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December 10th, 2008 �?8 p.m. �?Detroit Michigan
It was dark out, and what seemed like the wee hours of the night, when most people were in the comfort of their homes, resting peacefully with their families, there was one woman that still roamed the streets, almost aimlessly. She wore a pair of black slacks that seemed to blow in the cool winter breeze. She had on a pair of stiletto, black high heels…five inches, to be exact. She was already a moderately tall female, with gorgeous, long legs that seemed to go on for days, adding the height of those heels to her already five feet, six inch frame only made her legs look that much more delectable. As she maneuvered down the street, taking the sights in, she snuggled warmly behind her thick, black sweater that went way past her waistline. It wrapped snuggly along her extremely slender frame, and had matching black buttons going from top to bottom down the center, and a slender black string that wrapped tightly around her waist. Despite the coldness that was tonight’s air, she still seemed to have a content, happy smile across her face, which made her only that much more appealing to the people she passed. With a matching black winter’s hat over her dark auburn colored, slightly curled hair, she managed to stay quite warm, despite the rapidly dropping temperature. It was winter time; drops in temperature are to be expected, especially in this neck of the woods…Detroit, Michigan.

She walked further down the pavement, to one of the taller brick buildings that aligned the sidewalk. As she scaled the steps, she reached a tall black door. Turning the cold, metal knob to the left and pushing the door in, she walked into the building where things seemed unusually quiet. Very calm, dimly light and without chaos, she looked around at all of her surroundings. Turning the corner and walking down a long corridor, she finally reached her destination. It was a wood door with a glass window and across the window read ‘Detective Jeanette Tracy �?Criminal Investigator�? With a smile she inserted a key into the key hole and turned, unlocking the door and walking in. Taking off her jacket and hat, she laid hung them both up on a coat rack near the door. Under the sweater she wore a very lovely, long sleeve, thick, deep purple sweater top that seemed to match beautifully with her skin tone. She eyed the room she was in, smiling happily before noticing something on her desk. Her phone was flashing a red light, signifying that she had a voicemail waiting to be heard. Sitting down, she dialed the number and pass code to access her voicemail, and leaned back in the seat. With the phone on speaker, she could hear the message left to her, without having to deal with the annoyance of holding the phone.

�?SPAN>Jeanette�?a male voice rang out in a stern tone. �?SPAN>She’s struck again! This time it’s even worse. I left her file for you to review and solve in your box outside your door, along with the information from her latest heist. You have got to stop her, Jeanette, before it’s too late. She even left her usual calling card…but this one seemed a little more close to home for you…almost like a call out�?the voice said, before the call abruptly ended. With a look of confusion, Jeanette erased the message and went to her door. Opening the door, she finally noticed the file sitting in her mail box. Pulling it out, she closed her door behind her and began to rummage through the mass amounts of documents that seemed to keep the file fool. Gazing at the picture of her latest ‘calling card�?it was yet another doll…a Barbie doll. However this one, much different then all the others, had dark reddish brown hair and the initials “JS�?in the center, etched in black permanent marker ink. Jeanette gazed at the very apparent “call out�?for her, before reading through the information from her latest robbery job.

�?FONT color=#663366>Well, I’ll say this for her…she definitely is the very subtle thief�?/SPAN>�?she said, in an almost sarcastic tone. �?SPAN>WGEF Women’s Championship hmm…and a plea from owner Trish Stratus to get justice for her, her company and recover the belt before it’s reputation is destroyed by the Barbie Bandit herself, Ivy Stratus. This should be quite interesting�?/FONT>�?I said, laying the file and all of its enclosed documents on the desk. Pondering over what was brought to my attention and what was lying on my desk, it only took me a minute to decide what to do. I would have to stop the Barbie Bandit before she wreaks havoc on another company or another life. As I placed my elbows on my desk, intertwining my fingers, I devised a plan that I am beyond certain would work to get the Barbie Bandit off the streets and in the pits of hell where she belongs. Well, behind bars anyway! With a proud smile on my face, I immediately called a few numbers, getting the plan organized. Luckily for me, I had an unlimited amount of resources that seemed to get me clear across the world in a heartbeat, if I really needed to. And this woman, she was destined to be clear across the world, looking to destroy another life.

