How Total Divas Cast React To You Getting Bruised
Characters: Brie Bella, Cameron, Naomi, Natalya, and Nikki Bella. // x Fem!Reader.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 2,423
A/N: I’ve been thinking of WWE related things to write about and the iconic show Total Divas came to mind, so I made a poll asking people if they would read it and I got a lot of positive answers so here it is! Hope You Enjoy!
Brie Bella:
got inspired by this iconic clip
You should’ve continued your conversation with Vince when you mentioned not wanting to work with Eva, but after a little convincing from him, you reluctantly agreed.
Now that you’re actually fighting, you regret it.
The match was slow, sloppy, and just overall boring. The best moments, which were very few, were when you had the upper hand. It was the only way the match could be controlled.
After a weird looking roll up from Eva, you kicked out ready to charge at her, but she dodged and threw you in the corner.
You both had talked about this prior to your match. Her plan was to give you a big boot and go for the pin, but when she began running, everything went wrong.
1. She ran full speed, not giving you time to prepare to take the move.
2. She didn’t aim for your chest or shoulder, she aimed at your face.
3. She kicked with such impact she had to regain her balance with both feet on the ground.
You let out a cry of pain, your hands instantly coming to your left eye once she backed away. She didn’t even try to check up on you, grabbing your wrist and slinging you to the ground before covering you.
You didn’t kick out like you were supposed to. You even heard the referee slow down his count in hopes that you would raise your shoulders even just a little, but you didn’t, you couldn’t. All you felt was pain.
The sound of the bell ringing and boo’s filled your ears, but your vision was pretty bad. You could see and feel your kicked eye swelling.
The referee checked up on you and carefully helped you out the ring and backstage.
The moment you were through the curtains, you were meant with your female coworkers and girlfriend. She gently pushed the referee from you and took their spot.
“Y/n, hey, talk to me.” She pleaded, looking at your eye. “I-I’m fine.” You groaned out, letting her guide you to a table. All the rest of the girls sat with you, wanting to be supportive and make sure you were okay.
“No, you’re not fine.” She denied, gently touching your eye. When you winced, she felt her heart break. “I think you need to get checked out by medics.” You heard your future sister in law suggest, earning nods of approval from everyone else.
“It’s all Eva’s fault.” Your girlfriend muttered, anger in her voice. “Calm down Briella.” You said in a joking tone with her nickname, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
“No, I'm not gonna calm down! That untrained bitch just gave you a bruised eye! You can barely see out of it!”
Just then, the red head walked around the corner, grinning ear to ear. “Girls, I’m sure you saw but I finally just got my first win!” She bloated proudly.
“Honestly, I think you need to go back to NXT.” Paige admitted the thing everyone was thinking. “Yeah, what you did to Y/n was so unprofessional.” Naomi added.
Eva looked offended.
She was being attacked for no reason.
“Uh, excuse me. There’s no need to be jealous of my in-ring skills.”
Brie let out a laugh, standing up to face her. “In ring skills? What skills? The only thing you’re good at is putting the crowd to sleep, making it unworkable with you, and injuring someone because you don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know how to wrestle!”
Everyone else was silent, but agreeing with the younger twin.
“No one here likes you, and for you to sit here and brag about an undeserved win, a match you weren’t even supposed to win is just crazy to me.”
Eva scoffed, putting a hand over her chest. “I don’t know what your guys’ problem is. Okay, yeah I slip up in my matches a little bit, but it’s not the end of the world.”
Brie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. It was something you taught her to do in the beginning of your relationship.
“Babe, let’s just go to the medics like Nikki said. Don’t do something you’ll regret.” Brie huffed out an annoyed breath knowing you were right. She was this close to putting her hands on the stupid red-haired girl.
She helped you up and to the medics room, leaving Eva to be scolded by the other girls.
“I swear I was gonna punch her in her eye so she could see all she’s doing wrong.” You chuckled at her threat, grabbing her hand. “Don’t do that, you’ll get suspended or fired.”
