Amazon, a week later

Amazon sighed contentedly as Tara rubbed scented oil into her back. The lights in the room had been dimmed, and some scented candles and incense burners were burning.

After her match against Tara, Amazon had been relaxing in her hot tub when one of the backstage workers had told her that some girl wanted in. Expecting some fun, Amazon allowed it, and was shocked when her rival had come in and bowed at her feet.

This was good.

Tara would probably have been her **** if she'd wanted, but Amazon didn't see it that way. Tara, to her, was somewhere between a treasured servant and a high priestess. She was subordinate, joyfully so, and happy to be dominated, but Amazon considered her too important to ****. Tara might have forgotten how close she came to winning that match, but Amazon hadn't.

Now, Amazon had a new, impeccably loyal, very useful ally in her quest to reestablish herself as the baddest heel in the league. No more would she sit in the back seat to a mental weakling like Becky, or a smelly fat bitch like Rosa. No, she was going to take the league back by storm, and Tara would help her. She'd even taught Tara part of her training regimen, and the former fitness girl's body was already showing the effects, with bigger muscles and improved strength.

Then, the door slammed open. Tara jumped, and Amazon sighed.

"Like ohmigod, it is rank in here! 'Zon, can you put those out? We've gotta talk."

"Chichi, please." Amazon sighed. "I'm trying to relax."

"Oh, right, with your new friend." Chichi rolled her eyes and glared at Tara. "Look babe, she may be your goddess and all that, but she's my tag partner, so how about giving us a little alone time, huh?"

"Mistress, may I have permission to destroy her like I did last time she thought she could stand up to me?" Tara asked.

"Girls, I really don't vant to hear you arguing over me." Amazon said. "I am flattered but it's not vhat, what I need. If I'm to take over this league I need no distractions from the inside."

Amazon sat up. Immediately Tara sat down next to her, tucking herself under Amazon's arm and leaning against her side.

Chichi didn't seem to be listening.

"'Zon, we have like, a tag team, remember? It's nice that you found yourself a lapdog and all, but I kind of need you now. Peppy said that I wasn't all that, and I need you to kick her ass for me."

Amazon didn't say anything.

"Ooookay." Chichi rolled her eyes. "Well this is totally not working. So I guess you two'll have to fight, and the winner gets to be my tag partner."

"Who says I want to team with you, midget?" Tara snapped.

"Are you dumber than you look?" Chichi snapped back.

"Enough of this. Since both of you want my undivided attention..." Amazon said. "Then you can fight each other. And I'll referee the match to make sure nothing goes wrong."