-The scene began inside of Taylor Wilde's hotel room. She she sat in a stool with veteran announcer Jim Ross seated across from her in the same type of chair. Despite all this, Taylor seemed more interested in the fact that her chair could spin more than anything else. She leaned her head backwards while her long blond hair dipped over the back of the leather surface-
Taylor Wilde: This spins!
- And away she went. Round and round. Good Ol' JR new that Taylor's attention span was notoriously low. But she seemed to be having the time of her life-
Jim Ross: Ah, Taylor, thank you for allowing me this time.
Taylor Wilde: No problem!
- She continued with her spinning ways-
Jim Ross: It's been a long time coming but you are finally going to be getting your hands on the duo known as BeautifulDangerous. Trish Stratus and Natalya. Both the Women's and Sky High Title's will be up for grabs and you're going to be teaming with your partners in The Poison Trio, Portia and Rayna. How are you feeling?
Taylor Wilde: Happy!
-Taylor stopped spinning and placed a pair of fingers on her cheeks, flashing a wide smile-
Jim Ross: Really? Not anxious or nervous? A lot is on the line here.
Taylor Wilde: No way! We finally get to whip the pants off of those two lame-o's!
-The Canadian stopped and placed a finger on her chin-
Taylor Wilde: I just called Trish Stratus a lame-o. JIM! Have you ever met someone that you admired for a long time and when you finally did they were a big disappointment?
Jim Ross: I have.
-The bouncy and hyperactive diva took a deep breath-
Taylor Wilde: Well, that's how I feel about Trish Stratus. She is just a no good, bad, awful, rotten, smelly person. She was my hero! If it wasn't for her I wouldn't even be a wrestler. She was someone who was both pretty and strong at the same time. But she turned out to be just a big disappointment. And a huge dork, I might add. Like super duper huge. And very insecure. She got all uppity at me because I talked about how great she was? As if she were some kind of dusty old relic? I didn't mean it that way at all and I know that she is aware of that. No one was trying to push her out. But we are now! She is old and tired and used and a broken toy that no one is going to want to play with after we're done with her! This isn't the way I wanted things to go down! I wanted a big, huge, cool match with her with respect and honor and all of that cool stuff. But she went all nutso and it's come down to this. Too bad for her! I guess they call this bittersweet. But she brought it on herself.
-Exhale-
Jim Ross: And Natalya?
Taylor Wilde: She's just Trish's little hanger on. And a nerd. Trish is a dork and Natalya is a nerd. There IS a difference. She and Trish get to sit at the cool table and we're the little indy misfits. But the thing is these indy misfits are going to be champs! All these months of ducking us are going to be over and we will finally have our talents recognized and all of that other good stuff.
Jim Ross: Thank you, Taylor. This is a highly anticipated contest and I wish you the best of luck.
Taylor Wilde: No! Thank youuuu!
-Taylor took both of JR's hands and shook them up and down feverishly, almost knocking his famous hat off in the process.-
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Rayna Von Tosh: What is the definition of an anti-diva?
-Foot steps pressing lightly on a surface could be heard as the shapely Rayna Von Tosh emerged from seemingly nothing but darkness. A deep red colored curtain could be seen behind her. A spotlight then shined upon her figure.-
Rayna Von Tosh: Well, a diva is defined as a glamorous and successful female and personality. Ah-ha. That's the word..
-She pointed a black glove covered finger at the camera-
Rayna Von Tosh: Personality. We all know that Natalya isn't glamorous but her biggest drawback is personality. She doesn't have one. That is why someone would call themselves an "anti-diva". Anti-humor, anti-style, anti-class, anti-everything.
-A second spotlight emerged and flashed upon a rather dreary poster of Natalya. Just black and white with her standing in the ring, with nothing dynamic about it-
Rayna Von Tosh: And yet she derides those who actually go out and try to be entertaining. What a confusing, mixed up little puppet she is.
