Post by Hush, it's K-Krush on Aug 31, 2010 1:47:31 GMT -5
[*Any French was Google Translated.]
"Did I seriously read this correctly?"
Maryse begins, a microphone in her hand, her AWWE Divas Championship laying comfortably on her shoulder. She looked to have an annoyed expression on her face, the same look you would probably give your sibling if he or she stole the last cookie from the cookie jar when you were in the middle of a craving. She was sporting her deep red attire, enough to seduce anyone who previously was only paying half-attention to the television screen. It amplified her beauty, this shade of red just seemed to hug her skin effortlessly, it almost seemed angelic as her blonde hair swayed behind her, to put it quite simply, Maryse Ouellet looked absolutely stunning, and if it wasn't for the perturbed looked on her face you would otherwise believe everything was fine with the universe.
"Am I to really defend this championship against Natalya? Yes, yes, she won a battle royal, of course. I'm not blind, I'm not oblivious. As you know, I pay attention to anything that might in someway be in any sort of relevance towards me. It's how I keep my world in check. Mais, sérieusement?"
She blows a strand of her blonde hair away from her face as she looks skyward, a look of astonishment on her face as she simply can't believe the matter at hand. After pacing in a quick circle, she quickly swifts her hands out, like the picture posted above before continuing.
"Listen to me camera man, listen to me world. Listen to me Natalya."
She said 'Natalya' with a look of absolute disgust on her face.
"This championship loves me. Look at it glisten underneath these lights. You can practically see the metaphoric smile shining through on screen. Why would this championship ever, ever, ever, EVER want you? It wasn't happy, it wasn't dancing, it wasn't smiling while you held it. Il avait une puanteur horrible quand je l'ai pris de vous. It longed for a home, a home where it would be taken care of, a home where it would be loved. You abused it! Why else would you lose it? And to MARIA of all people."
Maryse looked away from the camera for a second as the image of Maria infiltrated her brain. At first, she looked disgusted, but then as memories of her beating Maria began to surface, she smiled and embraced the memory for a quick moment before looking back at the camera.
"Lets face it Nattie. You aren't in the same league as I am. You may have a technical moveset, you may have the fan support of any wrestling purist, but look at me."
The camera zooms out a bit as it gets a full profile shot of Maryse. She poses with her championship sexily.
"Je suis belle. Je suis une déesse. As a goddess, I simply cannot be beaten. I don't need to put pink streaks in my hair to get noticed, just look at me. Love me or hate me, these people will forever hold me in their purest memories as the best AWWE Divas Champion they ever had a pleasure to see. And you? Well, you're nothing more than second generation wrestler living in their memories as daddy's little girl."
Maryse closes her eyes and smiles as she holds her Divas Championship to the camera.
"Perdre n'est pas une option. I cannot allow this championship to go back around your waist. It's home, right here, and I simply cannot bare to see it leave."
She then drops her microphone, and makes the greater than/less than signs with her hands again before leaving the scene.
"Au revoir~"
[/end scene]
"Did I seriously read this correctly?"
Maryse begins, a microphone in her hand, her AWWE Divas Championship laying comfortably on her shoulder. She looked to have an annoyed expression on her face, the same look you would probably give your sibling if he or she stole the last cookie from the cookie jar when you were in the middle of a craving. She was sporting her deep red attire, enough to seduce anyone who previously was only paying half-attention to the television screen. It amplified her beauty, this shade of red just seemed to hug her skin effortlessly, it almost seemed angelic as her blonde hair swayed behind her, to put it quite simply, Maryse Ouellet looked absolutely stunning, and if it wasn't for the perturbed looked on her face you would otherwise believe everything was fine with the universe.
"Am I to really defend this championship against Natalya? Yes, yes, she won a battle royal, of course. I'm not blind, I'm not oblivious. As you know, I pay attention to anything that might in someway be in any sort of relevance towards me. It's how I keep my world in check. Mais, sérieusement?"
She blows a strand of her blonde hair away from her face as she looks skyward, a look of astonishment on her face as she simply can't believe the matter at hand. After pacing in a quick circle, she quickly swifts her hands out, like the picture posted above before continuing.
"Listen to me camera man, listen to me world. Listen to me Natalya."
She said 'Natalya' with a look of absolute disgust on her face.
"This championship loves me. Look at it glisten underneath these lights. You can practically see the metaphoric smile shining through on screen. Why would this championship ever, ever, ever, EVER want you? It wasn't happy, it wasn't dancing, it wasn't smiling while you held it. Il avait une puanteur horrible quand je l'ai pris de vous. It longed for a home, a home where it would be taken care of, a home where it would be loved. You abused it! Why else would you lose it? And to MARIA of all people."
Maryse looked away from the camera for a second as the image of Maria infiltrated her brain. At first, she looked disgusted, but then as memories of her beating Maria began to surface, she smiled and embraced the memory for a quick moment before looking back at the camera.
"Lets face it Nattie. You aren't in the same league as I am. You may have a technical moveset, you may have the fan support of any wrestling purist, but look at me."
The camera zooms out a bit as it gets a full profile shot of Maryse. She poses with her championship sexily.
"Je suis belle. Je suis une déesse. As a goddess, I simply cannot be beaten. I don't need to put pink streaks in my hair to get noticed, just look at me. Love me or hate me, these people will forever hold me in their purest memories as the best AWWE Divas Champion they ever had a pleasure to see. And you? Well, you're nothing more than second generation wrestler living in their memories as daddy's little girl."
Maryse closes her eyes and smiles as she holds her Divas Championship to the camera.
"Perdre n'est pas une option. I cannot allow this championship to go back around your waist. It's home, right here, and I simply cannot bare to see it leave."
She then drops her microphone, and makes the greater than/less than signs with her hands again before leaving the scene.
"Au revoir~"
[/end scene]
