A door slams as boot heels can be heard moving rather quickly across a hardwood floor, the clicks drowned out by the approach to a room where music can be heard loudly playing. Ivy, assistant to Lady Apple Coren rushes up and knocks on the large door of the room that is the only silencer to the music. A strident voice can be heard from inside.
Voice: Come in!
Ivy pushes open the door and moves into the room that is dominated by a large fourposter bed with curtains of red and apple green velvet surrounding it. On the fancy quilt is a bunch of suitcases in various stages of packing. Ivy looks around but doesn’t see the owner of the room.
Ivy the Assistant: Milady I have the information you were asking for. You will need to provide your signature for the increased insurance that I was required to take out for this tour. I also regret to tell you that Mr Ward and Mr Underwood have informed our legal team that they are not going to cover the increased cost for the travel insurance.
Apple Coren moves out of the large walk in closet that is on the opposite side of the bed with an armful of scraps of clothes and swimwear. She glares at Ivy who shrinks slightly under the glare. Apple lets the armful drop into an open suitcase before crossing her arms over her chest and raising one perfect eyebrow in question.
Apple Coren: Are you trying to tell me that the bosses are putting us wrestlers in harms way and are not covering the increase in insurance. What pray tell will happen should that Hurricane Dalton that is building up in the Caribbean causes us to be injured or worse, break a nail?
The sarcasm is thick as Apple tilts her head inquiringly. Ivy shrugs as she doesn’t have any answers to Apple’s question. Instead, she moves to the side of the bed opposite Apple and then pulling the luggage towards herself, she begins to fold the clothing and straightening up the bag for Apple who now begins to pace.
Ivy the Assistant: One supposes ma’am that one would purchase extra insurance like you did. Besides, the first stop on the tour is in Aruba and that is well out of the path of Dorian.
Apple Coren: Dorian? Who is Dorian and why are we out of the path of him?
Ivy laughs at the comment not seeing that Apple had been serious. Apple huffs angrily getting Ivy’s attention. Realizing that Apple is serious, the smile leaves Ivy’s face as she struggles to answer without angering Lady Coren.
Ivy the Assistant: The Hurricane is named Dorian, not Dalton. I beg your pardon, I thought that you were tugging at me leg when you didn’t know who Dorian was.
Apple Coren: Of course I was because I knew that the Hurricane was Dorian not Dalton. So I suppose we will just have to worry that the colonies aren’t hit too hard while we are there.
Apple waves off her mistake as Ivy finishes the clothing in the first suitcase then moves slightly to pick up a piece of a swimsuit
Ivy the Assistant: I am sure that everything will be all right milady. They will make sure that you are taken care of in Aruba.
Apple Coren: So I suppose we will just have to worry that the colonies aren’t hit too hard while we are there. Do you suppose we will have to remain in the islands for the whole tour?
Ivy the Assistant: I would say that yes we will have to remain on tour with the rest. Your father has indicated that you will not have the ability to fly back and forth as he will need to use the plane himself over the tour dates. It is commercial for us during the Paradise Lost tour.
Apple stops and acts faint as she collapses on the settee with one hand going to her forehead in a dramatic fashion as she sighs. Ivy looks on in concern.
Ivy the Assistant: Milady?
Apple Coren: You have just said that we are going to have to mingle with the unwashed masses on this tour. If that is the case, I need you to go to the shops and prepare for me a rather large purchase of antibacterial lotion, breath mints and noise cancelling headphones. Put it on Daddy’s credit card and hurry back so we can pack and be on our way to Aruba. At least I will get one or two days of sun if I can.
Ivy the Assistant: Very good ma’am. I suggest while I’m out, you talk about your opponent or at least find out who she is.
Ivy gets to her feet and moves towards the door turning back to call out to her boss.
Ivy the Assistant: You are facing newcomer Bella Madison by the way.
Apple Coren: Another rookie? Good lord save me from new bombshells. What does Christian Underwood and Mark Ward think I am good for? Once again punishing me by making me put a debuting bombshell through the wringer. I can’t be arsed to talk about her now because I need to get this packing finished. So…
*SNAP*
The view changes to show the beachside cabanas of the Aruba Ritz Carleton where Apple Coren is seen in a revealing bikini as she soaks in the sun of the Caribbean. The camera moves closer which prompts her to rise slightly and smile at the camera as she reaches for the silvered shades that hide her eyes. She puts them to the side as she begins to speak.
Apple Coren: Here I am enjoying the sun and surf of Aruba and I have yet to hear from my opponent. I don’t know whether it is because she is scared or that she is smart enough to know that she doesn’t stand a chance in the ring with me considering that I am invigorated to know that I am moving on in the division with my eyes set on the heights of championship gold. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not pathetic enough like some of the other bombshells in the division who seem to think that if they whine or speak up about deserving the title shots without earning them. Of course people will say that I do that but never once have I asked or demanded or begged for a shot nor will I because I am better than that.
Brushing a hand through her dark curls as she then tosses her head as a drink is set beside her on the small table by a young man who smiles. She waves him off with a smile and a wink then Apple brings the straw to her lips and takes a small sip of the frosty drink before beginning to speak again.
Apple Coren: This week I am facing a debuting Bella Madison who seems to be rather silent on her debut against yours truly. Now maybe my reputation has proceded me which has her struck dumb in fear or she is someone that can’t string two words together to speak about her match or opponent. And if that is the case, her career choice leaves much to be desired if you ask me.
Sighing, she sips again at the straw before setting the glass to the side.
Apple Coren: So rather than wasting time wondering just what it is that has her so silent, let me just tell you right now what I have planned for that match against Bella. And believe me, I do have some definite plans for this match.
Apple’s lips curl in a sneer as she brings her hair over one shoulder then leans back into the chaise.
Apple Coren: My plan is to win, simple as. Oh sure I am quite certain there will be myriad bombshells who will tell you that I couldn’t win if I was in a match with myself but I need to let you know that I have decided that I am done being the source of all that contempt and prove once and for all that when I put my mind to something, I am undefeatable. And it is going to start this week at Climax Control when I face Bella Madison. Sadly, it means that Bella will begin her career in SCW with a loss. And with that, I am bored and am finished talking until Climax Control. It has been your pleasure I am sure.
Dismissing the cameraman who had been filming her, she pulls the silvered glasses from the table and slides them over her eyes and begins to ignore any and every one as the view is obscured by the bright glare of sunlight off the white sands.
