MANDY ROSE
“Queen: the female ruler of an independent state, especially one who inherits the position by right of birth. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”
Mandy raised an eyebrow.
MANDY ROSE
“No? It’s simple, really. When I say ‘independent state,’ think of EBWF. More specifically, the EBWF women’s division. Now, ask yourself who the ruler of the EBWF women’s division is. I’m sure you’re thinking ‘obviously it’s the EBWF Women’s Champion, Mandy.’ Well, think again. Because our current Women’s Champion is nothing close to a queen, she’s nothing of the sort.”
She shook her head, rolling her eyes as well.
MANDY ROSE
“And no, it’s not that disgusting barbarian who resorted to fraud just to keep me out of the ring last week, Charlotte Flair, either. Nor is it Trish Stratus. It’s me. It’s always been me, and it always will be me. Anyone else who tries to convince you otherwise is doing so out of jealousy and hate, just like always.”
With a shrug of her shoulders, she flicks a lock of her golden hair to the side.
MANDY ROSE
“I’m not at all concerned about the talk though, because when it really counts, it’s my actions that always prove me right. Need I remind you who won the first ever women’s elimination chamber match?”
She smirked, stroking her own ego just as she always did.
MANDY ROSE
“Exactly. And the same result will come from SummerSlam's history making Queen of the Mountain match. Once historic, always historic. And the crown I'll have on top of my head, along with the title around my waist at the end of it all will be all the proof you'll ever need of that.”
Now that her brief spiel was complete, Mandy flashed a grin, as confident as ever. Not that anything else was to be expected.
