A/N: Of course, I must celebrate the victory of the Nexus with an update! Oh, and Wade Barrett totally reminds me of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast haha.
"Where's the lass?" Wade suspiciously asked. "Did you two buffoons let her out? Are we not men, but boys? Gabriel? Slater? I'm talking to you. Where is the tramp?"
Maryse pounded on the door. She continued to hide from Nexus in the bathroom. "I am right here, and I am not a tramp!" Maryse called. She then continued to rant on in French.
"I think you should come out here, m'dear," Wade suggested.
"Not until pigs fly," Maryse retorted.
"Well, John Cena has taken a liking to jumping off of the top rope lately, so today is your lucky day!" Wade cheered. He walked over to the door and jiggled the handle. "Maryse, the door is locked."
"Oh, really? What was your first guess, Sherlock?" Maryse rolled her eyes and she returned her gaze to the dirty mirror.
"I brought you a present," Wade lied with a sweet, coaxing voice.
Maryse, who was so used to Ted buying her lavish gifts every single day, squealed at the sentence. She didn't even think twice. She always believed that men should buy her presents for simply being allowed to admire her on a regular basis. She unlocked the door and walked out of the room. "Alright, where is—AHH!" She was quickly scooped up by Michael Tarver and carried back to the chair. Kicking her legs and flailing her arms, she yelled, "Get your paws off of me!" She pounded on his back with balled up fists before she was shoved back onto the chair. Tarver held her down as Justin and Heath tied her back up to her previous state.
Wade handed the black bag to David Otunga and he stepped in front of Maryse. He gently cupped her face with his hand. "Are you done now?"
Maryse responded by attempting to bite Wade's hand.
"I can't believe I am going to use mother's treasured handkerchief for this…" Wade muttered to himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a while piece of cloth. "Forgive me, mother." He kissed the fabric before jamming it into Maryse's mouth. "Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Wade said, standing up, "I've got it. Otunga, the satchel, please?"
"The what?" David asked.
"The satchel."
David shrugged again.
"The bag, you twit!"
"Oh! The bag." David gave Wade the bag and went back to his place in one corner of the room, just like the rest of the Nexus members.
"Gentlemen, what we have here is a trophy of our victories here in the WWE." Wade raised the bag high above his head. "Since that bloke DiBiase is too smart to come back for her," he jabbed a thumb in Maryse's direction, "I've got something that he will come back for." Wade brought the bag back down to his level and opened it up, pulling out nothing other than Ted DiBiase, Jr.'s Million Dollar Championship belt.
"It looks even more stupid up close and in person," Heath chuckled.
"Be that as it may, it is something that the DiBiase brat cherishes more than his own life, more than..." Wade trailed off as he stepped slowly towards Maryse, circling her once before caressing her hair. "More than his sweet, innocent Maryse."
Maryse spat the handkerchief out of her mouth and it landed on the floor at her feet. "It was you, wasn't it? It was you who sent Ted and I the note? And the message on the Titantron?"
Wade sighed as he bent down and picked up his mother's handkerchief. "Didn't mommy ever teach you not to spit thing out?" He shoved the handkerchief back into her mouth and stated, "It's rude." He stood all the way back up and held his hands behind his back as he circled the blonde. "It seems as if the lady has some brains behind all that makeup and plastic surgery. Yes, Maryse, it was I, Wade Barrett, the leader of the Nexus, who sent you and your lad everything. Did I not keep my word? You're in my madhouse, now, and only one thing will save you."
"Yeah. Us."
It was Justin Gabriel who uttered those two fatal words. He stepped out from the shadows of his corner of the room and into the light. He was followed by Heath, then David, and finally Michael. They stood in a line, blocking Maryse from Wade's view.
"What are you morons doing?" Wade asked in disgust, watching his team disobey him.
Michael Tarver, the only member of Nexus who had used any physical force against Maryse, grunted from under the bandana that was tied around his face. "You will not lay a hand on her."