�?SPAN>Arnold�?I said quickly, as a male voice rang through the other end of the phone line. �?FONT color=#663366>I’ve got the most brilliant plan to stop the Barbie Bandit dead in her tracks. It’s a sure way to bring her down and it is beyond genius. But, I’ll need the help of you and a few others. According to these plans and the codes she left behind, she is on her way to Hawaii for yet another, heist. We must stop her before she reaches the isle and makes off with more gold and a bigger ego.�?I said, in an urgent tone. �?SPAN>Now here’s the plan�?/FONT>�?I began to say.

December 10th, 2008 �?11:15 p.m. �?Detroit, Michigan
Hours later, I emerged from my office, jacket in tote and hat slowly being placed on my head. If I was going to pull this off tonight and finish the Barbie Bandit’s reign of terror before the night was through, I’d have to act quickly…swiftly and without any mistake. I was fully armed with everything I needed, including the doll she specifically left for me. As I made my way through town, I could only see the outcome, me taking the Barbie Bandit down for good. There was no other way; there was no other plan in mind, then to stop her completely.

As I got to my first destination, I looked around cautiously. My gun was cocked and loaded, just in case I needed to act first and think later. It’s what you’re taught in the criminal investigation field, especially when you’re trying a furious thief who will stop at nothing to get the job done. Gazing around the area that I knew she would be, I saw that all was clear. She hadn’t even arrived yet. Watching myself and moving swiftly, but cautiously, I maneuvered through the empty room, noticing the strapping piece of gold that I was sure Ivy would soon come for. It was bright and shun quite nicely in the night’s sky. It was almost like a calling to her, but I would stop her before she had a chance to make away with it. I placed the last calling card she left at her latest heist, the self-made doll of “me�?in the center of the room, where I know she’d see it. Next to the doll, I strategically placed a note, and across the front was her name “Ivy�?in a rather large sized font, just to be sure and get her attention quickly. It was on a piece of white, blank paper and folded in half so that it stood, almost like a teepee.

Moving swiftly to the casing where the gold was safely tucked away, I rumbled my hand through the pockets of my jacket, finally finding what I was looking for. It was a circular key that kept the lock secured and the gold in its rightful spot. Putting it in the key hole and unlocking the cabinet, I quickly removed the belt, tucking it safely in my jacket, before looking around to ensure, no one had seen me. I heard noises around the windows; I knew it was a matter of seconds before Ivy was in here hoping to steel the gold herself, and quickly I shut the case, locked it and fled the scene, carrying with me the gold piece of belt that she was coming for. I heard one of the windows break and shatter, and like at all the other previous sightings for the Barbie Bandit, this one had no alarm system set up, so nothing went off. I hid safely, in a room that was across the hall from what was noted as “The Championship Room�?and had a good visual of Ivy, as she searched around the room, hoping to get what she had come for.

To her dismay, though, someone had already beaten her to the gold she wanted. The championship belt she was longing for, just like someone was in hot pursuit of the one she was currently clutching close to her heart, the WGEF Women’s Championship. She finally noticed the doll on the floor and the note next to it. With her gun drawn, she cautiously bent to pick up the note and doll. The initials JS were now scratched out, and across the chest was a small note that read “I’m coming for you�?�?and her initials IS across the dolls forehead. Opening the note, her eyes moved across the paper as she read it to herself. She crumbled the note up, dropping it on the floor, letting out a sinister laugh.

�?SPAN>Come for me all you want�?she said, in a tone that was audible from where I was standing �?SPAN>but you will never get what you are after. The great Ivy Stratus is much too cunning, much too swift…much too bright to fall for any trap or trick you try, Tracey…and soon, I’ll have all the gold and you’ll be the laughing stock of this entire country�?she threw the doll down, after ripping the head off of it. �?FONT color=#999999>I will get that belt, Tracey�?and I will get you too�?/FONT>�?she screamed loudly, in an angry tone before heading towards the window.

