Maryse stood across from none other than Kelly Kelly, a rather astonished look plastered upon her sharp features upon hearing the words which leaked from her premature mouth. "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me, me, of all people..? I'm Maryse, and I don't know if you realize, but I'm kind of a big deal around here…" It didn't take long before Kelly would laugh half-heartedly, followed by a roll of her eyes. 'Maryse, what is it that makes you feel like you're better than everybody else?' A chuckle escaped her glossed lips, while the former Diva's Champion took a step towards the younger blond. "Look, at me…" She smirked confidently.
'You know what Maryse…' Kelly rudely interrupted. 'Everybody is sick of you walking around acting like you own the place. We'll settle this in our match tonight…' This time it was Maryse's turn to roll her eyes, and she simply focused her weight onto her right hip. Did she really think that was a decent threat? Or perhaps some type of intimidating promise? Well, if that was the case, then it obviously failed miserably. "Whatever you say, Barbie." She grinned, although they both knew better then to believe her plastic smile. "Au revoir." She waved, watching irritated while Kelly pushed past her, and down the halls she went. - Once their taping was over, and the camera's stopped rolling, Maryse soon found her way into catering to retrieve a bottle of water.
She was scheduled for a match later that evening, and surprisingly she would actually be able to compete without Kharma interrupting. Wincing to the thought of the barbaric woman, Maryse let out an extended sigh before settling onto the couch provided within the rather cozy room, while twisting the cap off of the plastic bottle. She could feel a pair of eyes staring holes into her slender form, and she slowly glanced up to whoever it was. A large smile soon spread across her glossed lips, and quickly the blond scrambled into a fellow diva's arms, capturing her into a tight hug. "Natty!" Maryse exclaimed, almost surprised to see her Canadian friend at Raw once again. "What are you doing here? I thought you were drafted to Smackdown?" Curiosity burned wildly within her mind, just spreading quickly like a wildfire as she awaited Natalya's answer. 'I was, but I came to discuss further about my storyline.'
A slight pout formed upon her lips, a bit disappointed by her reply. Maryse had a crazy thought that perhaps she came just to watch the French-Canadian perform in her match tonight, but quickly recovered. "That's great, Nat. Are you going to stay and watch my match?" She questioned point blank, while arching a thin brow. 'Of course, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't?' She teased, before quickly darting back into conversation. 'Oh, I caught glimpse on your segment earlier with Kelly Kelly.' Her features quickly lit up with excitement and re-seated herself upon the couch, while patting the empty spot beside her. "What did you think?" – 'That Kelly was a bitch.' A light giggle could be heard from Maryse, but she simply wove her hands while she spoke. "No, I meant about me." She teased. 'Oh, then yeah. You were good, as usual.' The Canadian smiled, and in return so didn't Maryse. "I think Kelly's character might be turning heel." She explained, referring to Natalya's observation earlier. 'I figured.' Replied Natalya.
Hey guys, sorry this was short, it was my first fanfic, and I'm gonna head off to take a shower. This story will definitely have more chapters, and maybe you'll get where I'm going to be taking this story pretty soon.(; I do hope it might come off as a surprise though! =]]