Another night of partying and another night where Maryse woke up with a hang over. The posh and swanky hotel room she shared with Paige was being invaded by sunlight that finally awoke her from her slumber. She was nude but wrapped up in her silk blanket so when she rose up the audience didn't see any naughty bits. Her usual remedy for a hang over was to drink more so she felt on the floor for a half finished bottle of wine and took a gulp before rubbing at her eyes.

Maryse: What are you doing over there?

Paige: Working.

The camera panned over to Paige who was sitting at a desk in front of a laptop, clicking away. Unlike Maryse, she was fully dressed. A white dress shirt with a blue tie, a black headband with a blue rose attached to it resting across her skull, and a black skirt with blue and black striped stockings. Stylishly goth as usual.

Maryse: ..You type too loud. How did things go last night? With that guy? Please tell me that something got penetrated.

Paige: No. We just made out. I didn't want him to think I was slutty.

Maryse: ..You are the definition of lame.

Paige: If lame means not being a big ass whore. Let's not talk about my sex life. We have a match so you should try and be sober at least one day out of the week.

Maryse: We DO? Oh god damn it. Against who?

The dark haired diva's brow slowly begin to furrow as the look of concentration remained on her face.

Paige: That's what I'm trying to find out.

Maryse: HUH? Since when is it rocket science?!

Annoyed, Paige slowly looked over her shoulder and back at the French-Canadian.

Paige: Do you have any idea who the hell Lacey and Rain are?

Maryse: Uh. No. I don't. Probably from that hell hole Shimmer or something..

The former women's champ took another sip from her now empty bottle of wine and flopped back onto her bed.

Paige: Please put a shirt on for Christ's sake. From what I can gather they call themselves The Minnesota Home Wrecking Home. ..Uh. I think "Minnesota" is in there. I could be wrong. They were a big deal, fifteen years ago. ..Or something.

Maryse: What does that name even mean? No one gives a shit about Minnesota!

Paige: I have no idea. But I found something a lot more appalling than that.

Maryse: What?

Paige: Whichever one Lacey is held a title for like three hundred something days.

Maryse: Big deal.

Paige: The No-Limit Title. The longest reigning No-Limit Champion. A GUY'S title.

Maryse looked completely aghast and she began to grip the sides of her head which caused her to ruffle up some of her thick blond locks.

Maryse: One of them is a GUY?! What the hell?!

Paige: Yeah. EBWF was a weird place a couple of years ago. They had something called a "Vampiro" running around to. I'm not really sure how to come up with a strategy to fight a man. I guess Chris Jericho was busy sucking too hard as CEO to proof read the card.

Maryse: This is some BULL-SHIT.

Paige: Just punch the one that's a guy in the dick. We'll get DQ'd and we won't even have to deal with it. I'm pretty sure we could sue anyway.

The pair were still very confused as to why they were booked against man but they nodded in agreement at their apparent fate.

Paige: Oh. I also got us on a televison show.

Maryse released an audible gasp as Paige continued to stare at the screen in front of her.

Maryse: You DID?! Oh my god, Paige, you're a doll! Heyman's fat-ass couldn't do that! What major network is it?! What prime time show is it?!

Paige: ..The Travel Channel.

This is not exactly what Maryse was hoping to hear.

Maryse: The TRAVEL CHANNEL?! What the FUCK is the Travel Channel?! Is it public access or something?!

Paige wasn't as quick to anger as her partner but Maryse was pushing her there.

Paige: I don't see you getting off your lazy ass and finding anything! It's called Ghost Adventures.

Maryse: Oh. I see. You got us on some dumb ass ghost hunting show because it's all spooky and all that other dumb shit that YOU GOTH PEOPLE are all about, right?

Paige: Ghosts are cute.

Maryse: Ghosts are cute. Ghosts ARE CUTE?! They don't really look like The god damn Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, Paige! If ghosts are real, they're scary and rapists and murderers and GREEN AND UGLY AND SHIT!

There was a very long pause in the room following that outburst.

Paige: Ghosts are cute.

Maryse: Ughhhh. I hate you so much. How is this going to tie into our match with..those people?

Paige: We're going to make thinly veiled insults directed at our opponents that somewhat correspond with the situation we're facing like everyone else.

The duo slowly looked towards the camera to obliterate the fourth wall. The scene began to change.



"My name is Zak Bagans, Lead Investigator of the Ghost Adventures Crew. I never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video. With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigators, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night being locked down... from dusk until dawn. Raw; extreme; these are our Ghost Adventures."

