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Author's Note: As you read, please remember that this story is set in early 2013. Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan didn't get engaged until late 2013, so the story is accurate in portraying them as just dating.
Brie's voice: "Previously, in The Squared Circle…"
"But I'm curious about something…" Mercedes began. "What exactly are you gonna say to Brie about being inactive?"
Layla looked at Mercedes for a moment before fixing her gaze on the far wall as she thought. "I'm not exactly sure."
"I say do something dramatic." Mercedes said. "Shock her ass into getting back in the game. Push her arousal button so hard she can't help but want back in."
Layla nodded as she drank in Mercedes' suggestion. "Shock and awe. That just might work. I did dominate her in her initiation. Yeah. I think that will do it."
The Squared Circle
Chapter 9
The Truth About Bellas
Sunday, April 14, 2013 – 1:30 pm – Apartment of Brianna Garcia-Colace – Phoenix, Arizona
Brianna Garcia, the woman the WWE Universe knows as Brie Bella, was in the midst of a packing frenzy. She had to hop on a flight to Greenville-Spartanburg Airport in South Carolina for the next night's Monday Night Raw. Immediately after that, she would jump on a redeye to Glasgow, Scotland for the first stop on Smackdown's European Tour for a live Smackdown on Thursday. Brie shuttled back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom gathering toiletries as she went over her mental checklist.
To say that Brie's life was hectic was putting it mildly. She was one of the top performers in the Divas division and one of the most sought-after Superstars outside of the ring for appearances, whether it is alone or with her twin sister, Nicole aka Nikki Bella. Add to that her relationship with WWE Superstar and reigning WWE Tag Team Champion, Daniel Bryan, and Brianna Garcia seemed to be in a state of perpetual motion. On this sunny day in Arizona, Brie was in the zone.
"All my clothes are packed… I've got all my… toiletries… Passport is in my purse with my wallet… Mail has been stopped… I called Bryan and Nikki… What else?" Brie paused for a minute then snapped her fingers as she remembered something else. "Extra cell phone charger and international plugs." Brie went to her dresser and bent down to go into the bottom drawer. She pulled the bottom drawer open and began rambling for her extra charger and the plugs when she heard a knock on the door. "Mom, I told you I had to get out of here." Brie said to herself as she straightened herself up. She made her way out to the door. Without asking who it was, she looked through the peephole. When she saw who it was, she leaned back with a quizzical look on her face. "Layla? What is she doing here?" She said under her breath before opening the door. "Hi… Lay!" Brie said with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I would say that I was in the neighborhood but I need to talk to you." Layla said. "Can I come in?"
Brie stepped to the side and motioned for Layla to step inside. This was the first time that Layla had ever visited her. Considering her timing, Brie figured that something very important was on her mind. "You want something to drink? Water? Wine or something?" Layla waved her hand and shook her head as Brie motioned for her to sit on the sofa. "I'm not trying to be rude but…" Brie started walking toward the bedroom as she talked. "I'm finishing up packing. I have a 5 o'clock flight."
"That's cool. I'm actually on the same flight. I figured I'd offer you a ride to the airport." Layla said.
"I was gonna get my mom to do it! But, she'd have to leave work early! It wouldn't be a problem?!" Brie called out from the bedroom.
"No problem at all!" Layla said.
"Thanks! I appreciate it!" A minute later, Brie re-emerged from the bedroom and sat down on the corner of the couch and tucked her bare feet underneath her. "So what's going on?" Brie said.
Layla paused and cocked her head to one side. "I'm going to be frank with you. The Circle has been dying a slow death for a while now. Everybody who was active either retired or got fired. It's been just you and me and you have been a ghost the last few months and I'll be damned if I'm gonna go out like that."
"But…" Brie tried to interject.
"I know you're busy. I know you're in a relationship." Layla started. "But other people have been busy and in relationships and still… had their fun. I mean, what's wrong? Is it me? Do you not like me or something? Am I not your type? I mean, you were so gung-ho at first and then after everybody left, you just… stopped."
