A scream came from the parking lot of the MGM Grand Arena which quickly turned into cursing in both English and French. A garish, pink colored jeep was drug away by a tow truck. The jeep was often seen used by Maryse and Paige when they first formed a union with Paul Heyman and The Coalition and now it was being drug away into the distance. Maryse stood where the vehicle was once parked and she was not exactly thrilled the situation.
Maryse: What the [HORRIBLE EXPLETIVE] why is my ballin' ass pink jeep being repossessed?!
Paige: Because we weren't paying for it. Paul Heyman was. And no one is making the payments anymore since he's vanished.
Paige, Maryse's goth dressed cohort simply seemed to appear from the corner of the camera's lens.
Maryse: ..That..fat..bald..douche!
Paige: In hindsight, he's pretty well known for bouncing checks and ditching talent so maybe we should have thought it through a little more carefully before we joined up with him.
Maryse: Do your Heyman impression.
After being egged on for a moment, Paige cleared her throat to cover up her accent. She copied Heyman's inspirational manner of speaking that the ECW locker room and countless others he had tried to motivate through the years had heard.
Paige: ..You ladies..and the most talented women..I have ever..seen. This company..this WORLD..is yours for the taking. This is E..B..W..F. You go out there and you SEIZE this opportunity. Not for me. Not for the fans. But for YOURSELVES.
Maryse: Ugh. Well at least I still have all of my jewelery. ..Gold all in my chain..gold all in my ring..gold all in my watch..don't believe me just watch..
As Maryse modeled her expensive jewelery a pair of hands belonging to the repo man swiped those as well.
Maryse: Son of a BITCH!
The same hands took the solid gold skele-cat Paige was packing around. She almost instantly replaced it a normal, plush one.
Paige: Bastard!
Maryse: This is unacceptable! I'm accustomed to a certain lifestyle. I can't survive on this piddly EBWF salary and still look rich as all hell.
Paige: Well, I mean, this shouldn't be too hard. We're talented. If we put our heads together I'm sure we can come up with a way to get that extra cash back without Heyman.
Maryse: Hell yeah we can! Let's get ourselves an ass ton of money!
The two diva's were completely motivated to keep their lavish lifestyle and spending habits and they were going to make it look easy.
When the scene returned, all the motivation the ladies seemed to have conjured up was already gone. They were sitting back to back on a park bench and staring blankly off into space.
Paige: Any idea how we're supposed to make this money?
Maryse: Eh. I just figure we would just take it from someone who looks double loaded. You know. Rich and drunk.
Paige: Maybe we should get side jobs?
Maryse: Do I look like I'm in TNA? Hell no.
Paige: We ARE in Las Vegas..
The diva's looked over into the distance where the MGM Grand Casino could seen. Thirty floors. CASINO'S. Out door pools and water falls. CASINO'S. Clubs. CASINO'S. Restaurants. CASINO'S. It seemed to scream their names and the next step was logical for all to see. Except for the two female wrestlers in question. Because they to one of the many bars instead and were almost instantly handed jobs as Bunny Girls due to both of them being attractive and appealing to different types of men. Maryse's outfit was red and Paige's was black. They sat at the bar and both sported annoyed and exhausted expressions.
Maryse: ..Working can really go suck it a fat one.
Paige: Can you believe people actually do this all day?
Maryse: How much have we made so far? It's got to be at least a million.
Paige: Our goal is three million and three days, right?
Maryse: Right.
Paige: We have made..
The raven haired Brit took a moment to mentally count their combined earnings in her head.
Paige: Thirty dollars and twenty seven cents so far.
Maryse: WHAT?! We should be at least closing in on two million by now!
Todd Grisham: Do you two have any idea how money and jobs work?
Todd Grisham was amongst those within the bar and he asked the girls this query while scratching at the side of his head. He probably enjoyed gazing at bunny girls and boozing when he wasn't interviewing angry men.
Maryse: I bet you know how STALKING works, don't you? But I've never had a JOB. I was a model before I became a wrestler and I got paid to stand around and look pretty.
Paige: And I've been wrestling since I came out of the womb so..no..
Todd Grisham: Well, if you're trying to make three million and three days by working here there is no way in hell that's going to happen. BUT there is a casino here. You do, however, have to have a lot of skill and talent to make it as a gambler.
Maryse and Paige: Casino.
Maryse and Paige slowly looked to one another as if this epiphany hadn't been hanging over their heads the entire damn time.
Maryse: Shit! Why didn't we think of that before?!
