It felt like the next hour was in fact a few moments. A mop of blonde hair hovered above an absolutely livid expression that Ruby would mark for were it not levelled straight at her… Then she realised she might not get another shot and took a risk; "Oh my gosh you're Goodwitch! I was at Fall Brawl VI can I have your autograph!"

The veteran's eyes narrowed further and face crumpled in disgust and moments later Ruby sat in a cheap folding chair in front of a generic plastic table. A swinging lamp sat somewhere in the abyss surrounding her, she knew this because it would flicker intermittently. Every moment that passed she became less sure that she was supposed to get in a brawl with Roman Torchwick in public. In fact, judging by the red on Goodwitch's face on the air cab, she was beginning to think she'd somehow offended her.

Maybe she didn't like doing autographs…

The door in front of her slowly crept open, two silhouettes digging into her eyes like twin spears as they rose from the floor dramatically. First came the woman, weighing in at 190 pounds Goodwitch was billed as "Remnant's most dangerous." Partly due to her surprising aptitude for hard hitting matches and partly due to her out of ring escapades and personality - she was perhaps the toughest wrestler in the business.

Well until Yang gets her debut that is.

She wasted no time in laying into Ruby, instead of right hands she threw countless cold barbs of the verbal variety at her. Most of which flew over her head in account of their ridiculous verbosity… in fact why was she even in trouble?

"And you decided to start wrestling someone with zero preparation, a green child like yourself could have been hurt much more than the quite frankly miniscule bruising on your ribs; if you want to even think about progressing into a career in sports entertainment perhaps you should pause for even a fragment of a second to consider that just maybe the wrestling segment that you knew nothing about and in fact had little to absolutely conceivable reason might be any of your business might in fact be booked for a much more experience, influential and all around talented individual than yourself!" She slammed a hand down on the table, causing Ruby to glance over the countless miniscule little scars nestling on her skin. Her knuckles… were freshly bruised.

A sage and quite frankly magnetic voice seemed to flood the room with it's tones. Washing away the rage and shame that Goodwitch wore like a cowl. "Now Glynda, wasn't punching Roman enough to soothe your temper? Or are you really going to blame a young prodigy for wrestling first and thinking second?" He produced a plate of cookies and a mug of coffee that steamed so much it may as well have been brewed with gunpowder. The look that passed between the two suggested, intimacy, understanding and a faint sense of mocking all lying beneath the surface of a stern telling off. Goodwitch dusted down her tights and top as a matter of habit before storming off.

"Now you, my girl…" He paused for a second, leaning in close and lowering his mug mid-sip. "Have silver eyes."

She stumbled over her words for a long time, before stuttering out a "Y-yeah…" flushing in embarrassment she quickly began stuffing her mouth with cookies much to her interrogator's amusement. "Let me guess. Your mother's name is Summer and you're from patch." She was pretty sure her eyes must have grown twice the size as his words flowed freely, "Which means your father is Taiyang and I will have to explain to him why his daughter is on the news working with Roman's crime family." He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, he took a seat opposite her leaning on his arm. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Stone Cold Steve Ozpin, she gushed; two time TV Champ, two time US champ, six time tag champion across three different promotions, second ever million dollar champion, two time intercontinental champion, five time RRF world heavyweight champion, ex King of the Kingdom, three time Remnant Rumble winner, the fifth ever triple crown champion and as of last month a hall of famer!" She gushed in one breath. Before pausing, realising she missed something; "And head booker at Beacon Force Wrestling!" She added a bit too loudly enthusiastically… she had got out of her chair at some point.

Instead he just smiled, "Well hello."

"Hi." she chirped as he produced a scroll, featuring totally civilian and not at all planted cameraman's footage of her work outside WWF.

"Now where did a sweet young girl like you learn to wrestle like this?" He said leaving her a chance to give her name.

"Ruby - Ruby Rose." She smiled before getting lost in the footage on the scroll, all she could think of was how her dropkick was a heartbeat too quick and she might have taken a less experienced wrestler's head off. She should really apologise to Grey Michaels and holy dust did her splash look that cool when she - okay that was not a great landing but…

"It's good that you like to review your match and yes, you show a lot of promise. But maybe we should focus on who taught you how to work?" He asked as kindly as possible.

"Oh! Yes umm, I've been studying at SFW for almost a year now. But..." She began before hesitating…

"But none of those instructors knew how to teach the style you wanted. If I remember correctly SFW is run by The Steel Sheik now?" Ozpin seemed to be on the verge of laughing at some joke.

"So I remembered my Mom used to wrestle. Though Dad doesn't talk about it…" She reached for another cookie breaking it in half to try and stay focused.

"I worked with her when I was young. My Condolences…"

"So I asked my uncle Qrow." She smiled trying to hide the shaking of her hand.

"That Dusty old man remembers enough to teach you all this?" He mused for a moment, "So why does an adorable girl like you want to wrestle?"

"Well, my sister and I have always loved wrestling! It's like acting but so much more. You tell stories with your body and get to be the kind of person you always want to be instead of… a lonely little girl who nobody takes seriously." She kind of trailed off, blushing at overplaying her hand.

The silence was deafening. She felt the need to break it, "And I'm sixteen. That makes me an adult."

"Indeed." He offered a hand, "If you want to be a wrestler, tell stories like the best, wrestle like the best and most importantly…" He jabbed her bruised ribs with a cane he had hidden by his chair, causing her to wince and double over, "Learn to do it all safely."

She couldn't believe her ears.

"We have a place for you at Beacon. It will be a long road, it will be difficult, there are time when you will wish you had just stayed at SFW and washed out of the industry. But we will make you whoever you want to be."

"I won't let you down!" She screamed shaking his hand with all the fatigue of that night forgotten.

"I don't believe you will. But let's phone your father… Or would you rather I fetched your sister first?"