Beneath the glamour of "girl power" on Total Divas, we’ve caught glimpses of our divas’ cutthroat machinations to obscure the reality that WWE divas play second-fiddle to their male counterparts. I refer you to Fildango and Ariane’s mosquito bites.
The season-long tension erupted when Eva Marie’s Cinderella dream of being picked from her Hooters white-tee and orange shorts to star in a Maxim photoshoot became a reality. #Progress
As Eva Marie's star brightened, with her spread coming out before Summerslam, the Bellas' star began to fade when their comeback was foiled by Nikki stress-fracturing her shin.
The juxtaposition of Eva Marie’s photo-spread in a magazine made (largely) irrelevant by adult websites and the shelving of the Bellas reminded our Divas of their mortality.
But that doesn't mean they've decided to grow up. For as much as each diva claims to love her significant other, she flees whenever the "c" word is muttered.
The duduk cuts out when Vincent struggles to force Ariane to commit.
The Funkadactyl spent the episode flip-floppping between rebuking Vincent’s blatant overtures to get her pregnant and fawning over the big lug with her friends.
Armenian bread must be damn good.
The divas are much more concerned with their mortality on the WWE roster. Between Eva Marie’s failed coup with Fandango and Maxim, Jojo attempts to stand out by singing the National Anthem. It's the one song that's boo-proof.
In a Machiavellian move, Trinity hijacks Jojo’s shot at job security by convincing the 19-year-old to sing the ring entrance song of the Funkadactyls instead. Trinity scores more air time, takes some of Jojo’s buzz for herself, and exposes the newbie to failure.
Jojo should have stuck with the classics.
Further cementing herself as a revolting person, Eva Marie says it's karma that Jojo failed.
I see it as proof that no one reads Maxim anymore.
Since Total Divas is produced by the WWE, there’s always the suspicion that these women are playing their WWE-manufactured characters for the cameras. The Bellas are written to be bitchy, but are genuinely likable off-stage.
Eva Marie outright sucks. But I can see her appeal.
