There was definitely going to be something a little different in this promo. Maryse and Paige were known for their outlandish and disrespectful behavior but one half of that team wanted to deliver a message in a more serious tone. The dark haired goth-girl from The United Kingdom sat in her macabre throne that she acquired from Paul Heyman nearly a year ago. Her plan was to replace it with one that the EBWF would have to shell out their own cash for. A rabbit laid nestled in her lap but this one was solid black as opposed to the white furred type she had been seen with in recent weeks. Her fingers gently graced it's head while it's long ears slumped backwards in a slumber. The surroundings were kept purposefully dark so that all the attention would be firmly on her.
Paige: At the past WrestleMania I had the biggest opportunity that I've been presented with since joining EBWF. In front of the biggest crowd I've ever wrestled in front of I took part in a battle royal. A battle royal that would determine the number one contender for the Women's Championship. It came down to me and one other person. Brooke Tessmacher.
The pitch of disgust growing in Paige's voice made it clear that she didn't hold that particular diva in very high regard.
Paige: It should have been the absolute easiest task I had to accomplish in my entire career. All I had to do was toss out someone who had the worst win-loss in the entire division. That's. All. But somehow, and I'm still not sure how, I didn't get it done.
It almost sounded as though she had just growled upon reflecting on her very first WrestleMania match.
Paige: I should have won that match and had all the eyes on me in the middle of the ring at the biggest show of the year. I never brought it up but it bothered me. I should be the Women's Champion right now. MsChif shouldn't get to carry around what I would have taken from her.
Paige's eyes narrowed with intensity at those words.
Paige: But instead I had to sit back and watch someone else who I knew would fail get that chance. I sat back and I heard everyone call me Maryse's shadow and I watched as I didn't get a single Slammy nomination. It's jealousy.
The British wrestler laughed softly to herself.
Paige: I'm not being petty or making excuses. I'm being completely honest. None of the women employed by this company accomplished what I have at only twenty years old. None of them were even considered at being looked at by a company in the big leagues when they were nineteen years old. The same year that I signed. And I'm not some 'rookie' with potential. I'm already as good as it gets.
A taunting grin appeared on her pale features.
Paige: So I waited. and I told myself that the next time I got a chance to become a champion that I would not let it pass me by. I wouldn't allow another fluke like WrestleMania to happen. That chance is here and I'm going to become Queen of the Ring at twenty years old. Last week I wrestled Velvet Sky who I know everyone thought was just going to steam roll over me and take her spot back at the top of the division. But I destroyed her to the shock of no one who has actually been paying attention. And this week? I'm going to destroy Torrie Wilson. Torrie Wilson who is a former Queen of the Ring in her own right and someone who has had so many title reigns that I've lost count. I think I've even heard her referred to as a legend around here. So I have to ask a question. After I kick that stupid little smile off Torrie's face..is anyone going to ever overlook me again? I'll have beaten Velvet Sky and Torrie Wilson in consecutive weeks and all without breaking a sweat. I'm going to make it look easy. Torrie is the one who is making a return so she's going to be the one who has to prove that she still has it. That's not completely disposable like all of these other so-called "legends" that have been popping up. She doesn't have it in her to get past me. All she needs to do is smile, wave, remind the world that she's bestie's with John Cena and get out of my way before I knock her the FUCK over.
That usually cold demeanor broke for a moment as Paige snapped at the camera. She soon calmed and leaned back in her throne.
Paige: I don't want Torrie to be able to limp off and return in a week, smiling like nothing ever happened. I want her to remember this. I want her to remember what I do to her and mostly importantly I want her to remember me. If she regrets ever coming back then I'll be able to sleep well at night. If I give her nightmares I'll be set for life.
The dark makeup underneath Paige's eyes just made them look even more sinister at the moment.
Paige: Besides. It's only fitting that someone from England took home the crown and that sell out, disgrace Layla doesn't count. More importantly than all that? I want every inch of fame that goes along with it because I deserve it. ..I'm going to be a very, very malevolent Queen. As for everyone who doubted me?
She very slowly drug a finger across her throat.
Paige: Off with their heads.
The scene quickly faded to black following Paige's last words.
