~Epilogue~
-A certain trio of diva's were supposed to be at the Joe Louis Arena, the site for this week's Aggression, but they were running late. This would was due to Taylor Wilde holing herself up in her hotel room, refusing to roll out of bed. She was somewhat understandably down after having her idol, Trish Stratus, unexpectedly turn on her after the Survivor Series a few weeks ago. She was completely covered from head to toe by her blanket, face first into her mattress. Portia Perez stood on the side of the bed, nudging Taylor's behind with one of her feet.-
Portia Perez: ....Get up....get up....get up....
-Rayna Von Tosh stood on the opposite side, shaking her head at Portia's tactics of stirring their friend-
Rayna Von Tosh: Taylor?
-She leaned downwards, grabbing her pal's shoulders, giving them a few shakes-
Rayna Von Tosh: Would you like to talk about what happened?
-Taylor only responded with a muffled, indecipherable mumble. Portia, deciding to act the only way she knew how, took a hold of the blanket and gave a sharp tug. Taylor effectively rolled off of the bed and onto the ground with an audible thud. One of her legs, covered in light purple colored pajama pants stuck up into the air.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ..Thanks.
-Taylor sat up, her hair messily tied backwards, sniffling lightly. Rayna eased down beside her while Portia stood over her with her arms folded.-
Portia Perez: Stop whining already!
Rayna Von Tosh: Let me handle this. Taylor, we understand why you're upset....
Taylor Wilde: Why would she do that to me? All I ever did was respect her and idolize her.
Portia Perez: Because she's a bitch.
Rayna Von Tosh: Very crass but, yes, for the lack of a better explanation, that's pretty much it. Sometimes your heroes aren't everything you think they might be.
Taylor Wilde: ....But....I always wanted to team with her....and....I wanted us to celebrate together....and....and.....
-Taylor's voice dropped to a squeak and it was obvious that she was about to break into tears.-
Portia Perez: You had better not start crying!
-Portia dropped down and firmly took the blond by the shoulders-
Portia Perez: Listen! When Kendrick used me I could have gotten all depressed and did stuff like this. But I didn't! Do you know what I did? I drop kicked him in the face! And that's what you need to do! Pick yourself up and drop kick that bitch in the face!
Taylor Wilde: ....Y-Yeah.
Portia Perez: Say it!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that....(incomprehensible mumbling)
Portia Perez: What?!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that BITCH IN THE FACE!
-Taylor slapped her hands over her mouth in surprise and Portia rose to her feet, dusting her hands off. Rayna gave the former Sky High Champion a few comforting pats on the shoulder.-
Portia Perez: There. I fixed it. Can we leave now?! We've got a match to get ready for!
-Taylor slowly nodded, picked herself up, and began to gather up her things for the trip.-
~End Epilogue~
-Having arrived at the arena, the three could be found making their way through one of the many hallways towards their locker room. They began to discuss their upcoming opponents-
Portia Perez: Who do we have?
Rayna Von Tosh: LayCool.
Portia Perez: Pfft. No problem.
Rayna Von Tosh: We've never actually faced Michelle and we've never wrestled these two as a team. They know each other very well.
Portia Perez: And we don't?
Rayna Von Tosh: True, I suppose.
Portia Perez: What's there to know? It's not like those two are going to be able to outsmart us. We've got this.
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm not underestimating them. They may not seem like it but they can be very vicious. Be prepared for anything.
Portia Perez: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm always prepared. Ninja, remember? But I'm not sweating those Mean Girls rejects.
Rayna Von Tosh: All I'm saying is that those two are hungry and will probably due anything to get a win.
Portia Perez: Guess we have something in common then, huh?
-Upon reaching their locker room, the three were surprised by the sight of a middle aged man, very well dressed in a suit, talking on his cell phone in a corner of the room. The three paused just outside of the door and looked to one another in bewilderment.-
Portia Perez: Who the hell is that?! Why is he in our locker room?!
Rayna Von Tosh: I....have no idea. Taylor, that isn't your father or something, is it?
Taylor Wilde: That's not my dad! He isn't Canadian!
Rayna Von Tosh: How....could you possibly tell that?
Portia Perez + Taylor Wilde: You can tell.
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Whatever. We need to be delicate about this. That could very well be the new chairman. Obviously, I can handle this situation. Allow me.
-Placing a hand onto her hip, Rayna utilized her hour glass figure to swagger into the room. She slowly approached the man, clearing her throat.-
Rayna Von Tosh: So sorry to interrupt. But I couldn't possibly walk by without mentioning what a handsome man you are.
-The man lowered his cell phone, obviously interested.-
Rayna Von Tosh: And it would be a shame for those looks to be hidden away in some silly locker room. Personally, I think you should be out and about, showing them off. I would be--
-Rayna noticed the man's diamond encrusted, very expensive watch. She lifted his wrist up, focusing all of her attention upon it.-
Rayna Von Tosh: What an exquisite piece. I must have one just like it. It would look so good on me.
-The man, realizing that Rayna's focus was upon his watch and not himself, pulled away with a glare and went back to his conversation. Rayna returned to the hallway with her cohorts, sighing-
Rayna Von Tosh: I was this close to getting that watch....