Brie took a moment to measure her response before she opened her mouth. Layla was right about her. She was extremely gung-ho about The Circle when Layla first approached her. The night of her initiation was a night that she and Layla would not soon forget. Although both of them were shit-faced, Brie remembered everything about the two-woman party they had that night in San Antonio. Now, Layla was calling her on her inactivity. What happened? Why did Brie's presence in The Circle disappear? As much as part of her wanted to dismiss Layla and use getting to the airport as an excuse, Layla eliminated that excuse when she offered to take her and inform her that they were on the same flight. Plus, she couldn't bring herself to let down Layla one-on-one in person. Layla was a genuinely sweet person that Brie couldn't help but like and since she flew from her home in Florida to Arizona to talk to her, she owed Layla a proper conversation.
"I don't even have an excuse." Brie began. "After that mass exodus of girls, it kind of looked like you threw in the towel and since I wasn't leading, I didn't push. I know you had said something before but I didn't realize that you really serious about keeping things going."
"The day after 'Mania, I went to Stephanie's house to give back the ring." Layla admitted.
"You… went to Stephanie's house?! What did she say?" Brie asked.
"She challenged me not to give up. And she gave me a little push. And I decided that I am not giving up and that I am gonna build this thing to be stronger than ever." Layla declared.
Brie raised an eyebrow. "What kind of push did she give you?"
"I made out with her in her sitting room while Hunter was upstairs with the kids." Brie's mouth dropped wide open. "And she promised that if I restored The Inner Circle to its former glory, I could, and I quote 'fuck the motherfuckin' shit' out of her."
Brie shifted in her seat. She loved Bryan. She wanted to marry him and hoped beyond hope that there was a proposal in her future. But there was a dormant part of her that liked women. And what Layla had just told her about her boss made her Sapphic arousal awaken from its slumber.
"I know you're looking forward to that." Brie said.
"Oh, Stephanie and I flew down to Orlando last week to see Mickie and get some advice from her and the three of us fucked in Mickie's apartment." Layla said nonchalantly.
After two or three seconds of silence, Brie exploded in laughter, falling on her side on the sofa with her hair falling in her face about six inches from where Layla sat. Layla looked down at Brie's hysterical laughing fit in amusement. However, she did not allow that amusement to register on her face. After a minute or so, Brie sat up waving her arms back and forth.
"Why are you fucking with me like that?" Brie said as she tried to catch her breath.
"Why would I lie about that?" Layla asked.
"To sell me on getting involved again." Brie said as she reached for a tissue to wipe away the tears of laughter. Layla nodded and reached for her phone. "Who are you calling?"
"Stephanie."
"Okay. Now I know you're ribbing me." Brie said. Ribbing, or pulling practical jokes, has been a time-honored tradition in wrestling locker rooms for decades. Brie was sure that she was in the middle of a huge rib. She figured that Layla was calling Michelle or one of the girls in the locker room to keep the ruse going.
Layla dialed and waited for the phone to be answered.
"Hey Lay."
"I'm sorry. I know you're probably busy."
"A little but what's up?"
"Can you call Brie at her place? She doesn't believe something I told her."
"Me, you and Mick in Orlando?"
"Yep."
"No problem. Hang up. I've got your back."
"Thanks, Steph." Layla said as Brie stuck her hand out to take the cell phone to talk to the "fake" Stephanie. Layla pushed end and dropped the phone into her lap. Five seconds later, Brie's house phone rang. Layla looked at Brie, then pointed at the phone without saying a word. Brie looked at the caller ID. "S.M. McMahon". Brie looked at Layla then back at the phone as it rang two more times before she picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hi Brie. It's Stephanie. How are you today?"
"I'm good. I'm sitting here with…"
"Layla. I know. She just called me. Now I'm supposed to confirm some information that she shared with you?"
"I take it you wouldn't rib somebody about this, would you?"
"About what, sweetie?"
"You… and Layla… having a three way with Mickie James."
"You mean the same Mickie James that is no longer employed in WWE and works for our rival? Now let me ask you something. How plausible does that sound? That Layla and I would hop in the corporate jet, fly down to visit TNA Knockout Mickie James, risk being seen going into her apartment, fuck her in a hedonistic lesbian three-way, then head over to NXT and try to recruit some of the Divas that will get called up in the next year or two all to solidify the future of a secret coven that I founded. It sounds like someone is fucking with you."
