Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: The winner must pin, submit, or knock out her opponent.
"CHEYENNE! Are you ready to slap meat with this chick!?" exclaimed Deanna Duncan with a huge smile on her face.
Cheyenne Black Rock stared at her smaller partner quietly for a many moments, impassively, before bluntly saying, "I need context."
Duncan rolled her eyes, grabbing hold of Cheyenne's arm and squeezing it. "Slapping meat? You're two big beefy girls? Throwing your big muscley muscles at each other?"
The Native American's lip curled up as she considered that explanation. "I don't like this phrase, but yes. I am ready to slap meat with her."
"Attagirl!" hollered Deanna excitedly. "I mean obviously you're the stronger one, right? You just need to throw her around a bit. Hit her with a little Kiss The Sky. One Two Three. Big winner, Cheyenne "Wawa" Black Rock!"
"Mmm. That is certainly a way this match can happen," said Cheyenne plainly.
Deanna would then put a finger to her ear before pointing to the entrance. "But heeeeey! Sounds like that's your cue! Are you ready Chieftess Meat Slapper Wawa?"
"Please," plead Cheyenne briefly, making her displeasure at that name rather clear. She did, however, start walking out to the stage with Deanna behind her.
"Okaaaaay," answered the platinum-haired girl, holding her hands up.
Protect the Land - System of a Down began to play as a spotlight shined down on Cheyenne Black Rock, looking as imposing and impressive as ever, and Deanna Duncan walked out behind her, smiling brightly. Black Rock simply walked down to the ring, nothing special. She was more of an actions inside the ring kind of performer than anything fancy or exciting. She left all of that to Deanna most times. With a casual stride, Cheyenne walked up the ring steps and shoved down the top rope as she stepped up and over it before walking over to her corner, arms crossed over her chest as she awaited her opponent's arrival in this upcoming contest, patiently and prepared.
Cheyenne Black Rock
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