"Are you serious? They suck." Joe Hennig gave a disapproving look at the raven haired woman that was sitting in front of him. Nicole rolled her eye before responding.

"Giants are going to the Superbowl and that's it. You have no fucking idea what you're talking about." Her thick New York accent showing through.

"The last one was just 2 moths ago." An amuse look grazed the face of the former IC champion.

"Look, I know what I'm talking about." Her eyebrows raised in seriousness, before the young woman started laughing. "I'll see you later. I have to go get ready." She waved, throwing her plate away as she walked out of catering.

Once back into the female talents locker room, she let herself slouch a bit as she walked over to her luggage.

"I need sleep." She quietly said to herself. As she unzipped her bag, she glanced over towards Aj. The current Diva's champion was talking louder and louder, and kept looking down at her phone. Nicole scrunched her eyebrows, trying to figure out what the other woman was going on about. Without paying attention, she reached into her bag, only to be met with an oily moistness.

"What the hell." Nicole stated under her breath. Her head shook slightly as she sat down on a bench. Her head cocked to the side. She grazed her fingers over her clothes in curiosity.

"What the fuck is this?" Abruptly, Nicole stood up and immediately looked over to the divas in her view.

"Who touched my shit?" She said, almost demanding. Nattie looked surprised before she turned her head, and awkwardly walked away.

"Look, everyone gets ribbed. Just have to find the humor in it." Aksana placed a hand on her shoulder, giggling. Nicole slapped her hand away as she demanded again.

"Who touched my shit?" Her voice getting louder with every word. "Ribbing isn't ruining someone's fucking clothes!" From that point on, everything went black and her eyes were seeing red.

"Does it matter." A small woman that Nicole knew from NXT spoke up from the back of the room. She swiftly turned on her heel and stormed towards the mens locker room.

"Slow down missy." She saw Johnny from the corner of her eye as she stormed past him. He realized it wasn't a joke, as he set his cup down and left the group of people he was with. Two men were seen laughing as she started in their direction. It was an instant giveaway in her eyes.

"Are you serious? Are you guys serious? You had the fucking nerve to go into bags?"

"I didn't touch your stuff." Mike Mizanin immediately started to deny any allegations.

"Are you serious?" she asked again. By now there was a small crowd of talent watching.

"Who touched my stuff? Who touched it? WHO TOUCHED IT?" Jon Huber whispered something to Mike, and slowly started walking away. Mike remained quiet.

"Why aren't you saying anything you dumb bitch? Why did you pour baby oil on my shit? Who would do that to my stuff? Who touched it?" There was now yelling from both sides of the altercation. The two trying to yell over the other.

"I didn't touch your stuff!" The Miz yelled from.

"Okay who did?" Mike started laughing as she asked him.

"If. You. Think. I won't go down swinging, you got me fucked up!" the threat was pointed towards Mike.

"Hit me! HIT ME! Because you're gonna look really stupid when your ass get fired!" The Awesome One screamed into her face. Just as she started yelling again, a tattooed arm grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"Did I touch your shit?! NO!" She wiggled free from the arm and got in Mizanin's face again, screaming a few vulgar words before turning around and walking away.

"Yeah, go fuck every other guy in the company bitch!" Her head whipped around as the words left his mouth. She stormed back up to him pushing his chest, causing him to take a few steps back.

"THAT'S IT! STOP!" A deep, faint voice screamed over all of the commotion. Joe tried to grab her, but as he did, she tried kicking Mike in the groin area. The momentum from the kick and Joe's arms grabbing at her caused her to trip, landing her right on the floor. She had Miz by the shirt, causing him to come to his knees. Her shirt ripped off exposing her bra. The action went unnoticed by the woman in question, as her feet started kicking and wailing wildly; not caring who was in her path.

"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" Fandango's voice, as well as almost every other superstar and diva was heard throughout the corridor that they were in.

Joe stood the outraged woman up and she yanked herself from his grip once again. As she started for Miz again, the Samoan man blocked her path.

