Monday 3rd December
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Alexa chuckled to herself, shoving her phone back in her pocket as she walked through Piedmont Triad International Airport. Her heart was already fluttering in her chest at the thought of seeing Jon, despite it only being a few days since they were last together.
She had flown back to Tampa after Raw the previous week, having made plans to do some training with Sara and the developmental talent. Jon, Joe and Colby had flown back with her, only to leave again a few days later to make appearances at a couple of house shows. Her birthday had passed pretty uneventfully. Jon wasn't around, Chris was over in the UK touring with Fozzy and Jess and the kids had flown out to visit him. So, she had just spent the day relaxing at the beach with Saraya and Shaul.
The guys had arrived in North Carolina the day before and Alexa had caught a flight out that morning, ready for the show that night. Just as she was making her way over to wait for her case a figure stepped into her path and she came to an abrupt halt. She looked up, ready to rip into whoever it was, only to find Jon standing there; a smile curving his lips.
''Miss me?''
''Fuck, yes.''
Before she could speak, his hand slid through her hair and he pulled her to him, his mouth sealing over hers. Standing on the tips of her toes, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him back hungrily. A low growl escaped his lips and he reached down, cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her closer. She let out a soft moan, her fingers shifting up to tangle in his curls when they suddenly heard a pointed cough behind them.
''Guys!'' They both jumped, turning simultaneously to glare at Joe. ''This is an airport, not the set of a porno.''
Alexa was about to respond when another voice carried over to them. ''Jesus Christ, Paris Hilton, what the fuck did you pack in here?''
Her eyes landed on Colby who was carrying her large suitcase over, almost toppling over it in the process.
RAW
Raw had just cut from The Shield attacking Randy Orton in the ring following his match with Brad Maddox; the screen showing a smiling Sierra walking into Vickie's office.
''You wanted to see me, boss?''
The older woman turned around and stormed over to her. ''Yes! Who do you think you are? Last week, you were specifically told you didn't have a match, we had Alicia Fox face Tamina instead. And what did you do? You interfere and attack both women, making the referee declare the match a no contest. Then, tonight, when Tamina faced AJ Lee, you do the same!''
''What's your point, Vickie?'' She drawled, bringing a hand up in front of her face to examine her nails.
''My point, is that if you carry on like this, then there's going to be some serious repercussions.''
Sierra gasped and her eyes widened dramatically. ''Like what?''
''Well, you-''
''Oh, wait.'' She held up a finger, cutting the woman off. ''I just realized. I don't care. I'm sick of you and your little power trip, I'm sick of the fickle WWE Universe and I am sick to death of being underappreciated! The Diva's division is a joke, yet I'm constantly being overlooked in favour of them. It's an injustice! I am one of the best female wrestlers in the world and I am going to destroy all the other Divas... Sooner or later, you're all going to be kissing the ground I walk on.''
Vickie's eyes narrowed suspiciously. ''Did you just say...'' She trailed off, her eyes flicking over the other woman's shoulder. ''Paul.''
Sierra swallowed heavily, taking a step back so she was standing by the man's side. His hand came up to rest on her shoulder as he leaned in, whispering something in her ear which made a smirk appear on her face.
Vickie rolled her eyes, glancing over at Paul with a sour look. ''For your sake, you better hope that Punk is telling the truth.''
''Oh he is, no doubt about it, Vickie. The lie detector test later tonight will put to rest all these accusations, once and for all.''
''Welcome to Miz TV, Punk... let Mr. Abrahams strap you in!''
CM Punk scowled as he let the man strap him in for the lie detector test, Paul Heyman and Sierra watching on intently from behind him.
''See, the lie detector test is simple by nature, really. It measures deception through several psychological indicators, such as-''
Punk leaned over and grabbed a microphone from the table. ''Miz, Miz... I know what a lie detector test is, I know how it works. The only thing simple around here is your jokes.'' His gaze dropped down to the man who was securing the straps around his chest. ''Why don't you strap me up and ask me if I think it's stupid that his microphone's upside down? Go ahead, ask me if I'm lying. Yeah, your sophomoric attempts to disparage my character, Miz, you know, have kind of shocked me. You're just like everybody else here. Why don't you suck up to them a little bit more, huh?'' He turned to face the audience mockingly. ''Why don't you cheer for The Miz a little bit more, you people should be embarrassed of yourselves.''
The Miz shot him a smug grin when the crowd began to cheer loudly.
''You, just like them, see my success and you wear your envy worse than that two-for-one, Men's Warehouse job you got on right now. And, it's okay, I understand. Your title reign was completely forgettable.'' He took a seat at the table opposite Mr. Abrahams. ''So, you're just trying to bring me down to your level. I get that, Miz. You see three hundred and seventy-nine days, you see that success and you wish you could be me. Just like everybody in Greensboro and everybody around the world.'' He looked down at his hands with a scowl, the man clipping monitoring devices to his fingers. ''What are you doing? What is this? This is ridiculous, look at this! Do you have a licence?''
''I'm sorry, I didn't hear a word you were saying. I wasn't paying attention, I apologize.'' The Miz smirked down at him.
''Yeah, you didn't pay attention in wrestling school either, jerk!''
''No, I was pretty good in wrestling school, actually.''
''Yeah? Go ahead, go ahead, ask me, am I lying? The Miz sucks! Am I lying? Ask me!''
''He doesn't.'' Miz fired back. ''But your Mom does! Oooooooooh!''
The crowd laughed and CM Punk's angry rant was cut off before it even began, with Sierra snatching the microphone from his grasp.
