Friction

There was some activity going on just outside of the shared locker room of two of the most notorious trouble makers in the Diva's division. It seemed as though Maryse and Paige were having a conflict and this wasn't out of the ordinary for the pair of strong willed females. Both former champions and Queens of the Ring glared at one another with their arms folded. The blonde, crass French-Canadian was dressed in a slinky red dress while her icy, British counterpart was clad in a black lolita inspired, with black/blue striped stockings.

Paige: I need to explain myself? ME?

Maryse: Uh. Yeah. You heard me.

The stare down began to intensify. 

Maryse: You were trying to recruit that..that..fuckin' mouse baby?! What the hell was up with that?

The raven haired beauty rose an eyebrow.

Paige: ..Mouse..baby?

Maryse: I'm talking about A.J., damn it! Don't you know how much I hate that little nutjob?!

Paige: I want to be associated with the best. And whether or not you want to admit it or not, A.J. has talent. Whatever issues you two had in the past should have been swept away by now. 

Maryse: Are you kidding me right now?!

The duo both had their fists cocked back and they weren't above coming to blows with one another.

Paige: How about you? What is it with you and Leo Kruger? You keep making the eyes at him and you know how much I loathe that piece of filth!

Maryse: W-What?! I don't know what you're talking about!

Paige: He's a male. He has a penis. Presumably. That's usually all you need.

Maryse: He isn't even my type!

Paige: EVERYONE is your type you dirty slut!

Maryse: Goth bitch!

This seemed as if it were the absolute worst time to try and interrupt. But that's precisely what happened as Renee Young began to approach the pair with a microphone in hand. Before she could even open her mouth they both turned to her and snapped.

Paige and Maryse: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!

Renee Young: I..just wanted to ask about the Diva's Turmoil match.

Both ladies seethed at one another for a few more moments before turning away. Maryse flicked her hair back and Paige quietly cleared her throat.

Paige: While we are having some problems at the moment..there is no question that we're going to be completely united in this match.

Maryse: Long story short, we hate everyone else in this match a lot more. And we both want to be Women's Champion again. 

Paige: We're former champions and we've both won The Queen of the Ring. We're far too dominant for anyone in that match to possibly handle. Not as if the competition is anything to be worried about. Ancient left overs like Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson..

Maryse: ..or nobodies like Eve and The Canadian Ninja's. Or losers like MsChif, Kaitlyn and Velvet Sky who's asses we've kicked so many times I've lost count.

Paige: They aren't even worthy of our time. 

Renee Young: This match is going to be contested like a gauntlet match. Meaning that if you two very well could end up having to face one another. What will you do then?

Paige and Maryse: Stomp the shit out of that bitch.

Both women looked completely aghast and appalled at what the other had said.

Maryse: What the shit?!

Paige: You brain dead little traitor!

They both began to bicker before scowling at Renee and the camera crew.

Maryse: Shove these camera's up your ass and your own damn business!

Renee deduced that now would probably be a great time to hit the bricks before she ended up being swung at. The interviewer and camera's fled as Maryse and Paige started in on each other again.

Queen Cruel

The screen was covered by a thick, black mass of hair. It belonged to former Women's Champion and reigning Queen of the Ring Paige. The raven colored tresses hung in front of the young woman's face and completely concealed her pale features. She was dressed in a long black gown with white skull design in the middle and long, purple and black striped socks covered her feet. She was sitting directly in the center of a bed with deep blue colored sheets and black curtains covered the windows to keep even the slightest bit of sun from coming. Her voice came out in a lifeless drone and for all intents and purposes she strongly resembled the ghostly apparition from the film The Ring.

Paige: ..And I'm only a crack..in this castle of glass..hardly anything left..for you to see..

The camera panned back to reveal Maryse leaning against a black colored dresser with her arms folded and Ryback standing closer to the bed, lightly poking at a Jack 'O Lantern styled lamp.

Ryback: Is..uh..she going to be okay?

Maryse: She's fine. She just gets emo as shit when she's emotional.

The native of Norwich England slowly pulled out a straight razor from one of her socks and turned her wrist inwardly towards herself.

Maryse: Oh, god damn it. Give me that! No cutting!

The blonde struggled with Paige for a moment or two before successfully snatching the razor out of her possession. Ryback looked on and was becoming slightly alarmed.

Ryback: Should I call a doctor or something?!

Maryse: No! I told you! She's just being all emo!

Paige: ..That..worthless bitch..

A deep sigh escaped the former champion's chest and her head sunk a little lower.

Paige: ..stole my title. That stupid, barely sentient, whore is walking around with two titles. I don't want to live in this world anymore..

Maryse pinched the area between her eyes as she was obviously very used to this type of behavior from her young charge. She strolled over to the side of the bed and lifted up a laptop that was resting on one of the black pillows. She began to inspect the screen.

Maryse: Oh my god. Dead Journal is still a thing?! And you're posting in it?! "I want to drown. Take my crown. I'll leave this town. I hate you Angelina Love, I hate the sound of your voice, words cannot properly describe how much I hate you, go die." Well, I mean it kind of stopped rhyming there at the end but..

Maryse sat the laptop down and lowered onto her knee's onto the bed and placed her hands onto Paige's shoulders.

Maryse: Listen. Ya just got over confident. No big deal. You can get your title back. 

Paige: ..I'm still the Queen?

Maryse: Yeah, you're still the Queen! They can't take that away from you! Do you know what you need to do?

