RP Title:	Record:	Achievements:	OOC:	TBC:
Taste Of Defeat [Silence Is Golden I]	06-00-00	ICWA Women's Champion[Current], BUD Bytch Champion[Current]	Just kicking things off..Read and Enjoy...	Me Only, if I want.

As scenes open up, ICWA Women's Champion Faith Rivers is seen in the basement gym of Casa De WallStreet. She had on her workout clothes and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Though her time in New York with WallStreet had been fun, but it was now time to get back to the grind. She must have been at things for awhile now as the sweat glistened off her body. Faith was seen sitting on a bench that was down there and lifting barbells in each hand. After doing a set of twenty on each arm, Faith put the barbells down at her feet, before reaching for her bottle of water. She twisted off the cap and took a few gulps before going to speak.

"It's that time again. It's time for me to defend my Women's Championship. I guess at this point you can say another show, another title defense. But I don't mind. It's not just what I do, it's what I love. And at this point, no one can say I don't deserve to be called champion. I've beaten everyone from Angelina to Kathrine Storm, and come Silence Is Golden I'm going to add another name to the list, Tani Lyons."

Faith takes another sip of her water, then goes on.

"I'm not even sure how she gets a Women's Championship match, anyway. I mean, what has she done to deserve it? She lost her chance at the #1 Contender's spot and then she bailed on her job as referee. That doesn't sound like a woman who's committed to winning my gold. It sounds like someone who can't get the job done. But for whatever reason Johnathan Brooks put her in this match. Maybe he sees something we don't? Then again from what I hear he's not the sharpest tool out there."

Faith laughed out loudly briefly and with a wave of her hand went on.

"But it doesn't make much difference. I will do what I always do and that's win. So I hope Tani likes the taste of defeat, because come Silence Is Golden, I will hand her another serving. And I will make it a whole lot more sour than Kathrine did. You're so close to the title Tani, you can probably feel it on your fingertips, but in the end the chance at glory will slip right through your fingers...thanks to me.

Faith drained the last of the bottle before standing up from the bench and walking away as scenes faded.

(c.) cruel intentions at daf.