Maryse: ..Too small..way too small..weird shape..
*It would be better left to the imagination just what she was scrolling through. Pacing in front of the table was agent extraordinaire Paul Heyman. The mastermind behind ECW had his hands folded behind his back and a calm look upon his face. He asked Maryse a simple question.*
Paul Heyman: Are you going to win? Are you going to win that Women's Title from A.J. at Summer Slam?
Maryse: Yep.
*Her answer was quick and she didn't look up from her phone's photo gallery.*
Paul Heyman: And why are you going to win?
Maryse: 'Cause that little bitch ruined my ceremony?
Paul Heyman: She did, didn't she? She got the drop on us. Excuse the bad pun. And she's beaten you before. In fact, you haven't beaten her yet.
*Maryse would have typically blurted out "fuck off" at this point. Because she didn't really respect..well..anyone. But she did respect Paul Heyman. And his mind. She began to drum her pink finger nails along the table with a slightly annoyed look.*
Maryse: Things are different.
Paul Heyman: What is different?
*Maryse thought for a moment or two before slowly answering.*
Maryse: ..I've..got..you?
Paul Heyman: No. You aren't winning this match for me. You're winning this match for yourself.
*Heyman's hands tightly gripped the sides of the table that was separating him from Maryse.*
Paul Heyman: You're going to win so you can have the spotlight that you deserve. You're going to win so can FORCE this company to look at you in a different light. After Sunday night, Maryse, opportunities are going to come rolling in. Anything you want you are going to get. You won the Queen of the Ring to get another shot. If you lose tonight..
*Heyman brought his hands together in a clap*
Paul Heyman: It's gone. Just like that. Do you want to start all over again? Everything you've worked so hard for will be for nothing. I ask you again. Are you going to win that Women's Title from A.J. at Summer Slam?
*Maryse was clearing buying into what Heyman was selling. A grin befitting a devil spread across her beautiful face.*
Maryse: Yes.
*Heyman's now had the same sort of grin on his face. He nodded in approval. Maryse's mind was now in the right place. The camera slowly faded from this scene.*
TODAY'S PROMO..!
FOOL'S GOLD!
- Mine, all mine! Mwhaha!
- I'm not even in this one!*Even though Maryse's coronation was crashed she decided she wanted to keep her big, shiny, golden throne. Carrying it around from arena to arena was probably a huge pain but she didn't care. It wasn't as if she was the one who actually had to lug it around. It had made a nice little spot in her locker room plus it was comfy as well. And the arm rests were perfect for drinks. Like the orange flavored big gulp she had positioned next to her. While flicking through a magazine, she folded one leg over the other and took a sip from the huge straw protruding from the cup.*
Todd Grisham: How long do I have to stay like this?
*The blond slowly turned a page and glanced down at the interviewer who was kneeling in front of her.*
Maryse: I don't feel like giving an interview today unless the person doing the interviewing is kneeling. And it's not like you aren't used to being on your knee's anyway, Todd.
Todd Grisham: I'm a happily married man!
Maryse: What's his name?
Todd Grisham: It's a woman!
Maryse: It?
Todd Grisham: Can I PLEASE stand up?
Maryse: Fine, fine. Get up off the floor. The whole "Queen" gimmick is played out anyway. You would be someone's pet in prison, I swear to God.
*Todd stood up and dusted off his suit. He really preferred to interview the Diva's that weren't so vulgar.*
Todd Grisham: Maryse, after winning the Queen of the Ring you are now getting your title opportunity against A.J. Lee. A.J.-
Maryse: "has been on quite a roll, blah blah, taken on all comers, blah, blah" I already know all this! God DAMN you interviewers are predictable!
Todd Grisham: What exactly do you have against her? I know a title opportunity is a very big deal but your attack on her was quite violent. Especially in the Diva's division.
Maryse: Uh, first off, didn't that little dork come CRASHING into my royal coronation? That dress I was wearing cost A LOT of money. I know she gave every dweeb something to stroke over when she came out dressed like..
*The would-be champion had a confused look on her face all of a sudden.*
Maryse: ..whoever the hell she was dressed up as..
Todd Grisham: Bat Girl.
Maryse: BAT DOUCHE. Yeah, she came out dressed like Bat Douche and wrecked everything. I just tossed her face first into the steel steps! Big deal! I was trying to knock some sense into that A.D.D riddled little brain of hers!
Todd Grisham: Quirkyness aside..A.J. did defeat you when you challenged her for the Women's Title some months ago.
*Being reminded of that did not sit well with the queen. She tightly squeezed the cup she had been drinking from and caused the lid to fly off and orange liquid to spill out.*
Maryse: I REMEMBER. That was nothing but pure luck. I guess if I have to say something nice about that little chimp..she's pretty good at doing that little..uh..kick thing she does.
Todd Grisham: Shining Wizard.
Maryse: Why the hell is it called that for?! What does that mean?! Is that some dumb ass video game?
Todd Grisham: It's Japanese.
*Maryse lobbed her monster sized gulp at Todd and he narrowly avoided it by ducking at the last second.*
Maryse: Nobody. Cares. Listen. It's very simple. I'm trying to make something happen here that A.J. can't. Sure, she's different than what people are used to. But there has never, EVER been a Diva like me in this company. A.J. is content with defending her title against whatever slob they toss at her. I want MORE. I want to be the biggest star in this entire company and not just in this piddly little Diva's division. She is very..
*A look of strain appeared on her face as it was a struggle for her to actually say something nice about another living being.*
Maryse: ..unique. Amongst the others in the division. But that's not saying a whole hell of a lot! She's stupid little girl and play time with that title is over for her. I hope she wears her little training panties because scrambling her brains two weeks ago is the very least of her concerns. I am going to hurt her and take that title while I do it. And if I can't get it done in the ring I promise you that I will cut that bitch and steal it from her.
*Todd's jaw understandably dropped.*
Maryse: I'm not joking.
*She folded her arms defiantly and nodded.*
Maryse: I will cut her so badly that she will wish I hadn't cut her so badly. Hopefully it won't come down to that.
Todd Grisham: You are going to WHAT?!
Maryse: Don't act so shocked! She's the nut that dropped from the roof top of an arena! My safety was and my life was in danger. I'll stab a ho before she can stab me. I know a little bit about Bat..Guy..Person. She had one of those utility belt things on. Probably had a bomb in it or something.
Todd Grisham: I don't A.J. was intending on..blowing you up. In fact, I'm sure of it. I believe she wanted to keep this in the spirit of competition. But your attack made that somewhat impossible.
Maryse: Oh boo hoo! Poor little baby A.J. got a boo boo and now she's ready to throw down? GOOD! I want a fight. Because I've been waiting a long ass time and I'm not going home empty handed..which I believe I've covered in depth at this point.
Todd Grisham: Yes you did make it very clear that you would..stab her should you not prove successful.
*Maryse was no longer paying attention to anything Todd was saying at this point. She was day dreaming about how awesome she would look what that title.*
Maryse: ..I'm going to look like such a pimpette when I win that thing. I'm gonna put some diamonds and some shit on it. Maybe a big 'ol sculpture of my head made out of platinum or something.
*Her fantasy was interrupted upon realizing that Todd was still in the room.*
Maryse: GO AWAY! You're mentally cock blocking me right now! MOVE!
*Todd gladly took his leave as Maryse pulled her phone back out and made a quick dial with a push of a button. The scene began to darken as she spoke.*
Maryse: Paul? Yeah I need to talk to a jeweler or something. I've got some amazing ideas for that title once I win it.