The French-Canadian began to lightly pet the hair of the dreary monarch. 

Maryse: Kick the ever loving shit out of her goofy looking little sidekick Velvet Sky. I mean, seriously, is that not the worst stripper name of all time? Smack that bitch cross eyed.

Paige: ..And she's fat?

Maryse: Yes. She's fat. Velvet Sky is the fattest fatty that ever fatted, okay? The only thing fatter is what she stuffs in her mouth every night.

Silence filled the room for a moment or two.

Maryse: I'm talking about cocks.

Paige: I gathered.

Paige rose up in her sitting position and was no longer slouching. She pulled her hair away from her face and spoke once more in her usual confident and Queenly manner of speech.

Paige: Yes. I do believe have made your point. I will grovel no longer. Especially not because of the actions of someone as pathetic as The Beautiful People. I will begin to extract my revenge by absolutely destroying that leech of a sidekick that follows Angelina around like a puppy, as I have done in the past. Slowly but surely I shall make her pay for this. I will methodically tear every faucet of her life apart until she begs me for mercy. Unfortunately, she will not find any..

There were some cruel thoughts brewing within the young woman's head as she rose up from the bed and lightly began to smirk.

Paige: I do not wish to wait even a moment longer. Let's get to the arena so the entire world can hear just how badly I'm going to embarrass simple little Velvet Sky.

Maryse: Finally! 

The now reinvigorated Paige began to gather up some far more suitable clothes for trash talking in front of an audience. Ryback and Maryse left her to complete this task.

----

Paige arrived at the Prudential Center with Maryse and Ryback in tow. She was walking with a purpose through the hallways as her plan was to deliver a scathing promo in the direction of The Beautiful People and namely Velvet Sky, her upcoming opponent. But there was someone blocking their path. Someone who would be virtual unknown to just about anyone other than Paige herself. Maryse rested a palm on her waist in an impatient manner and Ryback grunted in annoyance.

Maryse: Get out of the way, ASSHOLE!

Ryback: Hey Paige. Want me to kick this guy's ass?

Paige typically kept herself completely reserved and almost seemed bored at times but there was a look of deep hatred appearing on her face. The man standing in front of her was her father. Ricky Knight. He wasn't terribly tall and had a rotund shape with a short cut mohawk. He appeared to be in his late forties.

Ricky Knight: Paige..

Paige: Oh my. They do allow anyone backstage these days, don't they? I had thought that Velvet Sky was the biggest piece of garbage in the building but, evidently, I was mistaken.

It had been referenced in the past that Paige vehemently hates her family. A wrestling family that ran it's own small promotion in England. After Paige landed a contract in the states, she cut off all times with them.

Ricky Knight: Paige..I had my retirement match last week..

Paige actually laughed out loud, an occurrence that didn't happen very often.

Paige: Finally decided to hang it up? Awww. I assumed you would just keep chugging along once you realized that you wouldn't be able to leech off of my success.

Ricky Knight: It's not like that. We don't know why you cut us all off but we just wanted you to be there. Your mother was so heart broken and-

Paige: Are you still going on? Seriously? I have a match to prepare that isn't taking place in front of fifty people in a barn. 

Maryse: Well, Velvet kind of looks like she belongs in a barn..

Paige: Ah, how very true. She does resemble some sort of creature that would wallow in it's own filth doesn't she?

Paige's father was being outright ignored as Paige and Maryse exchanged smirks with one another. He took a cautious step or two forward as he didn't want to rile up the gorilla known as Ryback.

Ricky Knight: Paige. Please. I just want to talk to you. I'm your father and-

Paige: Shut. Up. I know who you are and I'm ashamed of it. I wish I could wipe my gene pool clean so I couldn't be traced back to you, mom or my two worthless brothers. You're pathetic and looking at you makes me ill. Do you see what you're doing right now? I'm wasting perfectly good venom on the likes of you when it's supposed to be reserved for that horrid Velvet Sky.  

Ricky Knight: Just hear me out!

Paige: ENOUGH. Take a hint and stay away from me.

Paige began to walk forward and behaved as if her father was invisible. He reached out to try and touch her shoulder and this was all she needed to sic Ryback on him. The big man struck down the Englishman with a clothesline right to the throat. Ricky crumbled onto his back and Ryback reached down to snag him by the throat.

Paige: Ryback. Force him to bow to me.

With complete ease, Ryback flipped Mr. Knight over onto his stomach, drug him by the scruff of his jacket and pressed his face against the hallway floor right in front of Paige's feet. His daughter stared down at the sight without even the slightest hint of remorse.

Paige: That's right. Grovel at my feet. I'm the only one in the entire family with even a trace of talent. That's exactly where you belong. But don't feel to bad, father..

The youngest member of the EBWF delivered a kick right into her father's ribs.

Paige: You won't be the only one begging at my feet tonight.

Ricky wheezed as Ryback released his grip. Paige and Maryse stepped straight over his body and the scene ended.  

And You Will Never Be Royals

EBWF resident harlequin princess could be found skipping her way through the hallways of the Walls Fargo Center, humming a little tune to herself. The fiance of Trent? was off in her own little world, as usual, but something in her path caused her to pause. A rather large, imposing sight. Ryback. But that wasn't what had caught her attention. It was the person standing beside her. Paige. A.J. Lee didn't budge for a few moments. Her mind began to quickly swirl.

