“Doubters, critics, negativity…that’s all
you get when you are a successful businesswoman like me.”
The clicking
of heels is heard across marble floor.
Eventually from stage right the beautiful, lovely Karen McBride steps
into view wearing a tight little black dress with a hemline that stops just
above the knee and black high heeled pumps on her feet. Her long dark hair hangs unrestrained to
shoulder length. She flows ever so
elegantly across the floor in this gorgeous, large, and very luxurious room
full of expensive paintings, cream-colored walls, matching love seats and
sofas, and large plants by a large window.
The beautiful businesswoman strolls gracefully across the floor over to
the sofa where she stops and lies down.
“But I am not concerned, I am not worried,
not in the least.” Karen shakes her head. “Why should I be? Despite the
fact that I have not won championship gold in my IWC career, I still have made
a major impact upon this company.”
Karen
motions to herself vehemently, as if to make a point. “In
case you forgot, I was the one responsible for dropping the nuclear bomb that
began to create the first cracks in Sinistry’s and Desmond Drake’s seemingly
unshakeable hold upon this company. I
did that. Me. Karen McBride.”
She smirks
knowingly. “You’re welcome.”
“Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not belittling
the efforts of those such as Taylor Chase.
Taylor clearly did the vast majority of the heavy lifting. But while Chase and the current IWC that has
risen from that darkness to the greatness that it is today, while they were
forged in fire, it was my privilege to light the flame and provide the momentum
necessary to eventually bring down The Sinistry. Had it ended there, I would be thought of as
a hero in IWC.”
The lovely
female sits up on the sofa, swinging her legs over first and sitting up. Karen McBride sighs and shakes her head.
“Unfortunately it didn’t end there. Great people all of shapes and sizes from all
industries and organizations make mistakes.
Orlando Cruze made a mistake named Kloe Masters. William Mason made a mistake by not trusting
me and choosing to abandon our partnership.”
She winks at
the camera. “But he’ll find that out on
his own.”
“On this Fourth of July the United States of
America remembers and honors its independence.
Among the people responsible for its independence is the first
president, George Washington. President
Washington is remembered today as one of the greatest presidents and generals
in this nation’s history. But even he
made mistakes. Washington was successful
in a surprise attack against French troops in the early stages of the
French-Indian War. Later he found out
that was not a French military incursion but was, instead, a diplomatic mission
that Washington attacked. Not only did
he make that mistake but the French retaliated by routing Washington’s troops
not long after. Washington’s success in
his first military campaign as a leader went completely forgotten. His mistakes took center stage.”
“In that way I am much like President George
Washington. I will not pretend that I am
completely innocent. I made
mistakes. Trusting Desmond Drake…trusting
Silas Mason…trusting my own sister Blaire McBride…all of those were mistakes that
I made all in the name of trying to do what is right for IWC.”
Karen shakes
her head. “The mistakes have ended.”
“Immediately following the betrayal at
Invictus II, I had decided that I would no longer be content with mediocrity
and that I would no longer accept making mistakes. Things needed to change. Number one, I returned to my roots of DTA…don’t
trust anybody…I don’t even trust Desmond Drake, despite his valiant attempts to
try and help me. I don’t fully trust
him, not yet. I damn sure don’t trust my
sister Blaire, which is another mistake I fixed. I went back and beat the hell out of her and
later on I proceeded to steal her shares of McBride Incorporated from her,
leaving her with none of the McBride inheritance.”
“All that’s left is to get back to my
winning ways inside of the wrestling ring.
Now you may think I have again failed but what I see is progress. I came within a hair of earning a tag title
shot in a four way match. I defeated Aaron
Harrison AND Andre Jordan in a triple threat match only to wrestle a second
time later that night against Andre Jordan again and had it not been for
outside interference I would have become IWC Evolution Champion and Jordan
knows it.”
She holds
her index and middle finger close together. “I
was this close, Andre…this close…you know it and I know it. Another time will come, championship or not,
and I won’t fail a second time.”
The gorgeous
wealthy woman stands up to full length and begins to walk around the luxurious
room.
“And if you still doubt that I am making
progress, if you doubt that I am once again making waves here in IWC, just take
a look at what was booked for RIOT…me, Karen McBride, against the likes of
Flash Silver…and Whitecloud…or is that Eric Sailes?...and Tyson Galloway…and
Franz…and someone else…some mystery opponent…”
A low
chuckle escapes her lips. “Silas Mason is
making me run the gauntlet. Clearly
Silas feels threatened. And I don’t
blame you, Silas. Last year you were
manager of the year and rightfully so, having managed Taylor Chase and Kelcey
Wallace to world championships. But what
have you done since then to deserve such accolades and praise?”
“Kelcey and Taylor both left you. Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher left. Hell, even Angelica Jones is gone from Silas
World. You really have two things left
to brag about…a whiny little bitch of a ginger and the RIOT brand of IWC. You know as well as I do that one of those
two things is in danger of being gone for good, and it isn’t the ginger.”
She smirks. “You won’t admit it publicly but your
actions betray you, your actions tell the world what you really think and that
you believe me to be a legitimate threat to your rule over RIOT, because you
have seen now that I will not stop until I get my principle ownership back, I
will not stop until I get my power back, and everyone will be watching you from
afar, curled up in a fetal position, crying as yet another one of your precious
babies are torn away from your bosom, as the world watches your World crumble
to the ground.”
“That’s the real reason behind this stupid
half-assed excuse for a gauntlet match, isn’t it? You feel threatened by me. You feel threatened and so you send the job
squad after me…well, the job squad plus one extra guy who as of yet remains to
be named…”
Karen stops
and turns to face the camera. She shrugs
her shoulders. “I just have to wonder, what will it be this time? Clearly I’ve been targeted. So I wonder what will it be this time? Taylor and Katelyn got a barbed wire
noose. Will I get a barbed wire noose
too? Or hell, why stop there? Let’s just get a spear and drive it through
my gut on live television? Nothing wrong
with that, right? I’m sure our
television network will let that kind of violence air.”
“Whatever it is, I know the purpose is to
shut me up. The purpose of this gauntlet
is to stop me. But it will not stop
me. I will mow through each and every
one of those clowns and it doesn’t matter who has been recruited as the mystery
person. Hell, bring out every member of
the IWC roster if you want! I’ll face
them all in a gauntlet or all at once!
It doesn’t matter to me because while I may go down in defeat, I will go
down fighting and by God I’ll take a few of them with me!”
“Here’s a newsflash to the cowboy goon who
booked this shit and to the idiots who are going to try and please his sorry
ass. None of you can stop me. You can delay me but you cannot stop me. I will achieve my goal. I will get my principle ownership back. This coming RIOT is just a dog and pony show,
it’s just a bump in the road and me? I’m
happy knowing that I am on the right path.”
