Diamond couldn’t hide her irritation at seeing Melissa step into the area in a wresting suit, and a moment later, her guess was confirmed. It sounded like Candy was excused from their match tonight…or chickened out. There was no proof to say otherwise, and she wasn’t about to contradict the woman who ran the ring; she would just have to settle for putting Candy through her paces next time they squared off.<br/><br/>“Well damn, and here I was hoping to taste some sweetness tonight,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and pursing her thick lips in a pout. “I guess Candy will have to wait her turn. But don’t worry, there’s plenty of Diamond for all of the women here.”<br/><br/>Melissa, or Tiny Terror, as she should start calling her now, tried to put a firm tone on the conversation, as well as she should. She was the boss. She called the shots, and Diamond respected that, but that didn’t mean she had to kiss up to her. And her tone certainly didn’t reach her eyes or her stature. She was “Tiny” Terror for a reason, but Diamond couldn’t see the Terror part of it.<br/><br/>The ref came in to tell them that the crowd was waiting, but Diamond didn’t offer him much more than an uninterested look before turning back to Melissa.<br/><br/>“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you,” she warned. Boss or not, she wasn’t going to hand her any measure of mercy inside the ring.<br/><br/>But Diamond considered for a moment, stroking her chin with her fingers. “But I’ll tell you what. I’m in a particular good mood tonight, sugar. I was thinking of putting Candy through a nice hard dildo at the end of our match, but I’ll spare you having to kiss my ass before I do. Sound good?”