..Paige..friends with Maryse..Maryse..horrible, demon woman from hell that tried to kill her relationship with her beloved, soon to be husband. Within a blink of an eye she rushed towards the raven haired Women's Champion. But preventing Paige from being touched is what Ryback was there for. He gripped A.J. by the shoulders, lifted her up, and held her pinned against the wall. Her legs kicked about furiously, like some kind of little feral animal, but she was basically infant sized when compared to the powerful force holding her. In an odd twist, he wasn't trying to harm her but merely restrain her.

Paige: Do try and compose yourself.

That wasn't about to happen as A.J. was still struggling about wildly.

Paige: I understand that you relate me to Maryse. It's clear that what she did to you has had an..obvious effect on your mind. But that's the past. I'm trying to build an empire and all of our previous encounters have proved to me that you're better than the current company that you keep.

A.J. had a very skeptical look on her face as her head tilted it's self sideways.

Paige: Surely better than your useless partner. I also hold you in a much higher regard than that loathsome piece of garbage, Angelina, that I'll be soon defending against. Not to mention her equally vile partner whom took your tag titles away from you. By no fault of your own, I might add. It is, once more, the fault of those you are associated with. I'm arranging something very big, A.J. You can be a part of it. Or you can be left behind. It's your choice. You can become royalty or you can continue to wallow in filth with the likes of The Beautiful People. 

Ryback gently placed A.J. back onto solid ground and the soles of her Converse All Stars. The corners of Paige's lips curled into a smile and she waved Ryback along as they departed from the hallway. A.J. looked on in bewilderment at the account of this unexpected encounter. 

 Renee Young was new to the EBWF but she had been informed that pro wrestlers often times selected very unusual locations for their scheduled interviews. So when she was told she would find Women's Champion Paige in a strange, underground nightclub she wasn't too thrown off. As she made her way down the steps where the club was located, she could hear a thumping beat, a strange mix of EDM and Joy Division. The entire venue was bathed in neon lights, casting pale pink and blue lights over everything they touched.The newcomer was able to find Paige in a corner booth. She was lounging against the cushions behind her seating arrangement and all around the table had been decorated with blue colored roses, which seemed to be a favorite for the Queen. Renee began to approach and Paige lifted her head to greet her.

Paige: Renee Young?

Renee: Yes, it's nice to meet you.

Renee held her hand out intending it to be shaken or at least lightly grasped. Paige did not reciprocate the gesture. 

Paige: You have a lot of sudden hype surrounding you. ..Not nearly as impressive as I would have imagined.

It was difficult to determine how you were supposed to react when someone you were assigned to interview gave you a comment like that straight out of the gate. So she took a seat in the booth but kept something of  distance.

Renee Young: This is a very..eccentric place for an interview.

Paige: To be quite honest, I was growing tired of speaking into a camera in a dingy locker room. No matter how well you dress it up, it's still a locker room.

She lowered a pair of fingers to take one of the expensive sweets resting on the table in front of them and slowly popped it into her mouth.

Paige: Ever so tired..

The attitude of the Women's Champion continued to grow even more snobby since winning the Queen of the Ring.

Renee Young: You make it sound like you're too good for the rest of the locker room..

Paige: Oh, do I? Well, that's only because it's true. I don't mean just the women. The men as well. You must understand that I'm not delusional. I realize that simply winning a tournament filled with Diva's who posed no real challenge to me does not truly make me a Queen. But I will carry myself like royalty and who better than someone from England? Certainly far more fitting than someone from..whatever corner of hell Angelina Love has crawled out of.  

Renee Young: Are you saying that you aren't viewing Angelina as a threat?

Paige: Of course I am. Why do you think I assaulted her a few weeks ago? Am I worried about her potentially taking my title away from me? Not at all. I've defeated Angelina before, in fact, I've defeated both of The Beautiful People. There isn't a great deal they can say about me. I've obviously proven that I'm a better wrestler than both of them. Their whole deal is that they are supposed to be "pretty" but anyone with a pair of eyes can tell that I'm more attractive. They can't even use fashion as an insult since, obviously, anything I'm wearing is much more expensive and classy than their entire wardrobe. 

She made a note to motion to the usual gothic-lolita style of attire she presently had on.

Paige: Wouldn't you agree? Or do you prefer the sort of nauseating attire Angelina trapezes around in? 

Renee began to reply but Paige quickly cut her off.

Paige: Nevermind. I simply don't care what your opinion may be.  My point is, what do they have to use against me? Nothing. It's also very telling..

Paige began her thought but paused for a moment to rub at her chin.

Paige: ..that after I attacked Angelina she didn't even attempt to extract any form of revenge. I understand that she has an incredibly simple mind but jumping someone in a hallway is even within her grasp, I feel. Surely, if someone had dropped me in the same manner that I did to her I would be out for blood. But I didn't hear so much as a threat. Oh, I heard plenty of whimpering when I laid her out, but no threats. Her little, mindless friend didn't even attempt to help her. So I must ask. Is she afraid? Or does she simply have no passion? I believe it's combination of the two. Or perhaps she's doing what we've all suspected this entire time to keep her gainfully employed? Wes Ikeda is back, you know, so perhaps he's been giving her jaw a work out..

 The Queen raised her eyebrows up and down a few times after her saucy little moment and Renee looked a little taken off guard.

Paige: As I've stated before, The Beautiful People were once the top dogs around here but their time has come and gone. Very soon I may not even allow them to keep their tag titles in their possession..   

