‘The Grand Royal Hotel, New York City. Saturday evening, August 4th at seven o’clock.’ My challenge was issued over Twitter just this morning. I couldn’t stand to see this bimbo getting all the glory. Champion, my ass. She was nothing compared to me, all the twits that she had gone up against up until now were nothing like me. I knew that if I just had the chance, if I could just get her into a room and go head to head with her, that I could steal the Championship title for that prissy little bitch.
‘You’re on, skank.’ The response was simple and confident. Veronica, AKA the Jugg-ernaut, fell right into my lap. It was time to strip this twat of her title and name myself, Scarlet, the Tittie Terminator, the new North American Titty Fighting Champion.
The night had finally come. I had trained long and hard for this moment and though I had never before been defeated, neither had the Champion. I heard, through the grapevine, that Veronica had also been training intensely. She must be nervous. Worried that I will take her down just as I plan to do.