Rosalie Knight [vs.] Ruby Winters

As the scene opened, I leaned against a walk and slid down it in a sexy way only to find a sexy yet comfortable position to sit in, and trust me, comfort was key with the skin tight, body accentuating, black latex suit I was wearing. I had a few things sitting beside me although the cameras couldn't pick on them due to their location, so no one knew that I had some goodies just waiting to share with them when it came to my match against Rosalie. I smirked at the camera before I glanced down at the items beside me, shuffling through a couple of them to get them in the order I wanted them in. Once I was done, I looked up to the camera with a smirk on my face and winked at the camera before I grabbed my first item although I didn't let the camera catch a glimpse of it.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my pure white room. There are no imperfections in this room, and there is no way for anyone to get in this room and ruin its imperfections. Now then, today is an exciting day for so many people! And why is that you may be asking?"

I smirked and brought up my second item to show after the beginning one. I paused for a few more moments. Slowly I raised what I was holding and allowed the camera to catch sight of the new Hunger Games DVD. I knew that would get cheers from the little teeny bobber fans that were watching, but I didn't hold the DVD up for long.

"Oh yes the Hunger Games have come out on DVD, so it's a special day for all the little teeny bobbers out there. But wait a minute! That's not the reason it's really such an amazing and special today! Here, allow me to show you the real reason as to why it is."

I smirked again as I tossed the useless DVD case, letting it bounce off of the floor slightly as well as skidding on it to another part on my perfect room. I went though the last remaining items once more to make sure everything was still in the proper order and whatnot. As I looked at the picture that was in my hands, I couldn't help but laugh hard simply because of what was on it. I doubted anyone else would find it too funny, but then again, I didn't really care what everyone else thought about it. After a moment, I was able to calm my laughter a bit and finally turned the picture around for the camera to see.



"Now it doesn't seem like poor little Rosa can decide if she wants to be a female or male. She's obviously a female, but when it comes to this picture, it's quite questionable on if she's really happy being a chick. She's dressed like a guy, kind of standing like one, and other than the long hair and boobs, she's looking like one too. Rosa, honey, if you're just lacking the money to become who you really want to be then I'd be more than happy to help you with the process. How much is it? Aw who cares, I'll write you a nice, fat check and not worry about if you have any leftover money or not. By the looks of your wardrobe, you could use the extra money to get a new one as it is. And when you do finally release your to who you are, we'll finally nature taking its course and everyone will be in their proper places once again. Although I do have some visual aids for those of you that are just a wee bit too slow to realize what I'm talking about."

I smirked once more as I ripped the picture of Rosalie dressed as a football player clean in half. It was clear that I didn't think much of my opponent, but then again, if anyone used half of their idiotic brains, I never have really thought very highly of Rosalie, no matter what had happened in our matches over the weeks. I smirked again as I picked up my final two pictures, grinning triumphantly as I looked at them. Again, I made everyone watching wait a few moments before I turned the pictures around for all to see. The images were showing Rosalie getting pinned one of the many times that she did and me with the Queen of Wrestling championship. I allowed the cameras to focus on them for a couple of moments before tossing them down as well and speaking for the final time.

"I will win at Battlegrounds, I will face you at Fall to Ashes 2, I will walk out victorious after pinning you, and I will be the 2 time Queen of Wrestling champion. Make sure my title is shined up nice and pretty Rosalie."

I smirked as I stood up and brushed my long, red hair over my shoulder to rest on my back. I blew a kiss towards the camera and winked before I began walking toward the exit of the room which was somewhere only I knew. As I walked off, I made sure to crush the DVD case and probably the case as well before I dug my high heel into Rosalie's face that was one of the pictures. The scene faded as I waved at the camera again before editing the room although the camera couldn't fully pick where I was in the room. As soon as I was completely out the room, the scene finished fading into darkness.

The camera focuses in on Rosalie Knight, who sits on a chrome bar stool. The stool is in front of a backdrop, the kind that you might see in a photo shoot. She’s leaned forward with her hands on her knees, as if she has a secret to share with the camera and all her fans. She’s dressed in darker colors today, slate gray slacks and a shiny dark purple blouse that’s cut a bit low. Not all-revealing, but hinting. She’s always been more of a tease than a give-it-all-away sort of girl.

Well, well, well. IWF Universe, it looks like Ruby is out to get my title. She seems to think that it’s hers or something. She held on to it for a while, but I like to think of it as her safeguarding it on its way from Anna Stone to me. I have to admire her ambition. I have ambition too, after all.
The thing is, Ruby, I’m not in any hurry to give up MY title. Not to you, and not to anyone else. So you can tell me just how much you’re going to beat me. You can try all your little tricks, all your toys, and you can have your boys in Natural Law help you all you want. But I am NOT giving up that belt now that I’ve got it. I intend to have one of the longest reigns in all of IWF history.

She grins, although there’s something unlike anything that’s been seen in her eyes before. The look is almost predatory. Draconic, even.

Legendary Dragons… It’s such a fitting name for this week’s show. There’s been something stirring inside of me. Maybe you’ve seen it. Maybe you haven’t. You’ve had a hand in waking it up, you know. Parker found out last week. I’m not playing nice anymore.

Especially not with an upstart big-boobied bitch like yourself.

Rosalie gives a cute little shrug as if she’s said nothing out of the ordinary, which only makes the words that just came out of her mouth all the more shocking.

You don’t get to face me at the next event. I’m going to make damn sure of that at this Battlegrounds. We’ve proven time and again that you can’t beat me in a one-on-one fight. This weekend? It’s not going to be any different, sweetheart. And the weekend after that, and the one after that, and the one after that…

Rosalie waves her hand dismissively, as if her opponent is nothing to be bothered with, as if all her opponents past, present, and future can’t match up to her. She’s taken on a queenly air as she rises to her feet.

I am the one and only Queen of the Ring, honey. I don’t know why you all make me repeat it so much. It would be so much easier and make so much more sense if you all just bowed down as you should.

Rosalie stares right at the camera, and then, without a single sign of warning, kicks the stool with a large black boot with silver buckles. It flies across the room to clatter loudly in a suddenly very silent space. She doesn’t speak until the last of the noise has died down.

The old Rosalie Knight is gone. I took on Parker, and I will take on you, and I will destroy you. I will destroy everyone in my way! I will regain what was lost! Nothing will be allowed to stand in the way of what I want, of what I’ve dreamed about for a very long time. Parker was the first to fall to the new Rosalie Knight. You, Ruby, will be next.

So, sweetheart, bring it on. You stand no chance of defeating me. Not now, not in the past, not in the future. I wear the crown, and it’s not going anywhere.

Rosalie strides off camera, before it pans over to the broken stool and fades to black.