Royal Return : Chapter 1

”I did it, Wrestleworld. I came back and put each and every one of you on notice. I made sure you all knew that I still existed. The last time you saw me, I was in a tag team. Estrella had to go get up the duff. She is gonna be on the shelf for a while. Time for the Queen to resume her reign.

Ya see, I am the baddest bitch on the roster and this week I begin proving it all over again. I came out here on the last Dominion to solidify my place amongst the stars. I put Myojin on notice. I put the whole bloody roster on notice.”

Kennedy Matthews is seen sitting on her bed. She puffs on a cigarette as she continues.

”That is when Danse Macabre had to stick his bloody nose where it doesn’t belong. He had to come out with his jazz box and try to win over the crowd, try and take away MY spotlight.

Danse, trying to take away from MY time isn’t smart for ya. It is the dumbest mistake you could ever make. You overstepped your boundaries and over stayed your welcome and for that I must beat your arse. You may have been able to do that bullshit before I came back but my time is MY time and you do NOT interrupt the Queen when she is speaking or posing for the cameras.

You made that mistake. You made it so I already don’t like you. When Kennedy Matthews doesn’t like you, it could potentially be the end of the world. When you cross me, I don’t forget. Ask Ozymandias. Ask Lissie Hope, if the bitch isn’t dead again. When you cross me, I continue to be a thorn in ya fucking side. I continue to hassle ya until ya can’t think straight. It is in me blood.

You need a little history lesson. The Queen isn’t just a moniker I gave myself to seem cool or to seem like a big shot. My mum was the first Queen of the Kingdom, Nanny Matthews. She was simply the best in the ring.

When mum retired my sister, Sadie Matthews, became the Queen. Just like the monarchy we are, she ascended to the throne. I began training for my stay in the States and I became the Princess. I knew my time would one day come.

Sadie’s career was cut short by an accident in a match and thus the current Queen was born. I proudly wear the crown that my sister, God rest her soul, wore to the ring. I am proud to carry on my legacy.”

Kennedy stands up as she stretches a bit and paces the room. She smirks as she continues speaking.

”Danse, what is your legacy? Is it greasy hair and a piece of shit guitar? Do you think you are going to make a name for yourself by interrupting me? Think you are going to make a name off of the fucking Queen of the Kingdom?

Think I am going to allow that, do ya? You aren’t the first to try. You can try to kick the football into the goal but I am going to block you like my name is Allison Hart. I will make sure you don’t get a goal. Keep taking the chance and each time I will slap you back to reality.

Maybe you thought, by interrupting me, you would be a big man and maybe get my attention. Maybe you thought your little pork sword would be suffice as you came out here waving it for all to see, yeah? Here is the thing, I need a real man. I need someone who has manners and class and that is obviously not you. You had the audacity of interrupting me and I will not give ya a pass, I will not let it slide.

I am going to hurt you Danse. I am going to ruin you. I am going to completely make you wish you never came out of the back to interrupt me. Nay. I am going to make you completely wish you never started wrestling.

What happens, Danse, when I tear your whole world in two? What happens when I make you regret every choice you have ever made in your pathetic excuse of a life? What happens when you cross me?”

A devilish smile comes across the face of Kennedy Matthews.

”Then you will call me the Queen of Hearts because it will be OFF...WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Kennedy pops the head off of a Barbie doll as the scene fades to black.