Rianne Angry >:/
The locker-room door had barely finished slamming shut before Rianne Evans spun around and rounded on Mitzi.
Whatever composure the blonde normally carried was gone.
Her hair was still tousled from the match, her body aching from Matilda's German Suplex and Kirie's finishing combination, but none of that compared to the sting of actually having another loss slapped onto her record. Rianne planted her feet wide, clenched one fist at her side, and jabbed an accusing finger straight toward Mitzi.
“WOT THE BLOODY ’ELL WAS THAT?!”
Her voice practically exploded through the locker room.
“ONE JOB, MITZI! You had one bleedin’ job! Keep that great ginger German lump away from me ring so I could finish off that little fangirl!”
Rianne stormed forward, pointing furiously toward the hallway behind them.
“Instead, Matilda comes flyin’ over the bloody barricade, chucks me halfway across the ring on me neck, clocks the ref, then keeps you busy while Kirie goes an’ bloody well pins me!”
She threw both hands up incredulously before immediately pointing at Mitzi again.
“Do ya know how embarrassin’ that is?! I’m supposed to be buildin’ me brand, not gettin’ me arse handed to me while me hired muscle’s outside havin’ a bleedin’ wrestling match of ’er own!”
Rianne stepped closer until she was practically in Mitzi's face, green eyes blazing.
“An’ don't you dare tell me Matilda caught ya by surprise! I’m payin’ you precisely so I don't ’ave to worry about surprises!”
She finally stepped back, hands planting firmly against her hips as she glared daggers at her new bodyguard.
“So go on then, Miss Prizefighter.”
Rianne tilted her head sharply.
“Explain yourself.”