The following is for mature audiences only and may contain content that may make you blush. Viewer Discretion is highly advised.<p align=right>A rose like no other
Off Camera
Its just another day at the Bismount Building as a large conference type room begins to fill up with different men dressed in business attire. Travis Nathaniel Andrews, the founder and chief executive officer of Bismount International is standing near the front of the room. He is dressed in a light grey Armani suit with Vera Wang dress shoes on his feet. The room itself was big enough to entertain an entire starting offense for the Running Rebels football team. A twenty foot oak wood table was sitting in the middle of the room with fifteen cushion lined chairs placed around it. "Where is everyone?" questions Travis as he glances down at his solid gold Rolex watch resting comfortably on his left wrist.
He was waiting for the rest of the board to file into the room before beginning the weekly board meeting. One by one, the nine members of the board filed into the room. Each member greets Travis with a handshake before taking their respective seats. Some are pouring themselves a cup of black coffee while others are positioning their notes in front of them. "Would you like this door shut sir?" asks Wendy, the main secretary for Travis. A simple nod of his head was all she needed as she bowed at the waist and softly closed the door behind her.
"Thank you all for coming," begins Travis as he stands up straight while fixing the front button on his coat. "You didn't give us much choice on the matter Travis," replies Darren Ward, the director of international law for the company. Travis turns his head slightly while giving Darren a smile. "Oh Darren, I can see we are going to get along so well," Travis retorts with a sarcastic tone in his voice. Darren was new to the company so he really didn't know how these meetings went.
As the meeting gets underway, the sound of footsteps approaching alerts one of the analyst on the floor. A high heel striking the tile floor echoes with each step. A woman with flowing red hair finally enters the room as a loud gasp escapes from the workers. "Where is Travis?" asks Ruby as Wendy looks side to side. "Earth to Wendy," she says again while waving her hand in front of Wendy's face. Wendy's unnatural silence was beginning to annoy Ruby. "Hey bitch feast, where is my hunk of a man?" asks Ruby again while leaning down to glare into Wendy's eyes.
"Mr. Andrews is currently in a very important meeting," a voice rings out as Ruby leans back up. She casually looks over her shoulder to see Shawna Jennings standing there in an emerald colored blouse with a beige pencil skirt and her dirty blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. "Well, I see you finally show up to work Shawna," replies Shawna. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me Ms. Rose," snaps Shawna as she is writing something down on her trusty clipboard.
Shawna quickly gives a smirk to Wendy before stepping away from the desk. She slowly moves toward Shawna and looks down at the clipboard. "Whatcha writing Shawna?" asks a curious Ruby. "I'm jotting down Mr. Andrews's itinerary for the next few months," answers Shawna. Ruby playfully nods her head until it dons on her. "What meeting?" asks Ruby as Shawna lifts her head up.
A strong sigh coupled with a few eye rolls are just the first response from Shawna. "If you must know. Travis called for a meeting with the board to discuss somethings over and to come up with a plan to fix the fuck up you created in Japan," answers Shawna as she looks back down at the clipboard. "What do you mean by that? Ralph Lorenzo was the one who fucked things up. How can Travis call for a board meeting? Doesn't he need my consent?" questions Ruby.
"My brother can do whatever he wants to do with his company," answers a voice as Ruby shifts her head to the side. Ruby looks shocked to see Sandra standing inside the building as a huge gulp goes down her throat. "Sandra, what are you doing here?" asks a nervous Ruby as Sandra is standing there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Wendy paged me," answers Sandra. Ruby looks a little frightened as Sandra lunges toward the woman who ruined her birthday. Shawna doesn't seem to notice as the conference room door slowly opens.
"What is going on out here?" shouts Travis as Ruby looks at him. Sandra stands up while fixing her clothes. "Who let you back into MY building?" asks Travis as he points at Ruby. Ruby raises her hands up but Travis waves them away. "Travie, why didn't you call me about this meeting? Am I still the Chief Financial officer of this company?" asks Ruby as she looks into her man's eyes. "I'm sorry Ms. Rose but we can't let a scroundrel like you remain an officer in this company. Per orders from Mr. Andrews, you are hereby stripped of any title you have acquired and must vacate the premises," answers Jessica McKnight, the current Vice President of talent relations. Ruby shakes her head while looking at Travis. "I will not leave until Travie speaks to me," responds Ruby as Travis walks around her.
