Millie had endured a staggering number of reasons from a staggering number of friends and family about why she shouldn't do this match. It was against her image. It hurt her serious brand. It would probably get her drunk on stage. It was potentially unsanitary. Oh, and of course, it was enabling her. Yeah, well some of those might have some merit to them. Hell, all of them probably had some merit to them, but tonight, she didn't give a shit.
The former RAF pilot was going to go out there, have a great time, and maybe even win a match. After all, why the hell should she even bother paying for alcohol if the LAW was just going to pay her to literally work in alcohol?
So here she was, marching down to the ring, keeping pace as her theme blared through the speakers. She wasn't looking at the crowd though, her eyes were locked on the ring, specifically on the inflatable pool full of beer in the centre of it. The former pilot couldn't let any distractions get to her, not now. She wasn't exactly sober to start this match off, a flask hidden in her locker had seen to that, and stumbling on the ramp was usually frowned upon. But she needed to be at least a little tipsy for what came next.
Pulling herself up into the ring, Millie jumped up onto the corner ropes and shot off her usual well practiced salute, then dropped back to the canvas and did something a little different. She stripped off her uniform to a loud "WHOOOOO!" from the crowd, leaving her waiting for her opponent dressed only in a yellow bikini.
Millie's Bikini
