Smackdown's Agonist

Brawl

Hey guys! It's me again! I know it's been quite a long time since you guys last saw an update from this story and I apologize for that. I know recently, I've been sidetracked with writing oneshots on Fanfiction.net as well as focusing on college stuff. I hope I can update this often but we'll see.

Recently, I've been getting a kick out of writing in third person with my stories recently so I might just have most of them in third person (likely having Faith's Nightmare and Creeper as exceptions but dunno) for now on. Expect a lot of that in this story because this one is going to be a long story.

Expect at least over a hundred chapters for this because the cutoff for this will be WrestleMania. It'll be interesting!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :)

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*Third Person POV*

Douglas Montague was alone in the hall, waiting for his friend to come out from Talking Smack. He wasn't sure if it would end well or if it would leave her in the same state that it did in the past few times.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps and he began to feel his hopes rise a little. It unfortunately was short lived when he saw it was Maryse who made her way to him. The death glare on her face though slightly startled him but he didn't want to show it.

"What the hell do you want?" asked Douglas as he stood up.

"Why?" she spluttered. "You just came out to save your friend? What the hell, dude? That's gonna be your purpose from now on, isn't it?"

Douglas was far from amused when he heard this but despite being taller than her, he stood straight and gave her a calculating glare. He wasn't going to fool around with her assumptions today.

"Like you're the one to talk," he said sarcastically. "You have your husband out here as an assistant to humiliate my friend. I will never stand by your foolery."

Maryse scoffed then rolled her eyes. She didn't very much like to be insulted by someone who didn't even match her husband's stances.

She placed her hands on her hips then looked at Douglas straight in the eyes. She had the expression on her face as if she were going to make herself clear and she wouldn't want to be told any different.

Douglas shuddered a bit at Maryse's expression but he refused to show that he was actually intimidated by her. He preferred being more subtle when it came to him showing fear.

"You're asking for a mixed tag match to happen if you keep this up," said the blonde French Canadian superstar. "Soon enough, you'll wish you never came around for that purpose. And also, you'll be watching your friend lose come Backlash. I'll be the first to laugh and—"

She was suddenly shoved down to the floor by an angry Imigie who came out of the Talking Smack room. The two women were now in a rather heated brawl as they exchanged punches to each other, each punch getting harder than the last.

"Stick your damn nose to yourself!" shouted Imigie as she shoved Maryse to the wall.

Maryse managed to gather strength to get up and shove Imigie to the table, causing the raven-haired woman to gasp in surprise. However, regardless of what Maryse tries to do, it was Imigie who ended up with the upper hand. She kicked Maryse down then continued to cause damage, often switching between punching and kicking Maryse.

Douglas watched in absolute shock and at first, he didn't know what to do. He didn't consider himself an expert in stopping a brawl between two rather vehement women so he had to consider his options.

Just before he was about to put himself in the middle, Imigie did let go of Maryse. Maryse was in complete shock while Imigie was oddly smirking, something that Douglas found rather amusing because at first glance, Imigie would've likely been seen as the serious type. However, he had learned that she could occasionally have a more humorous side when she wanted to.

Everything grew silent and the atmosphere around the three superstars felt rather tense. No one even said a word as Imigie got up to her feet.

Douglas kept a careful glaze to his friend who gave a calculating stare at Maryse. It was the kind of stare that showed that Imigie somehow knew what was going on in Maryse's head but she kept respectfully silent for a few more seconds.

"That was just a warning for what's to come at Backlash, Maryse," said Imigie with an almost innocent tone to her voice.

However, Douglas knew that his friend wasn't finished yet. She gave yet another calculating stare at Maryse for a few seconds. After that, she did Maryse's famous hand motion to her. It was like she was mocking Maryse to get her point across.

Douglas couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle as he was now watching the now amused expression on Imigie's face. He liked how so well composed she seemed, compared to how she was in the beginning.

She turned to walk away but Douglas decided to follow her to ask her a few questions. Of course he was used to this formed and rather sassy and shady attitude from her but he was surprised that she easily transitioned from shock to shady.

"Hey," he said, tapping his friend's shoulder to get her to stop. "I want to ask you something."

She stopped then turned to him, seemingly puzzled.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I wonder why you seemed to take a one-eighty with how you've handled the stuff concerning Maryse."

His friend's expression changed from puzzlement to amusement. It seemed to him that she was now ready to change gears on her attitude concerning her situation.

"You thought I'd be moping about this situation all the way until Backlash?" she chuckled. "You're dead wrong."

She gave her friend a friendly punch to the elbow, causing him to smirk at her. He had almost forgotten that she didn't mind losing the serious mindset a few times and the thought make him chuckle a little.

"Shit, I forgot," he said.

The twenty-year old female superstar reached up to him to give him a pat on the shoulder. It had been a while since Douglas had seen Imigie currently now in the same brand as him that he had almost forgotten how short she was.

"Not to worry," she replied. "Doesn't hinder what I do in the ring."

The two friends laughed as they departed to head to their respective locker rooms. Both were smirking as they were now reflecting on what would happen next week.

Maryse was still on the floor, rather stunned by this unexpected attack but after about a minute, The Miz has came to her rescue. No one said a word as they headed off, both of them were angry.

Miz was now sure that a certain man was going to get a beating after now realizing that soon after Backlash, the stuff between him and his wife against the best friend duo was going to get heated. He remembered the conversation earlier but he still went with these plans anyway because Maryse wanted to do anything she could to get into Imigie's head.

One man who had almost tried to put a stop to the plan. Miz was sure that this man who he spoke to earlier was likely watching closely for the absolute right time to interfere, likely causing a bit of outnumbering on Miz's end.

He shouldn't be sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and that same thing goes for the other guy who came to save Imigie, he thought as he carried Maryse to somewhere a little more private for a little personal talk.

That talk was definitely not related to what had happened but both Miz and Maryse made sure that they would discuss that next week.

It was certain that at this point, Imigie was going to present a completely different mindset of her situation with Maryse as Backlash got closer. Several questions were left unanswered for the time being. However, most of the audience who had see this WWE Exclusive surprising brawl were certain that at least a handful of their questions would be answered next week and no one doubted it one bit.