A five star, luxury hotel in Seattle was a definite improvement after being stuck in Canada for three nauseating weeks. The Hotel Monaco was located in the middle of downtown Seattle and when your room had a balcony you got a breathing taking view of the city. Maryse stood on one of those balconies and leaned over the side while the wind blew through her platinum locks. She wasn't utilizing it for a view of the grimy little ants scurrying about. The reigning Queen was just really into the whole "monarch" deal and waved down to the 'peasants below' with a big grin on her face.
Maryse: Stupid ass Paige thinks her throne is better than mine. Pssht. Not likely.
Paige: You do know I'm right here?
Paige was actually standing on the same balcony. Albeit, in a much shady section due to the parasol she kept over her head to block any contact with the sun. Maryse gave her hair a flick and looked back over her shoulder.
Maryse: Oh. So you are. Hey, good job with beating botox twin #1.
Paige: I had a little extra fuel. As if I would ever shop at fucking Hot Topic.
The Brit looked down at her expensive, dark clothing and scoffed.
Maryse: Yeah, well, I'm the Queen and everything so I shouldn't have any trouble with Angelina's trashy ass. But I don't even know if I want to win.
Paige: ..Wait..huh?
Paige blinked a few times in astonishment.
Maryse: I mean, the WHOLE POINT of becoming Queen of the Ring for two straight years is so I get lots of exposure and famous guys everywhere flock to come have sex with me.
Paige: ..Uh..
Maryse: I mean, have you SEEN most of the roster at this point?! I might only sex up like, 25% of them at this point! Do you know how sad and uninspiring that is?! I mean Syxx. SYXX?! Someone has given THAT a kid?! I..I..
Maryse gulped deeply.
Maryse: ..I think I threw up in my mouth a little. ..Or..or..BRET HART?! He. Is. Old. And not to mention--
Paige: Maryse.
Maryse: Yeah?
Paige: The point of winning this tournament is not to supply you with fresh dick.
Maryse's face looked like a kid who had just been told that Santa Claus wasn't real.
Maryse: It's not?
Paige: No, god damn you. It's so one of US can become Women's Champion. If I beat Torrie and you beat Angelina then we're going to have a match against each other. Do you know what that means?
Both of their eyes began to light up.
Maryse: We can do..whatever we want. We can take the whole show hostage. Every single, last, solitary inch of the spotlight is going to be completely focused on us.
The French Phenom held her palms out and envisioned her next phrase upon a huge, sparkling billboard.
Maryse: "Maryse and Paige Present: Warfare."
Paige: Paige and Maryse.
Maryse: Whatever. Point is, Hollywood is going to come kicking our doors down and just start jizzing money all over us! The office here is going to be all "Wait, wait! We want to renegotiate your contracts!" but we'll be all "Nope, too late, should have paid us millions while we were here! Suck our dicks!"
Paige: ..In..so many words.
Even Paige looked a little puzzled at that one.
Paige: But you have to beat Angelina.
Maryse: You make it sound like it's going to be a problem! I'm the mutha fuckin' Queen! That girl don't have a chance! Besides I'm sure the porn industry is already missing her being gone this past month or so. Might as well send her back with a few bruises.
Maryse sighed and leaned back against the balcony. A bright smile appeared on her face and she looked as though something profound were about to come from her mouth.
Maryse: I'm going to go find someone to touch me inappropriately.
Paige just nodded. Most people might have been alarmed by this but she had been around Maryse long enough to not even bat an eye at this point. Maryse slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses and put on all of her, as she call's it, "Queen Shit". Ridiculous amounts of jewelry and such before she exited the room, took an elevator and headed through the lobby.
Todd Grisham: H-Hey! Excuse me, Maryse!
Maryse: Oh my god. Stalker. I know they don't pay you enough to stay at a place like this.
Maryse didn't look anywhere near Todd as he approached her and her wandering eye continued hunting about.
Todd Grisham: Well, I knew you were going to be here and--
Maryse: STALKER. Are you best friends with Ricardo or something? What do you want, virgin?
Todd Grisham: I wanted to congratulate you on making it to the second round of the Queen of the Ring.
Maryse: As if there was any doubt.
Todd Grisham: And I wanted to know your thoughts on your next match against Angelina Love. As last years winner you must be taking this challenge very seriously.
Maryse: You know something? I've noticed a disturbing little trend amongst all of these little girls when they cut their promo's. They all say "I know my opponent is going to say something about me that's been said a million times before." Like, I'm not supposed to tell them when they're fat, or old, or have fake tits?! What the hell?! Of course I'm going to say it! It's the truth! If I got half of my face blown off do you think no one would talk about it?! All these dolled up little diva's try to look so proud and powerful but god damn are they thin-skinned and sensitive! And that goes for poor Angelina. Although..
Maryse lowered her sunglasses and nodded along with her thoughts.
Maryse: I should at least thank her for eliminating Natalya. That cow messed my back up with her sharp shooter. Plus, she sounds like she smokes nineteen packs a day so I don't have to hear one of her booooring ass promo's about respect or whatever. What were we talking about?
Todd Grisham: Former Women's Champion Angelina Love.
Maryse: Why are you throwing that in like I'm NOT a former Women's Champ? Her pal Velvet was just sooo confident that she was going to eliminate Paige and look what happened to her. Sent her packing. Just like I'm going to do to Angelina. No trouble at all. I was a little worried about those two at first but now I see that whatever success they had in the past was just pure, dumb luck. I'm going to be kicking back on that nice, comfy, huge ass throne for the SECOND year in a row and Angelina can go try and scrape a win off the likes of Brooke Tessmacher or The Canadian Ninjas.
Todd Grisham: With Velvet already eliminated, Angelina could be prepared to attack very fiercely. And, as you mentioned, she did defeat a very proficient wrestler in Natalya.
Maryse: Awwh. Wouldn't that just be adorable if she's fighting for Vel-Vel and her pigeons honor. I hope she is. So that way, when I stomp her, her loss will be even more crushing. Then the two of them can go have a nice big cry and wish they could be me.
She performed one of her trademark hair flips.
Maryse: Your royal highness for two straight years running. Might as well just shut this sucker down after I'm victorious. It's only fair to those less privilged, less hot little trolls that make up this division. NOW. If will excuse me. I've got to find someone to release this tension. Sir-Mix-A-Lot, Eddie Vedder and Danny Bonaduce are the only celebrities I know of that live here and I'm NOT about to let any of that all up in my heavenly stuff.
Todd Grisham: Bill Gates lives here.
Maryse's head cocked to the side.
Maryse: Ugly as sin but RICH as all hell. Possible.
Maryse pushed Todd aside and left the hotel with aspirations of finding the chairman of Microsoft.
