TEAM PARYSE. Err. TEAM MAIGE.
- It's Team Paryse!
- It's team MAIGE!*A burst of static filled the screen before it settled on the view from a hi-def webcam. It was filled with image of the lovely Maryse who was sitting in front of it from her hotel suite. The most thing most would notice is the low cut, white dress she stunning blond had one. She wiggled a few fingers while adjusting the title on her shoulder.*
Maryse: Hello there..probably..overweight..ugly..probably masturbating EBWF fans. I am Maryse. I am the Women's Champion. Say hello, Paige.
*Over Maryse's shoulder the viewer could spot Paige laying back first on a comfy bed. She wasn't as Gothic-Lolita'ed out on this occasion. She was wearing a simple black dress with purple and black stocking's and a violet flower in her hair. Her skele-cat plushy was propped up on the bed stand with a Survivor Series shirt on*
Paige: Eh.
*The raven haired young woman lazily raised a hand*
Maryse: You are no doubt aware that Paige and I are leading our own team against possibly the biggest pack of losers ever assembled. Let's begin with Maria.
Paige: Ugh. Do we have to?
Maryse: Unfortunately. Now, Maria, you stupid..stupid..stupid..
*Maryse exhaled deeply*
Maryse: ..I can't even think of a proper curse word to call you. You can run your mouth all you want. But the fact that remains that we have kicked your ass so many times that I'm actually beginning to lose count. It's got to be in double digits at this point.
Paige: Triple digits.
Maryse: In fact, didn't I drop your goofy little bestie Alicia Fox flat on her face last week and knock her useless ass out?
Paige: Maryse and Paige five hundred. Maria and Alicia zero.
Maryse: You also know very well that if you ever grew the ovaries to put your rinky dink little title on the line against Paige that you wouldn't have it anymore. I've felt like I've said this before?
*Paige rolled over onto her stomach to give the camera her attention*
Paige: You see, we have is called a partnership, Maria. What you and Alicia have is one fleeting star getting the last tiny bit of her fame leached off of by her, somehow, even less talented friend.
Maryse: So just do yourself and the world a favor, smile your brainless little smile, stand on the apron and when it comes time for you to get tagged..lay flat on your back like your used to.
*Maryse stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and lightly tapped it.*
Maryse: And then we have poor, little A.J. That poor, poor little girl. I guess Trent just got tired of having a girlfriend still in diapers and training panties.
*After grinning she shrugged her shoulders with a more serious expression*
Maryse: Everyone knows that I love sex. It's true. But I was just trying to comfort that poor boy. Well, I mean, comfort him in a way that A.J. just couldn't. He was giving me some very powerful looks.
Paige: On a scale of one to Chris Brown..how mad do you think A.J. is?
Maryse: Oh, she's way past Chris Brown at this point. Poor dear looks like she's lost her mind.
Paige: She's like Gary Busey levels of crazy. She's super jellymad.
Maryse: I always knew that mouse was a whack job. She can be jellymad all she wants. I can take anything I want from her.
*Maryse's smile just screamed "total bitch"*
Maryse: And maybe for good measure I'll put her over my knee and spank her like the child that she is. SPEAKING of someone who should have been beaten as a child..we have ODB.
Paige: Oh no. I hope she gets eliminated quick. I don't want to lock up with her and catch whatever contagious VD she must have.
Maryse: That..thing needs to be checked at the door. I'm not really sure she qualifies to wrestle in a women's division! I mean, she has those giant gross boobs but I'm not so sure about the rest of her anatomy. And she needs to get something straight. I'm not just a bitch. I am the BIGGEST bitch. I'm the Queen. I'm in charge around here. So I guess we're going to just have to break her in like the dog she is and show her who runs things around here.
Paige: Like I said, hopefully one of our team mates takes her out first..
Maryse: Oh yeah. We do have a team, don't we? And..
*Maryse and Paige gave each other disappointed and annoyed expressions and sighed in unison*
Maryse: God DAMN our team sucks.
Paige: The worst. We're going to have to carry the entire thing.
Maryse: That Stepford Wife, bunny rabbit lookin' Taeler Hendrix. No one should ever be that happy. Ever. And Brooke and her big, gross, un-toned jiggly ass. Real dream team with those two. And Eve..I'm not even sure what she does other than give Del Rio blow jobs underneath of his desk.
Paige: Wait. If we become friends with Eve, do you think they would loan us Ricardo for awhile?
Maryse: YOU'RE right. Man, Ricardo is awesome.
Paige: I know, right?
*Maryse motioned to herself while Paige nodded in approval.*
Maryse: We're big fans of Ricardo. We want him to follow us around and scream at people in Spanish.
Paige: We're getting off topic here.
Maryse: Alright, alright, whatever. So we got those losers on our squad but it evens out since Kaitlyn and Christy Hemme are gigantic nothings.
Paige: Christy Hemme still works here?
Maryse: I know, right? Last time I saw her I kicked the crap outta her and won the Queen of The Ring. And Kaitlyn is probably going to be too busy making sure A.J takes her meds to be very effective. So it all evens out. We win! We continue to be the most dominant force in this division. Double Coalition victory.
Paige: Coalition represent.
Maryse: So I know all your sticky fingers watching this expect to see some skin from a webcam. I won't disappoint.
*Maryse began to lower the strap of her dress, showing off her bare shoulder before scoffing*
Maryse: Psh! Yeah right! Like I would let any of YOU see me naked. Keep dreaming. Wet dreaming. Au Revoir.
*The French Canadian Goddess flicked the camera to it's "off" setting*