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Prologue:

Recap 1: A Look Back.

"That's right, John. Straight to the top," Melina assured with a soporific smile, before snuggling her head into his well-toned chest. With apathy taking it's toll, The California native soon found her self slipping further and further into what was promised to be a delightful slumber. Morrison, after closing his arms tightly around the woman in whom he was sharing his bed, pressed his lips gently against the tip of her head. Then followed. The two, drenched in the product of their passion, promptly drifted into the placid confines of their dreams.

During that night; That marvelous night, a thousand promises were made. The two love birds known simply as the "A-list" couple both assured one another that they'd always be together. They promised that they'd rise to the top. They guaranteed absolute domination over the company known as World Wrestling Entertainment. Together, alongside their Friend and Partner Michael "The Miz" Mizanin, the two would surely do that. After all three found their selves on the flagship show of "Monday Night RAW", accomplishments came with ease. The infamous tag team of The Miz and John Morrison reformed, and with the assistance of the "Paparazzi Princess", climbed through the ranks of the tag-team division. The duo captured the unified Tag Team Titles and their female counterpart went on to obtain the divas championship. Everything seemed to have been perfect. Melina was considered to be the most dominant Diva on RAW, despite the fact that she spent the least amount of time on the show. She had yet to lose a match since returning to the red team and was the current title holder. With a nearly flawless record, losing the divas title seemed impossible. The thought of it was absolutely absurd. The Miz Had developed finely as well. With two his closest friends by his side, he finally managed to pick up a victory over a man whom many considered to be the face of the entire company. John Cena. After knocking John off of his high horse, the Miz had risen to a higher state of superstardom. And with him, he brought along those two whom assisted him in doing so. John Morrison, despite his incredible in-ring skill, wasn't as successful as his two allies. In the eyes of most, he seemed to have been riding the coat tail of The Miz and Melina. Yeah, he was FAR more impressive in the ring than both could ever dream, but there was just something he was missing. When it came to the unit, as a whole, he could not be considered the star. That right belonged to the Miz. John couldn't outshine either of them on his best day. The Miz was incredible on the Mic. Melina was decent enough to get by. But, John, On the other hand, couldn't really work it. Or maybe it was just the fact that he barely ever got a chance to do so. Whenever it was time for the team to express themselves, The Miz and Melina were usually the ones speaking. The Miz ALWAYS had something to say, and in a sense, expressed his feelings as well as his Partner's. Melina only spoke to address the females in the back. Having such a good record prompted her to obtain a form of arrogance comparable to that of the Miz. Whenever John spoke, he usually did so in the form of agreeing with what one of his colleagues had said prior. But, this didn't bother him too much. After all, why would it? In his mind, he was pretty much golden. He had the woman of his dreams in Melina and an amazing tag-team partner in the Miz. He was one half of the current unified tag-team champs. He was a former ECW champion, and a Former IC champion. He was at the pinnacle of his Career. But on some occasions, he wondered on how things would be different if he was the star of the team. If he actually DID outshine those whom he allied with. Tonight presented him with an opportunity to find out. Tonight was the Royal Rumble. An event held once a year which offered 30 superstars a chance to win and go on to main-event the biggest wrestling spectacle known to man: Wrestlemania. If John could outlast the other thirty competitors, then he'd have a guaranteed shot at a title of his choosing. The thought of maineventing Wrestlemania alone was enough to hype him up. But, if he was able to win then he'd be able to bring another fine piece of gold into his group. His intentions were more for his team rather than himself. For his team's sake, he hoped that he was able to pick up a victory tonight.

Recap 2: The Divas Title Match.

"One…Two…," The WWE universe roared in Unison as the Ref's hand slammed against the mat. Right before it could be brought down for the third and final time, Melina managed to shift her weight to her side and bring her right shoulder up from the mat. At this point in the match, the crowd was going nuts. They were all screaming at the top of their lungs, cheering for whom they wanted to come out on top.

"Three! No, No, No. Melina just barely gets her shoulder up from the Mat," Stated Michael Cole, whom was far more excited than his tone allowed to show.

The Title match had been going on for little over fifteen minutes, and throughout that time-span, the crowd witnessed nonstop, back-and-forth action. The two competitors were Exhausted. Melina was hoping to somehow come out on top, and her opponent, Gail, was hoping that her next move would finally keep Melina down for the entire Three count. Slowly, both Superstars made it to their feet. Gail was just Arms-length away from The champion, so without a moment's hesitation she took a foot forward and attempted to Grab a hold of her opponent…but her actions came to a halt when she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her lower stomach. Her hands, which were first directed toward Melina, made a shift in position and wrapped around her own Stomach. With a small grunt, Gail collapsed to one knee. The small amount of air that found refuge within her petite body had been driven completely out. Melina, wanting to capitalize on the open opportunity tried her best to go on the offensive, but her body had reached it's limit. She, like her adversary, had fallen to one knee as well. This was the time of truth. Whomever had managed to get to their feet and strike, would more than likely be leaving with the Divas title.

Melina struggled to keep her eyes open. Throughout the difficult process, she pondered on where her back up was. Usually before things got too hectic in her matches, Michael or John would come down to her rescue. They'd bless her with an opportunity to feed off of, which usually handed her the victory. That's how she managed to stay afloat all this time. But now…It seemed as if Her luck was about to run dry.

Just when Gail rose to her feet, the entire atmosphere of the arena altered. The acclamations of appreciation that the two performers were receiving had turned into decries of disapproval. Gail didn't notice this at first, not until she caught glimpse of her opponents facial expression. Melina was using every ounce of strength to give the most cocksure beam Gail had ever witnessed. Slightly confused on the matter at hand, Gail turned her back to her opponent so that she could face the entrance Ramp. Approaching to ring-side was none other than Melina's Flame: John Morrison.

