A Public Service Announcement
The camera focused on a simple desk one would normally see in some C.E.O's office. To be frank: the woman who sat behind that desk was tougher, smarter, and possibly even more wealthier than any C.E.O on the planet that wasn't the President. Even then though, she could be the President if she wanted. The audience, silent in one of their rare moments, heard a distinct sound many heard and felt a cadre of emotions when hearing.
Click, click, click of white heels on the non-rugged floor.
A woman, average of height and weight but who had the look of a retired fighter to her, walked in front of the camera with a purpose. She strutted to the desk and sat down with a quiet squeak to the chair. This woman had obviously dyed dark red hair, and the red biohazard symbols tattooed on each of her hands could be seen clearly by many. She wore a white business like/dress suit jacket, white matching women's dress pants, and stiletto boots. She then cleared her throat.
"Many of you, if not all of you, should know who I am." The woman had a pure business and authoritative sound to her middle ranged, alto voice. "My name," she paused "is Susan Stone. Susan Stone, the owner…of Rumble Roses and practical god in the world of business. I know what's best for business and I believe you all know I do."
The audience was gripped every time when this woman talked and no one even coughed when she spoke now.
"It's been a long time since I in the matchmaking spot of this business gave a thought to the Rumbleverse and there hasn't been much talk about that, though we all know this to be on your minds. The time has come for that to start again and we can hopefully take your request into better consideration now that we feel the girls," she sighs "and even members of the staff, can wrestle and beat each other senseless…for your amusement."
A faint mumbling started amongst the crowd and a smirk of amusement crossed Susan's face as she folded her hands and rested her chin on them. It's like she could hear them, and she quite possibly could, because she didn't speak until they stopped.
She then leaned back in her comfy chair and crossed her feet on the desk. "The first order of business is to discuss the main event for tonight's showing. It will have only but one specific to it: the returning brawling rose, the heart break girl, THE Kary Hart must be in it."
A cheer erupted for the rose who had been gone because she wanted to take a break, surprising to say for her and everyone else, of the sport she's come to love even more than her life itself.
"I can hear you from back here," Susan started in a mischievous and almost seductive like manner before growing in an excited intensity, "so get your asses to your computer, to your tablet, to your Ipad, or to anything else with an internet connection to cast your ideas in."
The cheers were starting to turn to quick rushes of the nearest Internet sources in their pockets, but the owner of Rumble Roses wasn't done there until she had said her signature phrase.
She chuckled, "Lets roll" then she winked and the camera cut.
A/N: I am truly sorry if this is not what you had hoped for but the good news is I'm going to try and get off my lazy ass. So send in those Kary Hart vs. Rose match ups and I'll choose the one I deem the best fitting one. Remember main even material but not cage match, beach match, or cell match and I will come up with a story for it (gotta get my creative juices flowing don't I?). Other than that, everything's got lift off Houston. If you aren't sure about something send it in anyways. And this time send them in through a private message until I put something up in the summary of the fanfiction to say otherwise. Maybe I'll actually have to figure out a forum to make this easier but anyways, as the great Susan Stone herself said, "Let's roll!"