::-:: Forward ::-:: Stephanie McMahon. The billion dollar princess herself has set foot within a new federation now. Not one owned by her father Vincent K. McMahon. Not one she's purchased herself like ECW. No... a brand new federation. BBWF. Brawling Beauties Wrestling Federation. An all-girls federation. Noone's said a word yet, as the women are all busy setting up final preparations for their big debuts. However... Stephanie seems strangely confident. So confident infact, that she's requested the cameras to come to her... How well will she fare? And just how many enemies will she make before friends..? ::-:: End Foward ::-::

The scene opens up to a beautiful scene. A large white mansion rises out of the horizon to greet the cameras. As the cameraman walks up, a hand holds them back.

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} Don't go up there!! Last time I showed up without buzzing her... Well I had to get 6 stitches let's just leave it at that!

Cole presses a buzzer at the gate and a voice crackles over the sound system.

Yes?

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} Um… Stephanie? We're here to get your thoughts on the newest female federation, Brawling Beauties Wrestling Federation.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} Come up….

The brass gates swing open slowly and the two of them look up the hill, mentally kicking themselves for not bringing the limo up to the gate. After a 5 minute walk up the grassy knoll, Michael Cole and his meager cameraman are beginning to sweat out in the sun, even though it's not even above 90 degrees outside. Cole runs the doorbell and faint footsteps are heard. The door opens slowly and we see the one and only Stephanie McMahon standing in the doorway.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} Michael Cole… so nice of you to come.

Cole looks perplexed. Stephanie? Being nice? Perhaps the sun'd gotten to her.

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} Um… thanks

Stephanie steps back and allows both the cameraman and Michael Cole into the front hallway. With the hallways branching off in all directions, it's almost as if you need a map or at least road signs to guide you to your destination. Especially for someone who's not been there before, like Michael Cole. Stephanie walks off, the two following her closely as to not get lost. She emerges into a living room, one that looks to be mostly for entertainment as black lights, a huge flat screen TV, and neon glowing rods are hanging off every surface of the room. She sits down on the black leather couch, a staple for her as it may seem as all her furniture is upholstered in much the same fashion.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} So… BBWF?

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} That would be it…

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} I think I remember that one. Brand new? Lots of old WWE talent? Or should I say… lack thereof..

Stephanie smirks, her old self showing through the phony "polite" façade. She reaches back, pulling a pencil from her hair and letting it tumble down. It's curled lightly and shines distinctly against her brown hair.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} So what's your first matter of business…? Asking me why I'm here, what I think of my competition, or which title belt I intend to go after?

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} All of the above actually…

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} Figures..

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} Well, to start I guess I ought to tell you why I'm here huh? After all, if I weren't, you wouldn't be sitting here interviewing me. Would you? Eh, knowing you you probably would be. You have no life outside the wrestling business Cole. Though you may want to visit a gym or something… You're sweating like a pig and it's not even hot out. Of course, with me around that just might be a natural reaction in you…

She tosses her hair back, looking at her nails pointedly before continuing on.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} I know there's plenty of women here. Most of which, I know personally. They did work for my father after all… in one way or another. Lita, Sable, Trish, Chyna, the Kat… In other words, the lost WWE bimbos. Well, I guess I can't really say Lita or Trish have been lost… but they're bimbos none the less. Have I ever wrestled them? Sure… I got in the ring with Lita and Trish. Lita, I lost.. But that's only because the Rock gave me the spinebuster and set me up for Lita's moonsault. Trish however? Oh I beat her good… almost as well as my father did. But, then I didn't give Trish the pleasure of enjoying my beating. She always did think she deserved a spanking. That aside though, those two I know I can handle. Onto Sable and Chyna, they're what my father really loved… self-indulgent women who'd pose nude to make him money. Guess I can't blame him… he made the money wherever he could, and he made it with them. Since then? Last I heard, Rena was nowhere to be seen and Chyna? Was stuck wearing Wal-Mart clearance rack clothes and hosting Robot Wars. Funny… they do always snap up the old washed up WWE people. I mean, both Mick and Joanie on the same show? Coincidence? I think not. Hell, why they grabbed her I'll never know. She pulls worse ratings than my father's shows! I think her "celebrity boxing" deal pulled a .04 rating. Now THAT is sad. Now, she wants back into the business that made her a star. I almost want to pity her. Really. But, I won't go that far. She did my father's company enough damage with her demands and left a huge gap in the women's division. Somehow I see her doing the same here. And Miss Kitty… she was so adorable wasn't she Michael? Running around with her "slave" tank tops and fishnets? Well, she does have one thing right. She will be my slave when I get into the ring with her. See, people think Stephanie McMahon and think… "Oh. Vince's daughter. She can't wrestle.. She's a McMahon!" That's why I'm here though. To prove that point wrong to everyone. To prove that a McMahon is as good a wrestler as anybody. My father was the World Champion.. I was the Women's Champion, and my brother Shane was the Hardcore Champion. And McMahon's can't wrestle? Sure, I wasn't the best in the ring at WWE, but when you're a hardcore gymnast who's got bad knees they don't expect you to go wrestling 3-4 shows a week like the top superstars. I take my time and roll with the punches MC.