Brie looked over at Layla with a look of smug satisfaction on her face. "My thoughts exactly."
"Except I am the one that just fucked with you." Stephanie said, wiping all traces of Brie's smugness away. "Every bit of it is true. The Circle will not die right now. Not like this. That woman sitting in your living room is the Ringleader of the Feminine Order of the Inner Circle. She needs your help. She needs your cooperation and participation and she will get it because you are a woman of your word. You are a member of The Inner Circle and in 14 years, no one has ever quit or been asked to leave. You will not be the first. Help her Brianna. She went to NXT and lined up four potentials and closed the deal on one. Help her Brie. Do it for her. Do it for me. Do it for yourself. She told me about you when you started. You were on fire. We need you to burn again."
"You know I can't say no to you." Brie said softly.
"I know you can't. That's why I love you." Stephanie said with a smile. "I have to get back to work. I'll see you two tomorrow."
"Bye Steph." Brie hung up the phone and looked at it for a moment before turning her attention back to Layla. "She's a good closer."
"The best." Layla said. "Not that I needed her. I had you."
"You did. Still. She's…"
"Yeah."
"So she said you closed the deal on someone. So there are three of us now. Who?"
"Sasha… Banks." Layla said.
Brie smiled. "Oh that's nice!" Brie chuckled. "That's really nice! That girl is a smokeshow!"
"We're all smokeshows. But she is… a freak beyond compare." Layla grinned.
"She's all that?" Brie asked.
"And then some. Single best initiation I've ever been a part of."
"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that." Brie said, remembering her vigorous initiation with Layla.
Layla, knowing Brie was teasing, simply smiled and continued. "Now we've got some work to do."
"Okay. Who did you have in mind?" Brie asked. Layla said nothing. She looked at Brie for a moment. Brie's face took on a quizzical look. "Hello? Lay? Who are you thinking?" Layla's eyes briefly darted over to the picture on the end table next to the phone and then back to Brie with an almost imperceptible head nod. It was a picture of Brie and her sister Nikki. "No." Brie said emphatically.
"Hear me out…"
"Layla, no!"
"Would you just listen to me?"
"She would not understand."
"I think she would."
"She would not be down for this." Brie said. "She is strictly dickly!" Layla tried to interject. "She has got serious wetcrotch for John!" She said referring to Nikki's boyfriend, WWE Superstar John Cena. "She hasn't hooked up with a girl since we…" Brie quickly shut her mouth and with it her train of thought. Although she sat stone-faced, her eyes gave away the fact that she had said way too much about way too much.
"Since we… what?" Layla asked ominously.
"Drop it." Brie said sternly before getting up and walking toward the kitchen.
Layla got up to follow her. "Drop what? Brianna, what are you talking about? She hasn't hooked up with a girl since you what?"
Brie opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. She opened it without looking at Layla. "I like my life. Okay?! Nicole would kill me if she even thought that I told anybody else." Brie said with a tinge of genuine fear in her voice.
"Brie, as God as my witness, what you say to me does not leave this apartment. No one will ever know." Layla tried to reassure.
There had always been a part of Brie that wanted to share the secret with someone because she wasn't really ashamed of what she did. But she knew that Nicole had always harbored some fear and loathing over the secret.
"Layla, if anybody ever finds out… We could be in our nineties and I will hunt you down and fucking kill you!" Brie threatened.
Layla took the water bottle out of Brie's hands, sat it on the kitchen counter and took Brie by both hands. "Not a soul. I promise."
Brie took a deep breath. "Nicole and I were 17 and there was this guy that she really, I mean REALLY liked. She was a nervous wreck thinking about him BEFORE he asked her out. After he asked her? The girl was bat-shit crazy."
"I've been there. I understand completely." Layla said.
"She was fretting about everything. Hair, clothes, nails, everything… including…" Brie stopped.
"Including?" Layla asked.
"Including… kissing." Brie hesitantly said.