Renee Young: Please don't take any offense but a lot of what you're saying seems to come from a very bitter place..

The English Diva's usually frosty expression darkened. 

Paige: Is that what you think? Are you even actually a journalist? It is a bitter place. I've been treated with nothing but disrespect since the moment I stepped foot into this company. The Beautiful People were treated like stars when they arrived while I was not afforded that luxury. I had to claw and scratch my way to where I am with every conceivable obstacle thrown in front of me. I was overlooked and treated like an afterthought. When Paul Heyman created his little Coalition he promised to take myself and Maryse to the promised land. He did NOTHING for us and when he began finding new clients do you think he sought us out? No. Of course not. Maryse and I learned that if you want to get to the top, you have to make it there yourself. That's exactly what she did and that's exactly what I'm doing.

Paige leaned in closer to the interviewer and chose her words to be very precise and to the point.

Paige: Have you ever considered what would happen if a WOMAN orchestrated something that couldn't be ignored in this company? Do you think it's ever crossed Angelina Love's tiny pea brain or anyone else's?

Paige gave the blonde in front of her a few taps on her forehead and she quickly pulled back.

Paige: You haven't. Because you are simple. But it's another reason why I won't allow myself to lose to that ghastly, frightful excuse for a human being. I still plan on shattering the Women's Title. I've just yet to decide on the plan and time. To make a clear and definitive statement. Can you possibly imagine what it would be like if one of The Beautiful People could call themselves a double champion? I shudder at the thought. It would be better if I simply destroyed it than allow it to fall into her unworthy hands Or anyone else for that matter. That is why I am a Queen and I will not allow such a thing to transpire. Yes, I am a Queen and she is nothing more than Canadian trash. I've come much too far to allow someone as low as Angelina put an end to all of my hard work and tireless effort.

Renee: But there is such a lineage with a title and--

As Renee began expressing the importance of the Women's title and it's history, she felt a shadow loom over her. It belonged to Ryback who stood with his arms folded over his ridiculously sculpted body.

Paige: I'm bored with your questions and your obvious favoritism towards Angelina Love. 

 Paige slipped a hand onto her cheek and stifled a small yawn.

Paige: You can go now. Ryback please escort this..creature to the exit.

Despite the fact that Renee was aware that the club did not actually belong to Paige, she wasn't about to argue when staring up at a sight like Ryback. She nodded in compliance as the giant of a men led her from Paige's presence. 

Don't Call It A Comeback

In the backstage area, Christy Hemme stood poised to interview Maryse. The French-Canadian was dressed in her ring gear with a pair of dark sunglasses over her eyes and a ridiculous amount of jewelery on her fingers and wrists. She was looking away from the camera while making sure her hair looked stunning enough.

Christy Hemme: Folks, this week Warfare takes place in--

Maryse slid in front of Christy and held a palm in front of her face while addressing the camera directly.

Maryse: An obvious piece of shit town since there isn't a single decent place to stand in front of to cut a promo.

Christy Hemme: ..And I'm here with someone who we haven't seen in action in a bit--

Maryse lowered her expensive sunglasses.


Maryse: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the hell up. What are you trying to say?

Christy Hemme: I'm only saying that we haven't seen you compete since the Queen of the Ring tournament. 

Maryse: Yeah, you haven't seen me compete because I was busy supporting my FRIEND Paige. I gave her all of my guidance and look what happened. She won the whole damn thing and now she's the champ. 

Maryse began to tap at her chin in a mock display of thought while smirking towards the fiery redhead in front of her.

Maryse: Come to think of it, when I won last year..who's ass did I beat in the final round? Oh yeah! It was YOURS! You never even wrestled again after that did you? So don't shoot me those looks or I'll give you another reminder as to why I'm still Queen Bitch around here.

Things began to look a little tense but Christy carried on with the interview like a professional. 

Christy Hemme: You will find yourself in the ring against Torrie Wilson..

Maryse: No one gives a SHIT about Torrie Wilson anymore. Don't even try to compare us. I get that we're both former champions and former Queens of the ring. And if you were completely stupid you maybe might think we're comparable when it comes to looks. Except we aren't. Torrie Wilson is "pretty". I, on the other hand, am mother fuckin' GORGEOUS.

Her long, perfect, blonde hair was given a dramatic flick backwards. 

Maryse: Any guy on the planet would pick me over here. Torrie would take a guy home and bake them cookies. I would turn them out. I'm a naughty farmer.

Christy Hemme: Excuse me, a what?

Christy peered a bit closer since this was a turn she, and probably everyone else on the planet, was unfamiliar with. 

Maryse: A naughty farmer. It's someone who teaches guys or girls to do things they never thought they would do. And I grow straight freaks. Torrie Wilson is not a naughty farmer with her, wholesome, Mrs Buttersworth lookin' ass. 

Maryse twirled and brought attention to the weird, sleeveless, sparkly trench coat/cape thing she wore down to the ring. 

Maryse: Do you see this shit I'm wearing? This shit is amazing. I've got a cape.

Christy Hemme: So it sounds like you're confident--

Maryse: A cape, god damn it!

Christy Hemme: ..Confident coming into this match.


Maryse: I'm going to smack that bitches head off.

Christy Hemme: With that said there is some speculation going on in the EBWF fanbase. So of our fans believe that there may be some problems brewing between you and Paige. It's a well known fact that you enjoy the spotlight and Paige has the brightest light shining on her in the Women's Division at the moment.

