*Throughout the week of preparation, The Jamaican Sensation tirelessly trained with anyone and everyone she could get her hands on- Tossing Moa around until she couldn't walk, bench pressing weights from dusk until dawn, and even going so far as to cutback on her eating habits to lose any excess weight all in the hopes that she would reach her personal zenith before it was time to throw down with her doppelganger.*
*The night was finally upon her, Bianca composing herself backstage while slipping her voluptuous body into her outfit.* "She's going to regret mimicking me. I'll break her down physically, mentally, emotionally...whatever it takes to get my point across..." *Deciding to leave the royal accessories behind, The Queen Bee pushed through the door and ignored the common rabble flanking her on all sides; tonight wasn't about placating to the lowest common denominator, it was about teaching a lesson in extreme, agonizing pain.*
*Once her music dropped, Bianca emerged from backstage with a brazen scowl inhabiting her face as she stomped down the ramp, ignoring anyone and everyone that extended their hands to try and make contact with her. Once reaching the ring apron, Bianca rolled into the arena and stood to her massive height, interlacing her fingers and flexing her glorious body for the cameras.* "This is all you're getting tonight~" *She muttered, faking a smile for the swarming paparazzi as her entrance theme died down.*
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