And there she stood, this self professed blonde don for the WGEF female division. So what, she's Trish Stratus now?! Whatever. What, exactly, has Serenity Chambers done in her sad, pathetic career that even remotely makes her some "feared" competitor to anyone in WGEF?! Wow! She beat Decon Havok to win the Royal Rumble....and in her title match at Wrestlemania, the bitch choked. So umm, yeah Serenity, please tell us all exactly why you are oh so great and better then everyone else. Hell, Jeanette Salazar's career is off to a more explosive start then yours is, and she's only been with the company for like eight months. Not to mention she won her first title in less then three. Dont'cha just feel like a failure now?! Mmhmm, thought so. What's even more sad, is her "husband" isn't even doing anything in his sad little career. Guess it's fitting though, two pathetic losers finding each other, falling in love, bringing about even more pathetic losers to carry on the Chambers-Reso family tradition. Niiiiice Serenity. Good to know you're actually good for something, ya know...other then getting your ass kicked by everyone you challenge.

And, with that sarcastic grin on her face, she should feel damn lucky that I'm in a charitible mood tonight. Of course, her relationship with me is about to change dramatically...and not in a way she might like. Of course, in her mind all she can say is 'ooh, fresh meat to beat' but, little does she know that this little Fashionista is so much more then she's bargained for.

So I stood there, took in her lame ass "sarcasm" -- if you even want to call it that, and smiled confidently. I crossed my arms over my ample chest which seemed to have Jason's attention, in a very unsubtle way...of course, when Serenity turned his direction, he managed to turn his head a different way, as if to pretend he wasn't mesmerized by all that was Bridgette Pryor; me. And, with the gentle lick of my lips, I arched one of my long, sexy legs just a bit, sticking my curvy hips out and looked at her. My flowing red hair looked as good, today, as it would any other day. See, I didn't believe in bad hair days, days with no make up or looking just "simple". When you're Bridgette Pryor, you have a reputation to protect, an image to uphold and, walking around in a pair of five dollar 'Juess' jeans and some off brand t-shirt just wasn't cutting it. Nothing but top dollar touched this smoking bod and, that included men. Which is probably why I've got Chris McKenzie inamered with me, when he should be worried about his skank, pregnant ex-wife, Kaylee. Heh, what can I say? I give it to him the way she just couldn't....and he loves it. I gently glided my pierced tongue over my strawberry flavored, glossened lips and a very coy, very seductive, yet very vindictive grin appeared across my gorgeous face as I stared at the average, if not, mediocre blonde in front of me. Some "challenge" she was. She seemed to be getting a little fat and rough around the edges since her marriage to Jason...but, then again, it's not like she did much before the marriage to keep a fit, prestine body like me. I, however, am a firm believer in strip-aerobics. It definitely keeps for a nice, toned body and just works wonders in the bedroom, if you get my drift, wink-wink!

As I starred at her, I could only imagine what seeing this chunky chomper naked was like. Poor Jason, he probably turns off the lights when they screw, so he can pretend that her extra jelly rolls on the side are her boobs...just to get him through their five minutes of sex. Too bad I didn't meet him before Chris. With that same smile still planted beautifully on my face, I looked from side to side then back at Serenity, and shook my head in disappointment. "Sorry, I was hoping that, if I turned away and then looked back at you, you might seem prettier from a different angle. My mistake, guess not everyone has that good angle to them" I said, in a rather sarcastic, yet harsh tone. "Excuse me?" she replied, getting a little antsy. Must be the restlessness in her, she's just begging for a fight. "Oh, sorry...guess I should speak slower so you can understand me. Hmm, how can I put this so that, even you, can get. Ahhh, I got it! Your fat, ugly and seriously need a little plastic surgery around the facial....that just about cover it, sweetpea, or do I need to draw stick figures? I mean, I always heard blondes were dumber then a bottle of rocks, and most need little books with pictures by the words to understand what you're trying to say...but, I was kind of hoping that you were that needle in a haystack. Ya know...smarter then the average bear. Guess not" I continued, with a smirk and a little chuckle.

The look on her face was priceless, too. She was both shocked and angry. A girl she'd never met before just approached her and said things to her that she never thought any person would have the nerve to tell her. Yeah, like she was some big, scary ape woman. "Wow, you know, I'd hoped that someone worth something would come along and give me a little fight, didn't know I'd be taken back to third grade with childish insults. I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm a busy girl and I don't have time to finagle with the hired help or some tramp-doll fan. As you can see, my husband and I have quite the schedule to keep up so, unless you want an autograph and are willing to pay top dollar to get it, I suggest you find mommy and daddy and hit the bricks, toots" Serenity said, as she and Jason laughed. They turned, as if they were going to walk away, and all I could do was chuckle some, which seemed to get them both to stop, turn around and look at me. "How original" I said, with a smirk on my face "Did you come up with that one all on your own, blondzilla...or did the hooked on phonics that Reso here, got'cha for Christmas actually work?!" I asked, in a sarcastic tone, keeping my arms crossed in front of my chest. "Okay seriously, you're wasting my very precious time so, who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?! As you can see, I am tr...." I put my hand up, which stopped her from talking. Not out of fear or anything, but just pure shock. No one really had ever done that to her, especially not midsentence. Little did she know, though, that I wasn't just 'someone'. "Save your breath, blondie. And...try a tictac every once in a while...no wonder why he won't kiss you. He's probably scared he'll know what you had for dinner three weeks ago" I said, which got a small chuckle from Jason. Hey, listening to two women trade insults could be pretty funny. Although, his chuckle went silent when Serenity snapped her neck to the side and looked at him with that same death stare any woman gives her man, when she doesn't approve of what they are saying or doing. "Let me lay it out for ya like this, blondie. Lord knows if I leave it up to you to figure out, we'd be here all night. I signed with the company a month ago, and I am the prized posession that rests in the arms, the bed, the car, the home, the penthouse and just about anywhere that you would find Christopher McKenzie. In other words, I'm the woman that just replaced Kaylee Adams and, a step  up if I do say so myself. A major step up from that meaty little cow. I'm also the women that just laid out a challenge to you, next Monday on Rampage. That is...if you're not "too busy" getting fatter, uglier, older and skankier. Then maybe, just maybe, I can school you on what it's like to still be young and beautiful...like moi. So what do you say, Serenity...you and I, one on one, Monday Night Rampage...since you're so desperate for a fight and, I am officially ready to make my grand debut in the ring" I asked, and she thought for only a second, which certainly surprised the hell out of me. I didn't know she was capable of thinking that fast.

"A fight on Rampage...you've got it. October 12th, it's a date. And, just to make things a little more interesting, what's say we make this you against me in a weapons match. You bring your weapon of choice and I bring mine...that is, if you even know what a weapon is" she replied, which seemed to bring a smirk to my face. "Yeah, I do...it's what your using your breath as, right? But a weapons match sounds perfect to me. And, if Trish is down, then I will definitely see you on Rampage next Monday" I said, with a smirk as I pushed my way between her and Jason, with confidence. "Oh and, Serenity...I know you've been 'working out' a lot lately but, there's a reason why I choose next Monday as the date for our match. Gives you seven more, whole days, to get your fat ass back into shape, Train hard, sweetpea, you definitely need it" I said, as I turned on my heels and walked down the hallway, to return to my beau and his luxurious lockerroom. Oh the perks of being the arm candy and the 'girl' of Chris McKenzie, the WGEF Champion. They were definitely perks I could get used to.