�?SPAN>Now�?I exclaimed in a low voice, so she couldn’t hear me. I spoke into a small, black walkie-talkie, and seconds later a chorus of sirens went off, filling the air with that annoying sound of police cars. Red lights flashing filled the night sky, and she stopped in her tracks, just before going through the window. �?SPAN>Fuck me�?Ivy screamed out, knowing that her time was severely marked. She’d been caught, the very thing she just promised wouldn’t happen…happened. Crawling back into the building, she stuck her gun out the window and proceeded to fire. With the inability to look, she fired randomly and hit no one, not a single police officer or detective and, thankfully, no civilians. She only managed to hit street signs and windows. �?SPAN>You’ll never take me alive�?she screamed out at the officers. �?SPAN>Never!�?she continued, as she fired again. With a loud thud, I kicked the door in, from the room I’d been hiding in. Gun aimed, cocked and ready to fire, should I have to, I pointed it right at Ivy.

�?SPAN>Drop it Ivy�?I screamed at her. She jumped, being started by the resounding tone of my voice. �?SPAN>Drop it and you’ll live�?I exclaimed, as she slowly rose to her feet. �?SPAN>You’re much more clever then I gave you credit for, Tracey…I give you that�?she said, �?SPAN>But you will never put me in that hell hole�?never!�?She said, as she turned, pointing her gun back at me. �?SPAN>It’s over for you, Stratus, it’s all over. Give up now, while you still have your head and some dignity. You had a good run while it lasted, but you knew…sooner or later…your days as the Barbie Bandit would be over. You’re a marked woman, Ivy. Shoot me, and none of those officers out there will let you live to see your next heist. They are surrounding the entire building, blockades all along the streets for miles. The rooftops of every building within two miles of here have officers armed and ready to fire, if you try to escape. You’re not going anywhere, you’ll never make it. Drop your weapon and walk out alive…or I will shoot you…and I aim to kill sweetheart�?I said, in a resounding tone.

�?SPAN>Shoot me�?she said, in a challenge to me. �?SPAN>You’ll never get what you want. You’ll never get this�?/FONT>�?she said, as she opened her jacket. And there it was, the WGEF Women’s Championship that she’d stolen only weeks ago. Holding it close to her body, it was wrapped tightly around her waist, on display as if she’d actually done something to earn that prestigious piece of gold and leather. �?SPAN>I dare you, Tracey…shoot me�?/FONT>�?she said, challenging me again. Before I could even think twice, a single shot rang out and smoke filled the air. An ear shattering scream soon followed as the thud of a body quickly hitting the wood floor was heard. As the smoke cleared, I slowly walked to where Ivy’s body was now lying, as blood began to spill across the floor. Quickly, I kicked the gun far away from her body, holding my pistol at her, in case she tried to make any swift movements.

�?SPAN>Get up, you tramp�?I said, in a stern voice. �?SPAN>It’s over for you, Stratus…it’s all over.�?She rose to her feet, clutching the arm I’d shot tightly as blood filled her hand. It was a shot that wouldn’t kill her, but it left her crippled enough to be stopped, to force her to drop her weapon and keep her grounded while she was put under arrest. Pulling her towards me, I quickly unfastened the belt from her waist, dropping it to the floor as I pulled out the handcuffs, placing them tightly around your hands. �?SPAN>I underestimated you, Tracey…you really are a vindictive, aggressive, ruthless son of a bitch!�?she said, as I began to search her for any other weapons. She was clean. Through the Walkie-Talkie I instructed the men and women outside to hold their fire, I was bringing out the gold, the fugitive and taking her to the precinct for questioning. �?SPAN>Ivy Stratus, you are under arrest for armed robbery, for evading arrest and for shooting a weapon at police officers. You have the right to remain silent �?so shut the fuck up! --…anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney; one will be provided for you…do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?�?I said, as we walked to the door, both belts in my grasp, her weapon in my pocket and mine back in its holder. �?SPAN>Yes�?she said, in a low voice through gritted teeth.

