The scene opened up in the backstage area as the camera panned up a pair of black hight heels and black pantyhose clad legs that went on and on. Black pin stripe mini skirt and jacket with a white blouse underneath. Brown thick framed glasses resting upon the bridge of her nose... Eve Torres smiled confidently as she walked along the backstage area folding her arms. The elegant newcomer diva was soon caught by Jonathan Coachman. Eve just looked at him and rolled her eyes.
Jonathan Coachman: Eve, allow me to welcome you to the EBWF!
Eve smiled, even though her smile emerged from her face obliged.
Eve Torres: Thanks, Coach... You know, I am really happy to be here! There's a lot to be done, and trust me! A lot will be done with yours truly around.
Eve smiled at him through her thick framed glasses, even if she didn't feel like it deep down.
Jonathan Coachman: Is that so?
Eve Torres: Of course... I am after all, a visionary! Hired for my negotiating skills, my flawless image, my perfect smile... I could go on all night, but you already know that!
Jonathan Coachman: Well Eve, I am here because the EBWF universe would love to have a penny for your thoughts on what will...
Eve Torres: Coach, if the EBWF universe were to pay for a thought I think they couldn't afford it, but go on.
Jonathan Coachman: Alright... So, tonight you will be facing Paige...
Eve's smile faded instantly.
Eve Torres: WHAT?!
Jonathan Coachman: Huh?
Eve Torres: A... Wrestling... Match?
Eve scoffed and chuckled.
Eve Torres: Am I on punk'd or something? Is this a joke? Are you pulling my leg?
Jonathan Coachman: I am afraid I am dead serious, Eve.
Eve Torres: And against who? The DDP Yoga guy? I'm more of a Stratusphere girl...
Jonathan Coachman: No... Not Diamond Dallas Page, Paige. English newcomer, she has been on a roll, she is part of the Coalition, Heyman watches her back...
Eve Torres: English? Has she screwed up her accent like Layla? You know what? It doesn't matter!
Jonathan Coachman: Eve, let me ask you something... Why are you so surprised you have a match?
Eve Torres: Because this was NOT the position I was hired for!
Jonathan Coachman: And what position were you hired for?
Eve Torres: That's only between me and my agent Coach... You, nor the EBWF fans have nothing to do with it!
Jonathan Coachman: Well Eve, until this clears I believe you will have to wrestle... In fact, the divas division could use some help from as many successful divas as possible and...
Eve Torres: Listen Coach. Please don't tell me what to do... I am a successful woman and...
Eve paused, thought things over for a moment... Her winning, confident smile returned to her perfect face.
Eve Torres: After all, I am not half bad in the ring! A bit of a workout could be good for me from time to time! I am just hoping Paige isn't into hitting a girl with glasses.
She pouted her lips playfully.
Eve Torres: Who is this Paige anyway? Oh yeah... It doesn't matter. Because when I step out there and do my thing, all eyes are on me! As hungry and well surrounded as Paige might be... Maryse, Heyman, Daniel Bryan...
Jonathan Coachman: How did you find that out?
Eve pulled out her iphone and dangled it along her five hundred bucks manicure.
Eve Torres: While you were jammering I made a quick google search and found out all I need to know about Paige!
Jonathan Coachman: Boy you're efficient!
Eve Torres: Efficient is not even the beginning of it! But yeah... She has a group behind her... Do you really think I would come to a battle zone like EBWF on my own? You and the EBWF take me for granted! Now, on to this pesky Paige girl... Win or lose I get my paycheck... And the days of playing pretend with bedazzled belts are far from over... I seek something much, much greater than belts, records and matches...
Jonathan Coachman: And that is=
Eve Torres: Please Coach, what makes you think I'm going to tell you that? I guess you'll have to keep an eye on me... And you too!
She blew a kiss to the camera and walked away... The camera followed behind as she turned a corner, only to find her speaking on the phone.
Eve Torres: Listen, this wasn't part of the deal...
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Eve Torres: Yes, I will go out and have the match... But if you're going to make me wrestle every single week I am resigning this job offer...
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Eve Torres: Because I am not going to spoil my manicure or my hair for some cheap pops and people chanting my name! I don't need to fling and flip like a monkey on crack to get attention, spotlight and a nice, fat, paycheck!
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Eve Torres: Apparently I'm up against some little shark who wants to prove a point... Who wants to make a name for herself... Funny how that works, wasn't that the reason why you brought me in?
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Eve Torres: I know you don't make the matches... Who shall I talk to then?
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Eve Torres: Ikeda? Nicole Ikeda? I'll try and find her... Try to talk some sense into her.
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Eve Torres: Paige? She doesn't concern me... But I am really going to take it out on her for having to mess up my nails and hair in a match with her...
Eve hung up and looked at the camera, who had been sneaking up on her for a while.
Eve Torres: What are you doing here? Get away from me?
Her open palm covered the camera lens briefly before she sprinted away from the camera and into her locker room as the scene faded.
