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RENEE YOUNG: Please welcome my guest at this time, Eva Marie.
As Renee finished her quick introduction, Eva Marie stepped out from the abyss. The usual spaced out, unbothered look Eva usually sported was not making an appearance tonight, much to the surprise of everyone. Who knew Eva Marie could actually be attentive? The red head sported a smile that showed off the pearly whites that lived under her just as red lips.
EVA MARIE: Hi, second-rate birthday twin!
The attitude was no different than usual, however.
RENEE YOUNG: Okay, right, anyway... Eva, tonight you're in singles competition against Brie Bella. Why am I getting the impression that you're not in the least bit concerned?
EVA MARIE: Because I'm not. Duh!
RENEE YOUNG: And why is that, exactly?
EVA MARIE: Why on Earth would I be concerned with Brie Bella, or anybody for that matter, when it's clear that I'm just going to win anyways.
RENEE YOUNG: Uh...
EVA MARIE: Do you really need an explanation?
RENEE YOUNG: I would love one, and I'm sure everyone watching would as well.
EVA MARIE: Ugh, blondes... Why is my girl Summer Rae the only intelligent one?
Eva shook her head, mumbling that under her breath just loud enough for Renee to hear. Which the interviewer rolled her eyes to in response.
EVA MARIE: Anyways, haven't you been paying attention to what's been going on around here lately? I mean, it's obvious that the hashtag Mean Girls are on their way back to the top. My boo Sasha has the Women's Championship, and my boo Summer won a match for our Tag Team Championships. Which, I wonder who she'll be choosing as a partner for... Hmmm...
She winked, playing dumb.
EVA MARIE: My girls have been dragging this division left and right, and now it's my turn. When they win, I win. And since they've won, I'm going to win. It's simple science, truly.
RENEE YOUNG: So if you lose, they lose too?
EVA MARIE: Please be quiet. Here, since you're so desperate to hear something about Brie Bella, I'll tell you something. We used to be cool, but I heard she was talking a lot of trash about me behind my back. You know what that makes her? Fake. And I hate fake ass bitches like that. Which is the reason why I'm going to take home this win in the name of Sasha and Summer, because the Mean Girls always keep it real, like this hair.
And with that, Eva flicked her totally real red hair and strutted off.