"Oh." Layla let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "Okay. So you helped her get over her anxiety by practicing kissing with her. That's okay! My cousin and I practiced on each other one summer. It got her the guy!"
"You don't understand." Brie said in an ominous tone. "The kissing was really awkward… then it got REALLY good." Layla made sure her face registered no reaction seeing the seriousness etched on Brie's face. "It was a SERIOUS makeout session. I mean, better than any makeout session I ever had." Brie took another deep breath. "And then I kissed her neck… and it was all over. We practiced almost everything we had ever seen in lesbian porn." It was then that a faint smile of satisfied remembrance crossed Brie's lips. "We fucked the shit out of each other. I am so glad that our parents and brother weren't home because we were LOUD." Brie's eyes became hazy and glassy. Her bottom lip began to quiver. "She didn't talk to me for five days after that. She was so mad at me. She blamed me for what happened." Brie's tears started to fall. Her voice took on a strained airiness. "She LOVED it. I KNOW she did. And she is a NATURAL. I think that's why she was so angry."
Layla shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't… Forget about it. I won't approach her…"
"That's right. You won't approach her." Brie said. About five seconds of silence passed between the two of them. "I will."
"I can't ask you to do that." Layla said as tears threatened to overwhelm her.
"I've wanted her again since that day." Brie sniffed her tears. "I know we can't live happily ever after and all that stuff. I mean, I love Bryan and she loves John. And, oh yeah, we're sisters. But not a day goes by that I haven't thought about that day." Layla nodded. "You know why Brie Mode exists and Nikki Mode doesn't?" Layla shook her head. "At some point I just click and go for it. Throw caution to the wind. People we know were stunned when she got the boob job because they thought I'd be the one to say screw it and do it. She measures everything. That night… was the one time she didn't.
"Brie. I just can't…"
"You and Steph wanted me to burn again. Well guess what? You lit the pilot light, baby." Brie said as she wiped away the last of her tears.
"Good. I'm glad you're burning like that. 'Cause I was about to put a burn notice out on you." Layla joked.
"I LOVE that show!" Brie said of USA Network's hit series Burn Notice. She then launched into the voiceover spoken at the beginning of each episode. "My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy until… we got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted." Layla whistled at the exact moment in the opening monologue where Michael whistles, proving that she watched the show too. Brie laughed and clapped. "You what this means. Marathon!"
"I'd love to. I'll bring the wine."
"Tequila, darlin'." Brie said. "Brie Mode starts with tequila!"
Layla laughed. "Tequila it is. But wait. Are you gonna try to take advantage of me?"
"Of course!" Brie scoffed.
"That's my girl!" Layla bear hugged Brie's neck causing her to giggle. She then released the hug. "Okay. Let's get your stuff loaded in the car so we can get to the airport. Layla turned to walk out of the kitchen.
"Lay?" Brie said. Layla stopped and turned. Brie walked up to Layla, cupped her face and gave her a lingering kiss. When she broke it, she tenderly wiped Layla's lips with her thumb trying to make some semblance of the lip gloss she just smeared.
"What was that for?" Layla asked.
"Lighting my pilot." Brie said before giving Layla one more quick peck.
Monday, April 15, 2013 – 2:30 pm – The Westin Poinsett Hotel – Greenville, South Carolina
Brie sat in her hotel room staring at the television. She wasn't paying attention to what was on, rather the television was providing background noise to the thoughts that were swirling around in her head. She had a feeling of catharsis in admitting her incestuous liaison to Layla. During the admission, Layla never judged, never question, never so much as raised an eyebrow. Of course many people wouldn't understand. Of course many people would judge. But the first person that she told did neither. And that fact emboldened her. Brie was as close to her sister as she could possibly be. But there was still a hole. The admission to Layla reminded her of what that hole was and just how big it was. "That night", as she refers to it, was as emotional as it was libidinous. In her mind, she could not have felt as connected to another person as she was with Nicole that night; physically and emotionally. That is what she missed. That is, after years of suppressing it, what she craved once again.
