Philistine

[Cat]

A large and delicately wrapped present sat upon a table in a locker room. The box was purple with a black bow and a little skull resting on top of it. Maryse who was seated on a couch reading the latest edition of Maxim rolled her eyes. It was pretty clear by the decorations that it wasn't for her and she threw the magazine in front of her face.

Maryse: I hate you, Paige..

Paige inspected the present while humming a little tune to herself. She walked in a slow circle around it before very slowly removing wrapping. When she reached inside she found a new Skelecat, or Hollow Kitty as she called it, with a ribbon around it's plush neck. A replacement for the one Leo Kruger had decapitated. She held it in her arms and inspected it carefully. Maryse dropped her magazine into her lap and shook her head.

Maryse: You're still going along with this?

Paige: Going along with what?

Maryse: This Tensai shit! He's a loser! Nothing is going to change that! No matter how big of a boner you give him! It's not going to make him worth anything!

Paige: Unlike yourself I am capable of seeing what's inside of someone.

Maryse: Probably a lot of sushi.

Paige: I also don't throw myself onto anything with a pair of abs and a half working cock.

Carrying the Skelecat, Paige stepped over to her blond cohort and lightly tapped her on the nose.

Paige: And you know precisely why I'm doing this.

Maryse's face wrinkled up.

Maryse: Naked. You're going to have to see him naked. Presumably at some point. Ponder that for five seconds and tell me you haven't just lost five years from your life.

Paige: I know this is hard for you to comprehend but looks aren't everything. You have to look beyond. Beyond the murk and darkness. To see the truly beautiful soul shimmering within.

Maryse: OH MY GOD. You only talk like this when you're emotional. You're talking in a emo poetry form! Get a hold of yourself!

The Coach: Excuse me?

The Coach and a camera man had allowed themselves in without so much of a knock. Both diva's shot a nasty glare towards the interviewer and his companion.

Maryse: Yeah, excuse you, FUCKER. Have you heard of knocking?!

The Coach: W-Well, I mean, you were supposed to have an interview at--

Paige slid her way on over to Coach and snatched him by his tie.

Paige: ..Requiem aeternum. Bullets through the sternum.

The raven haired wrestler jabbed Coach rather roughly in his side to drive her point home.

Maryse: God damn it, Paige! Stop talking like that!

The Coach: I-I just wanted to get a few words on your upcoming match with The Canadian Ninjas..

Paige's voice dropped to a whisper and she began to stroke the stuffed cat in her arms head.

Paige: ..Reaper, reaper..

Maryse: Oh for the love of..

Maryse rose out of her chair, tossed her magazine aside and stomped over.

Maryse: Don't talk to her right now! It's just going to be all gothic bullshit! So we've got those Shimmer rejects, right? Well, tell the one with the chipmunk face and the other one that we're going to kick their asses so bad that they're going to have bones in their stool, alright? I'm sure they're all grumpy and shit that Tensai won't even glance at them anymore since he locked eyes with Paige..

A little grin formed on Paige's face while she continued to pet away at her goth plushie.

Paige: Lullaby to hell.

Maryse shot another glare at Paige and shook her head while her hands curled up in aggravation.

Maryse: Doesn't even make any fuckin' sense. ANYWAY, do I have to remind anyone what happened when I got into the ring with a pair of REAL wrestlers from the indies? They got the holy hell beaten out of them. Paige helped a little. I guess. But it's going to be the exact same result. These little girls show up to the big time and know a bunch of cool looking moves and they think that's all they need. Well, there's a reason why I've never stepped FOOT into an indy and why Paige was only there long enough until she learned how to drive. Because we're huge stars and they're just the props to make us look good. Got it?

Paige: ..Anti Cristus. Il Filio De Sathanas. INFESTISSUMAM.

From seemingly out of nowhere, Paige produced a blood packet and smashed it in her palm. The fake blood dripped from it and she slowly drug her tongue along her own pale skin.

Maryse: Do you see this shit? Do you? This is how she acts when she's really HAPPY. Does this company have a therapist?

The Coach didn't want any part of his and held up his hands as he edged his way out of the room.