Maryse: We're PARTNERS. We support each other. I helped groom Paige. One of us was going to win that tournament and it didn't matter which one it is.

Christy Hemme: But Paige also claims that she's going to destroy the title. Are you going to stand by and watch that? A title you carried for months?

Maryse paused for a few long seconds and seemed unsure of how to answer.

Maryse: Hell yeah I am. That's part of our plan and it's been that way for awhile now. We're going to break that..big..shiny..beautiful..belt and hit the road.
 

Obviously, she seemed to be having second thoughts about the idea of smashing something that she felt made her look even sexier.

Maryse: Yeah. But first I'm going to drag Torrie's washed up face around the ring and make her cry. She's done and if you don't stop trying to start problems, you're going to be next, firecrotch.

The platinum blonde sneered in the announcers face and she reared her head back. Maryse walked off and Christy turned towards the camera to sign off when Maryse stepped back over to swat the microphone from her hand and onto the floor. She let out a loud "PSH!" sound and actually took her leave after that demonstration. 

Hail To The Queen

A courtyard filled with a bed of blue roses, Paige's favorite kind, where a small black had been resting. The surrounding's were fit for a Queen of the British young Diva's stature. Gates with bat wing and grinning ghoul designs that were a dreary black color. Glowing Jack O' Lantern sphere's sat atop lampposts that shined light on the gothic elegance that Paige demanded. Large, gloomy tree's with twisted branches and even head stones could be spotted in the background. It looked like something out of an AFI video and obviously Paige spared no expense to provide comfort for herself while cutting her promo's. She was carried in on the large shoulder of Tensai who was partial to black suits with purple ties and dark sunglasses these days. He delicately placed her onto her cushion and promptly handed her a cup of tea to enjoy. The pale skinned monarch was dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion with a frilly black gown and jacket, a large, red ribbon bow tie, a red bat symbol design cross from the front to the back on her dress, another red cross on her shawl and bottom half, high heeled black boots with a red cross, and a red ribbon on her left ankle. 

Paige: Do allow me to explain once more why I refuse to leave Summer Slam without the Women's Championship. 

Tensai stood with his arms folded behind Paige as she began to explain her accession to the throne. 

Paige: Despite being the youngest, most beautiful and most talented woman on this entire pitiful little roster, I was never paid proper respect. I went far beyond what is expected to be entertaining and memorable and despite all of this, I watched as all of the attention was given to the mediocre and dull. I did not receive a single Slammy nomination and I was rarely given an opportunity to compete in single matches. 

Paige spoke with a new, stereotypical, upperclass sort of speech pattern. She was practically looking down on the viewer with boredom, arrogance, snobbery and apathy. 

Paige: When I was finally given the opportunity to shine I defeated both of The Beautiful People, Torrie Wilson and A.J. Lee and consecutive weeks. There is little that I cannot do. 

She paused to take a sip of her tea.

Paige: I promised that when I won the title I would destroy it posthaste and I shall. For the way that I was treated, I shall properly dispose of the championship that means so much to so many. That has such a prestige behind it. ..That must..be..destroyed..

Her eyes turned up the level of intensity by narrowing into a deep glare.

Paige: I shall even conduct a special ceremony at the location of my choosing to shatter it into a million, insignificant, unrecognizable pieces. Another reason for this crusade. MsChif. Our current and reigning champion..at least until Summer Slam. Do fetch me some more tea, Tensai.

Tensai: Yes Paige.

Paige looked up towards her giant, bald bodyguard of sorts. She was displeased. She fully expected him, and everyone else, to have the highest standards of formality when conversing with her.

Tensai: Yes Queen Paige.

She nodded and he headed off with the tea cup in tow.

Paige: As I was saying..MsChif. Someone who had been with the company essentially a month and received a Slammy nomination over me. ME. My tireless work and effort was ignored and I took this as a slap in the face. Ever since that moment I have held a grudge against her and I patiently awaited my chance to humiliate her. That time has finally arrived.

Paige smirked a bit with an enchanting air of grace and dignity but also sarcasm and condescension. MsChif was below her and she wanted everyone to know it.

Paige: Don't get the wrong picture. This is not merely about a statue. This woman does not deserve the admiration that is bestowed upon her. She does not deserve to be a champion. She is a dull, boring and quite honestly, STUPID female wrestler. I don't care how long she has been in this business or how long she's fought to make it here. Someone made a mistake to bring here her and someone made an even bigger mistake by allowing her a title opportunity. This..thing..as the face of your division simply makes us all look horrible. I did effortlessly DESTROY the majority of this roster to simply allow her to walk out of that arena with some type of fluke victory. There will be no room for error and when it is over she is going to wish she never heard my name.

Tensai returned with a fresh cup of tea for Paige which she took without even looking at him. The smirk on her face grew a little wider.

Paige: There was no mistake when I instructed Tensai, a three pound man, to come to the ring and Chokeslam MsChif. I. Loved. Every. Second of it. My only regret is that he didn't break her spine in two. But we haven't seen much of the poor thing since then, have we? I hope every second was complete and total agony for her. I hope when I come down to the ring that the title is simply handed to me because that abomination is laying helpless in a hospital bed somewhere.

Paige was defintely showing her vindictive streak with these comments.

Paige: I signed to this company before my twenty birthday and it took MsChif her entire career to make it here. There's no need for this match because everyone with a pulse and a brain realizes that she could not defeat me on my worst day. We cannot be compared and anyone who does is obviously a moron and a fool. 

