Every few steps she stopped to admire herself on the big screen, adjusted one of the chains around her neck, or flashed a cocky smile toward a camera. The murmers from nearby audience members only seemed to make her walk a little slower. By the time she reached ringside, she climbed onto the apron with all the confidence in the world before stepping through the ropes. A microphone was waiting in the middle of the ring. She picked it up, let the noise hang for a few seconds, then slowly lowered her sunglasses.
Jazmine Deluxe

She paced the ring while she spoke, turning her attention from one side of the arena to the other.
"I've been sittin' in the back watchin' this show, hearin' everybody talk about how stacked this league is. Champions. Rising stars. Legends in the makin'." She rolled her eyes. "Bitch... where?"
A few laughs mixed with the boos, some in the audience not at all pleased that this newcomer was already dissing fan favourites!
"All I see is a bunch of wannabe's gettin' real comfortable wearin' somebody else's spotlight. That's cool, though. Y'all borrowed it long enough."
She pointed toward the entrance.
"Everybody back there better start payin' attention, because I'm comin' for all of it. The wins. The titles. The headlines. If your name's on the roster, your turn's comin'. One by one, I'm gonna walk through this whole division until there ain't nobody left wonderin' who's runnin' the show."
She looked straight into the hard camera, a slow smile spreading across her face. "So if anybody back there thinks I'm talkin' outta pocket..." She motioned toward the entrance with a flick of her wrist.
"...come do somethin' about it."
