Post by Hush, it's K-Krush on Jan 14, 2011 2:35:58 GMT -5
Barging through the arena doors were Maryse and Christian, two-thirds of the highly acclaimed AWE faction of Team Canada. An aura of high arrogance radiated from the duo as they walked down the hallway, arms linked as two perfect smiles graced themselves down the busy walkways of the arena. Adoring spectators began flashing their cameras, and if it wasn't for the fact that they were in a wrestling arena without the aid of a red carpet, one could have assumed they were on a Hollywood runway, posing for pictures while wearing the finest garb from their most recent shopping rendezvous: five minutes ago. Wrapping her arms around Christian's neck while he held their millions upon millions of shopping bags, Maryse arched her sunglasses forward with her right index finger, allowing their paparazzis to take scandalous photographs of the duo while she winked at them, her exposed leg wrapping itself around Christian's designer jeans. Certainly not dressed to wrestle, her elegant black dress rose upward the more she rested her leg upon Christian's upper thigh. "Oh, comme j'aime l'attention." Kissing him on the cheek, she then brought herself back into a "normal" position as they continued to walk down the arena corridors to the Team Canada locker room, Christian apparently having no trouble carrying the extra weight while Maryse held absolutely nothing but her very small, yet extremely expensive and vintage pocketbook.
As they entered, Maryse's mouth fell agape as she marveled at the size of their locker room. "Why is does our room never have a walk-in closet? We never have room to put bags anywhere. I mean, look at this place!" she spread her arms out, an annoyed look expressed on her eyes through the darkened shades of her recently bought sunglasses. "Je vais aller se plaindre à la direction." But before she could edge Christian out of the way to head back outside their door, a disgruntled Edge met the eyes of the duo.
