Post by Hush, it's K-Krush on Mar 17, 2011 2:49:42 GMT -5
Winners. What do winners eat? Well, some may eat a bowl of freshly store-bought Wheaties, but others -the real winners- dine on the sweet taste of victory. At this moment, Maryse Ouellet, AWE's premiere face of the Divas division, two-time AWE Divas Champion, and one-time AWE Women's champion, was drunk on victory. Having beat Michelle McCool two marvelous times in a row, Maryse found herself on a track towards success, a yellow brick road especially made for winners such as herself. While Michelle McCool sunk in lousy quick sand, Maryse was skipping in four-inch heels, her blonde hair swaying behind her, taunting Michelle McCool with each innocent wave. However, Maryse wasn't the only one suddenly finding themselves on the winning side of things, The Miz, Michelle McCool's partner in crime, her (maybe) on-again-off-again love interest, was on this road as well, having successfully beat Bret "The Hitman" Hart in a Falls Count Anywhere match, his array of awesomeness was now exceeding Bret's execution excellence.
Maryse never understood why the Miz often found himself in Michelle's icy cold web of disappointment. Maryse never understood why the Miz gravitated himself towards Michelle's need to constantly embarrass herself. Most of all, Maryse never understood why the Miz was completely obsessed with Michelle's style of dress. Maryse's fashion sense and Michelle's fashion sense were on two completely different spectrums. While Michelle McCool felt the need to dress in the skimpiest little outfit, amplifying her lanky, atrocious body, Maryse wore outfits which actually made her look stunning. Breath-taking. Radiant. Maryse didn't look like a women's basketball player trying way too hard to come off as sexy. Maryse and "sexy" were already hand-in-hand, and supporting one another through even their toughest times, they were best friends.
So, when Maryse saw that the Miz and Michelle McCool were enjoying their company together down the arena hallway, she just couldn't let this relationship slide any longer! This relationship was a travesty! An insult to the very fabric of humanity! Winners and losers, they aren't friends, they're enemies! A winner and a loser could never truly come one, if they did the world would surely end, crumbling into a million tiny pieces. It was Maryse's duty to make sure that this didn't happen, especially not now, she had to head to Paris for a very important fashion event on the 22nd of April, the world cannot end with just a month left until it!
"Sortez de son visage, perdant!" Maryse screamed as she got between the couple, putting her hand in the face of Michelle McCool making an "L" with her index and thumb fingers. Looking towards Miz, her hand still in the face of McCool she continued, "Did you not see our match last week? She lost. 1-2-3." She imitates the referee's hand motions. "To me, the sexiest of the sexy, MARYSE, and you're hanging out together?" She makes a dumbfounded expression, as if she couldn't believe the scene right in front of her. "Not only did she lose to me once, Miz, but she lost to me twice, and those weren't the only times. Guess who MARYSE faced to win her first women's championship?" She pauses and points at Michelle McCool, Maryse's expression changing from dumbfounded to a more 'holier than thou' expression. "She is a loser Miz, a bigger loser than Layla, if you could believe such things. You should be hanging out with winners. Winners like MARYSE!" Maryse then performs her signature taunt, looking skyward as she awaits a response.