She had yet to see her sister since her arrival in Greenville. Nicole was flying in from John's home in Tampa. She also had yet to see Bryan. He was doing some promo work with his partner Kane aka Glenn Jacobs. This time alone gave her a chance to reflect on her conversation with Layla and the dormant emotions they stirred up. It also gave her a chance to wrap her mind around the fact that, if they were successful recruiters, The Inner Circle would be coming back to life. There was an element of excitement about the Circle for Brie. She thought back to the time that she was walking down the hallway of a hotel in Jacksonville and got pulled into a room without warning for an encounter with Michelle McCool. She reminisced about another occasion where an innocent night of movie watching in a hotel room in Minneapolis turned into a sexcapade with Barbie aka Kelly Kelly. She never knew where her next encounter would be or with whom it would be. It was that thrilling aspect that marinated in her brain when she heard sharp knocking on the door.
"Turn off Skinemax and open the door!"
Brie smiled upon hearing the unmistakable voice of her genetic doppelganger, Nicole.
"You're a certifiable nutcase! You know that, right?!"
"I'm also a tired nutcase that needs to crash on your bed for an hour or two before we head to the arena, now open up!"
"What's the magic word?" Brie teased.
"Open the fucking door, Brianna… Sesame!"
Brie began laughing before opening the door. "That's six words, you idiot!"
Nicole stepped across the threshold wearing a navy blue and white striped sundress with flat gladiator sandals having only her purse and sunglasses in hand after dropping her bags in her room. "They were the right six words, 'cause you opened the door." Brie closed the door as Nicole flopped down haphazardly on the couch.
"They were six funny words. That's why I opened the door."
"I am exhausted." Nicole said. "Why do we do this again?"
"For the money and the fame." Brie said. "And to be close to our boyfriends."
"My boyfriend can go fuck himself." Nicole spat.
"What did John do now?"
"He never wants to talk about a long-term future!" Nicole exclaimed. "He's always so 'content with what we have'. It drives me up the fucking wall!"
"How long can you go without saying the word fuck?" Brie asked.
"When I'm in this frame of mind, about six and a half seconds." Nicole shot back.
"You deserve better than content." Brie said softly.
"Thank you!" Nicole said as she got up to go to the mini-bar fridge for a cold water. "I deserve forever." Nicole opened the bottle and took a swig.
"You do deserve forever." Brie said softly. A minute or two of silence passed as both women reflected on their respective relationships.
"Maybe we should marry each other." Nicole deadpanned.
"We've got enough problems as it is." Brie returned the deadpan. "We have to add incestuous lesbians to the mix." Brie then added a comment she would soon come to regret. "Been there, done that."
One of the oldest clichés in the book says 'if looks could kill…' That cliché was never more appropriate. Nanoseconds after Brie's add-on comment, Nicole's face belied the deep-seated rage that bubbled underneath. To Nicole, the last thing on Earth she wanted to be reminded of was the night she slept with her sister.
"Why the fuck would you say that?" Nicole fumed. She didn't give Brie a chance to respond as she sat up bolt straight and glared through Brie. "I told you I never wanted to talk about that again. Certainly not as lame-ass throwaway line to a joke. That's not funny in this or any other life."
"Nicole, I'm sorry…"
"Fuck your sorry and fuck you!" Nicole growled with simmering anger. "You never let shit go. I swear to God sometimes I hate you."
Brie felt her anger rise. There were two things that Nicole could say to Brie to set her off; fuck you and I hate you. Nicole had just hit the Daily Double. Brie told Layla that she believed that Nicole was so angry because she hated the fact that she enjoyed sex with Brie as much as Brie did. Brie's anger pushed her sensitivity filter to the side, allowing Brie to share with Nicole her unvarnished truth.
Brie stood up. "You don't hate me. You hate yourself because you enjoyed it." That statement made Nicole stand up and walk menacingly toward Brie. "You hate yourself because you didn't stop me because you know I enjoyed it."
"Shut the fuck up, Brie." Nicole spat.
"You hate yourself because it felt SO fucking good getting your pussy eaten and your pre-boob job tits sucked on by the mirror image of yourself…" Brie stuck a verbal dagger in Nicole and twisted it. Nicole began visibly shaking in anger. Brie leaned forward and was nearly nose-to-nose with Nicole. "Because you're a self-gratifying, narcissistic closeted lesbian BITCH."
