittedly missed the main event because a: she was busy trying to Murder Kelly for the highway-robbery shenanigans she had pulled and b: had to go to the hospital to check up on Rebecca after she had to be strechered out, but she kinda knew how Angel felt about it all, she wasn't in a much different place herself championship wise, and while it was tempting to bust out the Shieky Baby impression, there were better acts of solidarity to make. "Pfft, like the title means anything when we're not going for it." She said, putting her arm around Angel "We made that thing worth fighting over in the first place remember? We could be fighting over like... a banana... where whoever possesses the potassium is like the... top banana or something and it'd be the most important thing ever! Man I could go for a banana daiquiri right now..." she slurred slightly. "But the point is, you're awesome, we're awesome, everyone here is varying degrees of awesome, suck it not-awesome people!"

Angel listened to the other women, nodding as they spoke, and when Adrian slipped an arm around her, she was quick to let her own arm come back up around Adrian's waist. She pulled her in nice and close, and managed a grin, giving her a tight squeeze.

"Damn right we're awesome! And you're damn right we're the ones that made that title important!" She reached for her glass to take a drink from it, frowning when she remembered it was empty. She shrugged and set it back down, and looked back towards Adrian. "Once the gang war calms down, you should go back after it," she teased, giving Adrian another squeeze. "If either of us deserve another shot at it, it's you, you know."

She then looked towards Ace and shook her head, before letting out a laugh. "And Ace is right! It's hot tub time! I want to see swimsuits on bodies, and I want to see it now!" She let Adrian go and turned to the bar, looking away from the group as she started to fill her own glass back up. "If I turn around and I'm not seeing skin, then I'm stripping you bitches down myself, got it?"

Tiffany had her thoughts on the so called gang war taking place between Taylor Parker and her friends against Kelly Conway, and...whatever the people running with her were to the challenger. She wondered if, when all was said and done between the two, would the next challenger need to form a posse of her own in order to get a fair shot at taking the belt from the champion's waist?

However, she was shaken from her serious questions by Angel's good natured threat.
"Oh, as much as I would love to see the birthday girl try to strip all of us, I think we should roll with that, seeing how it's almost her day." the cowgirl stated.

With a grin, Tiffany grasped her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head revealing a black string bikini top. On the right breast was a small logo of the University of Texas's longhorn in burnt orange. Quickly she unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to expose a matching bikini bottom, although they didn't share the top's logo.
"Well, there Angel, have a good look..." she called.

Something along these lines.

Carmen wasn't afraid of wearing a bikini. Not exactly. It would be pretty hard to grow up in a place like Puerto Rico and not have a few days at the beach. At the same time, though, this wasn't quite like Bayomon, where she'd been mostly surrounded with childhood friends. Here, she had to contend with women like Tiffany, who were a good deal hotter than Carmen thought she was. It made her a little hesitant. She didn't like that, but there it was.

But Angel wanted her to. And really, that was a good enough reason by itself for a lot of things. So, off the close went.

Carmen was dressed in a floral print bandeau bikini - a little flashy, but if she was going to do this, she was determined to do it right.

Valley, on the other hand, was having a much easier time with the undressing, especially considering it would be in front of her once - and hopefully, future - girlfriend. it helped that she had some minor experience with this sort of public display in the Slamazons. It wasn't something she was particularly proud of, but every other year or so, someone always roped her into a bikini contest.

She brought out one of her old favorites for the occasion: white bikin, with pink hearts dotting it all over, to mark her trademark colors. Quite skimpy and good enough for her to win second place the last time she'd busted it out.

Haley, one of the last still clothed, apart from Adrian, didn't move at first, too busy staring at Tiffani, then Carmen, and then staring up and down for an extra few seconds at Valley in their bikini's, her glance at Valley lasting noticeably longer than her first two glances.

She snapped out of it though, and blushed, still feeling nervous about stripping in front of all these beauties. Still...it was a hot tub party, she HAD brought a bikini, and her friend Alaina had been trying to get her to be more confident in her appearance than she was.

Finally Haley sighed and kicked her sandals off, before stripping off her short and shorts, revealing the fittingly silver bikini top and bottoms, the bottoms ending in a thong back.

She blushed and tried to keep her head up, trying not to think about the fact that she had the smallest bust of any of the girls in the room.

"Riiight... swimsuits... ya... let me um..." Adrian mumbled, the bravado once shown backing up Angel melting as everyone started to get semi-naked. She wasn't staring or anything, well... maybe not as much as Ace was but she couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable right now as everyone else stripped. Even Ace who Adrian had initially thought she could rely on to be her ally in nervousness. "I just gotta go into the changing room... I- I didn't dress in layers, so I need to go change." She said, nervously backing her way into the changing room Angel had used previously, hoping to get in there before Angel turned around and started making good on her promise.

Tiffany smiled as the other women began to get ready for the hot tub, smiling as Carmen revealed what she was wearing. The floral print motif surprised her, having expected the Latina to come in a swimsuit with a solid color. Still, Carmen made it work, and she let out a brief "Whoo!" as she finished taking off her outer layer of clothing.

Valley, though was dressed in something the cowgirl could totally could see her in. The pink hearts struck as her as cute and girly, which totally fit in with Tiffany's mental picture of the Californian, drawing out a playful wolf whistle from the Texan.

Haley's outfit was way more daring than she thought the nervous girl was going to break out. The choice in color though, Tiffany just knew that was going to happen, but it still made her giggle slightly. Smiling at Ace, Tiffany would give her an appreciative "Wow...." before motioning for her to do a slow turn. "Ace, that looks really good on you....where do you get your suits? I might need one..."

As Adrian nervously backed away from the group, Tiffany cocked her head slightly to the side.
"Hey, it's ok. Take your time." she called reassuringly as she made it into the changing room.

Lowering her voice to a whisper, Tiffany looked around the room and asked "Is she ok? We're not pushing her past her boundaries or somethin', are we?"