It was an electrifying night at the WWE Arena in Los Angeles. The crowd roared with excitement as strobe lights illuminated the ring, where epic battles had already taken place. But all the attention was focused on Beatriz Walker, "The Golden Phoenix," who, with her usual arrogance, was giving an interview to a reporter amid the din of the crowd.

She wore an open white leather jacket that exposed her sculpted torso, with a tight, skin-colored top that barely covered her breasts, fooling anyone who thought she was half-naked. Several shiny gold pendants hung from her neck, and over her shoulders rested a furry royal cape, fit for a champion. Her curve-hugging black leather pants featured a gold belt with the word "GOLD" on the buckle, while the straps of her thong peeked provocatively at her waist. Gold bracelets, watches, and rings completed her ostentatious outfit.

With a cigar dangling from her purple lips and her short blonde hair cut into a sleek bob with straight bangs, Beatriz looked at the camera behind her gold glasses with purple lenses, exuding a superior attitude.

The reporter, uncomfortable but intrigued, pointed at her outfit: "Beatriz, aren't you worried that your jacket doesn't cover... shall we say, enough?"

Beatriz, with a cigar dangling from her purple lips, let out her signature laugh—"Ho ho ho!"—before abruptly opening her jacket toward the camera. "Do you think I'm dumb enough to fight naked? Of course not, idiots! It's marketing!" she yelled, showing off the invisible top that had fooled half the stadium.

Wasting no time, she took the opportunity to ridicule her rival, Lion Crimson, pointing disdainfully at the stage.

"And speaking of disappointing bodies, have you seen what Lion Crimson calls 'boobs'? An A-cup bra is too big for her! Ho ho ho! Hey, Lion, if you want, I'll lend you one of my leftovers... Oh, wait, I don't have anything that small!"

The audience erupted in a mixture of laughter and boos, while a satisfied Beatriz adjusted her cape and exhaled a puff of smoke, ready for another night of spectacle, provocation, and, above all, glorious swagger.