Chapter 1: New Creative
After Monday Night Raw went off air: Buffalo, New York - HSBC Arena, December 17, 2007
"Please Dray... promise me you'll make sure to help them."
"*Sigh* … Alright... I'll do what I can. Promise."
"The boss isn't going to like this," Darren Kenneth Matthews, aka William Regal, Raw's current General Manager groaned as he stared at the young black man in front of him. The man had black cornrows, and black sunglasses hanging over his forehead, and looked to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a black hooded jacket with a black WWE staff shirt underneath. He also wore jeans and plain black sneakers.
"I've never really cared about what the old man thinks Will. That's one of the things he respects about me, remember?" the man said, making William sigh.
"Look. Dray. You are one of the best storyline writers we have in the creative team. Why do you want to dedicate all your talent into the WWE Divas?" William asked.
"Have you seen some of the ideas creative has for them?! Ever-since Amy and Trish left it's like everyone just gave up on them! We were lucky to even get the Jamie-Tara Stone storyline set for WrestleMania last April! They have one storyline where Roxanna loses her "Female Undertaker" gimmick and starts wearing bikinis. And you know she'd be out that door if she ever saw that script! The fans are starting to lose faith in them! They're calling the WWE Divas a joke. I mean, when was the last time the fans gave a crap about women's wrestling?" Dray questioned, placing his hands on William's desk, agitation clear on his face. "We have some super talented female talent here, that we don't utilize properly or at all. Besides, the creative team for Raw and SmackDown already do a great job writing for the guys. They'll be fine. Right now we need a team that can help these girls. It's the least they deserve."
"I understand Dray. Really I do. But if you go through with this without Vince's permission, you could get fired. And even if we have some incredible talent in the Divas Division, there is no way in hell the corporate board would ever let the Divas have matches that are better than the Superstars!" William tried to reason. "It's not what they're looking for! I'm glad that you care, but they are not worth potentially losing your job over!"
"Not worth-" Dray bristled, his dark eyes lighting up in anger, before taking a deep breath. "It may not seem worth it to you, but I don't care! If giving these women a chance, and opening the fans eyes, and making them realise that these ladies are more than just eye-candy, means potentially losing my job, then to hell with it!"
"The Board of Directors didn't say a damn thing when Amy and Trish were around!" he retorted evenly. "The fellas have no issues with stepping it up a gear, should the ladies be given the chance! Besides, I'm not saying they'll do better than the boys. I'm just saying we should give the Divas a little freedom to do stuff they wouldn't normally do! They deserve that opportunity!"
"Don't think I don't know you Dray. When you say a little you actually mean a lot," William said back sternly, before shaking his head at the young man's persistence. He was ambitious. He'll give him that. "When Kevin Dunn finds out about-"
"I don't give a shit about whatever Kevin has to say about our Divas or women's wrestling period," Dray snarled, his black eyes narrowing dangerously. "I made a promise! And I fully intend on keeping it! If that walking rat-face has a problem with that, then he can go fuck himself!"
William was about to retort when another voice entered the heated conversation.
"I personally think it's a great idea."
Dray turned around to see Stephanie McMahon, the bosses' daughter, standing behind him with a small smile.
"Paul has been complaining about how Charlotte doesn't get any screen time anymore, because unfortunately, my father is more interested in eye-candy, rather than talent when it comes to the Divas. I can't even remember the last time those two were in the ring together. And the only time I've ever seen them together is when they're off the camera or in the gym training. Dray's vision on the Divas Division is a tad extreme, but they really need it and I think the fans will appreciate it," Stephanie explained, making William's eyes widen slightly.
"Stephanie, are you sure about this?" William asked wearily.
"Very. In fact I've already asked him," Stephanie replied, gaining a surprised look from both men.
"Really?! What did he say?" Dray asked. Stephanie smiled at him.
"It took some careful persuasion, but he eventually said yes," she told him.
Dray's eyes widened even more at this.
"He did?!" the young man questioned with a look of shock. He wasn't expecting the Chairman to give in so easily.
"Yes. But don't expect it to come easily," Stephanie warned. "When the board finds out about this, they are going to do everything in their power to bury it."
Dray let out a satisfied chuckle and turned back to William. He really couldn't care less about whatever obstacles get in the way. This was happening whether Vince's stooges liked it or not.
"Well... looks like my plan is a go!" Dray said, smirking in excitement, which earned a nervous, but equally intrigued smile from William Regal.
. . . .
Current Women's Champion Melina Perez walked down the hallways of the locker room area, with the Women's Title safely secured inside a black suitcase along with her ring gear. She was also pulling along another black suitcase, and had a large black rucksack that was hanging over her shoulder, both of which had the rest of her belongings inside, a sour expression on her face. She had a great match with Roxanna last night at Armageddon, which she was happy about, even if she was limited with how much of her wrestling potential she was allowed to use.
And even though it had a sketchy ending, she was proud to admit it was pretty solid.
Probably the only solid match I'll get in this company, she thought harshly. She was sour because of the script she had in her hand. The head creative writer of Raw had given it to her before she had left for the next town, on route to Friday Night SmackDown.
