KamiKaze Vs. The Coalition!

Synching in perfectly with Kelly’s flamboyant pointing gesture towards the top of the ramp, the house lights would die down until there was only pitch black nothingness. A brief permeating darkness that kept you from seeing your hand in front of your face until the monolithic Titantron lit up the arena with ghastly and distorted images of death. Including but not limited to tombstones, caskets, and a deformed rabbit skull flashing as the centerpiece. The sound of a pulsating beat akin to a demonic heart throbbing escalated the macabre atmosphere that certainly stood in direct contrast to the flashy theatricality of Kelly’s entrance.

With knee-level fog engulfing the entirety of the now murky ramp like a Louisiana bayou, and after a nearly a minute of unsettling anticipation, the beat would drop and the looming figure of Death herself would nonchalantly stride out from behind the curtains. With her chin tucked down, her wide-brimmed top hat would conceal nearly the entirety of her face as she lurched forward in her tattered trenchcoat. The photographer’s from before would smartly clear the way this time around, the fog parting to the sides as she gradually stomped forward, down the ramp and up the steel steps until she was side by side with her patriotically attired partner.

Tipping off her hat would end her theme and light up the arena, her dramatic unveiling seemingly cementing her position as Kelly’s latest acquisition against the forces of Taylor Parker and her dojo. An immediate result of this bombshell was making the audience finally join together unilaterally from their formerly mixed opinion of D.B., boos and cries of disappointment from those whom may have been fans of hers showering them both. Allying with Kelly was apparently equating to instant heat...

Her grim countenance never flinched as she scanned the audience, the majority baffled at how this unorthodox partnership came to be...though inwardly Bunny was smiling like a jackal. From meandering in the undercard to being escalated high enough in the league to have the satisfying opportunity of putting the screws to the World Champ herself…Though there was a price to pay for this springboard to the top, namely swallowing a hefty dose of her pride by standing next to Kelly in that outfit…

“…*sigh*…”

Unbeknownst to the bickering blondes in attendance, D.B. had also shot the World Championship a glance once it was hoisted over head. Though any plans in that regard would be better off put to the side...

After several minutes had come and gone with no Avery Shields or hints of activity from the ramp, the antsy audience would start to get restless in anticipation. And D.B. may have been feeling the same were it not for the overt taunting by her American Cohort, making it abundantly clear to anyone who understood subtlety that her partner knew more than she was letting on. D.B. herself not aware of any plans due to her status as the "New Girl", but that's not to say she didn't get a kick out of seeing the normally loud mouthed Taylor start to sweat.

"Looks like you bet on the wrong horse, Tay Sway. It's cold out here when you're on your own, huh?" D.B. uttered unsympathetically while stepping up slightly closer to encroach upon Taylor while Kelly continued to encircle her, her top hat and trench coat by now hung up in her corner to reveal her white cotton top and tight fitting hot pants jeans. "You can always call for someone else to pull your ass out of the fire again..."