:Speaker 1: We have quite a show in store for you fans at home! RWA's First ever Road Rage is sure to be amazing. I'm sure it will turn out to be brutal for ever superstar involved... :Speaker 2: I definitely agree, speaker 1! I can't wait to see what our superstars have in store for the fans. There's gonna be a First Blood match for the RWA Women's Championship between Divas Britney Johnson and Angelica. From what I've heard of both, they're both very tough, and the turn out of this match is hard to discern as of yet. Angelica grew up boxing, so she may have a few tricks up her sleeve to get BJ bleeding by the end of their match. :Speaker 1: I could see that happening. Angelica looks to be a fighter, as does BJ. Both, I'm sure, want that title pretty bad, so I guess we will see what will happen between the two. Suddenly, the lights dim, and the Titon Tron at the front of the arena starts to flicker, then turns on, coming into focus. The screen shows a backstage parking lot. It's pretty much empty, save for a valet standing by the door, looking a bit bored. He perks up a bit as he spots a silver Jaguar coming up to the curb. The Jaguar is going quite fast, and it comes to a halt in front of the valet with a loud, resounding screech. The valet backs up a step, waiting for the driver of the car to get out. The camera's focus in on the license plate, which says "Angel" telling everyone, including the valet, that the person in the car is Angelica, RWA's first Diva. The door
to the sleek car opens, and a stunning, sexy blonde steps out onto the pavement. She has red highlights running through her long hair. She's wearing a pair of sunglasses, and she looks amazing in her low riders and a tight black halter top showing off her toned stomach. The flirty hanging halo belly button ring complemented her outfit perfectly. She walked up to the valet, who gave her a once over, then raised his eyebrows in blatant praise of her body. She rolled her eyes, and handed him her keys. :Angelica: Take care of my Jag when you drive it. If I find even one tiny little scratch on it, you're ass will be mine, understand? The valet nods, but you can tell that he doesn't believe she can do anything to him. Angelica sees this, and smirks. :Angelica: You honestly think I can't do a thing to you, do you? The valet shakes his head, then puts a hand on Angelica's shoulder. She looks down at it in disgust, then looks up at him in disbelief, not believing he had the balls to actually touch her. :Valet: A pretty little thing like you? No, no, I don't think you can do anything to me... Angelica brushed his hand off her shoulder, then gave him a lethal glare. He smirked back at her. :Angelica: Well, think again! Angelica pulled back her arm, and punched him hard on the nose. Blood spurted out, and he clutched at it, looking at her in disbelief. :Valet: You punched me! :Angelica: No shit, Sherlock. Next time keep your grubby hands off of me, or you'll be ten times worse off than you are now. The valet walks quickly inside the arena to get some medical attention for his nose. Angelica looks back at her car, and swears swiftly under her breath. :Angelica: No one to park my damn car. Oh well, I'll just leave it there. She points a remote at the car, and a beeping is heard, signaling that the doors were locked. Angelica stuffs the keys into a pocket and walks into the arena to give her debut promo. The scene fades to a commercial break. The scene returns from the break to the full arena once again. The fans are cheering excitedly, as they know that one of RWA's Divas is here to deliver a promo. The cameras once again zoom in on the commentators. :Speaker 1: Wow...that poor valet. She got him quite good. I wouldn't be surprised if the lout had a broken nose. :Speaker 2: That's what you get for laying your hands on a tough diva like that. The commentators are silenced as a women's sultry voice is heard throughout the arena - "Dirrty..." The fans rise to their feet, waiting to see the entrance of RWA's first Diva. Dirrty by Christina Aguilera begins to blare over the PA systems, as Angelica's incredibly revealing, sexy Titon Tron video starts to play on the Titon tron. The fans cheer the diva as she appears at the top of the ramp in the same outfit as before, and starts to make her way down to the ring, barely paying attention to the fans at all. She lifts one hand to them in a silent salute, but that's about all. :Announcer: Making her way to the ring, she is RWA's newest diva, Angelica! The fans cheer for this new diva, as she continues down the ramp. When she gets to the bottom of the steel ramp, she turns and steps up the steel staircase, then steps onto the apron, waiting for a tiny bit, then getting into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. She walks to the center of the ring, and flips the crowd off, before licking it and running it down her body, elliciting quite a few cheers from the male fans in the arena. Angelica smirks, then takes the microphone from the announcer, waving them off. They take their place by the commentators, who are set to hear what this Diva has to say, as are the fans in the arena and at home. :Angelica: I barely get here, and I already have a match for the Women's Championship. Against some blonde bimbo named BJ. From what I've heard of her, the nickname fits. This isn't just a regular match though. It's a first blood match, meaning the first one to bleed loses. Well, let me tell you one thing, BJ, I've been boxing most of my life, and I've received some pretty hard punches, and I doubt a little fluffball like you is going to make me bleed. As for you, though, I'd watch out. I hope you saw what I did to that puny little valet out in the parking lot. If you're anything like him, I sure as hell have you beat. I made him bleed - just as I'm going to make you bleed on Road Rage, and I'm sure it will be just as easy. I won't lose this title to some stupid blonde bitch who has no reason being in the ring in the first place. Weren't you a stripper, BJ? That's where you picked up that little nickname, as rumor has it. Well, BJ, you should have kept your pretty little ass in that strip joint, because that's exactly where people like you belong. You were born a slut, I'm sure, and you still are. Some things don't change, and that is one of them. I can't wait to get my hands on you...feel your blood...and know that I have beat you for the Women's Championship. I hate losing...so even if you don't lose your blood in this match...you will. Oh, trust me little Britney, you will. I want this title bad, BJ. So bad, that I'm ready and willing to play dirty. Ready and willing. Maybe I'll break your nose, like I did the valet's...or maybe I'll have the immense pleasure of breaking something else. Whichever, all I know is, your blood will be on the mat...not mine. It'll be your blood they'll be cleaning up after the match, your body they'll have to wheel away on a stretcher, not mind, if I get my way. And let me inform you, BJ, I do get my way. Always. You can trust me on that. One way or another, I'll be leaving the arena with the title belt in hand. I'm sure it's not going to be sooo difficult, what with a little powder puff like you to compete against. I have the confidence, and seeing as I grew up boxing, I have the moves to knock you out. You'll be on the mat before you know it, your blood running onto that white canvas, and I will be standing above you holding that title belt. You can't stop it, BJ. You can't stop me, as much as you'd like to try. I'm as hardcore as it gets, baby, and when someones in my way, they get their ass kicked. Guess what? You're in the way of that title, and I want it, so you better watch your ass, because I'll be kicking it. Get ready to bleed, Miz BJ, because that's what you'll be doing once I'm done with you. Maybe, if you're lucky, they'll still be able to recognize your mangled, bleeding body. Hope you can take the pain, BJ, because I sure as all hell can. Dirrty blasts through the arena once again, as Angelica drops her microphone, and blows the fans a kiss using her middle finger. She then traces an outline of the championship belt on her stomach, before walking to the ropes, and getting out of the ring onto the apron, then walking down the steel steps. She walks to the ramp, and strides up it, stopping once at the top to lift an arm with the middle finger extended. She then disapeers behind the backstage curtain, as the scene fades to commercial once again.