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"Cena should've agreed to go over. I don't understand why he needs to beat Windham. What could he possibly benefit from?" Along with a ball dancer and one member of the Shield, Nicole rambled on about her distain for the unprofessionalism of the leader of Cenation. The trio was currently in front of one of the many monitors that were airing the Wyat vs Cena match.

"You're just biased." Colby offered her a stern look.

"Seriously?" Slender, toned arms crossed along the accused woman.

"No, I agree. I'm surprised we're not seeing a Bella beat Aj, honestly." Johnny stated from his place on a crate.

"I don't even wanna go down that path. It's fucked up that when Paige comes up, she's getting a 'title shot.'" Nicole rolled her eyes in disproval. The long haired beauty was pleased once she heard the two toned man change the subject, however.

"Talk to Joe?" Colby asked abruptly, laughing when he saw the brunettes face. "No, I'm serious. He was asking about you."

"Actually, yes. But I'm not getting into that. Now, what's it that Ariane says? Bye, boy, bye!" And with that, Nicole turned on her heel to meet Jon at gorilla. Black Louboutin's clicked down the hallway on the way to her destination.

"Hey Lou." As the tech walked by, they exchanged hello's.

Finally where she belonged, she allowed her hip to rest against the wall and watched the curtain up the stairs in front of her. The phone in her right hand tapped her left palm impatiently.

"Ugh." A sigh escaped her lips, placing the iPhone that was in her hand on a table in front of her.

After about 2 minutes, scuffling and hushed voices could be heard before three large men emerged from behind the curtain.

"You did phenomenal!" The petite brunette perked up and walked towards Bray Wyatt.

"Thank you sweetheart. I'm sweaty." The warning didn't stop the duo from embracing.

"Still think you should have won." Nicole whispered as they broke away. A knowing look was cast in her direction.

She went on to the red bearded man, embracing him as well.

"Saving the best for last." The man known as Erick Rowan joked.

"Of course." Nicole smiled up towards Jon as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Lets celebrate with a bottle of wine and room service?" The shortest of the group glanced up towards the brown bearded man.

"Lets celebrate naked in bed." A serious look crossed his feature as he stared straight ahead.

"You're so bad." Nicole giggled as she caught a glimpse of a sly smile crossing Jon's features. Changing the subject, the heavily bearded man continued.

"I'm surprised they didn't throw you somewhere in the mix tonight." The statement made the young woman cringe. She was almost going to jump and click her heels in excitement as they reached the mens locker room, just so that conversation didn't have to go too deep.

But it did.

"Look, Nikki doesn't like me, so whatever push I had, was sabotaged by the fucking Bellas. It's just… not fair ya know? Me and Tamina are the only two even close enough to a Trish and Lita thing. We're the only two worth a shit and neither of us are allowed to show case our skills. I had one match that actually showed what I am capable of... And not even to full potential!" She shook her head as thoughts of hatred filled her mind. She was shaken of her thoughts, though, as Jon wrapped his arm around her protectively.

"It's the politics shit. Fuck them. Anytime you go out there, give two hundred percent, like you always do, and at the end of the day, if it's not enough, tell them to fuck off. I know how amazing you are. You've wrestled numerous men and women and came out victorious because promoters know your skill and you sell… Look, I'm gonna jump in the shower. You comin in?" Jon held the door open, offering her an invitation.

"No, just call me when you're done." He quickly kissed her forehead as they bid their goodbyes.

"I'm guessing they didn't throw you in the show huh?" Sighing, she started walking towards the large Samoan man that threw the question her way.

"No, but I have a meeting with Stephanie tomorrow. She said creative came up with an angle for me. I can't imagine what it's gonna be." Joe gave her a quick hug once she reached him.

"You'll love it, even if you hate it. You wanna go out later? You look too good to go back to the hotel." She giggled as he winked at her.

"While everyone is out having a good time, I'll be in bed anticipating what Steph has in store for me."

"Come on. It's Wrestlemania baby. We gotta celebrate!" She let another giggle escape her lips as he twirled her around.

"I can't, Anoa'i."

"That doesn't really have ring to it."

"Yeah I got that feeling too." She scrunched her nose up as she watched him laugh at her.

"So it's a no? Every other superstar will be there."

"It's a no. I'll be alone tonight for the first time in a while. I wanna keep it that way." Nicole's hip rested on a crate next to her.

"Jon ain't staying with you?" The statement made from the young woman caught him off guard. Joe pulled his hair back, securing it in a bun on his head.

"He mentioned staying in, but I already know he's going out." A simple eye roll was all she gave as she finished her sentence. It was the politics game again.

"Oh yeah? Well if you change your mind let me know. Our rekindled friendship needs to be christened." A confused smile crossed over her features.

