Maryse stared at her reflection from the enormous bathroom in her luxury suite. She looked completely gorgeous, as always. Her blond locks were perfect. Her dress was designer and skimpy enough to show off her breath taking curves. The jewelry she had on was expensive. But something was missing. She was a Queen without a crown. She didn't have the Women's Title that she held onto so firmly for months. With a scowl of disgust she stepped out into the expansive main quarters of the suite. It looked a bit messy since Maryse, despite being beautiful, wouldn't bother herself to clean it up after a night of drinking and sex. That's what maids were for. After sliding onto her couch she plucked out her cell phone from her purse, also designer, and made a quick phone call. Within a short amount of time an interviewer had been sent to her room. Todd Grisham. Or that's what she had been told his name was. She had always forgotten his name despite being interviewed by him on several occasions. The French-Canadian typically just referred to him as either "geek" or "virgin". In any event, he now sat a considerable distance away from her. Maryse's demand of course. The Queen sat on her plush and comfy loveseat while Grisham was allowed to sit on the long, white couch. Even though she had considered making him sit on the floor.

Maryse: See? This is the problem right here.

Todd Grisham: What do you mean?

Maryse: At this point I should be having PRESS CONFERENCES when I have something to say! Not being interviewed by..YOU! Paige and I were both in Maxim and did this company cover it at ALL? No. But I bet you if The god damn Miz or John Cena showed up at some rinky dink club they would be all over it!

She rolled her eyes in disgust and slouched down low in her chair.

Maryse: And Heyman! What the hell! He sets myself and Paige up with this fancy ass hotels and plane rides and Maxim photo shoots but doesn't promote it! What the hell happened with The Coalition?! We were hot for about five minutes! What happened to Daniel Bryan? When did Bully Ray stop doing ANYTHING?

Her arms folded over her chest before she flung some hair away from her face.

Maryse: I am not amused with this shit.

Grisham began to speak but cut off again.

Maryse: Another thing! What's up with all of those promo's for that new chick in the division?! I didn't get any of those when I made my debut!

Todd Grisham: Well, those were for MsChif.

Maryse stared long and hard.

Maryse: What in the [HORRIBLE EXPLETIVE] is a MsChif?! Damn it, I bet Paige knows who that is. They probably were both in that Shimmer hell hole. Glad I never had to waste my time there.

Todd Grisham: Speaking of which..this Sunday is the Royal Rumble. You and Paige are both entrants. What will happen if you have to face one another?

Maryse: Uh. I'll throw her ass out. That's what will happen.

Todd Grisham: Just like that? Aren't you two a tandem?

Maryse: Yeah. But I want that Wrestle Mania slot. I NEED that Wrestle Mania slot. I want all of that press coverage. I want hot celebrities to throw themselves at me and get wasted with them. I want my title back. I put DIAMONDS in it! I bet Maria's dumb ass took them out. Ugh. I hate that goofy bitch.

Maryse huffed and looked at her reflection in one of her costly rings.

Todd Grisham: Winning the Rumble is no easy feat, I'm sure you're aware.

Maryse: Isn't it? Look, we all know that Aksana, Kelly Kelly and Brooke Tessmacher aren't going to do jack shit. Right? I bet the three of them combined last under a minute. And that little chipmunk faced Portia Perez and her loser indy darling pal that hang out with that fat bald dude? C'mon. Get serious. And Taeler! Taeler Hendrix! That dumb ho was supposed to HELP me in my title defense and she couldn't even get that right!

The table positioned by Maryse got flipped over by the former Champion as thoughts of that night were not exactly her fondest memories.

Maryse: Who else is even in this thing?

Todd Grisham: Well, you have Layla..

Maryse: Ha! She has enough trouble wobbling her fat British ass down to the ring! Seriously, if her ass gets any fatter she's not going to be able to squeeze into those disgusting short shorts she tries to rock. Also, she's a midget. She also willingly let The Miz inside of her which is HIGHLY questionable

Todd Grisham: There are also up and comers such as ODB and Eve..

