Rose Gold stood in the green room of the Podcast studio that the day's interview would be taking place in. It wasn't often that she found herself missing The Coward, but now was one of those times. In the ring, Rose Gold was a confidant, conniving, and brutal professional wrestler. But outside of the ring used to be Kelsea's purview. The ditzy and charming Kelsea was able to capriciously flit through most conversation and come out the other side not only clean, but more well-liked. While she and Kelsea Rose shared the same legal name and body, they were not the same person.
The blonde waited on the couch, her figure adorned with a cute black sweater dress. Her short blonde hair was pulled back with a red headband, something that had become a trademark of hers. The one splash of color in the black of her attire. She was dainty. Cute even. She had a girl next door charm that made her look harmless and maybe even friendly. It was one of the things that had made her so popular with fans. And it also made it so much more shocking when she mounted the faces of her rivals and forced them to pass out, nose deep in her sopping wet sex.
She stared intently at the door. Waiting for the green light. Her cue to enter the interview. Her honey-gold eyes glaring and wishing that this mettlesome thing would be over quickly. The big-wigs at LAW had already chastised her for not wanting to do press. It was one of her duties as a champion, they'd told her. It was the same reason she'd made a Twitter account. At the end of the day she was a professional wrestler contracted to the world's largest league. Hurting and molesting her opponents was part of her job. The part she liked. But so was meet and greets and pressers. At the end of the day, being a Rising Star in LAW was still a job.
