As things seemed to be getting underway quite well for WWA, Alexander Jacobs has made an impact tonight with the announcement of the Trinity Championship Cup Tournament. A tournament set to place six of WWA's top level, main playing roster members against one another, leading to match after match...each to end with only one purpose; to have a chance at any belt of his or her choosing. Quite the perfect solution to kicking off a companies status in the world of wrestling, not to mention a sure-fire way to help some nobody become an overnight success story. As Alexander made his announcements, set his plans and goals out for the world to see, leaving himself vulnerable to ridicule and humiliation by the members he pays...there was one thing that seemed to really stick out to people the most. How, exactly, does one prove their dominance in the ring and get a free chance in this tournament of the six best the company has to offer? Nonetheless, standing in the ring awaiting the arrival of whomever might've cut him off, was Alexander Jacobs. His full attention was kept on the entrance way, as the lights over the entire ringside area went completely out, and from the public address system, a guitar wailed in  loudly, with a solo that drew the crowd’s attention and brought in their adrenaline and definitely livened them up. This lasted for at least a minute or so, the crowd growing intense as the guitar continued to play with perfection. Finally, a voice echoed over the system, in a soft very sexy tone "Sweet Serenity" and the drums kicked in. Finally, the sounds of "Imaginary" by Evanescence plays from the PA system, and out walked a tall, slender raven haired female known to the world as the lovely and extremely provocative, Chianne Silver. Chianne stood on the stage, starring down at the crowd, a black Diamond incrusted, perfectly fit and custom designed, shiny Tiara resting with perfection on the top of her head, her hair flowing around her. She looked over the crowd, one hand on her hip and the other left down at her sides, as she watched their reactions. Some whistled and cheered the busty beauty on [more-so the men then women] while others booed her. Despite her actions, people loved to hate this female and rightfully so. The lights were dim, by this time, and she had a grin across her face that she wore proudly every time she was seen. She slowly sauntered down the ramp, her curvy body moving with ease and grace, her hips swaying from right to left in a very hypnotic, provocative fashion. As she walked down towards the ramp, silver and white glitter fell from the sky over the crowd, as spot lights along the aisle way to the ring lit up, one by one as she passed them. Finally, she made it to the bottom of the ramp, people trying desperately to grab her and touch her, but she simply ignored their attempts and glared at them. If anyone was touching her, it certainly wasn't anyone in this crowd. She found herself making her way towards the ring steps, walking up them slowly, the camera's were focused solely on her, despite Alexander's presence in the ring with her at the moment. The look on her face was priceless. It was a perfect, tan complexion, her entire body was one color, not three different colors, she was a nice tone of a light honey color and whatever moisturizer she used made her skin glisten, showing off its perfect, bump-free, acne-free gorgeousness. This girl hadn't a single ounce of fat or ugly on her, she was like Barbie, with black hair. An astounding raven haired, perfectly equipped figure of female perfection. And, as history told, no one ever out did Barbie. Especially not some ghetto-fied Brat. She held onto the top rope lightly, gliding her hand across it as she walked to the center of the ring moving her hand with her body in a very provocative, sexual manner. Stopping in the center of the ring, that perfect smirk on her face was never lost as she starred at the crowd and anyone else in eye sight. Slowly, she leaned back some, and extended one of her, perfectly toned, evenly tanned, gorgeous and insanely long legs through the middle rope, planting it firmly on the portion of the mat inside the ring. Slowly, she bent forward and there were two camera close-ups, one of her ass and one of her chest and face area, as she bent slowly to get into the ring. She gyrated her hips some, shaking her ass, doing a mini-dance as she moved into the ring, staying in the bent position for about thirty seconds, the whole time her ass was shaking and this drove people absolutely bonkers...or, at least the men in attendance tonight. She finally got into the ring, holding onto the top rope as she slowly brought in her other leg, and stood there, looking over her surroundings once more. She walked around the ring, blowing a kiss to the crowd here and there, ignoring any boos that were sent in her general direction, knowing they were just hating on her five�?feet, ten�?inches of pure female perfection. Finally, she stood in the center of the ring, her gorgeous, hazel nut brown eyes seemed to be locked on Alexander's, as her music slowly began to fade out.