It was a new storyline set specially for WrestleMania involving her, Beth Phoenix, Candice Michelle and Maria. The rivalry was basically her and Beth getting jealous of Maria because of her being in a photo shoot for Playboy magazine, and then Candice gets involved in the middle of it. So basically the same as last April?! Damn... what is with this company and their obsession with Playboy?!
Last April she had walked into WrestleMania champion. That was her first title reign. And next year, in her second reign, it seemed likely that she would be walking into WrestleMania as champion for the second time in a row. Unfortunately the core basis of that WrestleMania 23 storyline was her, as the Women's Champion, getting jealous of Ashley Massaro, who at the time was getting a lot of attention over her Playboy appearance. The storyline culminated at WrestleMania 23 in a Lumberjill Match against Ashley. A match that the fans didn't care too much about. Thankfully, that night, Roxanna and Jay were there to remind the fans that the ladies could go when given the chance.
At least I actually defended my title that night, she fumed, realizing that she wouldn't be defending her Women's Championship at the approaching WrestleMania. Seriously! A Playboy BunnyMania Lumberjill Match?!
While she knew the girls would jump at the chance at being in a match at WrestleMania, she also knew that a BunnyMania Tag Team match at WrestleMania was the last thing the fans wanted to see. She had nothing against their women modeling for Playboy. She was even happy for Maria for getting this opportunity. But another storyline centered around a nude magazine spread was not something the fans were interested in. It wasn't something she was interested in. They wanted Melina to defend the Women's Championship at WrestleMania. They said so themselves on her social media account. And on top of that. She knew Maria wasn't ready for WrestleMania. At least not yet. And the less she thought about Candice Michelle the better. Beth Phoenix was probably the only woman out of the three that could handle the bright lights of WrestleMania.
"Ugh, I shouldn't be worrying about this now!" she groaned in annoyance, knowing her rivalry with Roxanna was not over until the Royal Rumble.
"Yo! Melina!"
Melina turned around to see Dray running up to her. The Latin American woman crossed her arms with a look of amusement.
"You know, one day you're gonna get your ass fired for not wearing staff uniform," she teased, her smile widening when Dray sent her a quick glare.
"Hey! At least I'm wearing the shirt!" he retorted. Dray then noticed the script Melina was holding in her hand.
"Can I have a look at that?" he asked. Melina gave Dray the script, letting him look it over. She watched in amusement as his face changed from neutral to annoyed in seconds. Dray looked up from the script and at Melina.
"There is no way in hell you're doing this!" he growled, getting a confused look from the champion.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Dray smirked. "There's a new creative team. And I'm the boss!"
Melina sighed and shook her head.
"Great. Anything to boost your already massive ego. We already have enough creative teams as it is. We don't need more Dray," she chuckled.
"Oh come on. I think you'll like what me and my team have in store for you and the girls," he replied with a mischievous grin.
That got Melina's attention, staring at Dray in confusion and slight fear.
"For us? What exactly do you plan on doing Dray?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"You girls are getting your own creative team, which will hopefully give you guys a chance to have those long matches and actual story to sink your teeth into, if it goes right. Heck, you may even be able to do some of the stuff the guys do!" Dray replied, making Melina's jaw drop.
"Wait a minute WHAT?!" she exclaimed.
"Look. You know what the fans think of the Divas Division. Ever since Amy and Trish left, things in the Divas Division has gotten really bad. You girls need to give the fans something good to talk about. Something that they can sink their teeth into. That's where me and my team comes in," Dray replied seriously.
"Wow... I didn't think you'd ever do that for us..." Melina gasped, staring at Dray in bafflement.
"Well someone had to do it. A small percentage of fans doesn't mind you girls walking around in bikinis and skimpy outfits, which is okay, cause I don't mind either, me being a guy and all. The other half which is a massive percentage just wants to see a good Divas match, with a good story. I'm gonna try my best to give you guys as much freedom as possible, so y'all can give them just that, every Monday and Friday or whatever day you girls wrestle!" Dray replied enthusiastically, making Melina smile.
"Wow. It seems like you've put a lot of thought into this," she noted.
"You bet! I made a promise and I intend to keep it," Dray said seriously in an even tone, making Melina stare at him in slight confusion. Before she could ask him what he meant by that, the dark skinned man continued.
"Anyway, I'd like to give you this." Dray pulled out a brown envelope that had her name on it, and handed it over to the young woman.
"I had a look at the current rivalry between you and Roxanna and changed a few things. I'm also expanding it to No Way Out," Dray told her as she opened the envelope, eyes wide when she read the first few paragraphs.
"Holy shit Dray! Some of the stuff in this script is something the guys would do!" she exclaimed, making him chuckle.
"I know. I'm sure you and Roxanna will have loads of fun," Dray replied. "Everything is going to change. You girls are gonna be getting storylines and promos with some substance. So make sure to deliver."
Melina's smile only got bigger as she read through the script before suddenly frowning.
"Hold on. What did the others think of this? Surely other members of creative aren't happy that you've formed your own team, let alone for the Divas Division," Melina questioned.
"They won't be. But Vince okayed the whole thing, so I don't really care if they've gotta problem with it," Dray retorted. The dark-skinned man then looked at his watch.
