Je suis votre reine

[Cat]

*The sexiest of the sexy was lounging at a posh hotel's pool in a lounge chair. She was dressed in a silver bikini with her arms folded behind her head and dark sunglasses over her eyes.*

Maryse: You may think that I would be disappointed that I did not win the Women's Title from A.J. Lee.

*Maryse scoffs at such a preposterous notion.*

Maryse: I am content to allow that little girl to continue holding her toy. Because I am going to achieve a title that I am destined for. Queen Of The Ring.

*The blonde flashes a devilish smile.*

Maryse: And when I win this tournament I shall overthrow that child. But before I do that I will have to overcome..Aksana.

*She laughs, sits up and removes her sunglasses.*

Maryse: Such a challenge I have been given. How ever will I be able to defeat such a ring general and personality?

*Maryse wags a finger back and forth*

Maryse: That is sarcasm you foolishly, foolish fools. I know that intelligence is not something many wrestling fans posses so I must be sure to clarify for you. Intelligence is not something Aksana has large quantities of either. Amongst other things. I suppose that SOMEONE might find her attractive..

*She looks like she just threw up in her mouth a little*

Maryse: ..but thinking that she could possibly defeat me is absolutely absurd. Ahem.

*Maryse snapped her finger after clearing her throat. A bulky, shirtless man who was covered in baby oil appeared. He knelt down and held out a silver plate that had a laptop on it. Her finger tips graced the keys*

Maryse: Ah. Apparently Aksana was at one point a fitness model and personal trainer. Do you know what I did before I became a wrestler?

*Maryse dramatically flicked her blond locks of her backwards.*

Maryse: I was fabulous. And I still am. To call Aksana fabulous would be such a horrible lie.

*She snapped her fingers again and another man servant appeared to hold out a tray of sushi. She carefully plucked a small piece into her mouth.*

Maryse: I am a star. I carry myself like a star. I look like a star. I behave like a star. And Aksana carries herself, looks like and behaves like..a whore.

*Maryse laughs in an arrogantly superior tone.*

Maryse: Oh I wonder if that will offend her.

*Maryse mockingly sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.*

Maryse: Oh. Poor thing. I am going to outclass her so badly in the ring. I'm going to drop her on her wretched little head and look SO gorgeous when I do it. I will advance and she will be pushed straight back down the card where she belongs.

*The French Canadian relaxed in her lounge chair again.*

Maryse: How sexy am I today?

Man Servant #1: 100% sexy.

Man Servant #2: 200% sexy.

Maryse: You have shamed yourself. Begone.

*The beefy dude that responded with the lower percentage pitifully walked off with his head down.*

Maryse: You may stay and enjoy the sun's rays with me as they intensify my beauty.

*A few moments passed and Maryse lowered her sunglasses to shoot a glare at the camera man.*

Maryse: I'm not talking to you. You can go. Pervert. You will get enough of Maryse during my fashionable and spectacular victory at Warfare.

*The camera backed as Maryse folded her hands over her bare stomach and settled back into her comfortable position.*

[Ashlee]

This made me laugh. I enjoy your writing style, Cat. Nice work.