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.
