Maryse arrogantly walks on stage. She walks towards the ring with a look of self satisfaction. The fans beg her for high fives, but she pulls her hand away arrogantly. She walks into the and tosses her hair up. I slowly get to my feet.
"I want a clean fight," the referee tells us.
To my surprise, Maryse extends her hand to me. I go to shake her hand, when she smugly pulls it back and sticks it in my face.
"I don't shake hands with losers," she tells me and walks back to her corner.
The bell rings. Maryse and I circle each other. I am still very sore from the beating Stacy gave me earlier. We go to grapple, when Maryse pulls herself back and arrogantly sticks her hand in my face again. I look at her frustrated, when she suddenly slaps me in the face.
"I don't think you are going to be a challenge," she taunts me. "Lay on your back and I will make it easy for you."
I decide to listen to her. I don't want to get beat up again. I lay on the ground and hope for her to cover me. Instead she stands over me and grinds her hips for the crowd. This angers me. She puts her foot on my chest. This anger me more, I though she would at least have the decency to cover me normally.
"My god your a pussy," she arrogantly smiles at me as the referee counts to two.
I get my shoulder off the ground and say, "I can't take it anymore. I am not going to lose to like this."
Unlike Stacy, Maryse is amused by this. She takes a step back and allows me to get on my feet.
"Crushing you like a bug will be more fun," Maryse smirks at me.
I charge her. She slyly trips me to the ground, then she...
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