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Perhaps it was even more so interesting for the crowd with this particular beauty, given that the last time Karen had spoken before the masses, she was damn near torn to pieces.
And not metaphorically.
Though, it should have been noted that whilst the audience was indeed now quiet in anticipation of hearing what Karen had to say, their response to the amazons appearance before the masses was to be expected.
An outrageous amount of boos. A response Karen was naturally used to.
Sure, there was the occasional cheer, or even wolf whistle for the tall beauty as she descended the ramp, but her reaction was very much forever a hostile one. Had it been more of the former, than the aura of being a dominant, furious heel would have simply vanished. The only time Karen would ever be dubbed 'Queen' was when she did it herself. As it should have been.
"I'm going to cut to the point..." Karen spoke, seemingly with purpose and intent to her tone. "I'm not here to demand a title shot. I'm not here to demand your attention. Or any shit like that. I'll make it simple."
Karen cleared her throat, before stepping in the direction of the ramp. Not that she was expecting anyone to emerge. This was something of a general call out, rather than the amazon be particular.
"Over the next few weeks...Fuck it, months even, there's going to be a open challenge. This ain't gonna be a 'Oh you get a nice prize at the end' shit. This doesn't even stop if you fucking beat me. The only thing to gain from accepting it is being able to say you went toe to toe with Karen Starring. And you'll be damned sure I won't be holding back..."
Karen turned back to the general sway of the audience as she finished speaking, with her microphone hand falling before it was raised again nearly as quickly. How an open challenge from Karen Starring differed from her regular run of matches may have appeared to have held no difference, but for the likes of Karen to accept all comers was an extreme rarity. Usually the amazon only bothered to go toe to toe with those she deemed worthy. Or sometimes, those she was adamant she could steamroll without resistance in hopes of adding weight back to her name. Usually after she herself had just been ragdolled in a match prior, of course.
"But let me make it clear. Kat Hart. Dana Ashford. Alison Seong. All the fucking rest. This ain't a chance for another shot at me. This ain't gonna be another notch on our rivalry. If you want to go see rematch after fucking rematch, go dip your toes in the weird belly shit going on in LAW."
Karen once more turned her eyes to the ramp, with her free hand raised as if to point towards it. Almost as if she was beckoning someone from behind the curtain after all.
"Fresh faces. Fresh matches. That's all. Come take a fuckin' swing..."
With that, Karen's hand let loose the microphone in it, as she stepped towards the ropes. An exit now on her mind, Karen had laid down her challenge for the upcoming her months - her focus no doubt, outside of all things tag related with beloved bedroom heroine Silver.
And whilst she hadn't dropped a name for her little open series before the masses, she'd be sure to do so the moment she had gotten backstage.
For the Karen Starring Amazon Classic was now in full swing.
