Bree Swift had picked up another victory, this time in tag team action with her partner, Mr. Mean Street. They were picking up momentum in the tag team division but Bree was more interested in her singles future, namely the Queen of the Ring tournament and her Hardcore Championship. So far in the Queen of the Ring only one woman had advanced, Katherine Stryfe and she also just so happened to be Bree's opponent on Adrenaline. It was another chance to prove her dominance in the ring and prove once and for all she was the Hardcore Bitch and so to be Queen Bitch of UWF.

Bree was sitting in the casino in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada, in front of a roulette table. Her legs were crossed and she was wearing a tight black dress, her Hardcore Championship draped across her lap as the camera crew looked on at her. Surronding her were fans and just tourists wondering what was going on. Bree had a red drink in her hand and her other arm was on the back of her chair as she took a sip from her straw with an amused smirk on her face. She loved Las Vegas, it was full of sex, money and every other sin that could be imagined. She felt at home there but as the cameras came to life and they told her they were rolling, Bree set her drink on the table and smiled into the camera.

BREE SWIFT: Sin City, huh? I mean this is the kind of place a girl like me could get used to. Free drinks, handsome men, sexy women, gambling and any other terrible, sinful thing you want is at your fingertips. This is a place were dreams can come true and where nightmares become a reality too. You can lose your house, you can lose your car, you can lose your career or even your loved ones because of the things you do here. It is Sin City and for some it is a terrible place to be avoided but for others, like me, it is a place to sit back and enjoy the ride. I can do that though because I'm the one calling the shots. I am the one who people open doors for and who people move out of the way for. I'm someone who matters. I get things done and this town respects that. This town respects a girl like Bree Swift.

Bree stopped, looking around at the people who were watching her and snapping photos. She licked her lips, playing with her lip ring for a second before turning back towards the camera.

BREE SWIFT: But my opponent this week on Adrenaline isn't like me. No, she is different and she isn't a Sin City kind of girl the way I see it. Yeah, she has been on a roll lately too. She is tearing up the CWC Ascension tournament and she won a few matches here in UWF even but I'm not impressed. She took out Shun and Sabra and some other people but not me. Those people are talented though, sure, I'll never take away that from them. I mean Sabra is a damn icon in this ring in my opinion, one of the best UWF has ever seen. Katherine got a win over Sabra which might scare some people but to me it shows she is talented but she isn't Bree Swift. There is good like Katherine then there is great like me.

Now I'm sure some people will act like she's done more then me but most of her accomplishments come from other companies. She wanders into UWF and expects to be treated like some sort of Goddess because she was hot shit somewhere else. The fact is that those places don't matter. Nothing you ever did in your past matters when you step inside the ring with me. No matter how good you are and how many fancy championships you won as soon as that bell rings you are mine and I don't give a shit about your career. I don't give a shit about much honestly. All I care about is what is in my future and what I want. What I want this week is to beat your face into the mat until I see blood. Not the nicest goal in the world but it'll make me smile. I don't think much of you, Katherine, I just think about you long enough to come up with ways to beat you. I have so many ideas already swimming in my head on how to maim, hurt and torment you already. I can't wait for Adrenaline.

Bree stopped again, taking her drink off the table and taking a sip from it. She then crossed her long legs, showing a bit of skin to the camera with a twinkle in her eye as she did. She then put her drink back as she spoke.

BREE SWIFT: But then what are you doing to prepare? I mean I'm here inside the MGM Grand, having a great night but I took the time out to talk about this match. I took time out of my night life to discuss how much I want to hurt you but all you do Katherine is blog. Seriously? That is all you are going to do? Write a damn blog? Nobody is going to go to your stupid blog and read that crap. Nobodies cares about your personal feelings. What are you? A 14 year old girl? Why don't you become a woman, put your boots on and step in front of the camera…. Oh wait, you don't do that because nobody is interested in looking at you.

Seriously look around UWF and look at the other Stunners. There is me, I'm gorgeous, successful and I get anything I want whenever I want it. Then there are other new ladies like Brandi Storm or Lola O'Neil, they are babes. I would go straight out lesbo for either of them but if you wanted some I would turn and walk away. You are a reject, Katherine and nobody has been willing to say it up until now. You probably got chased out of whatever company you worked for before which is why you are in UWF now. I mean I plan on chasing you out of UWF on Adrenaline myself. There isn't room for you in my ring anymore. I let you play nice for a bit but it is over. You need to go and I'll be the one removing you personally.