When the camera panned back to them, Maryse and Paige had somehow already discarded their bunny outfits in exchange for swanky looking dresses. White and black respectively. Their hair was pulled backwards and they looked incredibly stylish, if not entirely opposite from one another.
Maryse: And if the slots don't spit out three million We'll just suck some rich dude's dick for it.
A very long, all consuming silence occurred.
Paige and Todd: You WHAT?!
Maryse: ..What?
The blond asked. She was very confused and shrugged her shoulders. She had nothing resembling common decency in her body.
Paige: I'm not doing that!
Maryse: Oh yeah right! If he had dark hair, guy-liner, an angular hair cut and was into bondage you would be all over him!
Paige: You're a prostitute!
Maryse: Uh. A high class prostitute. Let's get our facts straight before we start tossing out insults. If all us fails I could use pawn all those SLAMMIES I'm going to win..
Maryse gave her chin a few rubs and smirked at her cunning plan while nodding in agreement with her own idea. Paige began to glare very deeply.
Paige: And about THAT. All those Slammies you're nominated for? BULLSHIT! Where are mine?! I helped you keep that title for months, you know! Why weren't WE nominated for entertainers for the year, huh? What am I? A mirage?! I have never been pinned in a singles match before, I kicked Maria's ass like a hundred times and I was in every promo you ever did! Or did you give BJ's to the decision makers and knock me off all of the ballots too?!
Maryse: Well..
The beautiful but very crude former champion licked the lip of one of her finger tips.
Maryse: I can't help if MY star shines so much brighter than yours.
Paige: Does it? Like that your whole deal with Trent? How did that work out for you?
Maryse: Hey! That was a cunning plan, BITCH.
Paige: Yeah. SO cunning that you still got your ass beat!
Maryse: That was Hawkins' fault! NOT mine!
Todd looked back and forth between the two screaming women. This happened often between the two of them and he could recall witnessing these instances more times than he would like to recall.
Paige: If I had been in your spot it would have worked. Trent and A.J. would be DEAD right now.
Maryse: Is that so?!
Paige: Yeah! I bet you I could take any lower-card LOSER on this roster and turn have them wrapped completely around my finger. AND turn them into a total beast! Do you know what else? We both have matches this week! I guarantee you that I'll win my match faster than you!
Maryse: Oh, I'd LOVE to see that!
The were both nose to nose and growling like rabid dogs at this point.
Paige: Tune in! I'll show and everyone else how wrong were for looking me over!
Maryse: Who are you even wrestling?!
Paige: Brooke.
Paige smirked knowingly as the Texas born, former Extreme Expose member had a less stellar win loss record. Paige stormed off while Maryse's face contorted into a deep scowl. Her match was against MsChif, the Royal Rumble winner and, on paper, a much more formidable opponent.
Maryse: ..FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--
Todd Grisham: Uh, you know, since I'm already here and all..maybe you would like to address that match?
Maryse: --UUUUUUUUUUCK! Fine! Whatever! I'll still beat her time! It's just MsChif! How long was she on the indies like twenty years? If it takes you that long to get into the big leagues it's either because you're ugly or you suck. MsChif happens to fall into both of those categories.
Todd Grisham: She did happen to eliminate you from the Royal Rumble. No offense.
Todd had been around Maryse enough to have grown intimidated by her temper.
Maryse: No offense but eat a dick! She CHEATED! She spit..green..whatever it is in my face! How does she even do that? Does she go down a martian before her matches?! Sick! She was screaming the whole time, giving me a headache, it threw me off my game! And the devil horns she throws up? Really? Is she some drunk dude at Kid Rock concert or something? Oh and that HAIR! I could go on for awhile. But long story short? I'm going to kick her ass Monday and maybe someone with some brains will see that I deserve the shot at A.J. at Mania and they'll ship her ass back to Glimmer or whatever indy hell hole she crawled her ass out of.
A deep, cleansing breath followed and Maryse held her palms outwards to indicate to Todd that he shouldn't ask any more questions.
Maryse: This has been a very long, grueling day. I'm going to walk my hot white ass over to that casino and win my three million. And after that I'm going to buy myself a platinum helicopter to fly into Warfare to make my entrance with. With any luck the propellers, which are going to be made out DIAMONDS, will lob MsChif god damn head off!
Maryse did just as she said. She stomped her hot ass away from the camera with thoughts of cash and homicide still fresh in her mind. And showing up Paige. And probably fellatio at some point in the night.[/font]
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