"You are scum!" Her words could leave bullet holes in someone.

"You need to stop Nicole!" Nikki Bella tried to calm the diva down, only to be yelled at.

"No. You treat everyone with respect and you don't touch someone's shit! I don't care if I'm a rookie! I give respect, and I expect to get it back. Fuck the politics, try acting like human beings with some sense." As Joe went to restrain her again, she tried pushing him away, but to no avail.

"Fuck him! You need to calm down before you lose your job!" He tried reasoning with her for a third time. "You take her stuff and fill her bag with baby oil. How do you think she was gonna react?" His voice boomed over all of the commotion as he directed the question towards Mike.

"Who does something like that?" Her raspy voice was heard again, as she tried clawing at Joe to get around him. He pulled her tight against his chest, subtly rubbing his thumb against her abdomen in an effort to try and calm the young beauty down. She turned from him, breaking loose from his grasp. She blocked out all of the negativity for the time being as she finally decided to leave the situation.

"What the hell are you doing?" Joe Henning came rushing up to her once he saw her turn back around. But before he could reach her, she snaked her way by him, going for the main target yet again. As she approached, she saw the group of superstars had doubled in size where she previously was.

"Get that crazy bitch away from me!" Mike's voice could be heard over anyone.

"I'm not going anywhere! Try and run me out! I will run circles around you." After getting in the last word, she turned on her heel and walked towards the exit.

Once outside in the fresh air, the tears started to spill. The voices of over happy fans could be heard from the parking deck above her. Faint screams of Jenna Jay lightly tickled her ears. She snatched her pack of cigarettes from her pocket and slipped one in her mouth. The smoke cascaded into her lungs, instantly calming her. Not even the sound of the door behind her pulled her from her thoughts. An arm wrapped around her. The beauty didn't even have to look to see who it was. She instantly gave into it, and snuggled into the arm of the man in question. She dropped her cigarette and threw her arms around his neck.

"I've never been so disrespected in my life. And now I'm gonna get released for standing up for myself." Nicole pulled back a bit and stared into grey eyes.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you. Orton did the same thing to some girl a while back and she blew up similar to you. She wound up quitting herself. Look, both of you were out of line. But you had every right to be mad. He shouldn't have done that. Look lets go alright? Shows over, it's time to go." The large man wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulder. "Actually, here. Take my keys. I'll meet you in the car." Joe pulled them from his pocket and handed them to the brunette. She offered a small smile and watched him continue back in the building.

Xoxoxo

"I don't what I'm gonna do about clothes now. Everything is closed, and I can't keep wearing yours. I'm gonna run you out of house and home." Nicole's antics caused the large Samoan man to sigh. He quickly turned and put his hands on her shoulders to stop her. She looked at him, startled.

"Go lay down. Relax. Forget the bull, and enjoy the night." Without hesitation, Joe leaned in and kissed her forehead. Nicole gave a small smile, obliging.

"I'm done thinking about it, you're right. When the time comes, I'll deal with it." Nicole stated, a matter of fact, as she plopped down on his bed.

"So big man, tell me about Jessica." Nicole blurted out, almost begrudgingly.

"There's nothing to tell." Joe's answer was short and curt. He walked over to the bed and sat next to petite woman. His elbows were set on his knees as he gazed over to her.

"I thought you needed advice silly." Nicole instantly thought about what Ariane had told her. She watched as the large man shook his head.

"She's a dumbass. I don't wanna talk about it right now." As the words traveled to her ears, she felt his arm snake around her waist. He pulled her on top of him, her legs over either side of his waist. He tested the waters, allowing his lips to glass over her neck. Nicoles eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"You can't do this to me." The words seeped through her lips. A groan escaped his full flesh lips. A sheepish kiss to her neck, a feel of her breast.

"There's something about you that I don't wanna give up. I've never experienced somebody like you Nicole." Roman Reigns' eyes held nothing but sincerity. Full lips met full lips, and it set the young woman over the edge. Their bodies collapsed, only making their situation worse.