My heart pounded in my chest as I ran through my head for a final time what I was about to do. Calm yourself down, you've planned it all out just go do it.

I stood up to leave the production office and gave my husband a soft pat on the shoulder, "I'm going to grab a coffee honey, won't be a minute." He grunted as he carried on watching the main event of Monday Night Raw on his monitor. He had no idea what I was about to do and I had no idea how he'd react to it.

I'd told referee Mike Chioda what I wanted him to do and when to do it after I'd questioned him about what the finish of the match was that they had worked out. It wasn't even an original idea of mine, my dad had done this before.

He'd done it to Bret Hart, I was about to do it to John Cena.

I hated that bastard, who the hell did he think he was? Coming on to me... a married woman. Twice. And as if that wasn't bad enough he wanted to try telling me he refused to lose the title to Jack Swagger when that was what I'd wanted? I told you not to try me John, now you'll see what happens.

Remembering what Chioda had told me earlier I knew that right now as I walked to the entrance to the arena Cena would be applying his STF hold onto Swagger. You've got about thirty seconds to get down there.

I walked through the curtain and began marching down the ramp towards the ring. I noticed some boos from the crowd however most of them had their attention on the ring. My character was hated by the fans. Pretty soon I'd be hated for real. I didn't care about that, about them.

As I reached the ring and turned to walk around the side of it towards the time keeper's area I noticed that Swagger had escaped Cena's hold and was about to put Cena into his ankle lock. This is it.

I met Chioda's eyes with my own and I knew I'd left him in now doubt I still expected him to do what I'd ordered. I carried on walking towards the time keeper's area. I needed two things there, I needed to be able to speak to Justin Roberts the ring announcer and I need to take the WWE title belt.

As I approached where Justin was sitting I knew it had been done. I heard Chioda running across the ring shouting, "Ring it, ring it, that's it." Good man, Mike. I'll make sure you're taken care of. The time keeper rang the bell as he had been ordered. It's done, now get the announcement made and get out of here. Fast.

As Justin Roberts rose to make his announcement I could see on his face he knew something strange was going on. Instead of making an announcement he said to me "Stephanie what's going on?" There's no time for this.

"Justin, Jack Swagger is the winner by submission, new champion. Announce it." His eyes narrowed, "This isn't..." I cut him off, "Now!" Please just do it for god's sake.

He did it. I could tell the crowd had picked up on the fact that something wasn't right. I heard Cena shout, "What the hell are you doing?" He's in Chioda's face, you've got to get out of here now!

I snatched the title belt from the table and tried to make an exit as quickly as I could. Don't look in the ring, don't make eye contact with anyone, just get in the back.

As I reached the front of the ring, the bottom of the ramp I thought I was in the clear but Swagger rolled out of the ring in front of me. Oh god.

He yelled at me, "What the hell was that? What are you doing?"

I threw the title belt at him, instinctively he caught it. I tried to give him a look that told him not to question me, "Get in the back, now!" I headed up the ramp as quickly as I could, Swagger was right behind me.

"Hey! I want no part of this! Hey!" Stop yelling you fucking idiot!

The crowd had obviously figured out by now what had happened, at least they thought they had. Someone must have thrown a cup of soda at me, only it hadn't hit me. It must have hit Swagger, I felt the drink go all up my back and in my hair. I didn't care, I just wanted to get in the back. I could hear boos and people had started to chant, "Bullshit."

I walked through the curtain into the backstage area. That's the hardest part done.