Beauty Contest. (OPEN)

Everyone in the arena went dead silent, as Brittany's fist slammed into Angel's face. Even Angel wasn't expecting it, the Latina taking the blow, getting knocked straight off of her feet.

She fell to the mat, landing on her side in front of the champion and her lackey, momentarily stunned in surprise and shock at the powerful, angry punch.

Karisma grinned widely and threw a glance at Brittany. Normally she frowned at Brittany's anger issues, but in this instance, tearing apart the former champ might feel good. Making her as ugly as Karisma claimed she was sounded even better.

Mercy had froze when Angel singled her out again. 'What the heck do you keep bringing me into this for!?' Mercy thought. As much as she liked Angel and was willing to defend her to a point, she was pretty sure that Karisma and Brittany had no problem kicking her ass too! Not to mention that Angel wasn't the one who had to keep hanging out with them after this was over with!

However, as she was thinking it over, Brittany cracked the former champ across the face. Mercy cringed but saw the hungry look on Karisma's eyes and, going against her better judgement, threw herself between Brittany and Angel and stretched out her arms. She turned her head and closed her eyes as well.

"Ok, I think we can all agree that she's not the one you want, right!?" Mercy said, her voice cracking from the stress.

Brittany was about to jump on Angel and beat the crap out of her when Mercy stepped between them. Brittany froze for a second before lowering her fist and taking a deep breath. "You have 10 seconds to get her out of the ring before i rearrange that face you like so much." Brittany would say to Mercy before reaching down to pick up her mic.

Brittany would then walk back to Karisma with a smile on her face. "Now i believe that has proved my point. That i am the Champion and that this trash doesn't belong in the ring with me." Brittany said over the boos of the crowd as she turned to look at Mercy and Angel to look over her handiwork.

As Mercy jumped between herself and Brittany, Angel started to pick herself up, rubbing her cheek gingerly as she got back to her feet. On one hand, she was grateful for someone keeping Brittany off of her, but on the other, she could have kicked Mercy's ass herself for doing something so stupid.

She stood up, and glared at Brittany again, any signs of joking or teasing gone from her face and her expression. "I'm going, chica. You don't have to tell me twice." She started to walk off, turning around to make an exit, but stopped, looking back over her shoulder towards the champion.

"Just watch your back. I'm going to come for that belt eventually, and when I do, there's no way you're going to escape the asskicking that I owe you." She stared towards the blonde for a moment longer, then chuckled, shaking her head slowly.

She took a step, then paused a second time, before turning around, and stepping quickly towards Mercy. She grinned at her, and lowered her voice, whispering so that only the pinkette could here. "Oh chica...when you're done playing with these bitches out here, you should come find me in the back. We should talk, you know?"

With that said, she turned away for good, and went to slip out of the ring, to make her exit up the ramp.

Mercy could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She thought for sure she was getting beat up or killed. Thankfully, Angel took the high road and began to leave. Mercy thought that she was going to explode from the tension being released. She was about to step to the side of Brittany when Angel's smooth voice aught her ear. She blushed deeply in front of both Karisma and Brittany and gave the weakest nod she could before hurrying over to Brittany's side.

Mercy watched Angel leave and felt herself panting and trying to catch her breath, her hand pressed in her respectable chest.

Meanwhile, Karisma exchanged a smug grin with Brittany and crossed her arms under her chest. "Please, isn't someone here worth our time?" Karisma mused, waving a dismissive hand as Angel disappeared behind the stage.

"Well, tonight certainly turned out more interesting than I had expected." The voice came from behind the worker assigned backstage to controlling the entrances of anyone stepping out onto the stage, the man turning around to find the hentai champion Natasha Loclear standing there already in her wrestling gear. The bluenette had traded in her usual skimpier attire for something a bit more suited to standard wrestling, a blue corset like top and matching pants with full gloves and boots to go with them.

