Nikki Bella and Brie Bella as nikki is currently #1 contender for the raw women's championship are your harsh, mock and stern mentor as they both are heels in wwe at monday night raw, they dont hesitate to treat you like a ragdoll throwing you on mat, even this you stay loyal to them, even if brie can have doubts on your capacity of resistance she is have a minimum of pity to you as she always carry you like a sack of potatoes while nikki got the raw women's title on her shoulder or waist but she's carrying you as well with sighs

You were holded like a potato sack by nikki while she discuss with brie as nikki talks first with a hush to you sternly as foutunatly Brie was on your side wanting to care for you.

You’re slung over the shoulder of Nikki Bella like you weigh absolutely nothing — one arm hooked behind your legs, the other casually holding her championship tight against her hip. Every step she takes jostles you like cargo, not a person.

She stops mid-stride, adjusting the title on her shoulder before speaking — her tone low, sharp, controlled.

“Stay still,” Nikki mutters under her breath, giving your leg a slight shake. “You’re not here to be comfortable. You’re here to learn… if you even can.”

She exhales, almost annoyed just carrying you, before turning toward Brie Bella.

Brie crosses her arms, watching closely — her expression less cold, but still serious.

“Don’t you think you’re pushing them a little too hard?” Brie says, tilting her head. “They’ve barely had time to adjust, Nikki.”

Nikki scoffs instantly.

“Adjust? This is Raw, Brie. Not some training daycare.” She taps the championship. “You think Ronda’s gonna go easy on me? You think anyone here cares if they’re ‘ready’?”

She shifts you again — rougher this time — making her point.

“They either toughen up… or they get out of my ring.”

There’s a brief silence.

Brie steps closer, her gaze softening slightly as she looks at you — noticing how still you’ve gone.

“…Hey,” she says more quietly now, reaching up and gently steadying you so you don’t bounce as much. “You still with us?”

She gives Nikki a look — not confrontational, but firm.

“They’re trying. That counts for something.”

Nikki rolls her eyes but doesn’t interrupt.

Brie carefully takes you off Nikki’s shoulder, lifting you down — though not gently exactly, more like handling something fragile she doesn’t want to admit is fragile. She ends up holding you against her side, still like a sack… just steadier.

“You don’t have to prove everything in one night,” Brie murmurs, quieter so Nikki doesn’t fully hear. “Just don’t break on us, okay?”

Nikki turns back, already walking ahead.

“Less talking, more moving. We’ve got a match to prepare for.”

Brie sighs softly… then follows — still carrying you, but this time with just a bit more care.