She even began to laugh just a little.

Paige: Do you know what the funniest part is? MsChif is supposed to be so talented. A fine champion to represent the EBWF. The PINNACLE of what a female wrestler is supposed to be because of the title she holds and it doesn't mean a thing. After all her hard work, after this long, painful struggle..she doesn't have any respect. All she amounts to is a punchline in one of John Cena's little routine's about how she has a dick. 

It was clear that the Queen of the Ring was not impressed with the level of infamy her opponent has achieved. 

Paige: THAT is your Women's Champion. A joke. Not even a funny one at that. No one will ever hold her in the same regard as Lita or Trish Stratus. She will never main event an episode of Warfare. Not even close. All she will ever be is a screeching, idiot holding up devil horns while hacking up green mist. A clown. Compared to MsChif I am royalty and she's not even fit to be in the same ring with me. And I will prove this at Summer Slam.

After those cutting words, the scene was brought to it's conclusion.

Watch The Throne

It was time for a light night meeting. A long dining table separated a pair who were sitting on opposite ends from one another. A blue table cloth covered the table and a vase of blue roses sat in the middle. A chandelier hung towards the center and it provided the only light as the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness. 

Paige: Thank you for joining me tonight. I love the decor. You know what I like. This has been a little..different from our first date, hasn't it?

The youngest member of the EBWF roster took a moment to admire her surroundings. A half finished glass of wine sat in front of her. The table's second occupant was sitting amongst all of the shadows. 

Paige: Most guys aren't so willing to participate in this kind of thing but you're different, aren't you? This is a momentous occasion after all. After Sunday I don't think anyone is ever going to refer to me as a sidekick again. Nor will they decide that I don't deserve a single Slammy nomination after all my hard work and effort. 

The grip she held on her wine glass got a little tighter and her teeth even began to grit for a moment or two. 

Paige: Not that it's going to matter any more. Revenge is a very strong motivator and it tastes so sweet when you finally get to extract it. 

A wistful sigh escaped her chest and she momentarily slipped into a little daydream about the scenario playing out in her head. A spiteful little grin appeared on her pale features.

Paige: I've been hellbent for months and I don't think I could have planned it out any better. Torrie Wilson and The Beautiful People all in a row? Even I'm impressed with myself and I plan on holding the past over the heads of everyone who slighted me. It really wasn't even all that difficult. They were all so arrogant and over confident that they never even saw me coming.

After blinking slowly she leaned a little closer in her chair.

Paige: What advice do I have for A.J.? 

Paige cleared her throat and placed a hand over her chest and recited a lyric like a Shakespearean actress. 

Paige: "Take heart, sweet heart, or I will take it from you."

She laughed quietly to herself while resting a hand on her cheek.

Paige: You know what I find odd? This is the first time I've ever faced her in a singles match despite the big issue she had with Maryse. Sure, Maryse did a good job snapping her mind in two but I think all it did was make her more dangerous. Before that she just all "Video game reference, blah blah blah, bloo bloo bloo." 

The British born Diva wiggled her fingers about in a mock menacing manner. 

Paige: Now she's actually a bit twisted, isn't she? I know what you're thinking. She's barely five foot and about seventy pounds. I think being absolutely, completely insane gives someone a bit of an edge, wouldn't you say? 

The camera switched to an over the shoulder view of whomever Paige was speaking to. A large figure that was embedded in the darkness that only let out a muffled and inaudible response. 

Paige: Silly me. You can't really respond much right now, can you? That's alright. I just imagine you're nodding your head. If..you were able to nod your head.

She thoughtfully gave few chin a tap or two.


Paige: Have I told you about my family issues before? My entire family are wrestlers. Mom, dad, brothers everyone. And they expected ME to be the bread winner so they could all tag-a-long and ride on my coattails. It makes sense because I'm pretty and the only one with any talent but they never seemed to realize that I worked so hard just so I could come to the States to get away from them. I've changed my e-mail countless times as well as my phone number. I guess they thought I was going to fly them all in.

Paige rolled her eyes and it was obvious that she had a lot of scorn towards her family.

Paige: I can't imagine what they will try to do when I become the Queen. ..Worthless bunch of bastards.

Her eyes shifted away while those almost growled words slipped from her tongue. 

Paige: See? I had a horrible upbringing and I'm completely not insane like A.J. I guess I can handle emotional stress a lot better than her. Needless to say, my mind is a lot sharper as well. I'm not as unpredictable as her but I'm much more precise. ..But I do distance myself from everyone..

 A quick shrug of the shoulders.

Paige: Ah well. Money and fame will go a long away to helping push down any issues I have. I'm aware that becoming Women's Champion is not the one way golden ticket to stardom but that's because it's being held by MsChif right now. She still has that indy mind frame and is content with simply being a good little fighting champion. I have plans as you are aware. They COULD have been plans to make EBWF an even bigger brand but since they treated me like a step-child I'm going to be so, so greedy. Have I mentioned how much it terribly annoyed me when MsChif got a nomination for Woman of the Year after having..like..three matches? That was being extremely generous for someone with such marginal abilities. 

After a deep, cleansing breath she held up a palm.


Paige: I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll deal with her after I deal with A.J. She's already had her shot at MsChif and I actually shudder to think what would happen if she became Queen. Do you think there is a single rational thought inside that empty little head of hers? Honestly, you can't put such prestige on the shoulders of someone who could break down at any given moment. It wouldn't do much to help her already precarious grip on reality.