To Nicole, for a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped. She had never in her life experienced pure hatred for a person until that moment. Her next action demonstrated that fact. In the context of a professional sports entertainment scripted scenario, Nicole as Nikki had slapped Brie before. There was no faking a slap. A slap to the face is a slap to the face and it hurts. But there was a way to strike your wrestling opponent in such a way that their jaw is going to take the majority of the slightly-telegraphed blow so as not to draw blood from your opponent's mouth. In that hotel room, on that day, Nicole did not slightly telegraph her slap. Nor did Nicole concern herself with connecting with Brie's jaw. Nicole reared back with her right hand and delivered the hardest slap that she ever had to another person. She caught Brie square on the side of her face and the corner of her mouth. Brie let out an uncontrolled groan as the slap spun her to her right and to the floor.
Nicole looked down at her sister and both figuratively and literally saw blood. "You fucking BITCH!" Nicole growled as she mounted Brie, grabbing her roughly by the hair and trying to slam her head on the floor. Brie grabbed a handful of Nicole's hair as the started to tussle. Nicole had the strength advantage but Brie always fought her sister dirty. Brie bit Nicole hard in her shoulder causing her to scream out in pain and release her grip on Brie. The smaller twin scrambled to her feet with Nicole rolling away and hopping to her feet to keep Brie from jumping on her. As Nicole turned to face Brie, all she saw was stars as a result of a vicious open-handed smack to the side of her face. Nicole staggered and dropped to her knees. She instinctively brought her hand up to her mouth, when she moved her fingers to look at them, she saw her own blood. She looked up at Brie and gritted, revealing her crimson-covered teeth. Nicole defiantly spat her blood onto the carpet.
Brie really didn't want to continue the fight but her pride would not allow her to back down. "Eye for an eye, bitch." Brie coldly grunted. "Touch me again and mom and A.J. will be burying you."
Nicole lunged at Brie, tackling her onto the sofa. Brie tried to squirm from underneath Nicole but lost any means of escape when Nicole seized Brie's throat with both hands and began to choke her. Brie began to gasp as Nicole groaned loudly. "FUCK YOU BRIE! I HATE YOU! BITCH! JUST DIE!" Just as she said that, Brie's eyes displayed a look of such horror and fear that it scared Nicole. She relaxed her grip on Brie's throat and began to weep. After a few seconds, Nicole completely released her grip on her sister's throat and tumbled off of her and onto the floor. Brie began coughing roughly and turned her face into the pillow. As Brie began to settle down, Nicole continued to weep. She was on the floor next to the sofa on her back with both hands over her face. Tears streamed out of her eyes, rolling down the sides of her face. As she gasped to catch her breath, she shuddered in such a gut-wrenching way that was heartbreaking to her sister. Brie began to sob and reached down to touch her sister. When Nicole felt Brie touch her arm, she began to do a backward crabwalk scramble to get away from her. "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" Nicole began to weep harder as she pulled herself to her feet. Brie sat up and watched her sister grab her purse, jog to the door and slam it behind her. Brie jumped up and ran to the door flinging it open. She turned her head to her left in time to see Nicole dart into the stairwell. Brie's sobbed harder at the door. As she started to back inside, she heard a familiar voice through her tears.
"Brie?!" Brie turned her head to the right and through her tears saw Layla. When she realized that is was Layla, she completely broke down. "Sweetie?! What happened?!" Layla said as she reached out to embrace Brie, seeing her bloody lip.
"Nicole and…" Brie started as she cried. "It was a joke! She slapped me! We… got into a fight!" Brie was shaking. "I lost her!" Brie's speech devolved into unintelligible tearful muttering.
Layla began to silently cry as she cradled Brie's head in her bosom. "Shhhh. She's your sister. She'll be back."
"No! She won't!" Brie sobbed. "She told me to never touch her again!" Brie buried her head in Layla's chest as she wept.
Layla began walking Brie back into the room and closed the door behind them. "Shhhh. We're gonna stop crying… and clean you up… and calm down. Okay?"
