Bottom Feeders

[Jayme]

OOC - Had a long, annoying week and not much time to write. Good luck to my opponents.

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The Mean Girls had been busy all week, doing media and meet and greets. They had done some Be A Star activities, such as reading to school children. The trio had just wrapped up a media appearance, where they had spent the last few hours taking photo op's with fans and signing autographs. On their break, the three walked over to a tent that had merchandise for many people laid out for sale. At the time, the tent was closed off from the public while the vendors also took a break. The trio glanced over the options, quickly finding their own merchandise and glancing over it.

Summer: I LOVE my new EBWF action figure, it's amazing!

Summer held it up and beamed.

Summer: It's so realistic it's weird.

Sasha: They finally put out my new T-shirt! Boss!!

Sasha picked the shirt up and held it up against her own body. She quickly took out her cellphone and snapped a picture of herself with it.

Sasha: That's so going on twitter, oh em gee!

Eva: My action figure looks bomb, too!

Eva held her's up and showed it off to her ride or die's. Eva placed the figure back down and glanced over more of the merchandise for various Superstar's and Diva's.

Eva: I notice our opponents don't have much merchandise to offer.

Summer: Because no one cares about them, their both irrelevant. So why make merchandise that's only going to collect dust? No one's even heard of Becky Stynch and Emma is only known because of Brian Kendrick.

Sasha: That's true. When she first got here I thought she was a lost fan or something. She told me she was actually a wrestler and I spit my Dr. Pepper out, I thought it was a joke.

Eva: I don't blame you, they both look like jokes to begin with.

Summer: Because they ARE both just one big, ongoing joke. We're gonna mop the ring with their nappy hair when we're done with them. They couldn't do what I do. I just came out of a huge match, and although I did lose...

Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer: Brie knows that match could have gone either way, so she better count her lucky stars that it went her way. I'm sure she whined and complained to get her way in the end because she thinks everything is so unfair, boo hoo. But whatever, I'm here, defending my title right after a huge PPV. Who else can say that? I made it all the way to the finals in the Queen of the Ring, and like the champion I am, I'm going back out there to defend our titles. Where was Emma? Where was Becky? Certainly not making history in the tournament. They were both out so fast, I almost forgot they were even part of the whole thing!

Sasha: Yeah they got knocked out and got to kick it back for a few weeks.

Summer: Right! Must be nice to get a vacation while some of us have a match basically every week.

Eva: We just get to make an example out of yet another thrown together team. Time and time again we've seen this, and every time we come out on top where we all know we belong!

Summer: Clearly. Obviously EBWF doesn't have the confidence in them as a team like they do with us. So they can crack all the Big Bird jokes they want, and hopefully someone told Emma by now that Big Bird is Sesame Street. Not the Muppets.

Summer put her action figure down and looked over the Natalya and Trish merchandise.

Summer: They call us idiots? They don't even know what the hell they are talking about! But it's cool, they can crack whatever bird jokes they can think of, but this bird will peck their faces clean off!

Sasha: Then Emma won't be so worried about coming for our titles, instead she'll finally crawl in a street gutter and die.

Eva: If you're Big Bird, then Becky Lynch is obviously Oscar the Grouch. So when we're done with them tonight, we'll shove her in a trash can and dispose of her like the garbage she is!

Summer started to walk away from the merch tables but stopped in her tracks. She spotted a Becky Lynch action figure, brand new. Summer picked it up and looked it over before laughing.

Summer: I don't even care what they want to say about me, at least my action figure doesn't make me look like Chewbacca with goggles. Wow, embarrassing.

Summer showed her to the other two and they all scrunched their faces in disapproval.

Sasha: No wonder they never sell. They certainly don't possess the looks and skill we do, there is no denying that.

Summer: Let's get out of here girls, we must go celebrate our one year together!

Sasha: Yes!

Eva: Don't have to tell me twice!

Summer chunked the Becky Lynch action figure into a trash can nearby. They then made their way to the rental car, heading to the arena.