Paige rose from her chair and graciously slid her chair back into place. She strolled her way over towards her guest.


Paige: Thank you for being such a good listener. Again..not that you had much of a choice but it's still a refreshing change of Paige. Please root me on. I'll need all of your support.

The last sentence was said in a teasing manner as she placed a hand on her hip, stuck it out a bit and winked.
 

Paige: Tensai.

Paige strolled past her confirmed dinner guest and ran a few fingers across his shoulder. The massive human being was sporting a completely different look. He was fully encased in a rubber body suit from head to toe, complete with a gimp mask. ..She wasn't joking about being into bondage. He was strapped to his chair and could only wiggle a bit as the camera closed in on him before fading to black.      

Break Her In Half

Colorado may have not have been thought of as a hotspot but if one had enough connections that could at least discover a swanky party or two. Rubbing elbows with quasi-celebrities or simply feeling more important than boring people. Maryse, being the blonde, stunning woman of low moral fiber that she was, didn't have a difficult time finding such a party. It just meant putting her considerable talent with 'negotiations' to good use. In her mind, a party was in order. Her partner, young Paige, had made it to the final four of the Queen of the Ring tournament and was on the cusp of potentially winning the entire thing if luck and skill were on her side. Quite an impressive feat for someone who was still two months away from her 21st birthday. The sun had sunk and night fall had taken over as the pair of female wrestlers stood outside of large home where music could be heard thumping away even from their distance outside. They were a trio tonight as Paige had brought Tensai along as well. The towering, large man would probably be mistaken for their body guard if he wasn't dressed in ill-fitting gothic attire, selected by Paige of course.

Maryse: Did you have to bring that?

Maryse shot a nasty look up at the bald headed, giant of a man who returned the glare with an equally hateful expression.

Paige: Yes. 

Ignoring Tensai, Maryse stepped in front of Paige and placed her hands on the Brit's shoulders.

Maryse: You need to celebrate. You're are going to be the queen, girl. We are getting you LAID tonight!

Maryse and Paige had very different views on sex. Maryse was all about it and wouldn't turn down much of anyone as long as they weren't ugly or fat. Or were American and thought they were from Japan Nor did she care what kind of person they were. Paige was quite the opposite. She had ridiculously high standards and strings men along. She also is more concerned with what's on the inside than superficial things. However, she had a very strange and twisted view on what attractive is. Tensai, obviously, wasn't too keen on this idea.

Paige: Whatever. 

Paige's pale face was dull and mostly deadpan. 

Maryse: You have to winnnn. Understand? You don't let that BITCH Angelina get past both of us. Grind that anorexic goblin's face into the mat.

Maryse was a little sore about losing her crown if it wasn't apparent. 

Paige: I'll break her neck if that's what it takes.

The completely cold way that Paige uttered her threat thrilled Maryse.

Maryse: Good girl! Now let's go. Tell your bald, fat lapdog not to make eye contact with me.

Maryse slid behind Paige and began ushering her on inside while Tensai contemplated how much time he would get for punching a woman. Upon entering the music became increasingly louder. The inside of the huge home looked more like some kind of night club. There was a large disco ball in the center of the ceiling and other lights that swirled around the blue tinted room. A DJ could be spotted in the corner with turntables and a laptop to provide the musical selections. It was packed with well dressed people. The trio that entered got a lot of initial attention since they were all on television pretty regularly. Tensai was a big, scary looking guy with a tattoo on his face, Maryse was gorgeous and wearing a skimpy outfit, and Paige's gothic lolita fashion stood out since no one was else was dressed like her.

Maryse: God DAMN I wonder who lives here?!

One of the party goers slid up beside Paige and almost put his arm around her until Tensai intervened. He placed a hand on the young man's face and sent him sailing away with a mere push. Paige hadn't told him to do that but she almost grinned since she would have instructed him to do so anyway.

Maryse: Ugh. Listen. I'm going to go mingle. You had better do the same thing! I want you PREGNANT when the night is over with, alright? Don't let your gorilla get in the way! Get wasted! Indulge! Think about how Angelina is going to look when you bust her face open!

Maryse snatched Paige by her dark blue colored dress and leaned in closely, talking through gritted teeth.

Maryse: If you don't make that ho bleed all over the ring..

Paige: Yeah. Yeah. I get it. I'll catch her with a net, kill her with an axe, bury her with a shovel and plant a tree on her grave. I will gather all of her friends around who, none the wiser, will eat the fruits from the tree that has grown off of her rotting flesh. They will admire how good it tastes. I will erase her. 

Paige wasn't trying to be "dark" or "foreboding." She was just trying to say something that would get Maryse to shut the fuck up about losing her crown. But it didn't seem to disturb Maryse very much which may have been very telling about her.

Maryse: ..COOL. Catch ya later!

Maryse went strutting over to a big group of guys and was sure to be a big hit amongst them. Paige remain where she stood with Tensai looming over her, adjusting the black, skull covered tie that he was wearing. There was a lot of booze and god knows what floating around. 

Paige: Let's get some air.

Paige seemed as though she were already bored and headed out onto a large balcony where Tensai swiftly followed after her. She leaned against the wooden structure and turned her sight towards the stars.

Tensai: I'm afraid I must agree with something Angelina said.

Paige didn't respond. She had heard Tensai but wasn't particularly interested in his musings at the moment.

