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.

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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.