Sunday 29th April
ColtCabana: Wish I could come support CMPunk in Chicago. Make Chicago Proud bud! #FlyingHomeFromJapan
RealSierra: Ahem.
ColtCabana: And also, not that she needs it, good luck to RealSierra tonight. First match back since her injury, knew you could do it biatch!
''Shouldn't you be getting ready, not fucking around on Twitter.''
Feeling mildly chastised, Alexa turned the screen off and put it down on the bench beside her. ''I am ready, thank you very much. Not all of us need two hours of mental preparation like you.'' She retorted with a teasing gin.
She had spent most of yesterday planning the match with Nikki, Brie and one of the agents assigned to help them before actually doing a run through in the ring that morning. She had been worried at first about working with the twins but had been pleasantly surprised with how well they worked. Her hair and make-up were already done and she had just changed into her gear before checking her Twitter.
The new ring attire consisted of short black shorts and a snug fitting bralet which was black and covered in multi-coloured sequins. She had on her usual black wrestling boots and knee pads and her arms were bare, save for the black tape encircling her wrists.
''You are aware who you're getting in the ring with, right?'' Phil cocked an eyebrow. ''The botch-queen herself?''
Alexa rolled her eyes. ''Jesus, you're just as bad as Jon, he said the exact same thing.''
''I knew there was a reason I liked him.'' He smirked. ''So, you winning tonight?''
''Now that, would be telling.'' She stood, bopping him on the nose with her forefinger.
''I bet you told Jon.''
''I-''
''She didn't, actually.'' Jon interjected as he reached their table.
Phil greeted the man with a nod before grimacing as he planted a chaste kiss on Alexa's lips. ''I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.''
''Fuck you, Brooks.'' She threw a piece of lettuce at him, which he expertly dodged.
Extreme Rules
''This contest is set for one fall and it is for the Diva's Championship! Being accompanied to the ring by Brie, from Scotsdale, Arizona. She is the current Diva's Champion... Nikki Bella!''
The twins strutted their way down the ramp, doing their usual routine of flipping into the ring before posing confidently with the title belt in the air.
'She takes to the spotlight
To the stage'
''And the challenger, from Juárez, Mexico... Sierra!"
The crowd gave her a much better reception than the two women; letting out roaring cheers as she strode down to the ring, slapping fans' hands as she went.
''Just listen to that reception, Michael!'' Booker laughed from ringside. ''I think they're all Sierra fans here in Chicago.''
Stepping into the ring, Sierra breezed past the twins towards the corner of the ring, jumping up onto the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd.
''It was been almost four years since her last match in the WWE, which coincidentally, was also a Championship match.'' Michael told the audience at home. ''For the, now retired, WWE Women's Championship.''
''Am I right in saying that Sierra's never been the Diva's Champion, Michael?'' King questioned.
''You are, King.'' The man confirmed. ''She's a four-time Women's Champion, holding the title for a combined, six hundred and sixty six days. But she has yet to win the Diva's Championship.''
''Maybe tonight will be her night.'' Booker pondered.
Brie climbed out of the ring as John Cone, the referee assigned to the match, took the championship belt from Nikki and held it in the air with both hands. As soon as he handed the belt to one of the stage hands, Nikki flew at Sierra; hitting the woman in the face with several forearms.
''And Nikki Bella, wasting no time here!" Michael called.
Sierra was too surprised to even attempt to fight back; the most she could do was raise her arms to try to ward off the blows. She pulled back her arm for one last blow then paused, sending a confident grin over towards her sister.
The momentary distraction gave Sierra time to pull back and lift her leg up, aiming a kick to the woman's gut. Managing to catch the limb mid-swing, Nikki raised her other arm to fist her hand in her opponent's hair.
''Come on, Nikki.'' Brie shouted, pounding her hands on the apron.
Using Sierra's momentum against her; Nikki swung them around before pushing hard, sending her flying back into the turnbuckle. She ran towards her but, using the ropes either side of her as leverage, Sierra kicked out with both feet, catching the other woman in the midsection.
Nikki's eyes widened as she stumbled backwards into the referee, one arm latching onto his shirt as the other clutched her stomach in pain. Sierra was just attempting to hoist herself up to the second rope as Brie ran around the ring; Nikki quickly turning the man around so his back was to the other woman.
''And look at Sierra, going up top and- oh, man!"
Brie grabbed onto Sierra's leg and gave it a hard tug, sending the other woman face-first into the canvas. Nikki sprinted over, stomping on the fallen woman several times before going for the pin. Sierra kicked out after the two count, much to the twins displeasure and the crowd's delight.