Tensai: Maryse has no respect for your profession. She's merely here the outside activities that come along with it.

Paige: I don't have any respect for pro wrestling either.

This came as quite a surprise to large man.

Tensai: Pardon?

Paige: I have the same attitude.

Tensai: I'm aware that you don't care about your family but you were practically raised into this sport.

Paige: Maybe if I was a man I would think differently.

The raven haired beauty strolled up to Tensai and twirled a finger around his tie. His heart already began to beat a little faster until Paige pushed him back just a step or two with her palm.

Paige: It might not seem like it but Maryse and I had very noble intentions at one point. The whole reason we came together is because we wanted to get women into the spotlight. Not just in this company but all of them. We wanted to be in the main events on Warfare and pay per views. We wanted to be bigger than just..diva's. So we did absolutely everything we could to try and get noticed. We did and said anything to get a reaction out of people. We teamed up with Paul Heyman because he promised to get us exposure. We wanted to transcend this bubble women get put into.

She rolled her eyes.

Paige: But that's impossible when we're the only two with any kind of aspirations to be something more. Angelina or Velvet are just concerned with being good wrestlers or being pretty. They aren't capable of anything else. They're content with where they are.  Just being "good" and "pretty." Nobody realized that the "whore" and the "emo" were trying to accomplish something The Beautiful couldn't dream of on their best day.

Paige rubbed her chin slightly.

Paige: Honestly, at one point I might have been at least a little inspired by them. When they were both in TNA they were the highest ratings draws in the company for a little while. They had a chance to step up. Not just for them but for all women in this line of work. They could have been seen as equal or even more important than the men.

A sigh of disgust escaped her.

Paige: ..But, as I said, they have no drive and are their tiny pea brains couldn't comprehend anything else other than caking up their faces and shaking their asses around. They aren't any better than your Tessmacher's or Aksana's of the world. They're just wrapped up in a nicer package. They might actually be more pathetic since they basically ruined it for the rest of us. We wouldn't even be having this discussion if Maryse and I had been in their position. I thought perhaps when they arrived in EBWF they would really reach that potential but then they started fighting amongst themselves and that was an abysmal failure.

Tensai remained silent and just allowed of her words to soak into his head.

Paige: If I were Angelina I would be very envious of me. Everyone should be. I'm tall. I'm pretty. I'm young. I'm already better at wrestling than her in half of the time. It doesn't matter if she was the top dog a few years ago around here because when I beat her it's going to wash that all away. I'm going to have beaten Velvet Sky, Torrie Wilson, Angelina Love and either A.J. and Trish in back to back weeks. When I'm done with that I'll beat MsChif and become the youngest Women's Champion in the company's history. And all Angelina's going to be is just a discarded memory from the past. Forgotten. A relic. A ghost. 

She cleared her throat.

Paige: Sorry if I start sounding melodramatic. Years of writing poems in my dysfunctional ass home comes out sometimes.

Tensai seemed even more enamored and his eyes were lighting up.'

Paige: Shut up, Tensai.

She almost hissed and he lowered his head.

Paige: Point is..I'm using this as sort of a last resort. I had planned on just winning this tournament, winning the title, and taking off to Hollywood with Maryse to MAKE someone use us for SOMETHING. But we have a plan. Everything I just described? That list of victims? That's our way in. 

A small smirk formed on her impenetrable face and her eyes lowered to a darker state.

Paige: "The beautiful, gothic young upstart who tore through the best women wrestlers in the company and made it look easy." ..Sounds good, doesn't it? If that doesn't get the promotional machine behind us nothing will. Other than Maryse getting Wes to knock her up. Which, actually, was a plan at one point.

She stepped back over to Tensai and smoothed her palms along his chest.

Paige: I have to get past Angelina. I don't really care much about honor. Just getting the job done. So if you have to choke slam that bitch to get the job done I would strongly advise you to do just that. If Velvet tries to get involved you could give her something to really cry about. Everyone, including Velvet and Angelina, need to know that I'm not messing around. 

Tensai: I..

Choke bombing pretty women seemed like an alien concept to Tensai and probably was to most men.

Paige: You have it in you. You're ruthless. I watched you in Japan. 

Tensai: Y..You did?

Paige: I did. I know you're just here for laughs.

Tensai: ..I..also watched you when you were in Shimmer.

This might have been a touching moment but..

Paige: I was, like, SIXTEEN.

Paige took a step backwards and her face twisted up in repugnance. 

Tensai: N-No! Not for that reason! For your ability! Nothing more!

Paige: Heh.

She released something close to a laugh.

Paige: That's really kind of messed up. But that's why I like you. 

Tensai's tie was yanked down so that his enormous head was closer to Paige's eye level. She leaned in closely and whispered.

Paige: I can handle Angelina just like I took care of Velvet. But if things get out of hand you need to break her in half. No hesitation. Velvet gave me some trouble and Angelina is light years better than her. I want to feel..relaxed.

Before he could respond she gave his ear just the slightest of nibbles and that was enough to make him comply with just about anything she had in mind.

Tensai: Yes. If need be I will whoop that trick.

Paige: Mm.

Nodding slowly she assumed he must have heard Maryse say something similar. She strolled past him and allowed a few of her fingers to dance along his arm.

Paige: A future Queen could use a knight after all.

Paige slipped back inside of the home where the party was still raging and left Tensai alone on the deck in his lovesick stupor.