"I'd better get going. Merry Christmas Melina," Dray said cheerfully, before walking off.
"Yeah... Merry Christmas to you too..." Melina responded, still a little shocked at some of the stuff in the script that Dray gave her.
. . . .
Boston, Massachusetts, December 18, 2007
There was a feminine annoyed groan as the phone rang. A beautiful, young slim woman, that looked to be in her early twenties, with shoulder length brunette hair and light green eyes, grunted as she tiredly located her phone on the table beside her bed. The woman picked up her phone and answered with a groggy hello.
A strong female laugh was heard on the other side of the phone line. "Morning sleepyhead!"
"Christy, it's seven in the morning!" the woman groaned, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"I know, I know! Sorry for waking you! But Dray has something important to tell you Sheree! He needs you to come down to the SmackDown tapings in New York tonight," Christy replied.
"Okay I'll be there, but what's so important that he can't tell me on Monday?" Sheree questioned curiously. "I'm not a SmackDown Diva."
"I know. But Dray really wants to speak to you. He'll tell you when you get here. See you later!" Christy said before hanging up.
Sheree sighed before chuckling. "Well, at least I have something to do tonight."
. . . .
Friday Night SmackDown (December 21, 2007 tapings): Rochester, New York - Blue Cross Arena December 18, 2007
Dray pulled up into the parking lot area of the Blue Cross Arena for this week's SmackDown tapings. He stepped out of the car and walked to the other side, opening the door. A young woman with hazel eyes stepped out wearing a black blazer along with a white blouse. She was also wearing black trousers and heels. She had black hair that went down to just past her neck with red highlights in them.
In less than 24 hours, the news that Vince McMahon 'let Dray off the leash' so to speak, spread throughout the company like wildfire. It was only a matter of time before it became public knowledge. Dray had already begun to assemble his own little team. People that actually give a crap and were passionate about what they wrote. They were also ecstatic to be writing exclusively for the Divas. And under himself and his girlfriends' lead, they won't be led disarray and fighting for their spot. If this was going to work, all members had to be on the same page.
"Seriously, I'm glad to be working alongside you Christy, but you didn't have to dress up. You do look good though," Dray told his girlfriend, openly checking her out.
"Well I'm not a rebel like you. And keep those perverted thoughts to yourself!" she told him, playfully poking him in the cheek.
Before Dray could respond, the sounds of a motorbike engine was heard throughout the parking lot area, gaining their attention. A black motorbike came into view and parked next to them. The driver, who wore a rucksack on their back, a black, leather bikers jacket with white stripes going down the sleeves, and black leather gloves, stepped off the bike, and took off their black helmet, revealing a beautiful, tall, but busty young woman, who looked to be around twenty-eight years old. She had long black hair and striking gold eyes. She wore black leather pants, and black heeled boots, along with a black belt that had a silver one-eyed skull as the belt buckle.
"Roxanna! Good to see you!" Christy said, smiling at the gold-eyed woman.
"Christy? Ain't this a surprise! What are you doin' here?" Roxanna asked with a strong Texas accent.
"I'm working with Dray and his team on his little project concerning you girls," Christy replied. Roxanna's gold eyes widened slightly as she stared at Dray.
"I thought Melina was just joking bout that! I mean, she showed me the script but I thought it was a huge prank!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry Kitty-Kat. It's all real," Dray replied, getting an annoyed glare from the female veteran.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that!" Roxanna growled.
"Sorry. Couldn't resist," Dray replied with a chuckle.
Roxanna rubbed the bridge of her nose with a groan.
"Oh dear lord. You two working together is a combination I'd rather avoid," Roxanna groaned. Christy chuckled.
"It won't be that bad. And the matches will not be a minute long anymore. I assure you that," she replied. Dray wrapped his arms around Christy's waist, holding her close with a smile.
"Swing by our office before the show airs. I'll tell you what's gonna happen later on tonight and in the near future," Dray said, getting a nod from Roxanna before departing.
. . . .
"Hello and welcome to Friday Night SmackDown! We are in the Blue Cross Arena in Rochester, New York!" Michael Cole announced enthusiastically.
Before Michael could say more, "Paparazzi" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena. The red carpet was rolled out onto the ramp and photographers swarmed the stage, as Melina walked out to boos from the fans, holding the Women's Championship up in the air with both hands, while her personal cameramen took pictures of her, a huge arrogant smirk on her face. She was wearing simple casual wear, which consisted of a black crop top, jeans, and a pair of black boots.
"She interrupted me..." Michael muttered in surprise and slight confusion.
"Oh shut up Michael! This is a great way to start Friday Night SmackDown!" John Bradshaw Layfield retorted in annoyance at his colleagues attitude.
"Well... anyway, Melina looks to be all smiles as she makes her way to the ring," Michael noted as Melina walked down the red carpet with that cocky arrogant smirk on her face, keeping the Women's Title raised above her head, with her photographers snapping pictures of her as she sauntered down the ramp.
"Of course she is! When you beat a veteran like Tara Stone, you're gonna have a huge smile on your face!" JBL replied in a matter-of-fact tone as Melina entered the ringside area.
Melina climbed up onto the apron of the ring, posing for her personal photographers, whilst holding her title up in the air, before jumping and doing her signature splits on the apron, getting a few wolf whistles from the crowd.