Slowly getting to her feet, Sierra ducked a forearm to the face before moving behind Nikki and surprising her with a schoolboy roll-up. Nikki was the first to her feet after the two count, crouched down and ready to pounce as Sierra rose.
When she straightened up, Nikki ran towards her with her arm outstretched. Her forearm was a hairbreadth away from making contact when, suddenly, Sierra was bending backwards. Her hands landed flat on the canvas as her body formed a perfect arch and Nikki went flying past her, her arm hitting nothing but air.
''Matrix move by Sierra!'' King cried. ''I think we've seen that somewhere before!"
''Trish Stratus was famous for it, during her time here.'' Michael Cole stated. ''Her and Sierra had quite the rivalry back in the day.''
In her confusion, Nikki collided with the ropes and the crowd let out a loud cheer. Quickly pulling herself back up from the bridge, Sierra moved towards Nikki and, once she had turned around, hit her with a picture-perfect dropkick to the face.
''Beautiful dropkick!'' Booker noted.
Sierra dropped down into a cover.
1- 2-
Nikki managed to lift her shoulder before the three count and Brie jumped up onto the apron, shouting angrily. ''Who do you think you are, huh?!"
Rolling her eyes, Sierra ran towards the woman and aimed a dropkick to her feet, sending her flying off the apron. Turning around, she moved over to Nikki who was just starting to stagger to her feet and hooked an arm around her neck. Swinging her outside leg forwards before snapping it back quickly, she pulled them both backwards, Nikki's head slamming into the mat.
Michael hissed as he watched, ''Oooh! Nasty DDT there to Nikki, and is Sierra going for the cover?!"
''No I think she's-''
Sierra was panting as she pointed over towards the corner, the crowd all jumping to their feet with a cheer when they realized what was coming.
''-going for the DeltaWave!" King finished excitedly.
Moving quickly over to the corner, she checked that both women were still down before climbing to the top. She posed for the fans briefly, grinning as camera started flashing before she flew off the rope and hit Nikki with a perfect corkscrew shooting star press.
The referee was immediately at their side, his hand slamming down on the mat.
1...2...3.
The arena was buzzing; an ear-splitting roar echoing as the bell sounded and Justin Roberts raised the microphone to his lips. ''The winner of this match and NEW WWE Diva's Champion... Sierra!"
King laughed happily. ''I guess she can add Diva's Champion to the list, now!"
John Cone moved over to her, handing her the title belt and raising her arm in victory. The crowd erupted again, which was unusual, it didn't happen often during a Diva's title match.
Breaking into a breaming smile, Sierra made her way back over to the turnbuckle and climbed to the top; raising the newly-won Diva's Championship over her head as her music played loudly in the background.
As soon as Alexa stepped through the curtain to the backstage area, the belt was taken out of her hands to change the name plaque and she was greeted warmly by Vince, who she hadn't really spoken to since her return; the man pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.
Paul, who was sitting behind the desk wearing a headset, let out a husky chuckle as she wheezed for breath. She glared at him over Vince's shoulder and the old man eventually pulled back, holding her at arm's length with a big smile.
''It's good to have you back, Alexa.''
''Thanks, boss.''
Nikki soon made her way backstage with Brie and the three women shared a hug and spoke for a few minutes before going their separate ways.
''Whooo! There's our new Diva's Champion!''
''Congrats, Lex.''
Alexa squealed when she suddenly found herself swept up into Chris' arms as she walked down the hallway, Phil laughing from beside him.
''Thanks, guys.'' She smiled as she was set back on her feet. ''Do you know where Jon is?''
''Last I saw, he was in the locker room.''
Nodding she started to head off down the hall, shouting over her shoulder. ''I'll catch you later!''
She eventually found Jon just where they said he was, the man mimicking Chris' actions and hoisting her into his arms. ''You were great out there. Think that was the first match with the twins in that didn't suck.''
Snorting, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. ''Thank you.''
''So, I was thinking-''
''Don't strain yourself.''
Her laugher was cut off when he teasingly nipped at her earlobe. ''We should go out tomorrow night. Sami called me ealier, he heard we were in Ohio tomorrow and wanted to know if we could make it?''
''We?'' She cocked an eyebrow in surprise. ''You told him about me?''
''Yeah.'' He gave a shrug. ''What's the big deal?''
''Nothing.'' She bit her lip to hide her smile. ''Sounds like fun.''
''Good. Now, I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier how much I like your new ring gear...''
Drama coming in the next few chapters...