"Whatever you say." Nicole walked past him and placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling her departure.

"Hey Josh." She smiled at one half of the Uso's. He was on the floor to her right, stretching. A simple nod of the head and a slight smile was what she received in return.

Her journey continued down the hallway to the women's area of the arena. A few handshakes were thrown to Hall of Famers, making sure not to, figuratively, step on anyone's toes. She turned the corner and pushed the door open that read 'Women's'.

"Hey Nicole." A fake hello echoed through the otherwise vacant locker room. Red hair whipped over a slender shoulder. Nicole inwardly rolled her eyes, but plasters on a fake smile.

"Hey Eva. Shouldn't you be getting ready for the battle royal?"

"Yeah. I just had to make a phone call."

"Everything alright?" She wasn't genuinely interested. But small talk wouldn't hurt.

"Yeah. Jonathan wandered off somewhere. Had to make sure he wasn't lost."

Just then, the door behind the brunette flung open, causing her to jump a little.

"Nicole, stretch and get your gear on now. Emma isn't competing and Stephanie wants you in. AJ still wins; it'll be you and her. Work out the finish with her." Before a response could leave her mouth, the assistant was out the door.

"Dammit." She rushed over to the locker where her bag was.

"Do you even have time for Sandra to fix your outfit?"

"She gave me my gear this afternoon." Another inward eye roll. Not only was there no time to explain, she rally didn't care.

"I'll see you out there." The door clicking shut allowed Nicole to be alone and get ready in peace.

"Finally I get to wrestle." She lowly mumbled.

Xoxoxo

"Well King, all of these divas are really holding their own and sticking it to their opponents. How do you go about a match like this? Align yourself with someone? Because in the end, it's every woman for themselves. And as you can see here, that's what's happening with the Bellas."

Back in the ring, petite bodies and long hair was sloppily flying everywhere. To say this match was a disaster was an understatement. Most of the women were botching moves and there was even a wardrobe malfunction.

Jenna Jay and AJ Lee were currently battling it out in the corner. Kicks to the abdomen were causing AJ to welter down and tire out. Jenna grabbed her by the hair and lifter her head up. Their hair was entangled in each other, causing a barricade so the fans couldn't see their whispering.

"Reverse my clothesline." Taking another blow to the ribs, AJ fell back into the turnbuckle. Jenna reeled back and went for a clothesline, but ultimately missed as planned and was then turned into AJ's victim. She received a few blows to the head, only to get smashed between the turnbuckle and AJ. Naomi had clotheslined the Diva's Champs back. Seizing the opportunity before her, Jenna tried her hand at eliminating the Diva. She picked up AJ's leg, along with Naomi, and tried to get the womans body over the top rope. But AJ being the slick little demon she is, slid down and out of the grasp of the women.

Setting their sights on other individuals, the women went their separate ways as they targeted other woman.

After another 5 minutes, it was down to AJ and Jenna. The younger of the two was in control, still not knowing how she would be eliminated. The cackling of Vickie could be heard from the outside.

"Reverse closhesline, black widow." Doing as she was instructed, the plan spanned out before the audiences eyes. A few grunts echoed out of Jenna's mouth, signaling the pain she was receiving from AJ.

"You like that Jenna?" AJ's loud shriek could be heard throughout the arena. Jenna was worn down. She tried fighting out of the hold, but to no avail. Knowing this wasn't the way to win the match, AJ soon released her grasp and kicked Jenna down again. Jenna soon found herself being thrown through the middle rope and landing on her head.

"Gimme my champonship!"

Xoxoxo

"That was incredible. I still can't believe they through me in at the last second." The long haired brunette gushed as she laid on the couch in Jon's room.

"Yeah, I didn't know if you just went out there on your own or what." He laughed as he rummaged through his clothes.

"That would've been awesome if I did, huh? Oh, did you hear about tomorrow night? Paige is debuting and she's gonna win the championship." Nicole rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin up on her fist.

"Really now? They're making a big mistake." Nicole sensed a disinterested tone in his voice. Rolling her eyes, she turned on her back once more and started playing on her phone.

"I guess you're not coming out tonight?" The question made the young woman give a soft sigh.

"No, because I was under the impression we were staying in." She felt his presence walk over to her.

"Only for a little bit. I wish you would to. You need to kiss a little ass."

"When has Big Rig Brodie Lee EVER kissed anyone's ass, let alone me kissing anyone's ass?" Her head snapped up as the question left her lips.

"Trying something new. Something you should do." He whipped the shirt that he was holding, at her bare leg. As a result her received a quick kick to his large thigh.

"Hurry back."

"I will." He leaned down and pecked her forehead before he was out the door.

"This might be a mistake." The pretty brunette grabbed her phone from beside her and dialed the one number she knew that would never ignore her; a certain tanned Samoan.