So the next time you see me, you better hope your sister’s shoulder is the only thing that gets broken. Revenge is coming, bitch! #SummerSlam

I’ve been through hell and back, and I still came back and helped you. And this is how you repay me? Betrayed by the Bitch Bellas? You say it’s not personal, it’s just business—but when you target my neck, it’s personal. —

You couldn’t stand it, could you? Jealousy eating at you while the days kept passing you by. Years of talking about sisterhood, Total Divas, “the Bellas stick together”—until the moment it got inconvenient. All of a sudden the “real Bellas” are back and I’m the problem. —

That’s when it becomes personal. Let’s get the record straight, Nicole. You called me. I was given your spot because you couldn’t get the job done. I spent weeks defending those tag titles with Brie. We became close. Unlike you, I was actually a sister to her. —

a loss… and then I get betrayed by two women who I thought were my sisters. Betrayal is one thing. But wrenching on my neck—the same neck that was cut open and put back together—and then you had the audacity to stand on that ramp and say “don’t ever take my spot”? —

SummerSlam was supposed to show the new generation we still had it—that we weren’t some bloody nostalgic tour. I walked out there thinking the three of us were finally evening the odds against Fatal Influence. Instead, they cheated their arses off the whole match and cost us —