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.