I walked with her, to the nearest squad car and placed her in it. Through squinted eyes, she starred at me, eyeing me up and down in distain. The Barbie Bandit had finally been caught, her reign had come to an end and she’d never see the light of day �?let alone have the ability to steal another piece of championship gold �?again. She was going away for life…she was done

December 18th, 2008 �?2 p.m. �?WGEF Headquarters
The winter weather was definitely taking its toll, and Christmas was nearing. But that did not stop an ecstatic Trish Stratus from hosting an event, in Detective Jeanette Tracey’s honor for stopping the bandit that almost ruined her company. �?SPAN>Ladies and gentlemen�?she said, as she stood at the podium in front of thousands of spectators, members of her company and members of the media �?SPAN>We all watched in horror as Ivy Stratus, known to many as the Barbie Bandit made away with thousands of dollars put into creating beautifully sculptured and vastly different championship belts. This woman was crazed with greed and selfishness; she would stop at nothing to be deemed the best in the world, including challenge the woman we are here today to celebrate. Her bravery and her cunning sense of investigation and forcefulness brought an end to the terror that reigned over every company that ran across this great country. It was through her act, that Ivy Stratus was stopped and that our beloved WGEF Women’s Championship belt was restored to its rightful place, amongst our company and all of our treasured stars. It is because of that act of bravery that we are gathered here today, to honor her with a prestigious award and special plaque that she can carry with her for the rest of her life. She will also be declared a Women’s Champion for life, in the eyes of WGEF, for all that she has done to save the face of this company and a division full of talented females that fought so hard and wanted so badly, to hold this prestigious belt. Today we honor Detective Jeanette Tracey, for restoring the honor back to a division that’d lost hope, and for stopping Ivy Stratus, before she could truly cause damage that would soon be unfixable. As the owner of this fine establishment, and a fellow female roster member, I extend a hand of gratitude to you, Detective Tracey, you will forever be a hero in all of our hearts�?she said, in a joyful tone, as she and those in attendance clapped. Walking to the podium, I couldn’t help but smile. This…times like these…are what made my job truly worth while.

Clearing my throat, I leaned into the microphone. I was never one for public speaking, but this was a special exception. �?SPAN>Thank you, WGEF-ites. I truly appreciate your sense of gratitude. I want you all to remember that this was no special act or deed on my part. I was simply doing what I took an oath to do; stop crime no matter where I see it, no matter where it happens. Ivy Stratus was on the run for a long time, she needed to be stopped and I knew, if anyone was going to stop her, it would have to be me. I did what any other member of the police force would’ve done. I stopped a criminal before her reign of terror could continue and cause more damage. Ivy rests quietly in a state penitentiary, where she will remain for years to come. She thought she was better then all of you, she thought she was better then the law…she thought she was better then me. But she found out, that when you challenge Jeanette Tracey�?B>you always lose�?I said, in a firm, resounding voice. With a smile on my face I proudly accepted my awards and honorary championship belt, holding them up high in the air. They were prestigious commodities for me, and I truly enjoyed them. As for Ivy Stratus; she found out what it was like, to be stopped dead in her tracks by Jeanette Tracey, before she could really even get started. And now, she’ll serve twenty years for the crimes she’s committed across the country, but that is nothing compared to the taste that’ll remain in her mouth for the rest of her life…the taste of a sweet loss, to the talented Detective Jeanette Tracey.

And so, the case of the Barbie Bandit was closed, with great success for Detective Jeanette Tracey.

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�?SPAN>Finished�?I said, with a smile on my face as I laid back in the bed, placing the journal on the hotels night stand. �?SPAN>Happy ending, I presume�?Kevin said, as he rolled over, looking up at me. �?SPAN>Of course, babe. Just like tomorrow night, when I fight that untalented little hack, Ivy Stratus and reclaim what is rightfully mine; the WGEF Women’s Championship belt.�?I said, lying back starring at Kevin. �?SPAN>You’ve got this in the bag, babe. Ivy doesn’t stand a chance against someone as talented as you. She may have been able to beat untalented hacks before, but when it comes to the best…that’s you. And you’re a challenge that she’ll never be able to over come.�?I smiled as I looked at him. Leaning in, we embraced in a soft, passionate kiss. Moments later, the kiss was broken up as I turned off the light, letting out a confident, comforting sigh, before drifting off to sleep. That was the fictional story of how Detective Jeanette Tracey took down the dirty Barbie Bandit, Ivy Stratus�?tomorrow night on Friday Night’s Fight Night will be the true story of how Jeanette Salazar took down and reclaimed her championship belt, defeating the current, fluke of a champion, Ivy Stratus.

the barbie bandit strikes again. fnfn ii.

out of character comment. here is numero dos. i really liked how this one came out, lol. i dunno where i got the idea from, i was just thinking of investigations one night, watching law and order svu and BAM it hit me. so anywho, no offense and what not, hope y'all enjoy the read and yay, hehe. good luck to that ivy chick, for the second time now, lol. may the best girlie win. whoot-whoot! o0o0o and also, erm...nevermind i forgot lol. read it and enjoy peeps. muah!

