Rose v Wallace v Davis

[UKWF]

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[queenb]

The scene opens up inside of one of Knightsbridge most luxurious hotels. It one of its biggest suites the suite is lavish with an old time English charm threw into it. The suite's resident soon is revealed to be none other than the Queen B of Malibu Bianca Davis. Who has an arrogant smirk on her face, dressed in a pink dress, black high heel pumps, her black handbag was sitting right next to her as she sat holding a mirror up admiring her beauty. On top of her head her long blonde mane cascades down on top of that is a silver tiara.  As the haughty American heiress soon rolls her eyes with disdain before speaking in her normal haughty tone.

Bianca Davis: You know something this is the luxury, this is what a woman like me deserves. To be in the finest hotel suites money ca buy, to have the best clothes, to do the most exclusive shopping trips why? Because I was born better than the peasants of this world. See look at this place, it's nice, it's magnificent it's beyond the life that surely you people could ever have for yourselves but hey you can dream right?  Dream of being a former two-time miss Teen United Staes, and the current Miss California right?  Well, I got news for you it won't happen okay so get over yourselves and admire me.

The arrogant blonde lets out a bitchy giggle, before counting on. 

Bianca Davis: Aw the truth hurts? Too damn bad because it's time for you people to understand the truth is I am beyond all of you. I am richer, hotter, and more successful than any of you. You see UKWF is just a step and I mean a step in the Pretty revolution.  And the first part of that step is the elimination of my opponents because they need more than a makeover they need to just disappear forever. Because Jack Rose, let me tell you something these UK peasants are not going to do anything they won't help you beat me I have won titles before and I am a superstar so yeah. Not a whole lot you can really do about it but bow to me and I might let you just leave the ring.

Wallace? Uh ew, much I saw a picture of you and literally wanted to gouge my own beautiful eyes out. Like ugly and weird? Ugh so gross you're almost as pathetic as some of the people I have seen once I stepped out of Knightsbridge. And In the roundhouse, I am going to grace those people with my presence.  And all they will be able to say after they see me is All Hail The Queen B.

Bianca Davis blows an arrogant kiss toward the camera, before doing her trademark beauty pageant wave as the scene then fades to black.

[Jack Rose]

"Everyone has a story, well here's mine."

Jack Rose looked up from the ground and into the camera.

"Six years ago I was travelling up and down the country. Service stations, Travelodges, National Express. It wasn't glamorous. Your typical independent wrestler, living out of a suitcase. The way I saw it, I was just serving my apprenticeship. Haven, Butlins, Centre Parcs, local community centres, night clubs, you name it, I wrestled it. Back then there was no UKWF, no live streams, no ITV coverage like our predecessors. So I packed my bags and lugged all my ambitions half way round the world to the land of the rising sun. I exiled myself and my family for the greater good of my career. It was tough at first - new language, new culture, new crowds. But they took me in. I went there as a Gaijan, and I left as one of their own. Five years later word trickled through about this emerging company in the UK. Britain, after decades in the dark, was back in the spotlight."

"It didn't take long for me to decide. I quickly put pen to paper to come here, to make my debut at the Roundhouse, in London Town, MY town, against two other newcomers. Now Wallace, unlike Bianca, I don't take umbrage with your looks, or your questionable haircut - even if it is a bit Jimmy Saville. No, I don't care about any of that. You are who you are. It's what you do in the ring that counts, and I didn't repatriate myself to face jobbers and circus freaks. I want to face the who's who of professional wrestling, the best of the best. From what I hear you have something underneath that maverick exterior. I hope that's true, because at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Be you, be the clown, the UKWF court jester, I won't judge you for it. Just be the best you can. Because all I see is a man standing in the way of my life long ambition, to be the British Heavyweight champion. Nothing more, nothing less."

"And from the jester of the realm to the Queen herself. You're right, B, I may not be a two-time Miss Teen USA. And I dare say I never will. You seem to think looks and money are gonna get you somewhere in this business. Think again, princess. Now I respect anyone that enters a professional wrestling ring, but the truth is your past riches, be they beauty pageants or wrestling belts, are worthless here. We're all running from the same starting blocks. This won't be your coronation, 'cause there's only one monarch around here. I will be King of the ring, the local boy the fans can get behind and see themselves in. The Everyman, the working class hero, the pride of Britain. Because I am London's Jack Rose, the best kept secret in British professional wrestling."