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Part Twenty-Nine
They did win the match.
Eve barely had a chance to get at Layla again... The woman tagged right back out as quickly as she could whenever the Miz tagged her in, and the same thing happened when Punk tagged Eve in. Layla stepped in, then immediately tagged back out before Eve could get to her. It was enough to piss Eve off even more... Of course, Layla did pay for it a bit in the end. CM Punk had the Miz locked into the Anaconda Vise and, when Layla tried to go into the ring to break it up, Eve immediately went after the woman, catching her before she could break the submission hold that Punk had locked in. Eve had then tossed Layla out of the ring, following her to the outside and attacking, landing multiple kicks to the older woman before dragging her up and tossing her into the barricade... Then going back to kicking her, not stopping until she heard Punk's music blaring over the sound system. The Miz had finally tapped - lasting longer in the hold than Eve would have expected him to - and she and Punk had won the match.
Arching a brow, Eve took a step back, glaring at the woman in front of her before turning toward the timekeeper's table, intending to go and get her championship belt, then jerking slightly when her belt was suddenly held out to her... Not by the timekeeper or ring announcer or anyone like that, but instead by Paul Heyman. Once again, Eve had forgotten that the man was even out there. Strange, really, considering the fact that he'd been cheering for them as he'd stood at ringside, his voice loud and clear and easily recognizable.
Reaching out, Eve took her title from him, holding it as she stepped back into the ring, heading over to where Punk stood, the diva raising the man's hand in victory. Punk smirked a little as he looked around, his gaze sliding over toward her.
"I see you got some of your aggressions out," he muttered as they dropped their hands back to their sides, and Eve rolled her eyes, looking to where Layla still sat, the diva slumped against the barricade, her arm wrapped around her middle, which was where she'd taken most of the kicks that Eve had delivered.
"Well, she shouldn't have stepped into the ring to try and break up the Anaconda Vise," Eve replied, the two of them heading toward the ropes to exit the ring... Eve smiling slightly as she caught sight of the Miz pulling Layla up onto his shoulder, apparently intending to try and carry her out of there since the diva didn't seem inclined to try and get up under her own power.
Punk snorted. "I'm pretty sure that's not the only thing that she shouldn't have done tonight," the man replied, and Eve knew he was referring to what she'd told him earlier... That Dean Ambrose had overheard Layla and Alicia talking trash about Eve and saying some not-so-nice things (that were entirely untrue) about how Eve had convinced Booker to punish Kaitlyn.
"Maybe she'll think twice next time," Eve replied as they hopped down from the ring apron... Punk reaching out to take his WWE championship from Paul Heyman when the man held it out to him.
"Or, if she has a brain in her head, maybe she'll just run like hell," Punk replied as he draped his title over his shoulder, Eve doing the same with her own as the three of them started to make their way up the ramp, heading for the back. Paul Heyman stayed a few steps behind them, though Eve was more aware of the man's presence now... Likely because she wasn't so distracted by her anger at Layla now that the woman had been hauled off to the backstage area and was no longer in sight.
Arching a brow, Punk flicked a look at her. "You think Alicia Fox is shaking in her boots backstage right about now?" he wanted to know, and Eve snorted.
"Not unless she's suddenly been booked in a match against me and realizes why I went after Layla like I did," Eve replied, the diva ducking through the curtain and heading down the stairs, pushing her hair back over her shoulder as she started to turn in the direction that she knew the divas' locker room to be in... Stopping when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she looked over at Punk, arching a brow at the man.
"Since I didn't say it yet... Good work out there tonight."
"I was barely even in the match. Layla tagged out whenever we got tagged in."
"Because she was scared to death of you. You made her a non-factor in the match. And I'm pretty sure we both know you would have kicked her ass if she'd had the guts to really face you," Punk said, and Eve shrugged.
"Probably," the woman replied, not even bothering to try and be modest about it because, well... What was the point? She'd beaten Layla to win the title, beaten her in a rematch, and also beat her in a triple threat match that Kaitlyn was a part of as well. So, yes, she could beat Layla, and she could do so pretty easily when she was as irritated as she had been tonight. The only concern would have really been whether or not she could avoid being disqualified.
Punk smirked a little at her easy answer. "Anyway... Thanks for being my tag team partner tonight."
"Thanks for asking me. I would have been sitting around being bored tonight if you hadn't given me a chance to go out there and kick some ass," the diva replied, then sighed. "And on that note... I probably ought to head back to the divas' locker room and get cleaned up and changed."
Punk nodded, starting to take a step back, then stopping, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. "You want to meet up again after the show? Maybe grab something to eat. Friends only, obviously. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything."
"Good, because that would freak me out," Eve told him, then bit her lip, not sure what to say. She couldn't say yes, of course - she sort of had a date already - but she still wasn't sure exactly what excuse to give him. After a moment, she gave a shrug. "Thanks for the invite and all, but... I've kind of got plans already," she said, not sure what she would say if he wanted to know what those plans were. Potentially getting involved with Seth Rollins was not something she was willing to share at the moment... Even if she knew that Punk knew that there might be a little something going on there.
Punk smirked, his expression knowing. "Plans, huh?"
"Yes. I have plans," she told him. "So maybe another time... As friends."
"Of course. As friends," he said, then leaned in toward her. "Can't have a certain Shield member getting pissed at me, can I?" he asked, then winked at her. "Have fun with Rollins tonight."
"I never said that my plans were with him."
"You didn't have to."
