Russian Roulette is not the same with out a gun.
Written by: Anonymous
Chapter 1: The dressing room. Maryse's POV
"Maryse, please put on the costume." Vicky begged.
Vicky was knocking on My door holding the outfit. While I was sitting behind the door crying.
"Maryse. Put on the outfit." Vicky said growing impatient. She knocked louder.
"I am not putting on my dead best friends outfit." I slurred. It was hard for Vicky to understand her from the crying and her French accent.
"What?" Vicky said confused.
I got up off of the floor and blew my nose on a tissue.
Vicky knocked louder.
"If you don't put on this outfit in 10 seconds you I can arrange your arrival to ECW. "
That little chienne. I hate ECW. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Tha-" Vicky was trying to say something but I grabbed the outfit, replaced it with the tissue and slammed the door on her face before she got to finish.
I looked at the outfit and slipped it on.
Only a month ago my beloved friend was wearing it.
Only a month ago she was wearing the pink bikini top and black pants.
Maryse looked at herself in the mirror.
I defiantly look better in it the Kelly she thought.
I grabbed my cape and left the girls locker room.
The cape is my own touch. None of the other girls wear it because they can't pull it off.
Ha! Those girls aren't Diva's. They're just a bunch of wanna be's.
I let out a little giggle at my accusation.