King Von Imagines

Don't Play With Her

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The bass from the club's speakers rattled the floor as the cameras rolled, capturing every moment for Baddies Midwest. Katarina—better known as Rina—was already two drinks in, feeling herself in a way that only a bad bitch could. The lights hit just right, her hair laid to perfection, and the diamonds around her neck shimmered like they had their own spotlight.

The producers were eating this up, the club scene was Baddies gold, and the night was just getting started. That was, until the energy in the room shifted.

Rina was mid-laugh with her homegirls when she heard an eruption of excited screams from the entrance. She turned her head and locked eyes with the one person who could flip her whole mood in an instant.

King Von.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as he made his way toward her, his signature smirk pulling at his lips. He wasn't just her man—he was that man, and when he stepped in, all eyes were on him.

"Surprise, baby," he murmured against her ear, arms snaking around her waist.

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You just couldn't stay away, huh?"

"Nah," he chuckled, looking her up and down. "Had to come see my girl in action."

Before she could respond, movement from the side caught her attention. One of the other cast members—some girl who had been trying to stir drama all season—sashayed up to Von like she had lost her damn mind.

She twirled a strand of her wig and bit her lip, voice dripping in fake sweetness. "Damn, Von... you look even better in person."

Von just chuckled, sipping from a bottle of Hennessy, amused but uninterested.

Rina blinked. Oh, this bitch is bold.

The girl wasn't done. She reached out, running her fingers down Von's arm like she was testing her limits. "You need to let me take you on a real tour of the Midwest." She licked her lips, eyes flickering between him and Rina.

Von smirked, shaking his head. "You wild."

Rina stepped forward, her voice dripping in warning. "You tryna be funny or you tryna be bold?"

The girl crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Ain't nobody even talking to you, Rina. Damn."

Von barely reacted, just grinning like he always did when shit was about to pop off. He knew his girl too well.

Confessional:

The screen cuts to Rina sitting in the Baddies Midwest confessional room, her hair slicked into a high ponytail, acrylics tapping against the armrest of her chair.

"First of all, why is this bitch even talking to my man? Like, are you dumb or are you stupid? 'Cause it gotta be one of the two."

She raises an eyebrow before leaning closer to the camera.

"You see, I don't play about mine. And Von? He think this shit funny, but I don't. So at this point? Imma have to show shorty real quick why she need to back the fuck up."

Back to the Club Scene:

Before the chick could get any closer, Rina stepped right in front of Von, blocking her path. The whole club seemed to pause, people sensing the shift in energy.

"Sweetheart, you must be lost," Rina said, tilting her head.

The girl scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Damn, it's not that serious—"

Wrong answer.

Rina swung first. Fast. Clean. The girl barely had time to process before she was stumbling back, clutching her face. Gasps erupted. Drinks spilled. Security tried to move in, but Rina wasn't done yet.

She lunged again, fists connecting with whatever she could reach. The girl yelped, flailing, but she had nothing on Rina.

Von? He was grinning.

"Damn, baby, chill," he laughed, finally stepping in and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her back.

Rina was heated, still trying to get at the girl, nails flashing like claws. "Play with somebody else, bitch!"

The cameras were rolling. This was about to be the most talked-about moment of the season.

Von pulled her close, amusement lacing his voice. "Aight, aight, you made your point, gang."

Rina huffed, but let him hold her, her heart still racing. She turned around, snatching the bottle of Hennessy straight from Von's hand and taking a long swig like she was cooling off. The burn in her throat wasn't nearly as satisfying as seeing the chick laid out on the floor.

Von laughed, shaking his head. "You good now?"

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, passing the bottle back. "I'm straight."

Twitter & IG Explosion:

Within minutes, clips of the fight were all over social media.

Within minutes, clips of the fight were all over social media.

@TheShadeRoom: Not Rina laying hands on a cast member mid-filming! Y'all think she was in the right or out of pocket?

@BaddiesTea: Rina said "Don't play with me, play with ya mama." The way she snatched that bottle after beating shorty's ass? ICONIC.

@KingVonUpdates: Von was holding her back but grinning the whole time like this some regular Tuesday for them

The comments went crazy.

@itsJazzy: The way Von ain't even try to stop her forreal... he love that toxic shit lmao

@BigLuna: Rina is the FIRST Baddie to actually throw hands ON SCREEN and WIN. We witnessing history.

@VonFanPage: Why Von laughing while holding her back like she ain't just rock that girl's shit

Back in the club, security finally got the chick up off the floor, and the cameras kept rolling.

Rina adjusted her dress, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"They knew not to play with me before. Now? I dared them to try it again."

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