Of course not!

“I don’t care who you were you old bitch. I’m not stripping for anyone and you can go fuck yourself!” Indignation consumed me as admiration quickly turned into contempt. I’m second to no one especially not to some washed up has been.

In contrast to me Vanity stood calm, dignified, and cooly gave her response, “I gave you a chance and you squandered it. Instead I’m going to humilate you tonight in a first to cum match. Admittedly this is a more appropriate manner to announce my return.” Her voice unwavering as if she expcted me to decline.

“You’re no longer the Queen, you don’t have the authority to create matches!” I asserted unwilling to give her any power.

“You really don’t no anything do you?” Vanity asked coldly causing my cheeks to become flustered again. “The council itself has already decided this match. There can’t be two queens even you realize this don’t you?” With that Vanity began to stroll away with her entourage and paparazzi in tow leaving me all alone angemry and bewildered.