"I…" Brie's sobbing bordered on uncontrollable. Layla walked the two of them over to the sofa and sat down. Layla continued to cradle Brie's head and added rocking to the equation to try to soothe her.
Miraculously, Nicole made it to her room without being seen and slammed the door behind her. She picked up the water glass that was on the desk table and hurled it across the room, shattering it against the wall. She then flopped down into the desk chair, put her head down on the desk and began another round of crying.
Nicole hated when Brie was right. Brie had once again rocked Nicole to her core with the truth. A truth that Nicole buried in her subconscious for 12 years. Now, in the aftermath of a brief but nuclear fight with Brie, it was a truth that Nicole would have to face head on. She had sex with her twin sister and she loved it. As she began to calm down, she replayed in her mind the lead up to the physical fight with Brie.
Brie stood up. "You don't hate me. You hate yourself because you enjoyed it." That statement made Nicole stand up and walk menacingly toward Brie. "You hate yourself because you didn't stop me because you know I enjoyed it."
"Shut the fuck up, Brie." Nicole spat.
"You hate yourself because it felt SO fucking good getting your pussy eaten and your pre-boob job tits sucked on by the mirror image of yourself…"
"Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut?" Nicole whispered to herself.
Nicole spent the next few minutes in silent decompression. As she sat in an almost catatonic state, her mind flashed back in little snippets; the venomous look in Brie's eyes, her sister hitting the floor after she slapped her, the look of horror in Brie's eyes as she was being choked. It was that last flashback snippet that took Nicole back to another, more pleasurable time that she was on top of Brie – a time that she tried to forget. Yet in that moment in the hotel room, she remembered with crystal clarity.
FLASH BACK – Thursday, July 12, 2001 – 1 pm – Nicole's bedroom
Brie is laying on her back, her legs spread open, looking up into the eyes of a woman that was grinding on her center as if her life depended on it. Sweat flew off of Nicole's brow as she rolled her hips, determined to make both her sister and herself come. Brie was slack-jawed and had a look of blissful shock watching and feeling her normally-conservative sister lose her sexual mind. Nicole never lost eye contact with Brie. She wanted to see every flicker of Brie's eyes, every contortion of her face. Nicole was locked into a zone of frenzied sexual motion, the likes of which neither young woman knew was possible. No words were spoken between the two. Their eyes spoke volumes. They were engaged in a fierce scissoring battle that Nicole was now winning in a rout. But there was something else that happened in that moment of time. As Nicole and Brianna looked into each other's eyes, they were looking into each other's souls. They were sisters. They were identical twins. They loved each other. In that moment in time, they fell in love with each other. Moments after the unspoken and subconscious occurred, both women climaxed nearly simultaneously, with Nicole slowly lowering herself into Brie's arms. The two women breathed heavily as they recovered. There were no words, no tears, no sound. The only movement was of the twins' chests moving in unison, as if they were breathing as one.
END OF FLASHBACK
In Nicole's hotel room, the only human movement was the blinking of her eyes. As she stared into space, she said aloud the thing that made her so angry that she hit her sister hard enough to draw blood; the thing that scared her so much that she suppressed it for 12 years until it could be suppressed no more.
"I hate my sister…" Nicole said in a low-volume voice that was just above a whisper. "Because I'm in love with her."
Intense, huh? This was another chapter that seemed to write itself. I sent up a test balloon with the Nikki-Brie flashback scene at the end. That was not "the scene" that I have been talking about. However, given the events of this chapter, will we even see "the scene"? Will Nicole ever talk to her sister again? Will Brie, and Nicole for that matter, be able to pull herself together enough to go to the arena for Raw? You will find out… in chapter 11. But chapter 10 is next and for that chapter, we head back to TNA. Brooke is now a member of The Diamond Exchange. All is well, but… wait. Taryn seems to have a problem on the horizon. Two problems in fact. Their names are Jamie (Velvet) and Ashley (Madison). Velvet has been Taryn's Holy Grail since she arrived in TNA. But is Taryn starting to develop feelings for Ashley? Let's find out. But before we do, there is one thing you need to do for the chapter you just read…
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