3rd Strike

[Chloe]

The locker room of the reigning Women's Tag Team Champions is where the scene began.

Matt Striker: I'm Matt Striker and I'm being joined by A.J. Lee and Kaitlyn who will be defending their gold tonight against The Beautiful People.

A.J. dressed in shredded up, pink, "Love Bites" shirt and skimpy shorts sprung up and clung onto Kaitlyn, wrapping her arms around her while flashing a huge grin. The ever patient blonde scrunched up face and sighed deeply, dressed in her green, "8th Militia" shirt and black combat pants.

Matt Striker: Once again you find yourselves facing off against the pair you won the titles from: Angelina Love and Velvet Sky.

A.J. released Kaitlyn, much to her pleasure, and began to twirl one of her dark pigtails.

A.J. Lee: I have a suggestion to the management.

A.J. lifted her title and fastened it around her waist as tightly as it could go. It slid down her hips and around her ankles.

A.J. Lee: Can we MAKE the titles in my size please? I have to hold onto it when I skip down to the ring. I look like a JERK.

Kaitlyn: The match. Title match. Talk about the match.

A.J. Lee: Oh, yeah, we have faced off against those two a lot and we keep beating them. Eleventy BILLION times!

Kaitlyn: A little less than that but if we beat them again it's going to be three times in a row.

A.J. Lee: And we ARE going to beat them again!

A crafty little grin appeared on A.J.'s face.

A.J. Lee: I think we've proven that we're better wrestlers than them. That's a total fact now. Those two are SUPER good at tapping out to the Black Widow and getting speared. All they have going for them is their looks and when you stack the two of us against them, THAT'S not even a contest. I mean, I can't compete with them in a certain area..

A.J. motioned to her own modest chest.

A.J. Lee: BUT KAITLYN!

Kaitlyn: Can we make this less about my boobs and more about this defense?

A.J. Lee: Kuh-8-Lyn has them both beat!

A.J. motioned to Kaitlyn's much larger ballistics like a game show host. Kaitlyn sighed again.

A.J. Lee: So we have the "T" and, LOOK OUT, we also have the "A!"

The mad young woman spun around and gave her behind a few pats.

A.J. Lee: Do not ignore it.

Kaitlyn: ANYWAY...we've proven we can beat those two, again and again, and this time isn't going to be any different.

A.J. Lee: Right-a-roonie! They. Ain't. Got. A. Chance.

Kaitlyn: I mean, I'm sure those two are going to mention how big my arms are something. That's fine. Maybe if they hit the gym every once in awhile we wouldn't kick their asses so much. Just a thought.

A.J. Lee: And I'm SURE those two are going to mention how pretty, adorable and funny I am...

Kaitlyn gave a hard blink.

A.J. Lee: That's cool! At least they acknowledge it! They will PROBABLY bring up how much my boyfriend loves me with all of his heart and wants us to live together forever. In perfect harmony. In a house on the moon. With a baby alligator for a pet. We'll call him "James". I'll live in a big castle. Made of the bones of my slain enemies. We're nothing in the world can ever hurt us--

Kaitlyn placed a hand over A.J.'s mouth who still continued talking while trashing about.

Kaitlyn: W-We're...uh....we're gonna win.

Matt Striker: Noted. Thank you for your time.

Striker took his leave before A.J. could spout out any more crazy talk.