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Monday, June 23: Monday Night RAW – Washington, DC; Verizon Center

(Show in progress)

Paige's POV

I raise my arm in victory to the WWE Universe. Just having won against Brie Bella, the crowd is showing their respects with cheers. Too bad this will be the last time I can get this kind of positive reaction, for a few weeks anyway. Referee Chad Patton hands me my Divas Championship and I hold it tight. Brie is still in the ring tending to herself on the canvas. Crazy heel, coming right up.

A few moments pass as my entrance theme booms through the arena speakers. On my count, I turn the expression on my face to something sour, like a look you would have if somebody you hated stepped into the room. A Bella twin is in my ring and she needs to leave. I glance down at the giant metal plate in my grasp. The referee slowly aids her on her feet. From behind, I charge in with to the title to the back of her head. My music stops abruptly and the crowd switches reactions. I throw the strap to her back and screech so loud my throat felt like it was about to croak. Patton is trying to get me away, but I pounce on her body on the mat. Left and right punches being raining down. It's here where I visualize Nikki instead of Brie underneath me. The days and nights of her talking shit behind my back—and probably to the rest of the Divas—is fueling the rampage I'm inflicting on her sister. It takes a good minute for me to cool it down after realizing that a camera is in my face and this is just for television. For the last part of the 'Bella beat down', I grab both of her limp legs and put her into the PTO once again.

Three officials are now in the ring in an attempt to tear me away from her. I drop her arms and stand from the squatted position. The men in striped-shirts get me back, but the very last thing I do is kick her body to the outside of the ring. I hear the splat on the outside then grab my championship that's near a turnbuckle. By now, the jeers makes itself known and I smirk in satisfaction. Seems like I did my job correctly. Prior to our match, Brie and I actually communicated for this segment. She said I could take it as far as I could to make the fans hate me. If it was Nikki, I'm sure she would have rejected any idea of me getting to step over her, so I'll give Brie that respect in the business aspect.

I leave the nasty look on my face for the remaining time while walking backwards up the ramp. From the side, fans are yelling out variations of "You suck!" and "Why Paige, why?" I deserve a pat on the back for this one tonight.

Through the black curtain and deeper into the backstage area, there's Miz waiting like he usually does. The metallic on his trunks flash in the light which forces me to glance at his lower body for a short moment. Still lookin' good.

"Wow, that was hot." He throws an arm over my shoulders. We begin walking to an open space so we aren't in the way of Superstars entering Gorilla.

"Really? You think it worked?" I already know the answer to this question, I just want to hear his opinion on it.

"Yeah, they definitely hate you. I definitely loved it." He kisses the top of my head.

Blushing I reply, "Mission completed. Hey, your interview and match is soon, isn't it?" Miz is supposed to talk to Renee about being the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship, then is scheduled against Jack Swagger where he wins cleanly.

"Yep. You should head back to the locker room and watch me, I have a few words for you," Miz winks and I roll my eyes. What could this boy have in mind? We kiss each other goodbye as he turns to prepare for his segments, and I walk to the Divas dressing room. I'm interested to hear what he's going to say.

"Miz, how are you feeling about being the new number one contender and what do you think about the new team in Bad News Barrett and the Divas Champion, Paige?"

"First off Renee, it feels awesome earning a shot at being named Intercontinental Champion, once again. I've defeated Bad News before—at the grandest stage of them all, no less—so I'm ready for whatever he was to bring to the table. This new "team" of Barrett and Paige is...interesting. He claims they're the pride and joy of the United Kingdom—I claim they're just a couple of jokes. A couple of blokes. Paige tried to make sure I didn't win against Mark Henry last Friday night on SmackDown. The girl failed, just like Barrett's gonna fail at grabbing the briefcase at Money in the Bank on Sunday. Then, when I get my title match, he's gonna fail at retaining it. The Miz is back and better than ever, make no miztake about it. I'm still and always will be, AWESOME."

The program turns to the arena with Miz's theme in cue for his entrance. Once he walks out and down ramp for his hop on the apron, Michael Cole throws it to a commercial break saying that the Swagger and Miz match is "up next". I'm watching the show with Emma and I revel in his previous interview.

"Ha, he called you guys jokes and failures," Emma slaps me in the arm.

I laugh, "No I agree, Barrett and I together is one hilarious pun. I think he pulled a really good promo though."

"It was great, awesome even. So what're your guys' plan on SmackDown?"

"Well, the three of us have a segment, Barrett has a match against Ziggler, Miz comes down to the ring for a distraction then while I'm at ringside, I have to slap him in the face. And yes, I have to kiss Bad News again." Where's that duct tape?

"So you have to kiss Barrett and slap Miz in the face? Ouch. You're a bitch!" The monitor returns to the live feed where Swagger and Miz are going at it. The Real American takes control while Zeb and his amazing mustache stand ringside.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah. I'm a heel now remember? At least he's out there with me. I couldn't bear it if Barrett and I had to be a couple, then his rival wasn't Miz."

"True. By the way, how's Barrett been treating you? Anything weird?"

"Not as of late. I think he understands that I want none of what he's putting down. Especially when Miz and I are always together." The last time Bad News did anything was when he tried to talk to me after my match with Nikki Bella. It's strictly been business since then, but I always have my guard up around him.

"Always together. You guys are so gross!" Emma says, "How many times have you done the dirty, like 50 times?" She snorts at this. Gee, thanks Emma for making it awkward. I keep my mouth shut while she's still laughing at herself.

She stops, "What? Was I right?!"

"No! We've only done it once."

"Wow. I'm actually surprised at that since you two are inseparable. Okay, girl talk Saraya, how is he? Was he loud? Did he do the thing where he put his—"

"Can we not talk about this right now?!" Face heated, I wave my hands as if I'm ridding the air of dirt, "Let's just watch the rest of the match." On the feed, Miz is making his comeback with the clothesline through the turnbuckle ropes.

Emma stays quiet on the subject while we refocus on the in-ring action.

"...He was, uh...awesome." I manage to say to give her some sort of satisfaction. She laughs out loud at this and nudges my hip with hers. My cheeks continue to warm up and I feel a smile creep straight through them.