"But... she cheated. She had her feet on the ropes," Michael stated calmly.
"What? You must have been dreaming Michael," was JBL's reply, as Melina slid under the ropes, and jumped up onto her feet, requesting for a microphone. She rested the Women's Championship over her shoulder as her music cut off, smirking as she received a round of boos from the crowd.
"Aww, what's the matter? Are you all angry at me because I out-smarted your goth queen?" she asked the WWE fans in a condescending tone, gaining a loud roar of boos.
"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"
Melina glared at the crowd in disgust as they continued to chant.
"Shut up! I don't suck! Whether you idiots like it or not, I pinned Tara Stone last night!" Melina screamed, glaring heatedly at the fans, causing them to boo at being reminded of that.
"You all doubted me. You all said that I could never beat a woman like Tara Stone. You all said "Melina will lose to Tara Stone!" she ranted in a mocking squeaky voice directed at the WWE fans, who booed even louder than before. "Well you were all wrong, because I'm still your WWE Women's Champion!"
She laughed as the fans somehow got even louder. I guess the truth is a hard pill for them to swallow...
"You punks can go ahead and boo, but I don't give a crap about what you think about me! I beat Tara Stone! 1... 2... 3! I don't care how I did it! The fact is I did! And there is not a damn thing ANY of you can do about it! I am the greatest Diva in this company right now! And I have THIS to prove it!" Melina snapped, holding the Women's Championship up in the air defiantly, as the fans continued to boo her.
Bong...
Melina froze as everything went dark, making the crowd roar with cheers.
"The lights have gone out!" Michael exclaimed in shock.
"Oh no! This isn't good! Run Melina!" JBL yelled out, hoping that Melina heard his warning.
Bong...
Another bell tolled, and the lights came back on, revealing Roxanna standing behind Melina with a stoic glare on her face. She wore a black V-neck body corset, which went down into her black wrestling boots, revealing a fair amount of her cleavage, and had The Undertaker's signature crosses on each side of her legs, with what looked like a serpentine-like dragon with gold eyes, twisting around the crosses. She had tattoos all over both her arms, which both went from her shoulder to her wrists. She also wore padded fingerless gloves. Her piercing gold eyes were shadowed by black mascara, giving her a scary gothic look and making her gold eyes pop out.
"Oh no! Quick Melina! Run!" JBL cried out, as the fans cheered even louder at the black-haired woman's appearance.
"I think it's too late for that John!" Michael replied.
Melina slowly turned around with wide eyes filled with fear, and stared into the intense gold eyes of Tara. For a moment, they just stared at each other. The crowd cheered in restlessness, waiting to see what would happen next.
In the blink of an eye, Tara grabbed Melina by the neck, making Melina drop the microphone with a choked yelp. Tara's usual stoic face twisted into an angry scowl as the fans cheered her on.
"Uh-oh, Tara's looking for the Chokeslam!" Michael exclaimed.
"No! NO! Don't do it Tara!" JBL pleaded.
Just as Tara was about to chokeslam her, Melina kicked Tara in the gut, making her lose her grip, allowing Melina to scramble out of the ring, hugging the Women's Championship close to her and staring at Tara in fear.
JBL breathed a sigh of relief while the fans booed. "Phew. That was close. I thought Melina was a goner just then."
The tattooed woman glared at the Paparazzi Princess before picking up the mic.
"... I am far from done with you lil girl! I will get my rematch for the Women's Championship! At the Royal Rumble, Melina... I will make you pay for your sins!" Tara snarled, making Melina glare back at her in anger, the fans cheering in response to Tara's announcement.
"Wow!" Michael exclaimed in shock.
"S-she can't do that! She lost!" JBL cried out in irritation.
"Are you gonna tell her she can't John?" Michael questioned in amusement. JBL didn't answer.
"EXCUSE ME!"
Tara made a little sound of annoyance, as Vickie Guerrero, SmackDown's current General Manager, rolled out onto the stage in her wheelchair, along with her assistant Theodore Long pushing her out onto the stage. Tara knew Vickie was out to punish her after her mentor, The Undertaker, hit Vickie with the Tombstone Piledriver last month, putting the woman in a wheelchair. Vickie scowled as the WWE fans shared Tara's distaste for the Geurrero, booing the woman harshly.
"I SAID EXCUSE ME!" she screamed, gaining more heat from the Rochester crowd. Vickie scowled as she glared at the fans in open disdain, clearly not in the mood for their attitude towards her.
"As General Manager of SmackDown, I, Vickie Guerrero, have an announcement to make! Earlier this week, I had a very- EXCUSE ME! I had a very important meeting with Raw General Manager, William Regal! Together, we have decided that next week, on SmackDown and Raw's New Year's Eve Special, they'll be a Divas Fatal-4-Way match, with both matches featuring Divas from the SmackDown and Raw brands! And the winner of those two matches will face each other at the Royal Rumble! Whoever wins that match will get ONE Women's Championship Match whenever and wherever they want!" Vickie announced, getting a mild but loud cheer from the fans, who were surprised that the normally dastardly woman did something right for once.