December 10th, 2008 �?8 p.m. �?Detroit Michigan
It was dark out, and what seemed like the wee hours of the night, when most people were in the comfort of their homes, resting peacefully with their families, there was one woman that still roamed the streets, almost aimlessly. She wore a pair of black slacks that seemed to blow in the cool winter breeze. She had on a pair of stiletto, black high heels…five inches, to be exact. She was already a moderately tall female, with gorgeous, long legs that seemed to go on for days, adding the height of those heels to her already five feet, six inch frame only made her legs look that much more delectable. As she maneuvered down the street, taking the sights in, she snuggled warmly behind her thick, black sweater that went way past her waistline. It wrapped snuggly along her extremely slender frame, and had matching black buttons going from top to bottom down the center, and a slender black string that wrapped tightly around her waist. Despite the coldness that was tonight’s air, she still seemed to have a content, happy smile across her face, which made her only that much more appealing to the people she passed. With a matching black winter’s hat over her dark auburn colored, slightly curled hair, she managed to stay quite warm, despite the rapidly dropping temperature. It was winter time; drops in temperature are to be expected, especially in this neck of the woods…Detroit, Michigan.
She walked further down the pavement, to one of the taller brick buildings that aligned the sidewalk. As she scaled the steps, she reached a tall black door. Turning the cold, metal knob to the left and pushing the door in, she walked into the building where things seemed unusually quiet. Very calm, dimly light and without chaos, she looked around at all of her surroundings. Turning the corner and walking down a long corridor, she finally reached her destination. It was a wood door with a glass window and across the window read ‘Detective Jeanette Tracy �?Criminal Investigator�? With a smile she inserted a key into the key hole and turned, unlocking the door and walking in. Taking off her jacket and hat, she laid hung them both up on a coat rack near the door. Under the sweater she wore a very lovely, long sleeve, thick, deep purple sweater top that seemed to match beautifully with her skin tone. She eyed the room she was in, smiling happily before noticing something on her desk. Her phone was flashing a red light, signifying that she had a voicemail waiting to be heard. Sitting down, she dialed the number and pass code to access her voicemail, and leaned back in the seat. With the phone on speaker, she could hear the message left to her, without having to deal with the annoyance of holding the phone.

�?SPAN>Jeanette�?a male voice rang out in a stern tone. �?SPAN>She’s struck again! This time it’s even worse. I left her file for you to review and solve in your box outside your door, along with the information from her latest heist. You have got to stop her, Jeanette, before it’s too late. She even left her usual calling card…but this one seemed a little more close to home for you…almost like a call out�?the voice said, before the call abruptly ended. With a look of confusion, Jeanette erased the message and went to her door. Opening the door, she finally noticed the file sitting in her mail box. Pulling it out, she closed her door behind her and began to rummage through the mass amounts of documents that seemed to keep the file fool. Gazing at the picture of her latest ‘calling card�?it was yet another doll…a Barbie doll. However this one, much different then all the others, had dark reddish brown hair and the initials “JS�?in the center, etched in black permanent marker ink. Jeanette gazed at the very apparent “call out�?for her, before reading through the information from her latest robbery job.

�?FONT color=#663366>Well, I’ll say this for her…she definitely is the very subtle thief�?/SPAN>�?she said, in an almost sarcastic tone. �?SPAN>WGEF Women’s Championship hmm…and a plea from owner Trish Stratus to get justice for her, her company and recover the belt before it’s reputation is destroyed by the Barbie Bandit herself, Ivy Stratus. This should be quite interesting�?/FONT>�?I said, laying the file and all of its enclosed documents on the desk. Pondering over what was brought to my attention and what was lying on my desk, it only took me a minute to decide what to do. I would have to stop the Barbie Bandit before she wreaks havoc on another company or another life. As I placed my elbows on my desk, intertwining my fingers, I devised a plan that I am beyond certain would work to get the Barbie Bandit off the streets and in the pits of hell where she belongs. Well, behind bars anyway! With a proud smile on my face, I immediately called a few numbers, getting the plan organized. Luckily for me, I had an unlimited amount of resources that seemed to get me clear across the world in a heartbeat, if I really needed to. And this woman, she was destined to be clear across the world, looking to destroy another life.