-On the word "puppet" one dropped down beside Rayna. It was hung about by a series of strings. It was a crudely made wooden thing with little dots for eyes and a mouth that flapped each time it spoke. It's limbs wiggled about and it looked to be dressed in Natalya's sort of ring attire. It spoke in annoying shrill voice.-
Puppet: I've heard all the criticisms about me! That my family is famous! Or that I have pink streaks in my hair! Or that I'm ugly! Or fat!
Rayna Von Tosh: No, no, dear. We don't care about any of that. Some of it isn't even true. You just don't have an entertaining bone in your single body.
-Rayna tapped the puppet where it's nose should be. It made a deep sigh and then went flinging up where it came from.-
Rayna Von Tosh: But alas, all is not loss. There is still hope for our division. There is a trio coming along that will help bring in a new era. A new era filled with joy, entertainment and athleticism! A trio that has been awaiting it's opportunity! A Poison Trio. And we most certainly are poison to the uninspired, elitist and dull....
-The theatrical member of the group slips back behind the curtains as the spotlights dim out-
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-Portia Perez could be found in the empty Target center. The ring had already been sat up and crew members could be seen in the background making other preparations. The dark haired diva was outside of the ring with her elbows resting on the steel guardrail and her feet propped up on the mat-
Portia Perez: BeautifulDangerous. Sounds like the name of a really bad, sappy, late 90's drama. Poison Trio sounds like a bad ass kung-fu movie. And since kung-fu always beats drama....the same thing is going to happen at Aftermath.
-Portia slinks down from the guardrail and starts to pace-
Portia Perez: So, I've been hearing the same thing for awhile. Why haven't we jumped Trish and Natalya? They've been screwing with us, right? And it's not like we're afraid of them. We could have jumped them and beat their brains out. Why didn't we do it? Because we're not like them. We're a trio but we don't help each other win individual matches. We don't want to be anything like them. We knew if we were patient enough we would get our shot at them. And that day is here....
-She gives a little grin. She's been waiting for this chance for some time.-
Portia Perez: We knew this day would come but we didn't know that Trish and Natalya would be stupid and arrogant enough to make it a handicap match. You see while you two have been doing your little sneak attacks and running your mouths? We've been winning matches. You may not have noticed this but we've torn our way through the entire Diva's division. And we're going to tear straight through the both of you and take your titles.
-Portia laughs but it's not out of amusement. It's the annoyed sort.-
Portia Perez: Because we've been told that we're just "Shimmer Rejects" since we've got here. No matter who we've beaten or how entertaining we've been. That all changes. Because when Natalya and Trish get their asses kicked by us, we'll have made our names here. When we lay out these so called "institutions" no one is ever going to doubt us ever again.
-As she begins to draw closer to the camera she points directly towards it.-
Portia Perez: And there is something I want to tell both of you. Trish? You're a stuck up, hateful BITCH. Taylor looked up to you and you ended up hurting her more than you realize or care. But she's like a sister to me. And I've been waiting to get your ass in the ring. I'm going to smash your pretty little face open. And I'm going to ENJOY it. Everyone treats you like you're royalty. Like you're something special. But you aren't. And you sure as hell aren't going to look like it when I'm done with you.
And Natalya? Miss "Tough Diva"? That's what I've heard. That you're ushering in this new "Tough Diva" movement. Hate to break it to you but myself Rayna and Taylor? We've been doing that since we got here. So we're not just going to shake you off of our coattails. We're going to kick you straight in the teeth. And you're getting soft and I can tell. You're hanging out with Trish and getting way too cushy for your own good. We called you out for a fight and you just sat on your ass? COWARD. You. Are. A .COWARD. You don't want to get your hands dirty anymore. Or you're afraid to. Or maybe you don't think we're worth it.
-Her eyes narrow and she begins to look positively dark.-
Portia Perez: But we're worth it. And we'll prove it to you. We'll force you to get down on your knee's and respect us. Even if it kills us. Or kills you.
-Annoyed with all the talking, Portia shoves the camera's lens away. The time is here and she is ready to fight.-