Rampaige. [Editing]

Heel Paige

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

(Show in progress)

PAIGE 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.

The ref 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 Rampaige (Eh, eh.. See what I did there? ;D) 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 Phil 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.