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Loud music could be heard thumping inside of the iWireless Center in Peoria, Illinois. The music was so loud, it was shaking the walls of the place, and the rooms surrounding a certain locker room. A camera focused on a name plate that read "Mean Girls" in big golden, glittery letters. A hand came into view all of the sudden and firmly knocked on the door. No one answered. The camera panned back to reveal Corey Graves, with a microphone in hand. He made a fist and pounded on the door, hoping someone could hear his knock over the music. Lots of boisterous voices could be heard behind the door. After a few moments of him waiting, the door pulled open.

Summer: Listen Cole, I don't have any time to waste on you and any of your dumbas- Ohhh.

Summer noticed it wasn't Michael Cole who stood outside their locker room. It was the ever-so-hunky, Corey Graves. Summer mentally thanked herself for remembering to request someone other than Michael Cole this week. What a pay off.

Summer: Hey there handsome, here to come celebrate with us?

Summer's initial demeanor seemed to visibly change once she realized Corey was her interviewer. She flashed him a smile and showed no shame in eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. Corey raised an eyebrow.

Corey: Celebrate what exactly?

Summer: It's the one year anniversary of the Mean Girls! Only pretty people are invited, and well, you fit that category. But you can't bring any talent-less hags like Becky and Emma. No uglies allowed. Come in.

Summer backed up a step and motioned for him to come in.

Corey: Well...

Corey peeked around Summer at the people in the locker room. Many were dancing, it almost felt like a club like atmosphere. A huge banner was hung across the back wall with all three Mean Girls faces plastered on the banner. In bold bright red lettering it read "YAY us! #MeanestYear" underneath them. The place was packed with what was probably their friends and family, as they'd never let any of the other Divas ever be a part of their little shindig.

Summer: You know you want to...

Corey: I'm actually here to get a few words with you about your title match tonight. So I can't. I've got a lot of interviews to get done tonight. Believe me, it's not easy to turn down your offer.

Summer pouted a little, obviously bummed. She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with her blonde hair.

Summer: Alright, well your loss.

Corey: It certainly is, it certainly is. Moving along, Summer, tonight you are stepping in the ring with your partner, Eva Marie, to defend your EBWF Women's Tag titles against the unique team of Becky Lynch and Emma. What are your thoughts about this match up this evening?

Summer: Becky Stynch and Emma, huh? You call them a unique team, we call them flops. They never have been able to get the job done and they never will. I noticed they got LUCKY and somehow did the unimaginable, and pulled off a win over Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson. I'm sure the two of them will go on and on and on about it, but really, it's not even a big deal. The two of them are nothing but afterthoughts, I mean, even the fans have already forgotten about their win at the PPV. Let's be honest here, shall we?

Corey: Absolutely.

Summer: Stacy would have never lost that match if she hadn't been away from the ring so long. It was her first match back, give the girl a break. So I'm not very impressed with this random team of losers thinking they have what it takes to be a champion. Can Emma even spell the word champion? I'm not even sure she knows what it means to be an actual champion. I get the feeling there is just an air pocket resting between both of her ears. WAIT, is that why she's always trying to pop bubbles that aren't even there?

Summer snickered at the ridiculous image of Emma's dancing.

Summer: Besides, what little brain she may of had, was smoked away when she was clinging to Brian Kendrick for any form of attention.

Summer laughed.

Summer: I heard my little comment about her and Brian Kendrick really riled her up. I hope it did because it's true. Even if he ever did pay her an ounce of attention, it's only to use her to get what he really wants. Emma is more like the flavor of the week, she was never meant to last very long. Whether it;s her being a sidechick or in wrestling. Let's face it, Brian Kendrick would toss ole' rank-ass Crocodile Dundee aside quicker than Ronda Rousey's last fight ended. She's got nothing on Eva Marie and I. As far as Becky... well, I'm still not even that sure who she is.

Corey: She's been here for several months now-

Summer: Gosh, you're pretty.

Summer took a step forward and patted Corey's head gently with her hand. Summer smiled warmly at him before she returned back to her normal stance.

