No More Queens

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid's Appearance

With a stern look in her eyes and a cruel smirk on her lips, Ingrid Fuentes stood in the center of LAW's ring, a microphone clutched tightly in one hand. LAW's own self-titled Knight of Hell had a few things to say tonight, and once the crowd had settled down, she planned on speaking her mind. She waited for the audience to settle down, part of the crowd cheering for her but most of them jeering and booing at the heelish woman, and once they had finally quieted themselves, Ingrid raised her microphone to her lips, her Spanish accent sharp as she began to speak.

"I'll make this short", she began, staring out over the audience, slowly pacing about the ring as she spoke. "LAW,
as a company, is fairly new. We've been around for less than a year, but as far as I can see, we already have a problem here."

She moved towards the ropes, looking towards the audience, her gaze sharp as she continued. "There are far, far too many women in this company who fancy themselves as a queen. Have you all heard the ridiculous nicknames floating around this place?" Ingrid shook her head, clicking her tongue into the microphone. It was annoying, the number of women who had adopted the nickname, but she planned on doing something about it.

"The belly queen. The queen of summer. The cool queen. It's ridiculous, and quite frankly, I find it insulting. Not a single woman in this company is fit to call themselves a queen. None of them are fit to rule over anything, despite what they may think. And do you know why...?"

She turned away from the ropes, Ingrid moving back towards the center of the ring, addressing the other side of the arena as she continued. "A true queen doesn't need to declare herself as such. A true queen doesn't need to give herself such ridiculous nicknames. A true queen, a real ruler? She does what needs to be done. She comes out, and destroys her enemies, and does it so well that other women are forced to call her by the title. Women...like me."

"I'll be blunt. I don't fancy myself a queen, nor would I want the title, not with the way it's been disgraced by the worthless little bitches in this company. But...if anyone did deserve it, it would be me. I have came out here, and destroyed every opponent I've been given.
I've left nothing but destruction in my wake, and I will continue to do so."

She took a quick, deep breath, steadying herself as she continued. "Tonight, I am declaring the end of the so-called queens in LAW. Tonight begins my reign of terror upon the women who think they're fit to rule. Tonight, I am declaring war."

With an air of finality in her voice, Ingrid turned towards the arena entrance, and smirked once again. "Starting tonight, I am making it my goal in LAW to prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am the best and the baddest in this company. I plan on destroying every single woman in LAW who dares to adopt the title of 'queen', and if any of them think they can stop me, I would love for them to show their face right now..."

With that said, Ingrid lowered her microphone, and began to wait, wondering if anyone in the company would dare rise up to try and face her.

[aelithblanchette]

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid lowered her microphone from her lips, watching in surprise as Violette made her appearance, beginning her rant towards the Latin woman. She was surprised, really. She hadn't actually been expecting anyone to appear, least of all this woman, and suddenly she was very curious about what Violette had to offer.

She more of less ignored the first part of Violette's speech, instead choosing to look over the woman, inspecting her from head to toe, sizing her up. The two of them weren't too different from each other. Similar builds, similar provocative outfits, even similar attitudes, it seemed. Ingrid found a small smile creeping onto her lips, at the thought of going head-to-head with Violette, enjoying the idea of breaking the woman and forcing her to learn her place...

She snapped out of her daze once Violette began talking about forcing her to submit, ordering her to leave the ring. With her smile fading, she stepped up to meet Violette in the center of the ring, standing barely a foot away from her, lifting the microphone to her lips to respond.

"I'm not going anywhere, bitch," she answered, her words cold and steely. "And I don't submit to any woman, let alone someone like you. I'll be generous, this one time. One last warning to you, so you had better listen."

Ingrid took a step forward, a single step, putting her right in front of Violette, their generous busts just barely touching against each other's own. She spoke into the microphone again, her words softer and even colder than before. "Get out of my ring, before I break you. You? You're no queen, and if you don't turn around and leave right now, you'll be screaming for my mercy before the night is over..."

[aelithblanchette]

Violette was visibly getting angrier and angrier with time. Head to head with the gorgeous lady in the middle of the ring, she couldn't be more tense right now. Their bodies touching, they were both standing in each other's bubble.

Violette still had the microphone in her hands but she couldn't find anything to say once Ingrid was finished. She could take stay silent like that or she'd just lose credibility. The angrier she get, the more uncontrollable she'll be.

Putting the microphone to her lips once again, she said, one last time. "Do you think your threats are getting to my head? Do you really think you could break my mind with just your words and your so-called sensuality? I don't know why you even think that you're a dominant woman.. I'm going to prove that your the complete fucking opposite!" she said as she threw the microphone at the end of her speech, looking enraged as never before.

The very next split-second, the action would begin for real, before the bell would ring. Out of anger, Violette went straight for Ingrid's throat, trying to latch her left hand on it and press on it as much as she could to choke the woman, while her second hand, the right one, would repeatedly hammer Ingrid's face with vicious slaps, right cheek then left cheek again and again, pushing the other woman as she did so until they probably reached the ropes, Violette still trying to get the advantage by pushing her body onto Ingrid's in a show of dominance, face to face, still choking the woman but stopping the slaps for now. "Little bitch." she would just say.

[Lunaspark]

The hand suddenly thrusting upwards and grabbing at her throat caught Ingrid by surprise. Her eyes started to widen, as she began to gasp for air, Violette's sudden choke taking her by surprise. The microphone fell from Ingrid's hand and she began to gag, reaching up to grab at Violette's wrist, to pry her grip away from Ingrid's neck.

But in the next moment, Violette's hand began to strike at Ingrid's face, over and over again, the silver-haired queen pelting the Latina with slaps. Each one stung Ingrid more and more, her head getting slapped this way and that as Violette began to push her towards the ropes.

Soon enough, Ingrid's back was against them, but when the slaps stopped and Violette hissed out her insult, the pink-haired woman struck. She lashed out with both hands, grabbing Violette by the shoulders and giving her a hard shove, forcing the woman away from herself.

The moment that Violette was forced away, Ingrid's head whipped around, looking towards a referee standing near the announcer's table outside the ring. "Ring the damn bell..." she snarled, the referee gulping and doing just that as Ingrid barked out her order...

(Continues here.)