''That's so incredibly original. Where do you come up with these stingers, Miz? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you've got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top quality witticism? There are boy bands with more original material!''
The Miz's eyebrows shot up in surprise. ''Well, you've got quite the mouth on you... someone should show you how to use it.''
Sierra's mouth dropped open in shock as the crowd let out a unanimous 'oooh' at the man's comment; Punk grabbing the microphone back from her and exclaiming angrily. ''How dare you?''
''Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Punk! Now, let's get this started. First of all, we need to get a baseline from you. What that means is that we'll ask you questions that we all know the answers to. Now, remember, if you are caught lying; Paul Heyman, next week will have to have a match against Ryback! And, as per request of Vickie Guerrero, Sierra will also be taking part in that match, as Paul's tag-team partner!''
The announcement was met with shock from both the audience and the trio inside the ring.
''Well, you have been complaining about your lack of in-ring action!'' The Miz replied to her questioning cries. ''Alright! First question; what's your name?''
''CM Punk.''
He asked several more basic questions, Punk responding in a monotone each time as the test scrolled up on the big screen.
''Do you think you can beat Ryback by yourself?''
Sierra crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at Paul; who bowed his head, cradling the WWE Championship in his arms as Punk laughed derisively.
''Yes!''
The official pointed over at the screen which was showing a large spike in the test results.
''What are you pointing at?'' Punk asked, spinning around in his chair. ''What? I didn't even know that was there! That doesn't mean anything!''
''Actually, it does. Mr. Abrahams said you could be lying.''
Punk scoffed. ''How could I be lying? It's an opinion, you idiot!''
''You're right, it is an opinion. Why don't we get something more concrete? Did you work with Brad Maddox at Hell in a Cell? Did you work with The Shield to win at Survivor Series? Did you?! Answer it!''
Punk's mouth formed a tight line as he glanced around at the crowd, the majority of them having just broken out into a 'YES! YES! YES!' chant. Just as he raised the microphone to his lips to answer the question, Seth Rollins appeared out of nowhere; grabbing onto The Miz's feet and yanking him out of the ring.
''Hey, wait, it's The Shield!'' Michael cried from ringside.
CM Punk, Paul Heyman and Sierra quickly ducked out of the ring as Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose entered, the pair wasting no time in tearing the MizTV set apart.
Seth continued his beat down of The Miz before lifting him up and rolling him back into the ring.
''Was there injustice here tonight?'' Michael asked.
''The only injustice I'm seeing is what we're seeing right now.'' King responded, watching as The Shield hoisted the man up and laid him out with the three-man powerbomb.
''First Team Hell No, then Randy Orton, now The Miz! The Shield running-''
''Hey, hey, look!''
The crowd let out a roaring cheer as Kane and Daniel Bryan ran down the ramp; both men sliding into the ring and immediately going at it with The Shield.
''Team Hell No, looking for payback from earlier tonight!''
Roman and Daniel brawled into the corner while Dean and Seth double-teamed Kane; the three men easily gaining the upper-hand.
''This is where The Shield is so dangerous, the pack of wolves mentality!''
FEED ME MORE!
Ryback made his way to the ring; easily cleaning house of The Shield. The big man dumped Dean over the top rope before dropping down and rolling out of the ring after him. The pair ended up brawling through the crowd while Kane and Daniel took on Roman and Seth just outside the ring.
With The Miz still laid out in the ring, Punk climbed inside and made his way over to him. He delivered a few stomps to the man's gut before kicking him under the bottom rope; the man landing in a heap outside the ring. His music hit and he climbed the turnbuckle to taunt the crowd with his celebration; Sierra and Paul watching on from outside.
''MizTv destroyed by The Shield and CM Punk never had the opportunity to answer that all-important question; Maddox and Shield, are they working with Punk?''
''I think the actions here were the answer.'' King commented.
Punk jumped down from the turnbuckle, turning around to come face-to-face with Ryback, who had appeared out of nowhere.
''Oh my God!'' King cried. ''Look who's in the ring!''
After hitting Punk with the Shell Shocked, Ryback made his way outside and grabbed a table from underneath the ring. Sierra held her head in her hands, watching on helplessly with Paul as Punk was powerbombed through the table.
''So, did you have a good birthday?''
''It was all right.'' Alexa replied with a shrug as she followed Paul and Phil backstage; the younger man having just been 'carried' out of the ring by several medical staff. ''What time's your surgery tomorrow?''
''Early. Like, nine, or something.''
''Red-eye?'' She smirked at the man's groaned response. ''Well, if you hadn't been such a stubborn fucker and insisted on toughing it out...''
''I'm the WWE Champion.'' He shrugged, giving her a sideways glance. ''It's what's expected.''
''I don't care, I still think you're an idiot working on a bum knee.''
Paul let out a soft snort from behind them, making the pair turn around to face him. ''Sorry Phil, but I have to agree with Miss. Torres.''
Alexa stepped back and slung an arm over his shoulder and sticking her tongue out at Phil. ''See? Even Paul thinks you're an idiot.''
Phil lifted an eyebrow, shaking his head at the two shit-eating grins being sent his way. ''I don't think I like you two working together... always ganging up on me.''
''What can I say? She's a wise young lady.''
''Lady?'' Phil scoffed.
Her mouth dropped open and she glanced at Paul. ''Are you really going to let a 'Paul Heyman Guy' get away with talking to me like that?''
''Well, he has got a point... you have the mouth of a truck driver, not very lady like.''