Melina looked like she was on the verge of physically strangling Vickie, while Tara had a neutral stoic expression on her face, seeming not to care.
"WOW! What an announcement from our general manager!" Michael exclaimed, excited by the news. "I'm not sure where this came from though! I didn't even know Vickie met up with William Regal!"
"Who cares Michael! Vickie's outdone herself tonight!" JBL praised.
"And also, Tara will not be getting a Women's Championship rematch! EVER!" Vickie cackled in her overbearing loud voice, gaining a massive amount of heat from the crowd as Tara's stoic expression turned into a devilish snarl, while a devious smirk slithered its way onto Melina's face. Teddy also showed a little disdain for the decision, but he kept quiet, not wanting to get an ear full from Vickie's screaming.
"That's not fair!" Michael yelled out.
"And why not! Why should Tara Stone get another shot at the Women's Championship after what her mentor did to Vickie! She's still in that damn wheelchair!" JBL snapped.
"But Tara had nothing to do with that!" Michael argued.
"So what! At the end of the day it still happened!" JBL barked.
"If you want to face Melina at the Royal Rumble, You'll have to earn it in a match against this woman!" Vickie all but shrieked, pointing towards the stage, after she threw the WWE fans a quick annoyed glare, as they continued to boo her.
"Glamazon" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena, as Beth Phoenix walked onto the stage and did her taunt, smirking dangerously at an indifferent Tara while she received a huge reception from the fans.
"Well, this is unexpected!" Michael commented. "Monday Night Raw's Beth Phoenix!"
"Now this is a match! The Glamazon verses the Princess of Death Valley!" JBL added, an excited smirk stretching across his face at the rare match up.
"Yeah but... for Vickie to just refuse to give Tara a rematch like that... don't you think it's a bit risky on her part?" Michael asked the veteran. "I mean... Tara is much more frightening than The Undertaker when she's angry!"
"... You talk too much Michael. Shut up," JBL retorted.
As she walked down the ramp, Beth walked towards Melina who muttered, "You'd better not lose," as she walked past the champion, making Beth's smirk widen as she reached ringside. The powerful blonde climbed up onto the apron and onto the top ropes, sitting on the top turnbuckle and facing away from Tara. She performed her signature pose as WWE went to a commercial break.
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
WWE returned from the commercial break, as the referee signalled for the bell to ring, with Melina watching from ringside, while Beth and Tara circled the ring, glaring each other down. The WWE fans roared with anticipation, hoping that they would finally get a good Divas match. Vickie and Teddy were nowhere to be seen, having headed to the back during the commercial break.
"Here we go!" Michael exclaimed in excitement. "Beth Phoenix verses Tara Stone! First time ever, on Friday Night SmackDown!"
"I honestly can't believe we're getting this match tonight," JBL commented with a smirk. "I never thought I'd see these two face off!"
. . . .
Inside Elizabeth Kociański's heart was beating a mile a minute. It's not every day you get to face off against a veteran like Roxanna. And believe it or not, this was the first time that she had ever competed against the ten year veteran in her entire WWE career. So understandably, she was a nervous wreck right now. One of her lifelong dreams was to compete in a match against Roxanna, and now she actually was about to fight her. And to fight Roxanna in her home-state was even more nerve-racking. Beth took a few long deep breaths to calm her nerves, thinking back to her talk with Dray before SmackDown started.
. . . .
"You're gonna be facing Roxanna tonight," Dray said, smiling at a shell shocked Elizabeth. "That's why a called you here."
"Seriously?!" Beth exclaimed, suddenly feeling a tiny bit nervous.
"Hey! Don't worry about it. You're super talented Beth. You're gonna do fine! And I'm not just saying that. I mean it from the heart," Dray replied, making Elizabeth smile at him gratefully.
. . . .
Elizabeth looked at the slightly taller woman with a serious look in her eye, both knowing that this match will most likely be very physical.
. . . .
The two powerful Divas locked up, trying to gain the upper hand until with explosive power, Tara shoved Beth onto her butt, gaining a huge pop from the fans.
"The unnatural strength of Tara coming into play early," Michael commentated.
"I don't think the Glamazon appreciated that," JBL added, noticing the angry scowl that Beth directed at Tara, before standing up. "She didn't appreciate that one bit!"
Both women circled the ring again, before locking up a second time as a 'Lets go Tara' chant was heard throughout the arena. The two fought for dominance over the other for a brief moment, before Beth got the better of Tara and powered her into the corner.
The referee started counting until Beth eventually broke away from Tara at a count of four. Beth held her hands up, starting to back away and then sucker punched Tara in the face, making Tara's head whip to the side, a shocked gasp vibrating from the crowd at Beth's audacity.
"Uh-oh, I don't think that was a good idea on Beth's part," Michael noted with a twinge of trepidation.
"You're telling me. I've felt the full force of Tara's anger and it is not pretty!" JBL added.
Tara slowly faced Beth Phoenix, an enraged expression on her face as she glared at the cocky smirk on the blonde haired woman's face.
Tara grabbed Beth and threw her into the corner, unloading on her with vicious shots to the face, causing the Glamazon to desperately cover herself. The referee tried to get Tara to back away and give the blonde haired woman some breathing room, but the veteran was having none of it, deciding to let her anger takeover.