Steph pauses, reaching down and picking up a bottle of Dasani. She takes a long drink and sets it down, screwing the lid back on.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} There's more than just the WWE portion of it though. Vickki and Kate Helmsley. Either they married the moron or they're the unfortunate blood relation to him. To both of which I apologize. It's got to be rough having Hunter as a father or a brother.. Or a husband. I should know. I'm the ex-Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley. But we all know why Hunter married me. He married me because he wanted to get to the top and he knew through me he'd get there. That's simple enough right? So… their relationship to him is really a casualty at best. I mean, of all people I'd know Hunter best, and he does absolutely nothing for a career.. If anything the Helmsley name is nothing more than another name in the pool… Now Eliza though. Eliza Dushku. I swear I've heard her name before. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know her… All I remember, is that she reminded me of myself. A cast iron bitch. Always a good quality to have. Anyway, as fate would have it we're both here at BBWF. I mean, as much as I like her and all? Hell we may even snag the BBWF Tag Team Titles… but her, the Helmsleys, and those WWE powderpuffs? Won't get in my way. Sure, they'll try Michael… really they will. But all that matters? Is the fact that none of them will ever win. Nobody beats a McMahon one on one.. So whatever makes them think now will be any different is a mystery to me. This isn't WWE. My father has no power here… but the person who does have power? Is me. I may not work in the front office with it, I'll use my power in the ring. I'm not daddy's girl anymore ladies… I'm all grown up. And for you? That only spells one thing. Trouble…

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} So I guess this means you'll be going for the BBWF World Title?

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} Let's see Michael.. If I'm the best here, if I'm the best anywhere… and if I'm the only woman good enough to carry that title, I think that speaks for itself. Sydney and Starr? They know talent when they see it. Otherwise, they'd have never hired me. I know those two will make the right decision. Putting my name in for the World Title. Because if they don't? They'll learn the hard way that a McMahon is the best picture you could paint to tell the story of RUTHLESS AGGRESSION. They know I won't stop at anything Michael… Not a damn thing to become the first and only Brawling Beauties Wrestling Federation World Champion. Nobody, will stand in my way for long. They'll try, but just like everything else they've ever done in their careers? They'll fail. Nobody can come up to a McMahon, stand face to face and win… and I'd love to see everyone step up and try…

Stephanie smiles wickedly, her old habits kicking up in high gear. She picks up her water bottle daintily and takes a sip as Michael Cole speaks.

{:: BBWF's Bitch Michael Cole ::} No offense Stephanie… but your wrestling repertoire at WWE left something to be desired. Some of these women have a full fledged arsenal waiting for you…

Stephanie now looks ready to spit her water out, her mouth contorting as if it's become unbearably sour. She swallows hard and stares holes into Michael Cole.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} You… are trying to say that because I didn't toss my body around at WWE that I can't hold my own in the ring?

Michael attempts to speak, but Stephanie immediately cuts him off. Her anger rising by the second.

{:: The BBWF Princess Stephanie McMahon ::} I can't believe you! You, of all people Michael should know how fully capable I am in the ring! I've mopped the floor with some of my opponents, and you think that I can't handle something like Lita's moonsault or Trish's Stratusfaction? I've taken those pathetic so-called "finishers" a million times and not once have I not gotten back up. I can handle myself in there against all of them with no problem. I may only be 5 foot 8, and weigh in at 125 pounds, but what's that old saying? It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of fight in the dog? Well Michael, let's just say you'll know very soon just how much fight is in this dog, now you get your ass out of my house do you hear me!? Out!

Stephanie stands up, causing Michael Cole to cower back like the true wuss he really is. He and his cameraman stand up, both of them hurrying toward the hallway they came in from. Stephanie's scowl grows larger as she picks up her cell phone and dials a number on speed dial. Her frown melts slightly, but not very much as she speaks quietly on her phone to an unknown person…