Summer: What I meant was, I know her name and who she is. But what has she actually done? Nothing. She's done absolutely nothing. Except win a few pointless matches and unwillingly aligned herself with the lost dingo of EBWF, Emma. Oh and picked up that ridiculous outfit of hers at the local Hot Topic. AND what the hell is with those ugly ass goggles? Is she going swimming? Is she going down in a mine shaft, or to a radiation plant or something? Oh, oh, or is she suppose to be going to a rave? Either way, talk about fashion crime. Anyways, any chance Becky whats-her-face ever had with her career amounting to anything, went right out the window when she let Kangaroo Jack in her life. It's really going to suck for Becky to try and lug around that pathetic ball and chain. That deadweight. Maybe one day Becky will wake up and realize that Emma is only going to hold her down, much like Velvet Sky did to Angelina Love. Another team we ended, which was leagues above my two opponents tonight. I mean honestly, Emma couldn't even knock me out of the Queen of the Ring! She tried to act all tough and mighty and talk a big game. That was until I kicked her in the gut so hard, I'm pretty sure her uterus relocated into her stomach. She can thank me later for saving the world from her deplorable offspring.

Corey: That seems a little on the harsh side.

Summer: It's the truth. I've already beaten Emma countless times, and I'm really not sure how many more times we have to do this same old song and dance. I think I've even won a match against Emma while I was asleep, that's how easy it is to beat her. I mean, it's not even fun to embarrass her anymore, it's like a chore now. But I guess I get to teach Becky a lesson, that she better know her place in this division. And trust me, her position in this company ISN'T to be on top. She's here as more roster fodder, a new face to toss into mix of things while the rest of us are busy making history. By the rest of us, I mean me and my girls, of course.

Summer continued to twirl her blonde hair around her manicured finger.

Summer: I'm in the celebrating mood, with my bae's and I reaching our one year together. So I don't really mind handing out an ass kicking. More reason to party. Look at the facts, we've sky rocketed through this division, leaving a blazing trail behind us, which people like Emma and Becky try to suck off of. They should do work and figure out their own way to the top. Because those two could never fill our spots in this division, and they definitely aren't championship material like we are. My girls and I were born to be stars, born to be champions. Emma and Becky were born to be peasants. They aren't even qualified enough to clean our boots and carry our bags, let alone step in a ring against us.

Summer sighed and flipped her hair back behind her shoulders.

Corey: Well you said similar when you faced Brie Bella at King of the Ring...

Summer's sudden glare stopped Corey in his tracks. He bit his tongue to stop himself.

Summer: We AREN'T going to talk about that. Tonight my focus is on ripping Emma apart and slowly shipping her back to the outback, piece by piece. Eva Marie will happily yank out all that tacky orange hair of Becky's. Tell me something, Corey, was Becky going for an orangutan look? Because if so, then success... I guess. Ugh, that hair is putrid! If she thought she could be the next Eva Marie, she was severely mistaken. Lord knows they can't hold a candle to the Mean Girls, and deep down, they know it to.

Corey: I'm not sure if I agree with that. Emma and Becky pulled off quite an impressive win at King of the Ring.

Summer: Like I said before, they got lucky. But it doesn't even matter, even if we were facing Torrie and Stacy, it would still be the same outcome that it is going to be tonight. Eva Marie and I will have our hands raised in victory, while our opponents are left face down, drooling on the ring mat. These titles are our's and they're here to stay!

Summer turned her head back into the locker room as someone called out her name. Eva Marie made her way over and smiled, noticing Corey Graves.

Eva: I see we finally got an interviewer we deserve.

Summer: Right! I said the same thing.

Eva: I guess he's here about our match?

Summer: Of course. I tried to get him to come party, but he says he's too busy for us.

Eva: Boo. You're missing out on a great time!

Corey: I don't doubt it.

Eva winked at him and turned to Summer.

Eva: Bae, come back to the party! We both already know who's going to win our match tonight. Let pretty boy go finish his job.

Summer: Alright, fine. I was just enjoying the moment.

It was Summer's time to wink at Corey Graves.

Summer: Just know, Corey, we are celebrating all week long... so when you have the time, come find us.

Summer almost left it at that but stopped herself.

Summer: Oh, and if you see my opponents before the match, let them know we plan to kick their beaver teeth to the back of their throats. That way they can officially look like the bottom feeders they truly are. BYYYEEE!

Summer gave a bitchy wave to the camera and slammed the door, going back to the party with her girls. Soon enough it would be time to take out all her aggression's that had been building, out on Becky and Emma. It was time to prove yet again why Eva and herself were meant to be the Women's tag champions.