�?SPAN>Arnold�?I said quickly, as a male voice rang through the other end of the phone line. �?FONT color=#663366>I’ve got the most brilliant plan to stop the Barbie Bandit dead in her tracks. It’s a sure way to bring her down and it is beyond genius. But, I’ll need the help of you and a few others. According to these plans and the codes she left behind, she is on her way to Hawaii for yet another, heist. We must stop her before she reaches the isle and makes off with more gold and a bigger ego.�?I said, in an urgent tone. �?SPAN>Now here’s the plan�?/FONT>�?I began to say.

December 10th, 2008 �?11:15 p.m. �?Detroit, Michigan
Hours later, I emerged from my office, jacket in tote and hat slowly being placed on my head. If I was going to pull this off tonight and finish the Barbie Bandit’s reign of terror before the night was through, I’d have to act quickly…swiftly and without any mistake. I was fully armed with everything I needed, including the doll she specifically left for me. As I made my way through town, I could only see the outcome, me taking the Barbie Bandit down for good. There was no other way; there was no other plan in mind, then to stop her completely.

As I got to my first destination, I looked around cautiously. My gun was cocked and loaded, just in case I needed to act first and think later. It’s what you’re taught in the criminal investigation field, especially when you’re trying a furious thief who will stop at nothing to get the job done. Gazing around the area that I knew she would be, I saw that all was clear. She hadn’t even arrived yet. Watching myself and moving swiftly, but cautiously, I maneuvered through the empty room, noticing the strapping piece of gold that I was sure Ivy would soon come for. It was bright and shun quite nicely in the night’s sky. It was almost like a calling to her, but I would stop her before she had a chance to make away with it. I placed the last calling card she left at her latest heist, the self-made doll of “me�?in the center of the room, where I know she’d see it. Next to the doll, I strategically placed a note, and across the front was her name “Ivy�?in a rather large sized font, just to be sure and get her attention quickly. It was on a piece of white, blank paper and folded in half so that it stood, almost like a teepee.

Moving swiftly to the casing where the gold was safely tucked away, I rumbled my hand through the pockets of my jacket, finally finding what I was looking for. It was a circular key that kept the lock secured and the gold in its rightful spot. Putting it in the key hole and unlocking the cabinet, I quickly removed the belt, tucking it safely in my jacket, before looking around to ensure, no one had seen me. I heard noises around the windows; I knew it was a matter of seconds before Ivy was in here hoping to steel the gold herself, and quickly I shut the case, locked it and fled the scene, carrying with me the gold piece of belt that she was coming for. I heard one of the windows break and shatter, and like at all the other previous sightings for the Barbie Bandit, this one had no alarm system set up, so nothing went off. I hid safely, in a room that was across the hall from what was noted as “The Championship Room�?and had a good visual of Ivy, as she searched around the room, hoping to get what she had come for.

To her dismay, though, someone had already beaten her to the gold she wanted. The championship belt she was longing for, just like someone was in hot pursuit of the one she was currently clutching close to her heart, the WGEF Women’s Championship. She finally noticed the doll on the floor and the note next to it. With her gun drawn, she cautiously bent to pick up the note and doll. The initials JS were now scratched out, and across the chest was a small note that read “I’m coming for you�?�?and her initials IS across the dolls forehead. Opening the note, her eyes moved across the paper as she read it to herself. She crumbled the note up, dropping it on the floor, letting out a sinister laugh.

�?SPAN>Come for me all you want�?she said, in a tone that was audible from where I was standing �?SPAN>but you will never get what you are after. The great Ivy Stratus is much too cunning, much too swift…much too bright to fall for any trap or trick you try, Tracey…and soon, I’ll have all the gold and you’ll be the laughing stock of this entire country�?she threw the doll down, after ripping the head off of it. �?FONT color=#660066>I will get that belt, Tracey�?and I will get you too�?/FONT>�?she screamed loudly, in an angry tone before heading towards the window.

