Phil Brooks – also known as CM Punk – sighed as he walked through the backstage area of the arena. All night, his fellow wrestlers were whispering about something, but he had no idea as to who – or what – they were whispering about. So, he decided to get to the bottom of things. He walked up to John Morrison, tapping him on the shoulder.

'Hey, John…' he said, 'what the hell is going on here?'

John raised a brow.

'What do you mean?' he asked.

Punk sighed.

'I mean, why is everyone whispering?' he asked, 'it's been happening all night and I feel I'm the only one not in the loop here. Do you know what everyone is whispering about?'

Someone laughed.

'You mean you don't know about the arrival of our newest Diva?'

It was The Miz. Punk frowned, wondering what he was talking about.

'New Diva?' he said, 'who?'

'That would be me, smart guy.'

Punk turned around to find the owner of the voice. And sure enough, standing behind him with her hands firmly placed on her hips, was a girl. She looked young, maybe about eighteen or nineteen. She was only a few inches shorter than him, maybe 5'8" or 5'9". She had long, bright blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. She was beautiful, he had to admit, but there was something about her that was…off?

'Who are you?'

The girl laughed.

'Your worst nightmare,' she said, 'the name is Michelle Levesque. And I think you should get on your knees and bow to me…Pepsi Boy.'

Punk laughed.

'Me? Bow to you?' he said, 'give me a good reason why I should bow to such a bratty little girl.'

Michelle raised a brow. Spunky…she kinda liked that.

'Maybe it's because I can have my family fire you faster than you can say Pedigree…' she said, 'namely, my grandfather…'

'Grandfather?' shorted Punk, 'who's your grandfather? Prince Charles?'

John tapped Punk on the shoulder. Punk turned his head, allowing John to whisper in his ear.

'She's Vince McMahon's granddaughter…' he said, 'and she's also the daughter of Triple H and Stephanie…'

Punk's eyes widened. No wonder everyone was whispering. This girl was practically royalty. The Chairman's granddaughter. The daughter of one of the best wrestlers in the business. He cleared his throat, turning his focus back on the young girl.

'I don't care who your grandfather or father is,' he said, 'I'm not gonna bow to such a spoiled brat.'

Michelle didn't say anything for a bit. She pursed her lips, her eyes scanning Punk's face. After a few moments, she walked closer to him, her forehead firmly pressed against his.

'You'll bow to me one of these days, buddy…' she said, 'I always bring men to their knees whether they want to or not. You will bow…'

Punk snorted.

'In your dreams, Shelly…' he said, 'now, why don't you go crying to your daddy?'

Michelle smirked.

'Like I'm afraid of some delinquent with tattoo's, piercings, and greasy hair…' she said, 'now, if you'll excuse me…I have a match.'

Punk growled as Michelle walked away. He didn't like her attitude, not one bit.

'God, she's a snob…' he said, 'thinking she can get away with shit because of her family…'

'Dude, I still wouldn't mess with her…' said Miz, 'she will send Vince.'

Punk guffawed.

'I'm not afraid of her or Vince,' he said, 'I won't bow to her, and I'm sure as shit not gonna put up with her attitude.'

He spat.

'I gotta get ready for a match…' he said, 'I'll see you guys around.'