Brie hummed. “I would if that meant I got revenge for you.”
Cameron:
The car door closed followed by the sound of wheels on concrete as you and Cameron walked into the arena.
“Babe, did you really need that big suitcase for the week?” Cameron paused, turning to look at you. “Of course I do! I need all my makeup, at least 11 outfits, and I even got these cute socks. See!”
She unzipped the sock department of the suitcase, showing you Juicy Couture socks you didn’t even know were made.
“I’m prepared for anything, unlike you, who brought a little duffel bag.” You ignored her teasing, continuing to walk behind her. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You know, I talked to Sandra and she said you have an extreme case of overpacki-”
You felt all air and words from your throat cut off as you slipped on something, your body flying forward. Your forehead hit something hard, a groan falling from your lips. Cameron’s head whipped around with a look of concern.
“Oh my god, my socks!”
She quickly rushed to where the JC socks were, picked them up, and held them to her chest. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She whispered to the fabric, checking to make sure there were no holes.
“Cameron, a little help here!” You yelled, Cameron’s attention finally dropping from the socks to you. “Oh, baby!” She helped you up, her mouth twisting at the sight of your face. “Gosh, your forehead.”
You looked confused, but she pulled out her hand-held mirror and pointed it at your face. You gasped at the big red bruise laid flat in the middle of it. “Those damn socks!” You cursed, feeling slightly annoyed. She had forgotten to zip her department back up.
“It’s alright baby, don’t blame the socks. I’ll fix your face for you, come.” She grabbed your duffel bag and put it on top of her suitcase and rolled her way to the women’s locker room.
You both sat on one of the benches as you let her put some foundation on your forehead. “Luckily this covers primary colors.” She muttered, beating your face with the beauty blender.
Once blended she leaned back and she smiled. “Perfect, but you need some lipgloss.” She dug in her pocket and pulled out a pink sparkly gloss before carefully applying it to her lips.
You were about to ask her why she put it on herself instead of you, but she answered by pressing a kiss to your lips, transferring her gloss on you.
She pulled back and giggled at your flushed face.
“There, all done!”
Naomi:
“Babe, this expired 2 months ago!” You yelled to Naomi as you picked up a protein bar. “See this is what I mean. The good stuff is not getting eaten while all the unhealthy stuff is. We gotta change that.”
Naomi playfully rolled her eyes with her arms crossed. Ever since your second Wrestlemania, you both agreed that 2 weeks before the important night, you both would eat healthy and go to the gym consistently, but for some reason this year, Naomi seems to be having a hard time with letting go of the sweets.
“We don’t have to change nothin’ just leave the snacks alone.” You tsked, shaking your head. “You’re gonna break the tradition! Like seriously, look! One singular Zebra Cake is 320 calories, and you’ve been plowing right through them.”
You were about to put it in your bag of trash, but Naomi spoke up. “Oh forreal? Let me see!” You handed it to her and started to pack more things when the sound of booming footsteps made you turn around.
You could see her long hair whipping against the back of her yellow shirt as she ran down the hall. You instantly dropped the bag and took off after her.
“Naomi, stop!”
Naomi ran through the house like it was a maze, trying to save that one Zebra Cake. She quickly ran into your shared bedroom, and attempted to slam the door in your face, but you caught it.
Just as she turned the corner to run in the bathroom, you stretched your arm to grab her pants, but your leg accidentally hit the dresser, making you hiss out in pain.
“Ow!”
You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your leg that was now red. “That’s gonna be a nasty bruise.” You said to yourself while examining your leg.
When Naomi didn’t hear you trying to come into the bathroom, she peeked her head out the door to see what had happened. “Ooo.” She said, face scrunching up. You looked up at her. “Yeah, it’s all your fault.” You blamed her, making her feel guilty.
