Dime A Dozen

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The camera faded up to a centered shot of Natalya. Noticeably absent was any interviewer. It was just her, in her all black wrestling attire. Her Women's Championship belt was prominently clasped around her waist, showing off the belt's design in the light of the room. Her custom "black hart" side plates were installed on either side of the belt's face. She smiled wryly.

Natalya: Another month passes by, and another faceless nobody knocks on the door of my Queendom and thinks she can usurp me. Nikki Cross, who couldn't beat me before, thinks that because she beat a few other people on her level that she's suddenly some kind of contender for MY EBWF Women's Championship? I have held on to this title since Christmas Eve of Destruction.

She paused for just a moment.

Natalya: No, I do not count that cheating little troll that somehow managed to eke out a win last month.

She regained her composure.

Natalya: I have made a career out of silencing hot up and coming women's athletes. Just ask Liv Morgan what it's like to get into the ring with me, and she was the toast of EBWF earlier this year. That is, until she ran into me. Now what do all those "fancy kicks" and styling street clothes amount to? Zilch. Nikki Cross, with her gaudy eye makeup and her terrible posture is going to be no different, no matter how many different people try to be her manager. It's always one thing or another around here. Everyone has to have a gimmick, nowadays. My gimmick? It's the same one I have always had. I go out to the ring, raise this EBWF Women's Championship in the air, and I hospitalize anyone who tries to get near it. I don't try to look like Mick Foley's reject daughter. I don't try to look like a prop they store in the boiler room. My game is as simple as it comes: Kill or Be Killed.

Her face was grim at this point. Her fist clenched tightly.

Natalya: Not a day goes by where I don't think about the travesty of justice that took place in September, when for a fleeting moment it looked like Trish Stratus would escape with MY championship title. I was embarrassed. Humiliated by a woman I mistakenly called my best friend. Every time I think about it, I get even angrier. That anger gives me focus, the focus I need to out violence the one girl on the roster who might be more unbalanced than Trish Stratus. Nikki, your act doesn't scare me. I've seen it before, and I'll see another one just like you before I hang it up. Girls like you are a dime a dozen in the wrestling business. You think you have the mind games locked down? I am the master of mind games, sweetie. Before you know it I'll have you swinging wildly for my head. I'll have you making mistakes before I even break a sweat. And when you suddenly realize that you've been had, it'll be too late, and there will only be one thing to do: Tap. Out.

She smiled and put her palm on the camera lens and pushed it away. The scene faded to black.