Ashley holds the microphone firmly with one hand, gazing upon the crowd with a stern look, unfazed by the blinding lights and the thousands of eyes focused on her. She has a message to deliver, and no one will stop her from speaking her mind:
"I don't care about fame or popularity..." She began, her voice echoing like thunder in the arena.
"Every time I stand in this ring, there's only one thing I care about, and that is completely crushing whoever has the misfortune of finding themselves on the opposite corner..."
She pauses for a moment.
"And, if following that sole dogma brings me to the race for the Heavyweight title... so be it!"
"I don't need to prove myself to anyone, much less to any of you..." pointing at the crowd.
"But... if holding that belt in my hands is what you need to believe my words, to see just how serious I am... then I'll gladly demolish any fool with a death wish who stands in my way until I get it..."
"You've all been warned..." Ashley drops the mic and rolls herself out of the ring; she doesn't turn to look at anyone; the crowd's reactions have never interested her, nor the consequences her words might bring. Her mind is fixed solely on the mission she has self-imposed... and she was sure as hell going to fulfil it should the opportunity arise.