A spooky montage of scenes from the show and eerie graphics played before the show began. Zak Bagans is a man who wears extremely tight shirts, always all black, and is pretty buff. He has short dark hair and seems to strike weird, sassy poses, for no apparent reason, as he informs the viewer about the haunted location he is about to travel in. The sun was beginning to set behind him as he stood in front of a rickety fence and a four story, sandstone gothic structure.

Zak Bagans: Tonight we are going to investigate the Franklin Castle in Cleveland Ohio.



Zak Bagans: This place is haunted. There are thirty rooms and the entire third floor is a ball room. This house's story is sad and disturbing. An entire family mysteriously died inside. Locals have heard voices, organs, shaking light fixtures and apparitions inside. Today we are joined by EBWF Superstars Maryse and Paige.

The camera panned over to them and it was painfully apparent that Maryse was staring at his crotch the entire time and wasn't really paying attention.

Zak Bagans: You two aren't really dressed for an investigation like this but that's alright.

Maryse was dressed very scantly and Paige was in her usual gothic lolita attire. But her skele-cat she had tucked under her arm did have a pair of night vision goggles on for reasons unknown to anyone but herself.

Zak Bagans: Have you two ever had any encounters with ghosts?

Maryse: We're going to have an encounter with ghosts Monday Night. Ghosts from the past, I guess you could say.

Paige: Yeah. Two nobodies are coming back to have a match with us and try to be famous again. One of them is a GUY so it's going to be really weird.

Maryse: We're just gonna punch the guy in his dick and smack the girl around.

Zak Bagans: Well, tonight might give you some experience on how to deal with your ghost problem you're going to be facing at Warfare. Let's head inside.

As everyone headed inside, the view turned to a pale, green to indicate night vision. The place was dusty and raggedy and certainly looked as though it might be haunted. Zak began to wave about a strange object that liked it was straight from one of the Ghost Busters flicks. It began to make a clicking sound while it's screen flashed with activity.

Zak Bagans: I'm sensing a whole lot of dark energy in this room right now.

The device began to speak in a mechanical sort of voice.

"..F I L L..M E..U P..P U T..I T..I N..M Y..M..O..U..T..H.."

Zak Bagans: Never..heard the the machine say anything like that before.

Maryse: Yeah, I'm pretty sure your ghost box thing is picking up my thoughts. Not ghosts. But we're going to put our FOOTS in Racey and Lane's mouth's this Monday Night on Warfare on A&E! ..Or whatever their names are.

Maryse stole a maneuver from Mick Foley's playbook and winked while giving the camera a thumbs up. The crew moved around her as they all entered a small room that looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Furniture was laying about and everything was grimy and unlivable. Zak stretched his arms out and walked in a circle

Zak Bagans: COME ON OUT YOU COCK SUCKIN' GHOSTS! WE'RE NOT AFRAID YOU, BRO! NO FEAR!

Maryse: ..Oh, yeah, great idea, douche. Let's yell at them and piss them off.

Paige stepped into the center of the room and began to set-up few objects. Notably some skull candles, a ouija board and portal i-pod dock. It began to play Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" as she moved her hands along the board.

Zak Bagans: Paige! What are you doing? That's not how you investigate ghosts!

Paige: Yes it is. I know all about these kind of things, alright? Just like I know how to kick Rage and Lady's ass Monday Night on A&E: Live from the Quicken Loans Arena!

Maryse: She's trying to summon a ghost so she can give it a ghost bloj.

Paige: Don't knock it until you've tried it. Just like we're going to knock Raze and Laney upside their heads!

Maryse: Live! Warfare! Presented by The Ikeda's!

Zak was not pleased by this shameless self promotion but his ghost tracking do-hickey began to go off like mad.

Zak Bagans: Oh man. That closet over there. It's what we call a "hot-spot". There are some serious paranormal activity going on there. Ladies. I'm heading inside. Barricade me in. I'm going to try and agitate the ghosts. Don't let me out unless I say so!

Zak marched inside of the closet and slammed the door shut. He began to loudly tough talk the supposed spirits. Maryse and Paige shrugged at one another before pushing a closet in front of the door. They stood around for maybe three seconds, two seconds tops before growing bored.

Maryse: This is lame.

Paige: Siiiigh. I was really hoping to see a ghost and take it home with me.

Maryse: This place is dirty and smells like a thousand butt holes. Let's go.

The pair took their leave from the allegedly haunted house but not before Maryse posed for the camera a few times. The second they left a sort of demonic sort of roar could be heard dwelling inside of the closet Zak had trapped himself.

Zak Bagans: ..Maryse?! Paige?! Let me out! Serious activity! Seriou--AHHH!

The roaring got louder and closet door shook as the scene faded out.