A big, red punching bag

[Cory]

Natalya punched furiously at a large, red punching bag suspended from the ceiling in a gym close to the U.S. Cellular arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a pink tank top and a pair of black gym shorts. The bag jolted back and forth with each strike from her gloved fists. She glanced over at the camera as it zoomed in on her work out.

Natalya: There's a serious problem in the EBWF. A seriously serious problem.

She took a couple more shots at the bag.

Natalya: You see, I was quite content and happy watching the girls like Angelina Love go out there and wrap her fists in broken glass to beat up her opponent. Or crazy girls like AJ Lee running roughshod over the competition. Or mysterious girls like MsChif scaring the crap out of the locker room. I respect them, and they had a good thing going, keeping the women's division in check. Yeah, that's not really the case anymore, is it?

She let out an irritated huff as she rocked the punching bag with a right hook.

Natalya: AJ Lee is gone, and MsChif is missing in action. Angelina is sitting comfortably on the throne, and there's no one in sight to challenge her. And the girls that have shown up? The Bella Twins, Summer Rae, and ... Eva Marie. THAT... is the new crop of Divas that are supposed to carry us into 2014.

Natalya raised her gloved arms up in the air as if to say "What's up with that?!".

Natalya: You know what, I'll even give the Bella Twins a pass. I've worked with them before, and let's be honest... they were awful. But they at least seem interested in competition. And Summer Rae can at least talk like she's got some game. But... Eva Marie? The girl that wouldn't know a wrestling ring if she got body slammed in one? I've fought some pretty air headed opponents in my time, including Kelly Kelly.

Natalya involuntarily shuddered a little at the thought of her last encounter with K2.

Natalya: But Eva Marie has got to be the most vapid, brainless dope I have ever had the displeasure of listening to. When you look into her vacant eyes, you can even see how little is going on upstairs. And this is the girl who though she would attain success by dying her hair the color of a firetruck. I mean, are you kidding me?! What kind of ditz dyes her hair such a ridiculous color?

She idly curled the pink strands of her hair between her fingers as she talked.

Natalya: This is why I've returned to the EBWF. I am the Anti-Diva. My job is to keep an eye on the Women's division and make sure that worthless parasites don't infect the girls' locker room. And when the division is in need of a cleansing, I'm the one who comes in and sets the fire. Monday, I'm starting with Eva Marie.

She completely turned and faced the camera, pulling the knots out of her gloves with her teeth and flinging them to the ground.

Natalya: Eva Marie is a pretty girl. Very pretty. She belongs in magazines, and in commercials for skin lotion. She should have been a model. She should have stayed in front of a camera. She chose the wrong profession to get into. Now she has to bring her grotesquely red hair into the ring and have a match with me. And considering the mood I'm in, even Angelina Love would think twice about messing with me. But Eva Marie's little aspiration of looking cute in some skimpy wrestling gear is going to come to a violent and tragic halt when I break her arms so she can't tap out when I lock her slender legs into a sharpshooter. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll hang her from the ceiling of this gym by her ankles and I can replace this old punching bag. Was getting rather tired of it, anyway.

Nattie took one last swing at the bag with her bare knuckles, sending it jolting in the opposite direction as she walked off camera and the scene faded.

[Jayme]

I always enjoy Nattie rp's but I especially like this one.
I love her anger in this. Not to mention she hit the nail on the head with every diva mentioned in this. I love it!