"Come on ref! Do your job!" JBL snapped, as Tara uncorked a right fist to Beth's jaw, stunning the woman and making the fans wince slightly. "Oh god! What a shot!"
"Tara needs to calm down before the referee decides to disqualify her!" Michael added.
"Come on Tara! That's enough!" the referee snapped sternly, making Tara back away from a dazed Beth Phoenix, who was favouring the side of her jaw.
After a warning from the official, Tara grabbed Beth's arm and Irish whipped her into the opposite corner of the ring with force, making Beth's back rebound hard off the turnbuckle, walking right into a big boot to the face that knocked Beth off her feet. "And a big boot from Tara takes Beth down!"
"Tara is so dominant. What a powerful woman!" JBL praised.
Tara went for the pin, but immediately stood back up when Melina climbed onto the apron. Melina ignored the referee, who ordered her to get off the apron, glaring at Tara who glared back with those unnatural gold eyes of hers.
"Melina's standing on the apron! What could she be up to now?!" Michael questioned in slight annoyance.
"How should I know! All I know is that Tara should be concentrating on the Glamazon! Not Melina!" JBL replied.
As soon as Tara took a step forward, Melina jumped off the apron, and took a few steps back with a grin on her face. Tara narrowed her eyes at the current Women's Champion, not realizing that Beth Phoenix was up on her feet, now waiting for the veteran to turn around. Tara turned around only to get blasted in the face with a massive clothesline from the Glamazon. "Oh wow!"
"Oh come on! How is this fair at all?!" Michael complained, the fans booing in anger as Melina laughed obnoxiously.
"What are you complaining about now?!" JBL exclaimed, as Tara laid on the mat in a daze.
"How can Tara concentrate with Melina sneaking around at ringside!" Michael replied in frustration.
"Melina is only a distraction because Tara sees her as a distraction. It's her fault!" JBL explained.
Beth looked down at Tara with a faint grin, before looking out to her home-state crowd, raising an eyebrow as they jeered at her.
"Really? You're gonna boo me over her?" she questioned in faint annoyance as she pointed at herself, before gesturing towards Tara as the fans booed harder.
"You're really gonna choose her over me?!" Beth questioned, whilst glaring at her home state crowd, a frown on her face as they continued to boo her, while SmackDown went to a quick commercial break.
"Welcome back to Friday Night SmackDown!" Michael welcomed back the fans at home, as Beth had Tara bent backwards painfully over her knee, with one hand placed on the chin and the other on Tara's knee, applying pressure with the backbreaker submission, making Tara hiss in pain. "Beth Phoenix verses Tara Stone for the first time ever, and the Glamazon has been in firm control throughout the break."
'Lets go Tara' chants reverberated throughout the arena as Melina watched on at ringside with a pleased smirk.
"Yeah, the Glamazon has been dishing out a beating on Tara," JBL commented, as an evil grin stretched across the Glamazon's face, continuing to bend Tara's back over her knee in a painful way. "You know this is taking a toll on her. The amount of injuries Tara has gained over the years is astounding."
"Have you seen the evil grin on Beth Phoenix's face? It's frightening!" Michael gulped slightly.
"Well, not many people can say that they have a ten year veteran at their mercy. Fortunately, It looks like Beth Phoenix is about to become one of the few that does," JBL replied.
"Tara, do you wanna give up?" the referee asked her. Tara shook her head as the Rochester fans chanted louder, trying to will the gold-eyed woman back into the match. Tara growled in pain and growing annoyance at her predicament, before lifting her long, free leg up and rocking Beth with repeated knees to the side of her face.
Having had enough, Beth stood up, using her raw strength to lift Tara, and drove the black haired woman's back onto her knee, letting Tara fall to the mat, arching her back in pain.
"Oh what a devastating backbreaker! Tara tried to fight back into this match up, but the Glamazon is having none of it!" Michael commented.
Beth grabbed a fist full of Tara's long locks and pulled her to her feet. She lifted Tara up onto her right shoulder, setting her up for a running powerslam. "The strength of the Glamazon! Lifting Tara up with ease!"
"She makes it look easy," JBL commented with a smile. Not too keen on this predicament, Tara elbowed Beth Phoenix in the face, stunning the Glamazon and making her stumble slightly. This allowed Tara to escape the powerslam attempt, landing behind Beth and pushing her towards the ropes.
Beth caught herself, but turned right around into a boot to the face, causing her to tumble over the top ropes and out of the ring, landing with a thud at ringside, near the announce table and in front of a panicked Melina.
"Oh my! Beth Phoenix landed with a thud!" Michael exclaimed as the fans winced at the impact of Beth hitting the floor.
"I hope she's alright. That fall looked horrible," JBL commented.
"Get up!" Melina implored the Glamazon worriedly.
Tara calmly rolled out of the ring as the referee started the ten count, walking towards where Beth Phoenix was, sending a warning glare at Melina, who backed away with a scowl on her face. Tara pulled Beth to her feet, only for the Glamazon to ram her back-first into the side of the ring, causing Tara to grunt in pain, and making the fans wince at the force.