She finally walked over to you and gently pressed on your leg. “I heard putting ice on it will help the bruising and swelling.” She said, too busy looking at your leg. You took the opportunity and grabbed the Zebra Cake that was stuffed in her bra and took off running with a little limp.
“Hey, give that back!”
Natalya:
A knock at the door interrupted you and Natalya from your show. She went to get up, but you sat her now. “No it’s fine, I’ll get it.”
You walked over and opened the door to be meant with a familiar blonde. “Oh, hey Summer?” You greeted her in question. You weren’t expecting her to show up and Natalya definitely wasn’t.
“Hey Y/n, gosh you look pretty.” You gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, do you need something?” You studied her body language as she took a deep breath and looked at the ground.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a bar tonight? It’s down the street and I was thinking it could just be us, you know, as friends.”
You had a look of surprise on your face at her question. She dares come to your shared home with your wife and asks you to go out with her, but just ‘as friends’.
You gave her an apologetic look as you responded. “Um, Summer, you’re a nice person and all, but you know I’m taken, and if we were to go out together alone, with no other girls, it would raise suspicion.” You explained, trying to let her down easy.
Summer looked uninterested with what you had to say, shrugging her shoulders. “Okay and? Can’t two girls just hang out for once?” She asked with a smile.
You shook your head, her smile dropping. “Not when one of the girl’s wives practically hates the guts of who she’s hanging out with. Summer, I think we should just stick to being just friends.” Summer looked offended, her eyebrows scrunching down and mouth dropping open in shock.
“Look I’m sorry if I gave you any reason to believe I would go out with you, but I love Natalya. And I would never-”
Your sentence was cut off by the sound of a slap as your face turned to the side.
Summer just slapped you.
Before you could even turn your head to face her, Natalya was in front of you, pushing Summer back. “Get off our property, get off!” She yelled, Summer attempting to catch her balance.
“If you ever touch her again, I’m calling the cops!” You both watched as Summer walked away, entered her car, and sped off.
You let out a deep sigh while entering the house with Natalya behind you. “Wait, lemme see.” She called out, grabbing your arm. You turned to face her seeing the mad expression mixed with worry on her face.
“It’s a little red.” She tsked, traveling to the kitchen and returning with a bag of ice. “Here, put this on it. It’ll reduce the swelling and pain.” You listened, putting it on your slapped cheek.
She guided you back to the couch and cuddled you with kisses and apologies of she should’ve answered the door.
Nikki Bella:
You played dead in the ring as you waited for Tamina to jump off the top rope to hit her Dad’s famous Frog Splash.
Just as she jumped, you rolled out the way, fans ‘oooing’ at the impact. You quickly grabbed her and twisted her up into the Black Widow submission, looking back at the Divas Champ, AJ, who was sitting at the commentators table, glaring at you.
You smiled, taunting her as Tamina slapped your thigh in submission. That was revenge for your girlfriend who AJ had attacked last week.
You let go, standing up and posing for the fans. Due to being distracted about your win, you missed the sneaky Widow crawling into the ring with her belt.
As you turned around to look at other fans, your face was met with the hard brass material. You fell, covering your face as boo’s filled the arena.
You could feel the ring bounce as AJ skipped around your body while holding the title high above her head.
You can look, but you can’t touch.
You keep dreaming on the stars above.
The familiar music hit and fans jumped out their seats. AJ quickly scurried out, leaving Tamina on her own.
You sat up and watched as Nikki and Tamina traded blows, Nikki ultimately winning. Nikki paced around the ring, motioning for AJ to step inside.
When AJ shook her head, Nikki held her hand out the ropes, a microphone being placed in it.
“HEY! Hey, AJ! You attack my girlfriend again, I’m gonna break your face in bitch!”
More cheering erupted throughout the arena as Nikki dropped the microphone and walked over to help you up.
She studied your face, her red nailed hands gently holding your cheeks. Luckily it wasn’t anything serious, but there was still a faint red spot.
You only stood there smiling like an idiot, glad she was your girlfriend.
