Made Up To Fall Out (ft. Eva Marie & Torrie Wilson)
Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2021 11:42 pm
Backstage, the camera pans from the ground up. A long, red robe with feather details brushes against the floor, draped over a pair of tanned legs crossed over one another, and a toned midsection that are now being shown. It becomes clear that we’re feasting our eyes upon #AllRedEverything herself, Eva Marie. Well, actually… it’s #AllPINKEverything, as the former EBWF star is sporting a new hair color, her forth since her original debut. Regardless, she sits in the makeup chair, holding a mirror to stare at the job being done – and herself, of course. Not much has changed.
EVA MARIE: “Bring that wing out a little more, why don’t you? I mean, this is the occasion for it. The Royal Rumble, arguably the most suspenseful and exciting pay-per-view of the year. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The makeup lady, Jan, nods in agreement.
JAN: “You’re right. It’s definitely my fav–”
EVA MARIE: “And more importantly, it’s my big night. The return of all pink everything. I need to be on point. Even more so than normal. So get to it.”
Disgruntled, Jan remains professional and does as her client asks, er, demands. Once finished, she steps back to let Eva review the job. Surely another critique was coming, but a voice from behind interrupts.
???: “Hi, Jan!”
JAN: “Oh, hi T–”
EVA MARIE: “Um, excuse me. No time for chit chat, we’re in the middle of something. Tell your friend to… ugh, what are YOU doing here?!”
When Eva turns her head, she sees none other than Torrie Wilson standing beside Jan. Obviously, Eva shows disgust when seeing an old adversary. Torrie, on the other hand, smirks as Eva rises from the makeup chair to her feet. Jan takes the hint and walks off, leaving the two former superstars to exchange words.
TORRIE WILSON: “What do you think? It’s Rumble night, and I’m standing here geared up. Go ahead, guess. And take your time, I know thinking isn’t exactly your strong suit…”
EVA MARIE: “Oh no. No, no, no, no! You can’t be serious. You… in the Rumble… again?! WHY?!”
TORRIE WILSON: “Why not? You said it yourself, it’s one of the most exciting shows of the year. And I love excitement.”
EVA MARIE: “This is supposed to be my night. I do not need you of all people taking any attention away from me. You don’t even belong in that ring anymore anyways, hasn’t someone checked you into a home yet?”
TORRIE WILSON: “Clearly not. And it’s definitely not up to you to tell me where I do or don’t belong. See, Eva, I actually know what it’s like to win the Royal Rumble and get to WrestleMania… multiple times, might I add. So I think I’m more than capable of deciding when to get back in the ring for myself.”
Eva stamps her foot on the ground and crosses her arms before shaking her head in disbelief.
EVA MARIE: “I can’t believe this! Well, you know what, I know for a fact that the audience will be seeing my face first. So by the time you make your entrance, they’ll be too enthralled by the spectacle that is Eva Marie to even hear your music.”
TORRIE WILSON: “Are you sure about that?”
EVA MARIE: “Absolutely. The odds of you coming out in the first five are like… one to… I don’t know. I’m not a mathematician.”
TORRIE WILSON: “I’m number four, Eva.”
EVA MARIE: “WHAT?!”
TORRIE WILSON: “Yup. Comes after three.”
EVA MARIE: “This is… this is… UGH!”
Eva pushes past Torrie and storms off, throwing a complete tantrum down the hall. Torrie watches, laughing to herself at Eva’s expense. She then turns towards the camera and winks before taking Eva’s spot in the chair just in time for Jan’s return. Jan shares a laugh with Torrie and starts getting her face prepared for the night.
EVA MARIE: “Bring that wing out a little more, why don’t you? I mean, this is the occasion for it. The Royal Rumble, arguably the most suspenseful and exciting pay-per-view of the year. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The makeup lady, Jan, nods in agreement.
JAN: “You’re right. It’s definitely my fav–”
EVA MARIE: “And more importantly, it’s my big night. The return of all pink everything. I need to be on point. Even more so than normal. So get to it.”
Disgruntled, Jan remains professional and does as her client asks, er, demands. Once finished, she steps back to let Eva review the job. Surely another critique was coming, but a voice from behind interrupts.
???: “Hi, Jan!”
JAN: “Oh, hi T–”
EVA MARIE: “Um, excuse me. No time for chit chat, we’re in the middle of something. Tell your friend to… ugh, what are YOU doing here?!”
When Eva turns her head, she sees none other than Torrie Wilson standing beside Jan. Obviously, Eva shows disgust when seeing an old adversary. Torrie, on the other hand, smirks as Eva rises from the makeup chair to her feet. Jan takes the hint and walks off, leaving the two former superstars to exchange words.
TORRIE WILSON: “What do you think? It’s Rumble night, and I’m standing here geared up. Go ahead, guess. And take your time, I know thinking isn’t exactly your strong suit…”
EVA MARIE: “Oh no. No, no, no, no! You can’t be serious. You… in the Rumble… again?! WHY?!”
TORRIE WILSON: “Why not? You said it yourself, it’s one of the most exciting shows of the year. And I love excitement.”
EVA MARIE: “This is supposed to be my night. I do not need you of all people taking any attention away from me. You don’t even belong in that ring anymore anyways, hasn’t someone checked you into a home yet?”
TORRIE WILSON: “Clearly not. And it’s definitely not up to you to tell me where I do or don’t belong. See, Eva, I actually know what it’s like to win the Royal Rumble and get to WrestleMania… multiple times, might I add. So I think I’m more than capable of deciding when to get back in the ring for myself.”
Eva stamps her foot on the ground and crosses her arms before shaking her head in disbelief.
EVA MARIE: “I can’t believe this! Well, you know what, I know for a fact that the audience will be seeing my face first. So by the time you make your entrance, they’ll be too enthralled by the spectacle that is Eva Marie to even hear your music.”
TORRIE WILSON: “Are you sure about that?”
EVA MARIE: “Absolutely. The odds of you coming out in the first five are like… one to… I don’t know. I’m not a mathematician.”
TORRIE WILSON: “I’m number four, Eva.”
EVA MARIE: “WHAT?!”
TORRIE WILSON: “Yup. Comes after three.”
EVA MARIE: “This is… this is… UGH!”
Eva pushes past Torrie and storms off, throwing a complete tantrum down the hall. Torrie watches, laughing to herself at Eva’s expense. She then turns towards the camera and winks before taking Eva’s spot in the chair just in time for Jan’s return. Jan shares a laugh with Torrie and starts getting her face prepared for the night.