The Amazon Classic had come to be regarded as a cornerstone by many a LAW fan. Seeing the likes of Karen Starring, no matter how anyone felt about the veteran heavyweight, trade slams and holds with the biggest and curviest women on the roster was a grand old time for just about anyone. But tonight was going to be a treat for everyone watching when she took on the likes of the returning Sandy White!
White's theme song blared in the stadium speakers. The beat dropped and a chorus of boos followed. The towering, imposing women emerged from the entrance tunnel. She wore a sneering grin on her face. Her pronounced curves and formidable muscles made her looming presence that much more ominous and that much more captivating. The cameras panned upwards, starting at her blue toes and working their way up to her two-toned hair. Sandy's leg warmers and leotard hugged the contours of her pristine form like a glove. If it weren't for the crowd reaction boiling down to equal parts whistles and jeers, some of the more uninitiated casual fans might actually find themselves cheering. It was that easy to get lost in White's captivating presence and features. Sandy stared down the ramp at Karen in the ring. It didn't occur to most that she had a mic in her hands until she started talking.
"Hold up. Hold up." Sandy raised her palm to signal for the music and for everyone else to stop as she hit a casual stride and marched her way down the ramp, hips rockling slightly with each step.
"No fireworks? No red carpet? I don't even get any trash talk from you before we do this thing?" She tugs on the ropes of the ring to haul herself up onto the apron before kicking high to step over the top ropes, one leg at a time.
"I'm fresh off a long-term suspension! Sandy White is back and LAW isn't ready for her! I mean, you're definitely not ready, Karen. That's for sure. If you were, you'd have prepared a proper welcome for the woman that's gonna be taking this whole Amazon Classic shtick off your hands, right?" Sandy nodded and pointed to Karen from the center of the ring.
"Yeah, that's right! I had a little chat with our Assistant General Manager Angie Defoe before I came out here! And I got a stipulation added to this match. See, Karen, after I squeeze you into submission and leave you laying in this ring, I'M gonna be taking over for the Amazon Classic!" White gripped her mic with both hands. She wore a beaming, delighted smile on her face as she looked into Karen's eyes.
"I'm gonna poke a hole in your legacy wider than that massive boob window in that hot outfit of yours. I'm gonna be showing LAW and everyone around the world what it's like for these challenges to be hosted by a REAL Amazon! A REAL alpha woman! And it all starts with me beating the heels off you in this match! Let's go!"
With that, Sandy tossed the mic aside. If left uninterrupted, the towering heavyweight would step backward into her corner and lean against the turnbuckles with a confident, arrogant posture and air about her!
The moment the bell rang, Sandy would match towards Starring. She'd raise one palm high into the air, and then another, as if to offer her opponent a Test of Strength to start things off! But true to her nature, it was a complete ruse! For if Karen looked to meet Sandy's palms with her own, she'd find Sandy abruptly abandoning the Test of Strength offer by virtue of quickly snaking her impressive, imposing arms around Starring's bare midriff to try and catch her with a Bearhug!