A real beginning...

Michelle Mccool strutted out onto the ramp dressed in her purple and silver attire consisting of what was little more than a bra and a small, tight pair of shorts. She held the WWE Woman’s title over her shoulder and was looking very smug with herself having just won it the night before off of Melina due to some underhanded tactics with her friend Layla who was conspicuous by her absence. The crowd booed her relentlessly but Michelle clearly didn’t care, strutting confidently down to the ring smiling and stopping only by ringside to kiss her woman’s title before rolling into the ring.

Once inside Michelle crossed the ring and called for a mic which was handed to her by a roadie before she walked to the middle of the ring, kissed her title and turned to address the hard camera, still smiling.

“Well Well, look at this. Michelle Mccool holding the woman’s title, just like I promised I would and just like Melina said I wouldn’t…” She started, smugness dripping from every word as the crowd booed even louder.

“I guess it just goes to show what hard work and a little friendship can do for a girl. Now I bet you’re all thinking, maybe I don’t deserve to hold this title. Maybe you think I cheated to win it, well you know what? I don’t care! Having friends isn’t cheating! Melina lost because nobody likes her!”

Michelle was starting to have to shout over the boos but they were suddenly replaced by cheers as Melina’s music hit the arena speakers. Michelle looked around horrified, staring unblinkingly at the stage and clutching her woman’s title to her chest. After about thirty seconds however Melina hadn’t appeared and Michelle’s horrified expression was replaced by contempt and she started to laugh.

“You all thought that Melina was here tonight? Puh-lease! She’s at home crying about how badly I beat her last night! She isn’t coming here. No one is going to come out and take this title from me. In fact I am so sure that no one dares come and try to take this title from me that I am going to put it on the line in an open challenge. Any woman in the back who dares to confront me can come and do so now.”

The crowd cheered this, turning to the ramp and waiting to see who would take up Michelle’s challenge.

“But…” Michelle started again “If I am going to put my woman’s title on the line, whoever takes up the challenge must risk something as well… so whoever comes out here will have to face me in… A Bra and Panties Match!”

The crowd cheered even louder now **** for someone to come and shut Michelle Mccool up and they were granted their wish when new music started to blare through the arena speakers.