Portia Perez: What? Watch?
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh. I wasn't able to get anything out of him.
-A streamer blowing was heard not too far off. Somewhere, Taylor had found an enormous pair of novelty sunglasses, a gigantic spotted bow-tie, flippers and balloons shaped into a hat which she had slid over her forehead-
Rayna Von Tosh: Darling, you look ridiculous.
Taylor Wilde: Exactly! Making someone laugh is a great way to start a conversation!
-Taylor waddles into the room as the flippers on her feet slap against the floor. Only a few moments later, she returns to the hallway, some of the balloons on her hat popped-
Taylor Wilde: Apparently, he doesn't like laughing.
Portia Perez: Alright, that's it. We tried charm and....whatever it is Taylor does!
-Taylor blew the streamer in her mouth-
Portia Perez: We're wasting time!
-Portia pushes past Rayna and Taylor and shoots into the room-
Rayna Von Tosh: No! Don't!
Portia Perez: Get OUT!
-The guy turns around just in time to receive a flying knee straight to his jaw. His head bounces off of the wall and he crumbles onto his face in a lifeless heap. Taylor and Rayna quickly rush inside to witness this-
Taylor Wilde: You killed him!
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh my god....
-It was then that Rayna noticed the lanyard around his neck barring an NBC logo-
Rayna Von Tosh: He must have been some kind of executive!
Portia Perez: Well, what's he doing hanging out in a woman's locker room?!
-A knock coming to the door interrupted them, along with a muffled voice coming from outside-
Todd Grisham: Excuse me? Todd Grisham? Hoping to get a few words about your match?
-The trio looked to one another with wide eyes, having to think fast about what they should do with the unconscious body on their floor-
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-When the scene returned, Todd had joined the girls in their locker room. Portia and Taylor both sat upon a large crate, with four wheels, used to carry materials to set up rings. Rayna stood beside them, smiling awkwardly.-
Todd Grisham: EBWF fans, I'm Todd Grisham and with me now is the Poison Trio. Two of the members will be in action this Thursday as they take on the team of LayCool, Layla and Michelle. Can you give us insight on this, ladies?
Rayna Von Tosh: Of course. While Layla and Michelle are quite a formidable tandem they certainly cannot hold a candle to us. We're expecting nothing less than a complete and total victory against them. We simply shall not be satisfied with anything less.
Portia Perez: What she said. I'm totally expecting them to wake up in tears every night after we're finished with them.
Todd Grisham: And this will be your first time facing these two as a duo, correct?
Portia Perez: Yeah? So? That doesn't give them any kind of advantage. Layla and Michelle might know each others favorite clothing companies or whatever but we know each others strengths and weaknesses in the ring. As long as we don't have to hear them talk, we'll be just fine. Especially Layla and that shrill ass accent of hers.
Rayna Von Tosh: It's not as us Michelle is any better with that twang of hers. Where is she from? Palatka Florida? That even sounds classless.
-A horrible moan comes from inside of the crate Taylor and Portia are sitting on. Todd hears this and raises his eyebrows in alarm. Portia quickly climbs off and places her hands firmly upon it.-
Portia Perez: That's why I'm not a very big fan of those two. They never know when to....SHUT UP!
-The Canadian born female repeatedly kicks the side of the crate until the moaning stops. She perches herself back on the crate and folds her hands neatly into her lap.-
Todd Grisham: ....Uh, alright. Are you hoping that a win here might propel either one of you into title contention? I'm sure you both would like to join Taylor amongst those who have held titles in Diva's competition.
Rayna Von Tosh: If this gives either of us an opportunity for a title match then we would gladly accept. But even if it doesn't, we are still going to fight just as hard. This will prove that we are the most dominant group amongst the rankings of the Diva's.
Portia Perez: Yeah, I want some gold! I want so many belts that I'll have to carry them around in a wagon. But beating up those two is worth it and you wouldn't even have to pay me to do it.
Todd Grisham: Along with The Ministry and LayCool, you all seem to trade victories with one another very often. Do you see a match with all three groups occurring at some point?
Rayna Von Tosh: We would love to. Two birds with one stone, as they say.
Portia Perez: Goth losers, stuck up morons, bring 'em both on! But right now we're focused on the stuck up morons.
-The moaning begins again and an annoyed Portia brushes Taylor off of the crate. She violently sends it sailing into the nearest wall with a loud crash after a shove. The moaning ceases once more. Everyone stares at Perez with wide eyes-
Portia Perez: ....That....was....an example of what we're going to do to LayCool! A violent crash! And there bodies are going to be the one's that are all mangled up and broken! All smeared and bloody on the pavement. So they better be prepared to pucker up and kiss the asphalt!
Todd Grisham: A-Alright. Thank you for your time, ladies. Best of luck.
-Sensing something amiss and freaked out by all the horrible sounds, Todd makes a hasty exit from the room. With the coast clear, the trio eases upon the crate and peeks inside-
Rayna Von Tosh: What are we to do with this?
-After exchanging puzzled expressions, the three simultaneously seem to reach the same conclusion.-
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-Taylor is shown pushing the crate along until she reaches a dressing room labeled "LayCool". After parking the man in the box, she hurriedly makes a retreat.-