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I clearly have it all. Two Mazaratis, a Tesla, a giant mansion, and all the most expensive clothes, twice over. But that isn’t all you see in me. As cameras fade in, they also see a pair of stylish glasses as well as an expensive, custom tailored suit and six inch heels. As I am seated, on what is a clear throne, custom made for me, I speak. I am a made woman and it is clear by my attire and attitude but also by what I surround myself with that I am the richest woman I know.

“Hello peeons. My name is Chariti and as you see behind me, I already have more than you people do, and despite my name being what it is, you get none of it! You deserve none of my money. If I were asked to donate to the homeless or whatever, you know I am gonna say no! My money, not yours!”

I said, cackling, revealing my braces, which were sapphire studded. Only I had braces like this. My blonde hair flowed down past well...you know. I was a perfect being with all the money I could ever need not that it mattered. As I speak, my panties peek out of my skirt. I didn’t mind this as at times I went commando. But that was only when wearing a miniskirt and fishnets, neither of which I was wearing right now as I wanted to look my best

“Now speaking of peeons, my two opponents. First off, Russell the Love Muscle sounds like a disgusting jackass that is going to do no more than hit on me. And I’m saying this to not only break his heart but because it’s true, as hot as I am, I’m gay. I’m not into men. So you two can back off with telling me I’m hot. I know I am. And on top of that, in case you do try to hit on me, I have a girlfriend. But enough of that.”

Another thing about me, outside the already mentioned was that my chest was also perfectly taken care of, with breasts that could float me to the moon and back, but I was not about to let women and men drool over me, even if I preferred it, being that I am gay, women drool over me. But again, I’m spoken for so it’s not like they have a chance anyway.

“The fact is that none of my opponents, not you Russell or you olivier, are in my social class or even my wrestling league. The fact is that you are scum below my feet. In fact, maybe I’ll force you to kiss my feet once I beat both of you. But the fact is, that these perfectly groomed feet don’t need your disgusting lips touching them. I would never pollute my perfectly cared for lips and braces with your disgusting, germy mouths. Only my lover gets these braces and lips. They’re too perfect for any of you, like the rest of me.”

A smirk came across my face. My text tone goes off as it shows to be Lacy that is texting. I would meet her later on for some shopping, as I wanted to burn some of my money on something great, as I could afford to do so. But first, it was time to finish this. I never let anything go unfinished, no matter what it took and this was no different. I was walking out as the winner and it was not going any other way.

“But here’s the deal, gentlemen. You’re stepping in there with someone who could easily pay for a win but won’t. But don’t think for a second that I won’t do whatever I need to, legal or not, to get the win and the winner’s purse, not that I need it, I mean look at me. I am swimming in money. But the fact is that maybe if I offer you enough, you two will bow to me. Because as another famous rich person once said. Everyone’s got a price.”

I claim, as a knock comes at my door. It winds up being Lacy. Like me, she had glasses but didn’t have the braces. She was rich like me as well. As she takes my hand, she speaks. Lacy was my soulmate. I wanted so badly to marry her right now but I had to focus on everything at hand. As she speaks, she pushes her glasses, which were thicker than mine, up.

“Hey babe! I just heard what you had to say via Youtube and I can’t wait to see you in action! Your debut and I’m gonna be in the front row!”

Lacy is a tall blonde cheerleader type as she does do that professionally, as a dancer for the Los Angeles Clippers. She was super pretty and for a while now, I wanted her to get braces like I have even if hers aren’t real, it wouldn’t bug me either way. Lacy and I had met at a Clippers game, at the concession area. She had been talking to fans, and I took a liking to her, as she stood out, being not only the tallest, but the only one wearing glasses at the time, like she did now.

“That’s awesome. But I wish it wasn’t in Shitcago. That city is absolutely trash. Nothing about that city is even decent by our standards. The only thing Chicago is good for is wind, along with mediocre sports teams, aside from a fluke World Series win from the Cubs. But at least it’ll be temporarily classy once we get there. In fact, let’s pack up and go now.”

I call for a limo as we walk hand in hand to a 25 foot black and pink limo that I had customized. It was the only one of it’s kind in the world. As the scene fades, we get in the limo as the car starts. We then start making out as the car starts.