Your Queen Is Here

The camera begins to roll.  A male figure with short dark blonde hair steps into view.  It is none other than Mason Van Stanton, decked out in a black and white suit, black tie, and a white button up shirt.  A smug grin is etched across his young boyish features.

“Greetings you ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, sniveling baboons.” The self-described master of wrestling management clasps his hands together. “I am Mason Van Stanton, The Master of Managers, the Sultan of Sexuality, and the man who will lead IWC into the future!”

He laughs slightly. “Apologies, I have this effect on people, you know?  They just get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the aftershave? Is it the capacity to laugh at myself?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, it's crazy!”

Mason shakes his head. “But my Master plan is no laughing matter.  Believe it, ladies and gentlemen of IWC, believe it when I say that the master of all has arrived with a plan, a grand plan, to dominate…or decimate, whichever one suits my fancy at the time.”

“Now there are some, namely that fat tub of shamu lard known as Paul Garrett, who underestimates me.” Mason chuckles. “Go ahead, fatty, underestimate your master.  Underestimate me and see what happens when I get my hands on you at Last Stand.  What you see standing before you is the beginning of a revolution, a revolution that will put ancient relics like you to rest and put granny panty wearing prudes like Amanda Blayze and Lilith Evans in the nursing home where they belong.”

He points at the camera and winks. “I’ll get back to you in a moment, ladies.”

“But first,” he grins knowingly “it all begins with my prized client, a legitimate honest to goodness royal queen, a former tag team champion and television champion.  This woman is none other than my client, your queen, and your future leader in IWC, Julia Alexis Noel!”

Mason stupidly applauds, stepping aside to allow access and room for his client who enters the scene from stage right.  Julia is wearing a tight black form fitting dress with a hemline that stops just above the knee, black strappy high heeled sandals, and her long blonde hair is left to hang unrestrained to shoulder length.

“Thank you, Mason.”

He bows slightly. “My pleasure, Your Majesty.”

Julia stares into the camera with a smug grin on her face. “Greetings, peasants of Independent Wrestling Cartel.  My name is Julia Alexis Noel, but you may refer to me as Your Majesty, The Queen, because I will soon refer to each and every one of you as my personal bitches.”

Mason stupidly applauds. “Bravo!  Bravo!”

“There was a time when I was Julia Alexis Braddock.” She shuts her eyes as what almost appears to be a pained expression forms on her face. “I was the cousin of Glory Braddock, the woman you know as Gloria Marie Noel.  Those were not happy memories.”

She opens her eyes and grimaces. “Do you know what it is like to have to live under the Braddock family shadow?  The Braddock family and its unrelenting arrogance was overwhelming.”

She finally grins once more. “But I was liberated.  Liberated by Aphrodite Noel, the woman who made me her daughter.  She raised me and purified me into a true woman.  I even assisted her in bringing down the rest of the Braddock family, Glory herself included.”

Mason holds two thumbs up.

“Gloria is now a shell of her former self and I am the last remaining member of the once famous Braddock wrestling family, a family now fully converted to the Noel royal lineage and I am its leader.  I am its Queen.”

She points a long slender finger at the camera. “Soon, IWC, you will bow and worship me as YOUR Queen.”

Mason Van Stanton pulls up a chair, which resembles a throne in all actuality.   Julia gently sits down in it. “Are you comfortable, my queen?”

“Yes, Mason.  Thank you.”

“This is where Julia belongs.  On a royal throne.” Mason interjects. “And soon you will ALL bow before her!”

Julia nods in agreement. “I will make my debut on RIOT against Lilith Evans and Amanda Blayze.”

She shakes her head in disgust. “Poor, poor Amanda.  Your career is in a rut all because of Silas World.  Everywhere you turn, there they are, screwing you over.  You never can and you never will advance your career, all because of Silas World.”

“Now you find yourself up against me and Lilith.  Me, I’m the newcomer.  I am considered the ‘rookie’ of IWC.  And as for Lilith, well she’s hardly involved in anything lately.  She’s a nobody.”

The would-be queen snickers. “Amanda, you were once a contender for the Queen of the Ring Title, and the Evolution title, and now here you are up against a rookie and a nobody.  My how the mighty have fallen.”

“But both of you will quickly realize that I am NOT just any other rookie making her IWC debut.  I am not just any newcomer.  I am the once and future queen.  I am royalty.  And you will all, each and every one of you, beginning with you two bitches, will bow at my feet and worship me.  I will make IWC my own personal playground and I will do with each and every one of you as I please.  No one can stop me.”

“Especially not you Amanda Blayze, especially not you Lilith Evans.  I am the new world order of IWC.  Get used to it.  Learn to love it.”

Mason Van Stanton steps back into the front. “I told everyone…”

He shakes his head “…no, no, I WARNED everyone that the Noel family would rise again.  Gloria Noel was a joke.  Julia is the real deal.  Julia is The British Bombshell, The REAL Best of Britain…”

He smirks “…and she is all mine!  She is MY client and her reign of dominance in this company begins on RIOT.  Amanda Blayze and Lilith Evans are too busy with their own granny panty wearing nonsense to be able to put up much of a fight against my queen, and soon to be YOUR queen, Julia Noel!”

He cups his hand over his ear. “Do you heart it?”

He pauses for a moment and smirks. “The sound of drums…calling me to war…”

Julia nods in agreement. “War isn’t coming to IWC.  War is here.  We will conquer and you will bow.  Prepare to worship us, peasants.”