Maryse: ODB was up and coming for like a week and then she LOST to Brooke Tessmacher. I'm pretty sure he's on a one-train to jobber town. Not overly concerned with One Dumb Bitch or whatever he stupid ass name stands for. And Eve? Gross. She does all that weird Jim-Jitsu shit and it just looks like a lot of rolling around and sweaty vag punching to me. I don't get down that way so I'll thank her to keep her hands to herself and eliminate herself. While also informing everyone what Del Rio's..

Maryse paused and sighed while making a dismissive wave with her wrist.

Maryse: I think I made my dick quota jokes at Warfare so you can fill in the blanks.

Todd Grisham: Finally, I would think that you have an invested interest in the winner of the Maria and A.J. Lee match. One of them could very well be your opponent at Wrestle Mania, should you prove victorious.

Maryse: Didn't I drop both of them last week? I did, didn't I? Heh. I'm so great. And to tell you the truth I don't really care since I hate them both. My record against Maria is one thousand and one so I'm more than anxious to make up for that embarrassment by ripping that skank's eyes out. And that nut job A.J. still needs to be taught a lesson that when a man decides to move on to better and PRETTIER women, she should just step aside and go skip in front of a train.

Todd Grisham: And about that man in question..

Maryse: No comment. The poor guy is going through a lot already.

Grisham looked a little astounded at the very rare nice gesture that Maryse displayed.

Todd Grisham: In the case, I appreciate your time, Maryse.

Maryse: Yeah, I bet you do, sick pervert.

Todd left Maryse to stew in her lavish surroundings while she no doubt was already formulating ideas for her comeback title run.

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Across town, the other half of the duo was in a similar suite that looked like the mirror opposite of Maryse's in terms of style in arrangement. It was a gothic wonderland. Not all Hot Topicy but very designer gloomy. The youngest member of the EBWF roster was dressed in a burgundy colored dress with a purple ribbon on the hip and black and grey stockings on underneath of it. She finished up her eyeliner before tossing the remains into a cobweb designed trash can. After making sure her appearance was striking and depressing enough she began to head for her door when a knock came to it. She opened it to see an older woman standing in front of her with bright red dyed hair. Paige didn't hesitate to slam the door and lock it.

Paige: No.

She said to herself with a blank emotion as she turned her back to the door. The knocking came again. After a groan she opened it again.

Saraya: Is that anyway to treat your mother?

Paige's mother was also a professional wrestler who went by the moniker of "Sweet Saraya". She was currently 41 years old and gave birth to Paige at a close age to her daughter's present. Her father was a wrestler and so was her two older brothers. The Knights. An entirely family of wrestlers.

Paige: ..Hello.

Paige said lifelessly and without a trace of happiness. She hadn't even moved aside to let her mother in.

Paige: Why are you here? You didn't bring Dad or Zak and Roy did you?

Saraya: They aren't here at the moment, but yes, they all made the trip to see my darling daughter compete in the Royal Rumble.

Her mother beamed with pride but Paige still stood somewhat slouched while scowling.

Saraya: Going to let your mum in?

Paige: No.

Paige folded her arms and leaned against the door way.

Paige: You shouldn't have come here.

Saraya: Too busy? For your family? You don't respond to e-mails and your number is disconnected.

Paige: I CHANGED my number. Why do you think I FLED from England after getting the first deal I could in the states? Because I have a low-life family whom I'm the only one with any shred of talent! I'm not going to let you clowns embarrass me and leech off of my fame.

Saraya was a tough lady that didn't take any lip but she was devastated to hear these words from her daughter.

Paige: And compete in the Rumble? No. I'm going to win.

Saraya: You don't even use the Knight last name any more.

Paige: Oh, I wonder why! I don't want to be associated with this "family". Another thing. The reason I dress like this? Your fault. Mommy and Daddy issues? Also your fault. Therapy? Your fault!

The sneer on her face grew wider.

Paige: I'll be at Wrestle Mania, I'll win the Women's Title and I won't let it get tarnished by YOU and DAD and my moron brothers. Forgot my name. I'm disowning you.

The door slammed once again. Paige only treated this run-in as a mild annoyance when it would shake most people. She and Maryse shared a lot of the same, selfish and obscene qualities.