�?SPAN>Now�?I exclaimed in a low voice, so she couldn’t hear me. I spoke into a small, black walkie-talkie, and seconds later a chorus of sirens went off, filling the air with that annoying sound of police cars. Red lights flashing filled the night sky, and she stopped in her tracks, just before going through the window. �?SPAN>Fuck me�?Ivy screamed out, knowing that her time was severely marked. She’d been caught, the very thing she just promised wouldn’t happen…happened. Crawling back into the building, she stuck her gun out the window and proceeded to fire. With the inability to look, she fired randomly and hit no one, not a single police officer or detective and, thankfully, no civilians. She only managed to hit street signs and windows. �?SPAN>You’ll never take me alive�?she screamed out at the officers. �?SPAN>Never!�?she continued, as she fired again. With a loud thud, I kicked the door in, from the room I’d been hiding in. Gun aimed, cocked and ready to fire, should I have to, I pointed it right at Ivy.

�?SPAN>Drop it Ivy�?I screamed at her. She jumped, being started by the resounding tone of my voice. �?SPAN>Drop it and you’ll live�?I exclaimed, as she slowly rose to her feet. �?SPAN>You’re much more clever then I gave you credit for, Tracey…I give you that�?she said, �?SPAN>But you will never put me in that hell hole�?never!�?She said, as she turned, pointing her gun back at me. �?SPAN>It’s over for you, Stratus, it’s all over. Give up now, while you still have your head and some dignity. You had a good run while it lasted, but you knew…sooner or later…your days as the Barbie Bandit would be over. You’re a marked woman, Ivy. Shoot me, and none of those officers out there will let you live to see your next heist. They are surrounding the entire building, blockades all along the streets for miles. The rooftops of every building within two miles of here have officers armed and ready to fire, if you try to escape. You’re not going anywhere, you’ll never make it. Drop your weapon and walk out alive…or I will shoot you…and I aim to kill sweetheart�?I said, in a resounding tone.

�?SPAN>Shoot me�?she said, in a challenge to me. �?SPAN>You’ll never get what you want. You’ll never get this�?/FONT>�?she said, as she opened her jacket. And there it was, the WGEF Women’s Championship that she’d stolen only weeks ago. Holding it close to her body, it was wrapped tightly around her waist, on display as if she’d actually done something to earn that prestigious piece of gold and leather. �?SPAN>I dare you, Tracey…shoot me�?/FONT>�?she said, challenging me again. Before I could even think twice, a single shot rang out and smoke filled the air. An ear shattering scream soon followed as the thud of a body quickly hitting the wood floor was heard. As the smoke cleared, I slowly walked to where Ivy’s body was now lying, as blood began to spill across the floor. Quickly, I kicked the gun far away from her body, holding my pistol at her, in case she tried to make any swift movements.

�?SPAN>Get up, you tramp�?I said, in a stern voice. �?SPAN>It’s over for you, Stratus…it’s all over.�?She rose to her feet, clutching the arm I’d shot tightly as blood filled her hand. It was a shot that wouldn’t kill her, but it left her crippled enough to be stopped, to force her to drop her weapon and keep her grounded while she was put under arrest. Pulling her towards me, I quickly unfastened the belt from her waist, dropping it to the floor as I pulled out the handcuffs, placing them tightly around your hands. �?SPAN>I underestimated you, Tracey…you really are a vindictive, aggressive, ruthless son of a bitch!�?she said, as I began to search her for any other weapons. She was clean. Through the Walkie-Talkie I instructed the men and women outside to hold their fire, I was bringing out the gold, the fugitive and taking her to the precinct for questioning. �?SPAN>Ivy Stratus, you are under arrest for armed robbery, for evading arrest and for shooting a weapon at police officers. You have the right to remain silent �?so shut the fuck up! --…anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney; one will be provided for you…do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?�?I said, as we walked to the door, both belts in my grasp, her weapon in my pocket and mine back in its holder. �?SPAN>Yes�?she said, in a low voice through gritted teeth.