"Oh not Again," Sighed Michael Cole.

"What? I'm sure he just wanted a better look of the Action," said the King.

"Oh, come on King! You and I both know that whenever he comes out here, The divas Champion resorts to her underhanded tactics!"

"…It's all fair game if the Ref doesn't catch you," Explained Jerry, whom was rather happy to see John make it to ringside.

Gail rolled her eyes at the sight. She had been doing so well tonight and had refused to let her concentration be broken by someone such as him. She quickly turned back around, her eyes only fast enough to catch Melina sliding out of the ring through the set of ropes directly in front of the announce team.

"Dammit," Gail soughed with annoyance as she sluggishly clambered toward the set of Ropes Melina had retreated through a few seconds prior. She'd be damned if she allowed Melina any time to recuperate. Not when she was this close to winning a title that everyone believed she deserved. As she slowly made her way to the ropes, John, on the opposite side, had ascended to the Apron, much to the Crowd, and the Ref's dismay.

"Come on get down, John," Yelled the ref as he attempted to block John's entrance through the middle rope. The ref could have disqualified Melina, after all he knew too well that the "Monday Night Delight" was out to help her. But, he also did NOT want to see this match end by a DQ.

"Mmm. Melina has never looked so good," The King said as his eyes trailed up and down the Latina's body, whom was situated just a few feet before him. She was on her knees, covered in sweat. The lights in the arena, mixed with her slightly drenched body, gave the illusion of her skin sparkling. She glowed like a true champion would, in the eyes of the commentator.

"She may look good now, but in a few seconds she sure won't," Said The King's partner, whom was obviously referring to Gail, whom was seconds away from reaching Her enemy.

Melina, from her kneeled position, looked up just in time to catch Gail's head poking through the second rope. She also caught Gail's hand coming down toward her, but couldn't do anything Fast enough to Prevent La Felina from wrapping her fingers around her Hair. Melina, in a panic, let lose a shrilling cry. The A-list Diva closed her right hand around Gail's wrist in an attempt to stop her from pulling her up to the apron by her marvelous roots. When Gail pulled up, Melina pulled her Wrist down, which kept the Latina leveled. It increased the pain of her hair being pulled, but it was definitely worth it for what she was about to do. Melina reached her left hand under the ring, scavenging for anything she could wrap her pretty little fingers around. Once her hand went in as deep as it could, Melina's fingers felt out an item that could have assisted her. She grabbed on to it and pulled it from under the ring. She hadn't a single clue on what it was, but when Gail gave one final tug, and actually lifted Melina from her knees into the air, she figured that it was better than nothing. She quickly looked up and swung the item in her attackers direction. Gail, whom didn't see it coming, Kept her head in between the second rope. The item slammed against Gail's pretty face, lighting the area up with an odd clap.

"DID YOU SEE THAT," Yelled Michael Cole as Gail's grip around Melina's Hair loosened.

"No I did not," Lied the King. "Looks as if Melina has knocked Gail out with that vicious Left of hers."

Melina's body fell back down on to the protective mat as Gail's head hung between the second rope. The shot was so quick and sudden, that it immediately knocked Gail into dream land. Her body had shut down upon impact, leaving her in that precarious position. Melina looked at the item in her hand. It was nothing more than a steel trash can lid. Usually, something like that wouldn't deal too much Damage. But her and Gail were absolutely out of it. She figured from the result of her underhanded tactic, that the slightest maneuver would have knocked either one of them out. She quickly slid the trash can lid back under the ring, Rose to her feet and rolled herself back into the squared circle.

The Referee had just about had it With John. He was threatening to disqualify his girlfriend, and had even began to count. Morrison was pushing his luck while up there, but when he looked past the Ref's shoulder to observe his woman Pulling Gail from the ring ropes, to the canvas, he immediately leapt down.

"Oh NOW he wants to get down?!"

"Oh hush Michael. I'm sure it's because of his feet growing tired."

Melina Had Gail just where she wanted her. She went fro the pin, hooking both Of her legs in the process. The ref turned around mere seconds later, then slid into position to administer the count.

"One…! Two…! ..Three!" counted the ref, alongside the crowd, as he slammed his hand against the mat in unison with his shouted numbers. He rose to a knee and pointed to the time keeper, whom immediately rung the bell. The crowd erupted in a flurry of boos milliseconds after. There were some in there whom were actually cheering, those who were die-hard fans of John and Melina. But more than half were showing their disapproval. Melina released her defeated opponent's legs, and rolled out of the ring toward the announce table as her theme of "Paparazzi" began to rival the booing of the fans.

"And Melina pulls off an AH-MAZING victory over Gail Kim," shouted the King as Melina took hold of her title. "What a well deserved accomplishment!"

"Oh, please," was the only Thing Michael Cole cared to say as he eyed Melina take off with her belt towards her Man.

She had ran at somewhat of a slow pace, but made it to him rather quickly. She dropped her title and jumped into his open arms. He closed them tightly around her waist, and spun her around. Upon making a quick 360, John looked up at the woman whom he held high. She looked down at him with a faint smile. Her fatigue level was obvious in his eyes. Using the little strength that she had, she drew her lips together and gently pressed them against those of the Man whom had assisted her in winning.

"…What took you so long…," She whispered as he placed her back down on the ground.

"I actually thought that you had a chance of winning this one on your own," he replied softly. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

Melina knelt down and picked her title back up, and afterwards, walked backstage, hand-in-hand with her man. The very man whom hoped to have win the Royal Rumble match, which was just minutes from beginning.


The first chapter will coming up next.