After training, MVP, CM Punk, and her, went to get something to eat. After they were finished eating, they went back to the hotel room all full and happy.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get that." CM Punk announced, planting a kiss on Brie's cheek before striding to the door. He opened the door to see a familiar red head standing in the door way.
"Punk!" The woman smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight, "How are you?"
Brie quirked a eyebrow as she immediately recognized the fiery red head from her previous position on Smackdown. Maria.
Maria turned, surprised to find there were other people in the room, and she blushed, "Oh, I didn't know he had.. roommates." Maria finished lamely, "Oh Brie!" Maria then hugged Brie tightly.
"Oh hi." Brie said, a sort of edge in her tone.
"Oh gosh, how are you? I saw it all on RAW, you must be so torn up inside! You can talk to me, just so you know, even though I haven't talked to you in years." Maria added, a tad breathless from talking so much.
Brie just shrugged out of the hug, "I'm fine, you know. Divas champion and all, nothing really wrong except for my evil Twin sister." Brie added a dry laugh.
Maria glanced around at everyone in the hotel room and then her phone began to ring and she answered it, "Hello? Oh.. oh, okay! Bye!" Maria hung up the phone, "I've gotta go, that was my manager. Some photo shoot." Maria smiled and left, when she was about to leave, she turned around and kissed CM Punk on the cheek, "Great job, WWE Champ." She whispered.
Brie's mouth fell open, she didn't even care that her and Maria were friends anymore, she wanted to rip all of the red hair off of her head.
Maria quickly disappeared out the door.
"Well, this is awkward." MVP said flatly.
Brie tried to keep herself together, she just wrapped her arms around herself and stormed into her room. Making a statement by slamming the door shut behind her.
"You're dead." MVP stated to CM Punk.
Brie paced, she just paced, walking in a straight line over and over again. CM Punk entered the room.
"I know - your really really pissed at me.." CM Punk began.
Brie stopped pacing, "I'm not pissed at you, I'm pissed at her, then I'm pissed at me, then I'm confused."
"I forgot to tell you, you're hot when you're jealous." CM Punk added with a slight smirk.
Brie turned a bright red, "Since when did you guys still be buddy-buddy?"
CM Punk shrugged, "I actually didn't even know we were. I'm as shocked as you are that she even stopped by." CM Punk paused for a moment, "She hasn't talked to me since we broke up."
Brie sighed, running a hand through her curled brown hair, "God, I don't know why I'm freaking out over this." She put her face in her hands for a moment.
"If it was Wade at that door kissing your cheek, I'm pretty sure I would have attacked him - if that makes you feel any better." CM Punk said.
Brie gave a hallow laugh, "I almost attacked her."
CM Punk grinned, "I know, I could tell just by the look on your face."
"I guess I'm just terrified of losing you." Brie bit the inside of her cheek, "I finally have you."
CM Punk walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, "You aren't losing me anytime soon. Trust me. She's a ex and she'll remain a ex."
Brie gladly folded herself into his arms, "She better. Or else I'm going to kick her ass and then kick your ass."
"Sadly, I believe that you would kick my ass." CM Punk pecked her on the lips.
After getting dressed for her match against Nikki. Brie was being prepped and picked at by the make-up crew and the hair crew as they carefully traced the rim of her eye with eyeliner. Brie usually did this by herself, but the Stylist flat-out demanded that they do it for her. Probably to make sure she looked nothing like Nikki.
The twins had coordinated through a text message to make sure their outfits were completely different.
And different they were. Brie was wearing a black top with a silver strap that wrapped around her neck.
Nikki, somewhere faraway, was wearing a dark green corset with black shorts with a silver chain passing through the loops. But they both had the swishy boots.
As if a piece of them were still there.
Brie was finally done being prepped and glanced into the mirror to see she had smoky eyes and bright pink lipstick and curly brown hair that went past her shoulders.
"Thanks guys." Brie waved to the stylists as she headed towards the curtain, trying to keep her breathing normal.
"Hello there." A voice said from behind her, and she jumped to see it was Christian, a talent from Smackdown.
Brie stared at the former world Heavyweight champion, who had been called a 'cry baby' on various occasions. But pushing that aside, Brie smiled at the Superstar, "Hi Christian. What's up?" She asked.
"I just wanted to make sure that I said good luck to you in your match." Christian offered a smile to Brie.
Brie nodded, "Well thank you. Not that I'll need it or anything.." Brie added, in a very uberly heel fashion.
Christian chuckled, "Yeah. But good luck anyways." The superstar said, then taking off in the other direction.
That was strange. Brie thought, he acted as if something bad was going to happen.
Okay, Brie, now you're just being paranoid. Brie scolded herself as she approached the curtain to see CM Punk already waiting for her.
"I thought you could use a certain tattooed superstar escort." CM Punk grinned, offering her his arm.
Brie smiled and took his arm, "Oh? Did you?" Brie grinned, "Christian was wishing me luck, I don't know why, but it made me feel paranoid."
"The kid just keeps bitching and bitching. I'm sure after you win, he'll bitch about getting another title shot." CM Punk then nudged her, "Maybe he's after the Divas Championship."
Brie laughed and patted the championship on her shoulder, "He'll have to take it off my dead body."
"That can be arranged." Someone drawled from behind the two, and Brie turned to find herself face to face with.. well, herself.
Nikki Bella looked like the exact opposite of Brie, light vs dark, but in this matter, Brie was the good guy, while Nikki was holding the role of the baddie.
"Oh Nikki." Brie said with a sigh, "My dear twin."
Nikki only grinned, "I wouldn't exactly say 'dear'. You won't be saying dear after I pin you tonight."
"I thought we got all of this jibber jabbering done last time? Do we really need to trade threats again?" Brie asked and then paused, "But I guess we can quickly share some threats." Brie took a deep breath and leaned in towards her sister.
"You see Nikki, you aren't going to pin me tonight. This divas championship is mine, and you are not going to be the person taking it away from me. Understood? You can talk all high and mighty - up on that throne of yours, but in reality. You can't beat me." Brie said to her sister in a harsh low tone, "Anyways, I'm guessing that's our cue to leave, Punkie."
CM Punk was silent during this exchange, he then offered his arm to Brie, "My lady." He said with a cute accent.
Brie just laughed at his adorable accent change, "Lets go." Brie said, as she heard the Cult of Personality beginning to play.
The crowd began to scream when they made their entrance. Apparently CM Punk was making his ground breaking return with a WWE championship around his waist and a girl on his arm.
"Hows it feel to be back?" Brie asked, putting her lips beside his ear.
"Fantastic." He shouted back, they arrived at the ring and he jumped up on the apron and held down the ropes for Brie. She offered him a smile before climbing into the ring and blowing a kiss to the crowd.
Then Nikki's music hit, well, technically Brie and Nikki's music, but that wasn't the point. She came out with a chorus of boos, that seemed to get louder when John Cena followed her out.
"By the way, you completely owned her backstage." CM Punk said into the crook of her neck.
Nikki flipped into the ring and glared at the couple.
Brie took this advantage and pulled the Divas Championship off her arm and held it high in the air. And Nikki glared at her, seething with envy.
CM Punk noticed John Cena staring uncomfortably at the title around his own waist. The two were wearing matching belts.
The men left the ring, Punk in Brie's corner and Cena in Nikki's.
"You ready for this?" Brie shouted over the screaming of the crowd to Nikki.
"Been waiting for this all week." Nikki replied easily.