MANDY ROSE
“This Sunday, I’m finally getting what I deserve – my rematch for the EBWF Women’s Championship. Just me and…me and…Liv Morgan.”
She inhaled and exhaled deeply. Despite the collected demeanor she wanted to present, she was seething on the inside. Mentioning Liv Morgan’s name did that to her.
MANDY ROSE
“You know what? I’m just going to get right to the point. Liv, you’re welcome.”
There was undoubtedly more attitude in her tone now. Mandy shook her head before looking down briefly.
MANDY ROSE
“You’re welcome for the pity I took on you, and you’re welcome for how I’ve allowed you to finally have your chance to experience what you’ve never been good enough to experience…your fifteen minutes of fame. But come House of Havoc, your time borrowing my Women’s Championship will be over; because the spotlight, that title, and everything else in this world…looks so much better on me than it ever will on you.”
She scowled.
MANDY ROSE
“Face the facts, Liv. You got lucky at the Royal Rumble. That’s all it was, luck. You weaseled your way into that match and capitalized on my champion’s disadvantage solely because you happened to be in the right place at the right time. Do I make myself clear? You didn’t beat me because you’re better than me. It was all LUCK.”
After raising her voice, Mandy pulled it back together with a smirk on her face.
MANDY ROSE
“You were lucky to even be near me that night, because in real life, that would never happen. In an everyday situation, you would never be allowed within fifty feet of me. And that’s because someone like you doesn’t deserve the privilege of being seen so much in the same glance as someone like me. It lowers my stock.”
A chuckle escaped her lips.
MANDY ROSE
“So believe me when I tell you that House of Havoc will be the one and only time I won’t mind seeing your pizza grease-stained clothes up close, because it’s going to be worth it to show you once and for all just how inferior you are compared to me. One-on-one, there won’t be any luck on your side. There won’t be any sly opportunities to take advantage of. All there will be is one Golden Goddess, and one Pale Peasant.”
At that point, Mandy stood from her seat and stepped closer to the camera, leaning in.
MANDY ROSE
“Mark my words, the EBWF Women’s Championship will be back in my arms. Even though everything I touch turns into gold, everyone is going to witness that when I get my hands on you, your reign…and your career for that matter, will turn into dust.”
Arrogantly, she grinned before heading off set.
