5

'The winner of this match, and still your Divas Champion... Maryse!'

Justin Roberts' words rang throughout the arena, and rang straight through Barbie's ears, and as she lay there on the mat after suffering a brutal French Kiss DDT.

Barbie was disappointed in herself.

She definitely hadn't been on the top of her game, she'd been too busy being distracted by what had happened backstage, and she'd let Maryse get the better of her.

There were no excuses. Maryse won, fair and square.

- - -

Barbie sat in catering, with an icepack pressed to her sore head. All she really wanted to do was go back to her hotel and get some sleep.

Just as she went to get up, the one person she did not want to see was stood in front of her.

"Bad luck, Barbie." Maryse said sarcastically.

"Fuck off, Maryse."

Barbie didn't usually swear, but Maryse knew how to rattle her bones

Just as she got up to walk away, Maryse pulled Barbie back by the shoulder, so the two were face to face.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" Barbie continued. "I thought I told you to fuck off."

"Wow, someone's a little... touchy."

Barbie suddenly became aware that everyone in the cafeteria was watching her and Maryse, pretending not to listen.

"Better luck next time, hey?" Maryse smiled, sweetly. "Well, if there is a next time. If you lose to the Divas Champion, you don't deserve another shot."

"I don't think that's really up to you, is it?"

"Let's just say I know how to get what I want backstage?" Maryse lowered her voice and winked.

"You're a slut. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"You're just jealous." Maryse paused and gave Barbie a sympathetic look. "Nothing ever quite works out for you, does is, B? Can't quite win my Divas Title? Can't get your relationships to work..."

"You keep your mouth shut about my relationships." Barbie interrupted.

"Come on, Barbie, everyone knows it." Maryse raised her voice so everyone in catering could hear what she was saying.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Barbie said quietly.

"We all know since you've come to the WWE, you've been quite... what's the word? Promiscuous..." Maryse smiled cattily. "You even did Balls Mahoney, that's disgusting. You even attempted the Miz..."

"I never dated the Miz." Barbie denied vehemently.

"Sure." Maryse winked. "Then you come over to Raw and put out for Randy Orton, who realised you were nothing but a cheap whore. Now I guess you're just working your way through Legacy. Cody Rhodes? Check. Ted DiBiase..."

Barbie couldn't take anymore verbal abuse.

- - -

Before Maryse could even finish her sentence, Barbie had lunged at her.

She didn't care who saw, she was clawing at Maryse, pulling her hair and kicking at her until her legs went numb. Maryse tried to fight back, but Barbie was so wound up, she let out all frustrations.

It was all a blur to Barbie, who eventually found herself being pulled away.

As she was pulled away, she noticed a trail of blood, trickling down Maryse's cheek from where she'd scratched her, and a large bruise around her ear from her first left hook but Barbie didn't care.

She did her best to escape whoever's grip she was in, but she couldn't.

"Get off me!" She yelled, attempting to elbow the person in the face; however they managed to back away, as Barbie caught nothing but air.

"Let it go, B." Barbie recognised that voice anywhere. She realised the man restraining her was Ted.

"She's not worth it." Ted dropped his voice.

"Okay." Barbie said quietly. She turned around and looked at Ted, who was staring her straight in the eyes.

Barbie looked around her, and realised everybody was staring at her, including Rachel who was glaring at her with disgusted eyes.

"This isn't over!" Maryse screamed, before storming off, nursing her bloody cheek. She was closely followed out by Rachel.

- - -

"Are you alright?" Ted asked, as Barbie sat down on one of the benches, and picked up her ice pack.

"Yeah... fine." Barbie replied, nursing her head. "I think Maryse took the brunt of that beating."

Barbie had come out with very few injuries, only a small cut in the corner of her head, and that wasn't even from Maryse. That was from when she speared Maryse into the buffet table and hit her head on the sharp corner.

Ted was checking out the cut on her head, whilst Evan Bourne and Mickie James were sat either side of her. He was gently cupping her chin with one of his hands, whilst the other explored her forehead.

"You totally kicked her ass." Evan commented. "I was impressed."

"Thank you." Barbie said meekly.

"I'd better get going; I have a match to get to." Evan said. "But good job."

He gave Barbie two thumbs up and walked off.

"I'd better go, too." Ted moved his hands away from Barbie's face, and an awkward tension filled the air.

Just as he went to walk away, Barbie stood up.

"Ted!" She called, and he quickly turned around.

She suddenly remembered everything that had happened between them, and sat back down again.

"Nothing."

At that point, she felt Mickie's disapproving eyes roam her.

"What?"

"What's going on with you, B?" Mickie dropped her voice, making sure no-one could hear you. "You want to watch yourself with Ted; you don't want to fall back in love with him."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm with Cody."

"Not like that's ever stopped you before." Mickie commented.

"You know, if you're not going to say anything nice Mickie, don't say anything at all."