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And when the beat dropped, the gold-toned lights flared fully to life! Gold confetti rained ceremoniously down from the ceiling. It refracted the light in a dazzling display of gaudy gold. And at the top of the stage stood the Lightweight Champion!
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A spade-shaped hairband made of her namesake, rose gold, pulled her hair back and exposed her face. Her attire was more complex. Sleeves and Leggings were both speckled with shiny rose gold highlights. A collared top with a window that exposed the valley between her firm, perky breasts. Like her hairband, this too was cut to the shape of a spade, though this one was inverted. Both symbolic of her status as Ace.
Her bottoms were practically lingerie. Barely there at all. So high-cut were they that the muscles of her kissable inner thigh were bare to the world. A centimeter or two from indecency. The back was cut like a thong, allowing her round, athletic backside to bounce with every step she took. Every aspect of her femininity was accentuated. One look at her was enough to make even the most vigilant of opponents feel their heartbeat hasten.
And lastly, she carried the symbol of her reign. The crown that made her Queen. The Lightweight Title. It hung over her shoulder, clutched by one hand. Its face was showing, her name embroidered prominently upon it.
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Unlike last week, Rose Gold was all smiles again. There was no shortage of smug bravado as her nearly bare hips made their way down the LAW Ramp and towards the ring. One hand kept the belt on her shoulder from wavering, the other held a microphone. She mounted the apron and slipped into the ring with feline grace. With a flourish, she rose and turned to face the ramp and her expression then curled into a dark smile as she put her lithe, sensual body on display for the audience.
She brought the microphone to her lips, black as her heart. "LAW!" She demanded attention! "Welcome your ACE!" She threw the hand that held the title skyward and allowed the lights to shine upon it! And the baying hordes obeyed their mistress.
"Mmmnn. You can't even cheer correctly. It's no wonder that you're up there, unwashed and desperate. While I'm in here. Pristine and invincible." She chirped the insult into the microphone as if it was a compliment. The crowd erupted again. A chorus of boos and cheers. They all sounded the same to her. The sound of money.
"Speaking of desperate and unpolished, I have a very special guest for tonight!" She grinned wide as tapped her lips with an index finger. Who could it be?
"It is a champion's duty to enrich those -below- her. And though I have continually strived to do so, each and every week, on this show! Some say that I have not delved deep enough!" She continued without a hint of shame.
"Very well then!" Her lips curled into a wry, serpentine smirk. "LAW! Tonight's guest... Is an open challenge to -all- of the Young Lioness Program! Which one of you upstart cubs has the heart to stand in the ring with me!? The guts to try to take what's mine!? I doubt a single one of you... But... I am sure at least one of you is -stupid- enough to try! So come out. Come and receive -my- Midas Touch!"