Disrespected

[Cory]

EBWF cameras were rolling as a long black limousine entered through the garage of the CenturyLink Center. The luxurious vehicle came to a stop close to the doors that lead into the building. The driver, wearing a nicely pressed suit, stepped out and walked around the front of the vehicle. He opened the rear passenger side door, making way for the Women's Champion to step out. She swung out her legs and stepped out. Standing up, she smoothed her skirt suit out and looked sternly at her driver.

Natalya: Get. My bag.

The driver nodded silently and grabbed her duffle bag from the backseat of the limousine. The two headed towards the door until they were stopped by a security officer.

Security Officer: Excuse me, ma'am. Your driver can drop you off here, but he needs to park your car in the lot.

Natalya: Get out of my way. And if you touch my limo, I'll have your job and your house by the end of the week.

She gestured at her driver with the crook of her finger to follow her into the arena. The camera followed her as she placed the EBWF Women's Championship title over her shoulder and walkthrough the towards the backstage area. She looked directly into the camera as they continued their pace.

Natalya: Do you see the disrespect that I have to put up with? Day after day I suck it up, remaining the voice of the EBWF Women's Division. I am the model of an honorable, fighting champion, and yet people treat me like garbage around here.

She made a loud, dramatic huff.

Natalya: Case in point: tonight I have been forced to have a non-title match with a woman... who exists. Alicia Foxx? Is this real life? I've been in the EBWF since 2010. I'm a three-time Women's Champion. Three-time tag team champion. Inaugural Sky High Champion. Around this time, this is where I would normally say that I am royalty, but that's not even true anymore. I am above royalty. I have transcended greatness in the EBWF, and yet here I am stuck in a non-title match on free television against a woman that has had less TV time than the popcorn guy. It's disgusting.

Cameraman: I mean, how is she supposed to have TV time if she doesn't get TV time?

Natalya: Don't crack wise. I've been here for plenty of time and this is the thanks I get! I deserve to only be featured when the EBWF Universe is opening their wallets and paying for it. This is demeaning. Alicia Foxx is not on my radar. She's not in my league, she's not even in the same sport.

Cameraman: Pulp Fiction.

Natalya: WHY ARE YOU TALKING?!

She pushed a finger into the cameraman's chest, poking him angrily.

Natalya: You're not worth my time. Alicia Foxx isn't worth my time. This entire city isn't worth my time. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go plan on how I'm going to make sure Alicia Foxx checks into a "local medical facility".

She made dramatic air quotes and then shuffled past the cameraman. The scene faded to black.