"Oh god! Right into the side of the ring!" Michael cried out. "That's the hardest part of the ring ladies and gentlemen! Nothing but steel under there!"
"That had to hurt," JBL added as Tara arched her back off the ring apron with a pained hiss.
Beth grabbed Tara by her head and sent her careening into the steel steps shoulder-first, gaining a satisfied smirk from Melina as she watched on, while the fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.
"God! Is it just me or are these women starting to get a little bit too aggressive?" Michael asked worriedly.
"No. I see it too. This Divas match is turning into something else!" JBL commented with a slight smirk.
Beth walked over to Tara and forced her to her feet, only for Tara to fight back with a swift throat thrust, rocking the Glamazon underneath the jaw. "Good grief!"
Tara grabbed Beth by the head, and smashed her face-first into the steel steps, sending the blonde to the floor in a daze.
"Oh! Right into the steel steps!" Michael called out.
"Ouch!" JBL exclaimed, wincing along with the fans.
Tara grabbed Beth by the hair, pulling her up and throwing her into the ring, positioning her head on the apron. Tara climbed the apron as the crowd started getting fired up, knowing what she was about to do.
"Uh-oh! We've seen this before! Tara, taking a page out of her mentor's book!" Michael noted.
"Move outta the way Beth! You're not gonna like the view!" JBL advised loudly, as Melina looked on with a worried look on her face, hoping that his advise reached the blonde haired amazon woman.
Tara jumped and dropped the back of her leg across the throat of Beth Phoenix, causing her to writhe in pain in the ring, whilst the fans released a loud 'OHHH!' wincing at the impact.
"Vintage Tara!" Michael exclaimed, as Beth clutched at her throat, finding it hard to breathe momentarily. "Guillotine leg drop across the throat of Beth Phoenix!"
Melina was pacing frantically at ringside while glaring hatefully at Tara, pulling at her hair in frustration.
Tara got back in the ring, stopping the referee's count at eight, as Beth stumbled to her feet, coughing violently. Tara ran at Beth, going for another big boot, only this time, Beth ducked out of the way, causing Tara to boot the referee instead, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' and wincing at the sight. "Oh no! She hit the official!"
"He's out of it. That referee is not getting back up," JBL said with a shake of his head.
Tara stared down at the knocked out referee for a moment, before turning around into a hellacious sit-out spinebuster from Beth.
"Wow!" Michael exclaimed, the fans reacting to the great show of power in awe.
"Good grief!" JBL added, as both women laid on the mat, Beth panting in exhaustion, while Tara released huffs of pain.
"Sit-out spinebuster! What an incredible show of power on display by Beth Phoenix!" Michael praised.
Beth moved away from the motionless veteran, using the ring ropes to pull herself up onto her feet, and leaning against them to take a breather. The Glamazon walked calmly towards Tara, only to freeze and step back with wide eyes as Tara suddenly sat up and glared at her, getting the crowd fired up. "Whoa!"
"Damn it! I hate it when she does this!" JBL growled, nearly jumping out of his seat at the sight.
Tara stood and ducked a clothesline from the Glamazon, rocking her with a combo of big right fists to the face, causing Beth to stumble back into the corner. Tara Irish whipped Beth into the opposite corner, and ran at her, clotheslining her against the turnbuckles, before lifting the Glamazon up onto her right shoulder. Tara dropped Beth Phoenix face-first onto the top turnbuckle for the snake eyes, leaving the blonde woman stunned and dazed. "Oh god! Snake eyes!"
While Beth was groggy, Tara ran the ropes, rebounding off of them as Beth stumbled into the center of the ring, and booted her in the face, flooring the Glamazon. Tara then ran the ropes again, rebounding off of them and following up her flurry of offense with a running leg drop, dropping her leg across the head and neck of Beth Phoenix.
"What a combo of attacks by Tara!" Michael cried out.
"She's speeding all over the place! I can hardly keep track!" JBL exclaimed.
Tara then pulled Beth back onto her feet, and twisted her arm in an arm wrench, getting a painful hiss from the blonde haired woman. She backed up to the nearest corner, and began climbing up the turnbuckle as the fans cheered, knowing what Tara was going for.
"Tara, going for Old School!" Michael exclaimed in excitement.
"Beth needs to do something! Come on Beth! Counter it!" JBL encouraged.
Tara walked across the ropes and held her arm up, ready for the Old School, when Melina climbed onto the apron and pulled her off by the legs, making Tara lose her grip on Beth, crashing down onto the hard apron as the audience let loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the impact.
"What the- Oh my god!" Michael exclaimed in shock and worry, as Tara collapsed off the apron in an almost lifeless heap.
"My god! Did you see the impact? That was horrible!" JBL voiced his worry.
The fans gave Melina heavy heat as she laughed, tapping the side of her head with her index finger, which made them boo her louder, while Tara laid on the floor, unmoving.
"And the problem is the referee is still knocked out! He didn't see a thing!" Michael said in frustration.
"Tara's out of it Michael! I think this match is over for her! Beth's got this in the bag!" JBL insisted in excitement.
"Calm down John! The match isn't even over yet!" Michael reminded him.
Melina jumped off the apron, smirking at Tara evilly as she struggled to get up. Tara rose to a knee, and saw Melina looking at her with an evil smirk.