Slowly reaching out to the ring announcer who is seen standing outside the ring, Chianne takes a microphone in her hand, holding it tightly. As she moves her slender, perfect body back to the center of the ring, standing in perfect eye sight of Alexander, she smiles proudly, as she brings the microphone up to her pursed, luscious lips slowly. "Mr. Jacobs, what a pleasure to meet you" she began saying with an innocent smile. "May I ask, what are you doing out here...I was right in the middle of ma...." he began saying, but was cut off as Chianne brought her index finger up in the air, stopping him. "Ahh, ahh...see, now there you go interrupting me" she said, while shaking her head. "Shame, shame Mr. Jacobs. Shame, shame" she continued, as she slowly walked around him. "The reason I'm out here right now, since you're just so eager to have lil' ole' me explain herself...is because of you, actually" she said, as he arched an eyebrow. Would he be so egotistical to assume she'd be propositioning him to be her sex slave and lover, for a free ride to the top? Well, when you're in the presence of pure perfection...especially someone with the looks of Chianne, that's usually the first thing one would assume. Sadly though, he was mistaken. "Don't fret sweetheart, I'm not out here to jump your bones. Unlike some of the whores you've come across before...and, pretty much every other damn you've signed to this company so far, I don't have to screw you to get to the top. If I wanted to screw you, it'd be just because I wanted to. No added bonus on my part" she said, which seemed to make him look at her in an entirely new light. She was definitely more honest then he would've thought. "But in all seriousness, the reason I'm out here Alex...is because of something you said earlier. Four glorious, beautiful, oh so sweet words that seem to be stuck in my head right now. Trinity Championship Cup Tournament. Now, I may still be a somewhat fresh face to the world of wrestling, but as you can plainly see, I've already begun racking up quite the little reputation for myself. See, the company I was in before this one, was Sports Entertainment Alliance and, as joyful I was to be there and the immense amounts of opportunities I was given, I never had my real time to shine. I was placed in a tournament and annhilated my first opponent in the first round. I left her in the ring, a vile mess and...it was actually pretty nice. You see, that's the kind of girl I am. I take pleasure in other's misery, ninety-nine percent of the time and, well, it was quite entertaining to me, to see this broad wallow and scream out in pain and agony as I took her, moped the ring with her, pinned her and left her for the birds to feed on. Now, as glorious as that win was, nothing would compare to the second rounds. Now, the second round I managed to scoot on in and move forward because my second opponent never bothered to show her face. Kind of funny, considering the fact that I would've taken real joy in beating her in the ring. Unfortunately, that's as far as I got, the second rounds. And no, not because I lost. I mean, I did lose but not by being pinned or made to submit...but by forfeit. I was forced to forfeit my spot in the tournament due to some unforseen issues that would keep me dettained in an airport, for an insane amount of hours. I mean really, if I wanted to kill someone, would I really use a finger nail file? Come on people, what do I look like...the Bride of Chucky?!" she said, rolling her eyes. "In any event, because of the stupidity that surrounds the American Airport systesm and security, I lost out on my chance to become the new SEA Women's Champion, and that burns me more then you could ever imagine. It left a hole in my heart and my mind that, well, just hasn't been filled yet. Now, I know what you're probably thinking -- oh, this broad...just another one of those "I'm perfect, no one can beat me, I am greatness and better then all the world" types, that probably couldn't wrestle her way out of a brown paper bag....with instructions. Ehh, no, you're wrong. I was trained by some of the best the world has ever seen and, you can bet your sweet ass that I will prove it, each time I step foot inside this ring. I hold nothing but high hopes for WWA and the fact that I will be named a champion, if it kills me. So, whether I am put in this tournament or have to go about it the old fashioned way and earn it by "qualifying" and having useless, filler match after match...then by all means. But, I think that -- to save both of us some trouble -- it'd be best if you take your little adminstrator's pen there, and jot down my name as the first on your list of people to place in this here tournament" she said, with a smile.

"See, what others might come out here and say, is that they've earned it from this company and that one, by defeating this person and that one. Who really gives a hot damn, seriously. I don't. I've beaten some pretty big names myself, and yet...I still hold no losses to my record to date. And I have every intention on keeping that perfect record through my career with WWA. I want in this tournament, Alex, and I don't care if I have to fight you, Austin Black or God himself to be declared a champion, I can promise you, right here and now, I will be a champion and I will do this company proudly. So, with all that being said...am I in the tournament or not?!" she asked, leaving the floor open to Alex. She made her point quite clear, she wanted in the tournament. She wasn't going to beat around the bush or praise the man. No bullshit from Ms. Silver, that is for sure. And that is exactly how she was at all times. She didn't do bullshit...she was an honest individual and would be until the day she died. Would Alex put her in the tournament, or would he need to see more from the raven haired beauty, that has been named the Serene Deity of Pro Wrestling?