Why can't you stay? Because you want to be Queen of the Ring, Katherine. You want what is rightfully mine. I'm the Queen of UWF, I'm the Hardcore Bitch and I'm the one who will soon be holding the Hardcore and the Tag Team Championships. I'll have all the gold, all the titles and all the fame around here so there is no room for me to share. It is all going to be mine so you might as well go back to whatever rock you crawled out from and get out of my face. Sadly I know you won't do that though. I know you'll stick around and you'll come to the ring on Adrenaline looking for a fight. You won't get a fight from me, Katherine, all you are going to get from me is an ass kicking. I'm going to hurt you, humiliate you and most importantly humble you. There is one thing I will never do though, Katherine…

Bree pushed herself up off her chair, holding on to her Hardcore Championship in her hand as she moved closer to the camera with a smirk still on her face. She was enjoying insulting Katherine simply because Katherine seemed to love making herself sound great.

BREE SWIFT: I'm never, ever going to respect you. I don't respect losers and your little undefeated record in UWF is coming to a violent end. Too bad, so sad but your time is done. Act like a snarky, smart ass as you hide behind your computer and blog all day but you'll never be me and you'll never beat me. What you will do is realize why they call me the Hardcore Bitch, Katherine. I'll see you in the ring… Try to teach me to respect you, I dare you.

Bree then turned, grabbing her drink off the table again and smiling into the camera. She then turned, walking out of the frame as the camera crew stopped filming. The producer, Mike Hauton, in charge of the shoot stood over in front of Bree with a nod of his head and a grin on his face.

MIKE HAUNTON: Excellent job, Bree. You really brought the fire out there.

BREE SWIFT: Shut the hell up. I wasn't looking for your approval. I was just making sure my opponent knew to keep out of my face.

MIKE HAUNTON: Okay… Okay. I'm sorry.

BREE SWIFT: Stop being sorry and shut up and get the hell out of here. I have some partying to do and the quicker you get this shit out of the casino the quicker things will pick up in here.

MIKE HAUNTON: You know you really are a…

BREE SWIFT: I know I am but if you say it then I swear to God I'll smash your face into that roulette table until it looks like a plate of ground beef, got it?

MIKE HAUNTON: Yes, ma'am.

Mike rolled his eyes as Bree crossed her arms and leaned up against a slot machine. She could go to the club but she knew everyone was out here wondering what kind of film or show was being made so they wouldn't be dancing which is where she wanted to be. She loved Vegas because she could get away with whatever she wanted and find anyone to take home at the end of the night.

MIKE HAUNTON: Hey Bree.

BREE SWIFT: I thought you were shutting up?

MIKE HAUNTON: The crew has got the wrapping up handled. I was more curious about something.

BREE SWIFT: No, I don't want to taste your balls.

MIKE HAUNTON: What?!

BREE SWIFT: Just ask your dumb question.

MIKE HAUNTON: Oh… Well you were obviously drinking something on camera there and from what I remember you aren't allowed to be drinking, right? Aren't you on a probation for showing up in the ring drunk one time or something.

Bree turned to face him, taking the last drink her her Cosmo and setting it down on top of the vending machine. She shook her head, annoyed that people were watching her so closely but then she smirked.

BREE SWIFT: Are you worried about me? Are you going to go run to Eddie Kassidy and tattle on me or something? Gotta watch Bree all the time and make sure she doesn't bend one of your precious UWF rules.

MIKE HAUNTON: I was just wondering because you were on camera…

BREE SWIFT: Stop wondering and shut up. My probation period is over, jackass. I'm done with that stupid drug therapy too. I can do whatever I want when I want to do it again and UWF can go fuck themselves if they have a problem.

MIKE HAUNTON: I didn't know…

BREE SWIFT: Which is why you should keep your mouth shut. I'm tired of UWF officials bugging me. Kassidy wants me to blow him, Dr. Coke wants to hear my daddy issues and now you are watching to make sure I'm a good girl. Fuck that. I don't care what the staff think. They need me more then I need them. I'm the Hardcore Champion and they aren't going to can me because I'm worth too much to this company. I do things nobody else will which is what the fans want to see.

MIKE HAUNTON: I'm sorry, Bree, I will just finish up here.

BREE SWIFT: Good. I have more important places to be.

Bree waved at a waitress going by and pointed at her drink. Mike turned to help out the camera guys finish packing up the lights so he could get away from Bree, who was obviously on her way to getting drunk already that night. Bree leaned back against the slot machine, watching them finish up but quickly getting bored and pushing her way through the crowd. She was done there and she wanted to dance before preparing her match on Adrenaline. She was heading straight up the ladder in UWF and she couldn't let Katherine Stryfe keep her down.