*The scene opened on the image of a rather sexy blond sitting in a well furnished dressing room. Behind her was a large mirror with lights attached to it. The beautiful female removed her expensive sunglasses and gave a smirk of utter confidence at the camera. Two beefy, shirtless, oily men stepped to either side of her and sprayed her body lightly with fragrant perfume. She began to speak with a notable French accent.*

Maryse: My name is Maryse. And I am here in this little pedestrian federation because it's two female championships are being held by a little girl and a little girl and a Halloween costume. A champion should be a strong, confident and above all else...sexy.

*The French-Canadian flicked some of her golden hair back in dramatic fashion.*

Maryse: And in my first match I will be facing some unfortunate, plebeian trash by the name of Brooke Tessmacher. I don't know anything about her and I don't really care to. She sounds so dreadfully dull. Ah. Pardon. I do know something about her. She seems to spend her every waking moment sending out inane tweets. Such dribble. Let me bore you with a few of them...

*One of the well built men handed Maryse her phone and she started to scroll through it.*

Maryse: "Got offered a gig to be a booth babe at E3! Sounds fun!"

*Maryse rolled her eyes in an overly snobby way.*

Maryse: How pedestrian. You would never see moi in a dwelling that attracts such poor, unwashed, uneducated, class of people. How low some must stoop in order to make themselves relevant. We also have such gems as "Supporting The DallasMav's in the playoff's." ...I'm afraid that no one truly cares. Especially regarding such an UN-interesting brand of sport. We are followed up with "All I want to see is a sky full of lighters."

*Maryse's expression just screamed "bitch please".*

Maryse: Not at all surprising that this one would recite the lyrics to easily digestible pop songs. It sounds as if she's ready for mass consumption. If you understand my meaning. Take this away. My eyes have seen enough. Take it away...

*She hands the phone off to one of her servant boys who whisk it away without delay.*

Maryse: Listen Brooke. A real champion does not waste her time with idiotic and brainless little tweets. Perhaps after I give you a sound beating you will begin to take your ring work a bit more seriously. You foolishly foolish fool wearing the foolishly foolish clothes.

*She shakes a finger back and forth.*

Maryse: You are hardly a challenge. Merely some vapid airhead with nothing of true interest to say. But you will not be allowed to make a name off of me. I would sooner die then allow one such as yourself to claim a victory over me. After I dispose of you like the garbage you truly are I will be well on my way to claiming gold for myself. Do pay attention. You may actually learn something, you student. I leave you all with one final parting piece of advice. For some of you it will be difficult. For some it will be impossible. For myself it comes natural. ...Be sexy.

*That same self-assured look returns to the newcomer's gorgeous features as the scene ends.*