I walked with her, to the nearest squad car and placed her in it. Through squinted eyes, she starred at me, eyeing me up and down in distain. The Barbie Bandit had finally been caught, her reign had come to an end and she’d never see the light of day �?let alone have the ability to steal another piece of championship gold �?again. She was going away for life…she was done

December 18th, 2008 �?2 p.m. �?WGEF Headquarters
The winter weather was definitely taking its toll, and Christmas was nearing. But that did not stop an ecstatic Trish Stratus from hosting an event, in Detective Jeanette Tracey’s honor for stopping the bandit that almost ruined her company. �?SPAN>Ladies and gentlemen�?she said, as she stood at the podium in front of thousands of spectators, members of her company and members of the media �?SPAN>We all watched in horror as Ivy Stratus, known to many as the Barbie Bandit made away with thousands of dollars put into creating beautifully sculptured and vastly different championship belts. This woman was crazed with greed and selfishness; she would stop at nothing to be deemed the best in the world, including challenge the woman we are here today to celebrate. Her bravery and her cunning sense of investigation and forcefulness brought an end to the terror that reigned over every company that ran across this great country. It was through her act, that Ivy Stratus was stopped and that our beloved WGEF Women’s Championship belt was restored to its rightful place, amongst our company and all of our treasured stars. It is because of that act of bravery that we are gathered here today, to honor her with a prestigious award and special plaque that she can carry with her for the rest of her life. She will also be declared a Women’s Champion for life, in the eyes of WGEF, for all that she has done to save the face of this company and a division full of talented females that fought so hard and wanted so badly, to hold this prestigious belt. Today we honor Detective Jeanette Tracey, for restoring the honor back to a division that’d lost hope, and for stopping Ivy Stratus, before she could truly cause damage that would soon be unfixable. As the owner of this fine establishment, and a fellow female roster member, I extend a hand of gratitude to you, Detective Tracey, you will forever be a hero in all of our hearts�?she said, in a joyful tone, as she and those in attendance clapped. Walking to the podium, I couldn’t help but smile. This…times like these…are what made my job truly worth while.

Clearing my throat, I leaned into the microphone. I was never one for public speaking, but this was a special exception. �?SPAN>Thank you, WGEF-ites. I truly appreciate your sense of gratitude. I want you all to remember that this was no special act or deed on my part. I was simply doing what I took an oath to do; stop crime no matter where I see it, no matter where it happens. Ivy Stratus was on the run for a long time, she needed to be stopped and I knew, if anyone was going to stop her, it would have to be me. I did what any other member of the police force would’ve done. I stopped a criminal before her reign of terror could continue and cause more damage. Ivy rests quietly in a state penitentiary, where she will remain for years to come. She thought she was better then all of you, she thought she was better then the law…she thought she was better then me. But she found out, that when you challenge Jeanette Tracey�?I>you always lose�?I said, in a firm, resounding voice. With a smile on my face I proudly accepted my awards and honorary championship belt, holding them up high in the air. They were prestigious commodities for me, and I truly enjoyed them. As for Ivy Stratus; she found out what it was like, to be stopped dead in her tracks by Jeanette Tracey, before she could really even get started. And now, she’ll serve twenty years for the crimes she’s committed across the country, but that is nothing compared to the taste that’ll remain in her mouth for the rest of her life…the taste of a sweet loss, to the talented Detective Jeanette Tracey.

And so, the case of the Barbie Bandit was closed, with great success for Detective Jeanette Tracey.

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�?SPAN>Finished�?I said, with a smile on my face as I laid back in the bed, placing the journal on the hotels night stand. �?SPAN>Happy ending, I presume�?Kevin said, as he rolled over, looking up at me. �?SPAN>Of course, babe. Just like tomorrow night, when I fight that untalented little hack, Ivy Stratus and reclaim what is rightfully mine; the WGEF Women’s Championship belt.�?I said, lying back starring at Kevin. �?SPAN>You’ve got this in the bag, babe. Ivy doesn’t stand a chance against someone as talented as you. She may have been able to beat untalented hacks before, but when it comes to the best…that’s you. And you’re a challenge that she’ll never be able to over come.�?I smiled as I looked at him. Leaning in, we embraced in a soft, passionate kiss. Moments later, the kiss was broken up as I turned off the light, letting out a confident, comforting sigh, before drifting off to sleep. That was the fictional story of how Detective Jeanette Tracey took down the dirty Barbie Bandit, Ivy Stratus�?tomorrow night on Friday Night’s Fight Night will be the true story of how Jeanette Salazar took down and reclaimed her championship belt, defeating the current, fluke of a champion, Ivy Stratus.

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