He reaches the front desk, motions for the phone and stands with half his torso pointed towards the exit. "There is nothing to talk about Ruby. You fucked up my chances to become Internet Champion. You cause an unnecessary drama at my kid sister's birthday party. On top of it all, you stole from me. Now, I'm giving you this one chance to leave on your own or else," replies Travis as he places one hand around the phone. "Are you seriously blaming me for your own fuck ups? What did I steal from you?" Ruby fires back as Travis looks at her. "You stole everything Ruby. First, you stole money from my own personal safe in my home. Second, you stole my plans to build a hotel in Japan. Finally, you stole my victory at Violent Conduct 3. Now you either leave or else," warns Travis as Ruby stands her ground.
Travis shakes his head while picking up the phone. He presses the number one on the keypad as two men dressed in dark blue appear. "Gentlemen, escort this trollop out of my building. Make sure she doesn't come back," orders Travis as he steps away. Sandra steps toward Ruby, lands a hard slap across Ruby's face and runs after her older brother. The two men grab Ruby by the arms as Shawna lifts her head up. "Goodbye bitch," says Shawna as she slowly follows after. Tears are beginning to form in her eyes as Ruby is escorted out of the building.<p align=right>From Rose colored glasses to a blood colored canvas
On Camera
A monitor showing the variety of security cameras with different angles comes into view as one screen shows Ruby getting dragged out of the building. Another angle shows employees enjoying their lunch while observing their lunch break. One camera looks to have been enlarged as it shows Travis Nathaniel Andrews entering his large office with his arm wrapped around his sister's neck and Shawna slowly entering behind them. A loud sigh escapes from Sandra who plops down onto the leather couch near the farside of the room. A large teakwood desk sits in the middle of the room as Travis slams both hands on top of it. "I'm so sick of getting treated like some washed up has been who can't win a damn match. Shawna, what's on the itinerary today?" asks Travis as he tries to shake what just happened out of his mind.
Travis was still fuming over what transpired at Violent Conduct 3. Travis knew he had Despayre beat but Ruby Rose took that from him. Travis had hoped for another shot but he got shot down from an unlikely source. "The only thing on my schedule is you facing Ben Jordan once again," answers Shawna as Travis's mood begins to change just slightly.
"Ben Jordan vs TNA 3, that is a good start I guess. I mean it's not that troll or that penniless fuck but it will do. Mark Ward had better come to his fucking senses or his going to regret sending a puke face ogre my way. I am quite positive Ben Jordan is going to come waltzing into this much with his nose so far up his own butt that he can't smell the storm that coming towards him. I know Ben is going to say that I love hearing the sound of my own voice and he couldn't be more wrong about that. However, I'm not the one threatening to leave because I'm not getting my way. I mean what is with these bumbling idiots huh. You think just because they win a few championships that they can just joke about leaving. That isn't the sign of a good champion. That's the sign of a lazy champion," Travis states while glancing around the room.
"Ben does hold two victories over you so remember that," reminds Shawna as Travis looks at her.
"You don't have to remind me Shawna but since you brought it up. Ben Jordan needed help from outside sources to defeat me. He couldn't do it in his own. The first match, his pal Drake Greene got involved. The second time it was Brother Grimm. So tell me Shawna, how can a guy who claims to be the best of the best need such treachery to help him win. Let's not forget, the walking drumstick has been wrestling in a tag team for months. Which means his solo legs will wobbly at best. Ben won't have anyone to tag in when his head gets smashed into every turnbuckle that is available. Ben will have to rely on that Cockney spirit of his in order to gain any kind of upper hand against me. I know that I'm brash, cocky and arrogant but dammit I still can go in that ring. I won't need some stupid partner watching my back. I just need my brains against your brawn.
Ben Jordan will come to Climax Control thinking Mark Ward gift wrapped a belated Christmas present in the form of me. That is what you are hoping for anyway right Ben. You want this to be just a present well I got news for ya. You won't like what Mark gave you because instead of an easy victory. He gift wrapped you a devastating defeat. I don't care what Mark Ward says because his golden boy is going to get the same treatment that the old man will get come Inception," Travis pauses in order to catch his breath.
"Travie, do you promise to snap Ben Jordan's leg in half? Could you leave him in a bloody, broken mess?" asks Sandra.
A sly smirk comes across Travis's face as he looks toward his sister.
"Don't you worry Sandra, I plan on driving my foot directly through Ben Jordan's head and crush his puny elf brain under my boots. Jamie Dean won't even be able to identify poor Ben once I get finished mangling his face. I'm done playing by house rules. Starting this Climax Control, I'll be playing by MY rules. What? You assholes got a problem with that. Well, you ass clowns can cry me a fucking river, build a damn bridge and DEAL WITH IT," answers Travis as he walks back over towards Shawna as the camera feed cuts out.
