M i s s  T i t s  &   A s s . It was no myth that blondes loved to have fun and the California girl in Rebecca Rancid capitalized on that fact. With her lengthy white blonde tresses draping over her golden tanned back, she was sure to have some fun at the bikini contest, and even a little competition. Surely there were a plethora of pulchritudinous ladies in the wrestling business, especially ones within Warzone. Actually, the term lady would be seldom used to describe these women as their physical attributes and the way they utilized them, especially to cater to the male sex, mostly contributed to their success. Every once in a while there was a woman amongst the many that harbored the will to push the limits and break out of the mold that all women were born into. This little contest was a rather brilliant example of placing all the females Warzone had to offer right next to each other and judging them as though they were equals. They really were not. Will Smith, a "happily" married man with children was chosen to host the bikini contest and so far only one woman has dared to enter. To show her sexual prowess over the future contenders, Celeste threw her body against Will Smith, insisted that she treat him to a lap dance and he reluctantly complied. But now, Will was going to experience something a married man on the verge of cheating on his wife would only dream of. The vintage sounds of "Nasty Naughty Boy" by Christina Aguilera plays on the public announcement speakers, putting the audience and Mr. Smith in a state of bewilderment as to which bombshell was ready to showcase her body in a sexy little bikini. Surely enough, it was Rebecca Rancid, a fairly new addition to Warzone's pwi roster. As she approached Will Smith, bikini clad and sexier before, the males in the audience began to cheer. Her body appeared to be rather slender in comparision to the average woman, making females like Celeste Starr seem heavier than her. She looked like a fashion croquis, styled to perfection with long exaggerated lines that determined the length of her legs and curve of her breasts, which looked rather large on her small frame. She gazed at Will Smith with a look a female had never given him before. It was a mixture of excess flirtation juxtaposed with obvious hatred for the Fresh Prince actor. It wasn't before she placed her hand on his shoulder that he realized her true intentions with him. "Hello Will," she said dryly. The music has died down by then and the fans awaited the treat Rebecca was going to give them, as though displaying her body like that wasn't already one. "So what are you going to show us today Rebecca?" he asked, his eyes not being able to stray away from her body. "Your breasts?" inquired the hopeful Will, garnering a loud pop from the audience. "Wouldn't that be a delight?" she replied and then, as though she didn't intend for it to happen, her body pressed up against his. "I can perform a magic trick." Upon hearing of that, Will could only smile to be courteous. He wondered what she meant by that and he was certain the audience was as well. "And what would that be?" he just had to ask. She slowly reached towards his ears and brought the mic up to her mouth like she wanted to world to hear it. "I can make your cock disappear in my mouth," said Rebecca with a devious smirk upon her face. Will Smith was uncertain whether she was joking or serious until she threw her head back and started laughing. Joking it is! Although that would have been quite a pleasure for our Hancock actor, what came next was exactly the opposite. "Since we are in the wrestling business, I'm not going to thrill you with a lap dance as though I'm a stripper. I'm not. In fact, I think the most thrilling thing a man could experience is the undeniable strength within a woman he finds endearing. I'm quite certain the audience will concur," she said and then gazed at the plethora of faces, predominantly male, screaming with pleasure. It seemed almost unnatural for an entire arena of men to feel the same pleasure that ran down the crotch area of Will Smith but they did. They waited in awe for Rebecca to do something with her slender body, any movement entertained them, even if it was meant to harm them. And like they expected, she grabbed Will Smith, in a way that could usually mean violating a man, even suggestive rape. But Will welcomed it, suddenly unaware of his immediate family. He wasn't reluctant like he was with Celeste Star, not in the least bit. "I'm sorry, William," said the blonde bombshell before her Manolo Blahnik heels forcefully pushed into his crotch, sending him into spirals of unbelievable pain, he wasn't going to have another child again. After he was bent over, head hanging towards her, she put her arm around his neck, putting him into a sleeper hold. He dropped down to his knees and then almost fell face forward as she sat on his back. Surprisingly, he didn't fight back or even struggle to get out of her rather tight grip. The thrill of her body sitting against his was far more of importance to him than the pain he felt. "How are you feeling, Will?" she said into his ear. He let out a loud squeal in response which brought a smile onto her unimplorable face. She let go off him and he felt onto the ground but his arms cushioned his fall and kept his face up in the air. She saw it and didn't like it so she placed her foot atop his head and with little force, ensured that his face hit the floor. "Now THAT is how it's really done." Rebecca stated before she slowly made her way back up the ramp she came from. The fans cheered and longed to touch her. She had made quite an impression and raised the bar much higher for the soon to be bikini clad females of Warzone.