LA BONITA
-Bailamos! Let the rhythm take you over! Bailamos!
*Maryse and Paige had been sent on a "team building exercise" by Paul Heyman after their aborted title match at Destiny. And they were getting along swimmingly. Mostly because they had been sent to Mexico's Melia Cabo Real Beach Resort. It was a huge resort retreat in Los Cabos, with more than 300 rooms and one of the largest hotel pools in Mexico. The duo could be found laying out in the sun in matching white lounge chairs. Maryse was wearing a pink bikini while Paige was dressed in a white and light blue striped two piece swim suit. Paige was snow white pale and didn't seem to tan even under the hot sun. The gigantic pool they were relaxing beside had crystal clear water and hostesses brought them both green colored margarita's. Their eyes were covered by sunglasses and they both seemed entirely content. A black cell phone, which was resting next to Paige's skele-cat plushie, wearing it's own bikini for reasons unknown, began to vibrate. The young diva sat up and stared blankly at the number.*
Paige: The office keeps calling us.
Maryse: What do they want?
Paige: Something about a promo.
Maryse: Ugh. Have someone set up a laptop.
*A host, dressed in all white, placed a laptop onto a small table in front of Maryse and Paige. After a moment he got a Skype connection and Todd Grisham appeared on the feed.*
Todd Grisham: Maryse, Paige, thank you for your time.
*Neither moved or acknowledged Todd. It was hard to tell if they were even paying attention because of the dark shades they wore.*
Todd Grisham: You're probably unaware but you have a match this week at Warfare.
*Maryse lazily pulled down her sunglasses*
Maryse: Against who?
Todd Grisham: Maria and Alicia Fox.
*A collective groan escaped both ladies*
Maryse: Again with those two dumb skanks? How many times have I kicked Maria's ass, seriously? Didn't I completely humiliate her last time?
Paige: I'm pretty sure I stood over her with her belt resting on my shoulder.
*Paige threw her hands behind her head and almost yawned*
Maryse: Can't someone go dig up Trish Stratus out of whatever crypt she's buried in? Or go find whatever strip club Torrie Wilson is working at and drag her into a ring? Smacking these two around is getting old, man.
Paige: Can I just HAVE the Sky High title? Everyone knows if Maria defended it against me I would snatch it from her.
Todd Grisham: To be fair, Maria is coming off a successful title defense against three other opponents. And you two seemed to be at odds with one another recently..
Maryse: We're like sisters. We argue. Isn't that right, goth bitch?
Paige: Yes whore.
*The two half halfheartedly fist bumped one another without looking in the others direction.*
Maryse: Maria and Fox have a combined IQ of like sixty.
Paige: That's being generous.
Maryse: While Paige and I are an AMAZING tag team. We have the exact same goals and we hate everyone else way more than we hate each other. We're like Demolition. Or the LOD. Or The Child Molesting Rougeau's.
Todd Grisham: ..I'm pretty sure they were the "Fabulous Rougeaus" not the.."Child Molesting Rougeau's."
Maryse: Whatever. Point is, we're amazing. Oh. Another thing. If that god damn "Pourquoi" song comes on next time I step from behind that curtain I'm going to murder someone. My theme is "Riot Rhythm." Sleigh Bells. That "Pourquoi" shit was McMahon's idea. "Oh, she's French! I bet she wants to come out to this piece of crap!" ..Ugh.
Todd Grisham: I'm not really in charge of that..
Maryse: What ARE you in charge of?
Paige: Not asking interesting questions. That's for sure.
Maryse: Oh! Hey! Our Mariachi band is here!
*A group of men dressed in black and red costumes with sombrero's entered the shot. They began to play their violins, trumpets and guitars.*
Maryse: This music will help us crush Maria and Alicia for the thousandth time. You figure they would have given up by now but, derp, forget we're dealing with complete idiots.
*Paige lowered her sunglasses and eyed the mariachi band.*
Paige: This is too happy and fun. We need something meaner. They don't even having bitchin' skull face paint like during Day of the Dead.
Maryse: Mariachi Band's don't play Skinny Puppy or Joy Division.
*Unimpressed, Paige rolled over onto her side and curled up in her lounge chair.*
Paige: Fine. I'll just try and have a dream about eviscerating Maria and Alicia.
Maryse: You do that.
*The blond leaned towards the laptop*
Maryse: I know you're getting a boner from staring at my cleavage from this angle but I need you to pay attention, Todd. When you fire crotch and her little pal kindly let them know that we are going to smack the stupid out of 'em and hand it back to them. I'm going to be lean, tanned and ready to dominate. Paige will be all of those things as well. Except for tanned. Buh-bye now. I'm on vacation. Get lost.
*Maryse carelessly pushed the laptop, still plugged into an electrical outlet, into the pool. A blood curdling scream was heard and the band stopped playing as they looked on in horror.*
Maryse: Sorry bro. Paige. I think I killed Todd.
Paige: ..Muh..
*Paige obviously was not concerned with the potential homicide. The French-Canadian uttered her last words with a yawn in her voice as she curled up under the roasting sun in her lounge chair.*