"If theres no one else waiting why don't you hand me that mic so I can end this." Her voice was more serious than playful then and it was easy to see why as Angel had just been unceremoniously knocked to the ground with a cheap shot, the smile on Natasha's face having vanished at the sight of that. The man handed Natasha the microphone without a word but instead of heading out right then the Frenchwoman ducked behind some curtains, waiting for Angel to go on by before slipping back out and stepping over to the arena entrance. She felt like Angel and her had gotten onto better terms in the last couple months, perhaps the latina even considered her a friend, but she didn't want to test that relationship just yet by passing her on the way to the ring where the new champion waited.

Her music, Sanctuary, played for only a few seconds, just long enough for Natasha to step out and begin the walk down the ramp towards the ring. Bringing the mic to her lips as she strolled towards the waiting Brittany, Natasha flashed her a smile that lit up the screens around the arena. "Well haven't we risen far since the last time I saw you Brittany." She said with a casual air about her, as if the blonde and her were old friends.

"World Champion, congratulations are in order no? You're even settling into the role quickly, only champion such a short time and already acting as if you're above everyone else. Then again..." She paused as she ascended the steel steps and climbed through the ropes, coming to a stop beside Mercy, giving her a quick but friendly smile before turning her attention back to Brittany. "You were always this way weren't you?" As it had in the back Natasha's voice went from polite and delightful to cold and serious in an instant, and the glare she gave Brittany then matched it.

"Not even Angel was good enough to fit your standards right? Well if its beauty you're looking for then here I am, and if its a challenge then as I said here I am. Or have you forgotten what happened in our match together?"

Mercy was now pretty anxious as the next song played. Why couldn't this just be over soon? As she watched Natasha come down the ramp, she remained still. Her nerves were calm and when the bluenette entered the ring, Mercy just stood there, forcing a smile when Natasha smiled at her. Why did people keep looking at her!?

Karisma inspected Natasha very carefully as Natasha came down the ramp. She knew who the girl was, but the Indian Jewel did not tip her hand until Natasha was in the ramp.

"This woman is Pyrite." Karisma said and turned her head, holding out her hand so her palm faced the hentai champ. "Setting aside her moppish hair, which looks as though it hasn't been washed in weeks, and meaty cheeks, she lacks any sort of dignity." Karisma expressed, looking over Natasha with a passing glance.

"She is a woman who believes herself to be an emerald when really she is just a jade." Karisma said and smiled cruelly at her own pun.

Brittany watched as Angel left but sadly the next applicant that came down was even worse. Brittany sighed as Natasha made her way into the ring before having a small chuckle as Karisma insulted Natasha. "Well, i cannot argue with you there." Brittany said as she addressed her lover. Brittany would then turn towards Natasha. "So, you think i am the same person as before. Well i must say you are wrong. I have evolved from the last time we met." Brittany said before turning towards Mercy.

"So, tell me her qualifications." Brittany said as she wasn't as happy with Mercy after the incident with Angel.

There was a flash of irritation in the ocean blue eyes of the Frenchwoman but it was gone in the blink of an eye, Natasha keeping firm control over her body's reaction to her internal anger. She smiled, turning to face Karisma whom had been so kind as to compare her to a mere piece of rock. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you dear, don't worry I've no desire to take her from you. Just that belt of hers." Natasha took a couple steps closer to Karisma but remembering what had happened to Angel she came no closer, staying just outside her reach. "Oh and emerald, really? If you must liken me to a gem I am a sapphire, you know because of the blue." She added as an afterthought, laughing once before turning to Brittany.

"I would hope so otherwise I would be terribly confused as to how you could be standing there and not Taylor. If I thought you the same then I wouldn't be standing here, I look for challenges after all." Natasha smirked, tilting her head ever so gently to the right as she spoke. "Am I mistaking you for a challenge?"

Karisma couldn't help but softly laugh and kept her palm facing Natasha with her hand outstretched so she wouldn't have to look at the bluenette. "I'm sure you'd know quite a bit on that subject." She said simply. "Having to suffer from it oh so often."

Mercy looked dryly at Brittany when she once again asked for Natasha's qualifications. "She's the current Hentai champ, of course." Mercy said. "I don't know what else you need to know. She's been in the league for a while."