"Lights out freak..." Melina whispered harshly, rushing at the tall woman, looking to take Tara out with the championship belt. "No! Melina, that's enough! Don't do it!"
"She's gonna take her head off!" JBL exclaimed.
Just as Melina was about to hit her with the title, Tara caught her by the neck and glared at her viciously, making the WWE fans cheer in excitement and relief.
"And Tara's got her!" Michael cried out, as Melina gasped in fright, her eyes wide as Tara's grip tightened dangerously around her throat.
"Oh no! OH NO! Please! Don't do that! Let her go!" JBL pleaded.
"Melina may have just regretted interfering in this match!" Michael exclaimed.
Tara stood with a dark snarl as Melina desperately tried to counter by kicking the woman in the gut, to no avail this time. Tara hoisted Melina up by the neck, and slammed her into the thinly-padded ground with a Chokeslam, making her writhe in agony on the floor, while the WWE fans cheered loudly. "Chokeslam!"
"That shouldn't be allowed! She should be disqualified!" JBL yelled.
"How is she going to get disqualified if the referee is knocked out?" Michael questioned.
"Sh-Shut up!" JBL snapped.
Tara glared down at the Women's Champion and turned around, right into a massive forearm from Beth Phoenix, catching her completely off guard.
"Oh wow! What a huge forearm!" Michael exclaimed, the fans wincing as Tara hit the floor, stunned.
"Beth Phoenix is so powerful! It's rare to see Tara going down like that," JBL commented, as Beth pulled Tara to her feet.
Beth threw Tara back into the ring, before going in herself, wasting no time in pulling Tara back onto her feet, pulling the dazed black haired woman into a suplex position, hooking one of her legs and draping an arm over her shoulder, as the referee started to come to.
"Oh here we go!" JBL smirked as Beth glared at the fans, who broke out into a huge mixed reaction when they realised what she was about to do.
"Beth Phoenix is looking to end this right now!" Michael exclaimed.
Beth lifted Tara off the mat, using her incredible strength to hold her in place for a few moments above her head, whilst still keeping Tara's leg hooked, before falling backwards, slamming Tara back first into the canvas. "Delayed Fisherman Suplex!"
"Beth's gonna do it! Beth's gonna pin Tara in her homestate!" JBL yelled out ecstatically, as the fans reacted to the move with a wince.
Beth went for the cover as the referee gained control of his bearings, hooking the far leg.
1...
2...
Somehow, Tara managed to kick out at the last millisecond, gaining a huge pop from the WWE fans, while Beth's jaw hung open in shock.
"She kicked out! How the heck did she do that?!" JBL exclaimed in disbelief.
"The resilience of Tara is more powerful than Beth imagined. Even I'm shocked! The Glamazon was so close to pinning Tara there!" Michael added.
"That was three!" the Glamazon shouted at the official, standing up and glaring at him.
"Sorry Beth! It was two," the referee replied. Beth scowled at the referee before grabbing him by his shirt, shoving him into the corner in frustration.
"She can't do that! She's gonna get disqualified!" Michael admonished as the official fearfully demanded the rage-filled blonde to unhand him.
"She's just frustrated Michael! She was so close to beating Tara right there! She doesn't want to lose a match in her home-state! Do you know how embarrassing that would be?!" JBL reasoned.
"There is nothing embarrassing about losing a match to Tara Stone. She's practically the queen of the Divas Division! A Lioness!" Michael argued.
"You have a fair point, but no wrestler likes to lose a match in their hometown or state!" JBL said back.
While Beth was busy trying to burn a hole through the referee, she didn't see Tara sitting up, causing the WWE fans to cheer in excitement.
"Uh-oh! Tara has risen again!" Michael cried out.
"Turn around Beth! Quickly before she gets up!" JBL yelled out.
Tara stood up upon realising Beth had her back turned. She held her right arm up with a snarl, signaling for the Chokeslam to an excited response from the fans.
"Tara's poised! She's looking for the Chokeslam!" Michael yelped in excitement.
"No! Beth, don't turn around! You're not gonna like the view!" JBL changed his mind.
Beth turned calmly around, thinking Tara was still laid out on the canvas, but got a nasty surprise when Tara grabbed her by the neck, and chokeslammed her into the mat to a rousing reaction.
"Chokeslam to the Glamazon!" Michael exclaimed.
"NO!" JBL cried out.
Instead of going straight for the pin, Tara looked down at Beth, as she laid motionless on the canvas, a demonic snarl appearing on her face. Tara grabbed Beth by her hair, pulling her up onto her knees and making the Glamazon look up at her. "Uh oh... I don't like that look on Tara's face."
"Dark thoughts, running through the head of Tara Stone!" Michael added. The fans cheered when Tara rolled her eyes into the back of her head, while dragging her thumb across her neck with her tongue sticking out, making Beth stare up at her in frozen fear. "Oh no!"
"Get outta there Beth!" JBL cried out. It was futile. Tara scooped Beth Phoenix off her feet, holding her upside-down in a secure grip so that Beth's head was hanging between Tara's legs, the fans cheering enthusiastically. "NO!"
Tara dropped to her knees, spiking the Glamazon's head into the mat with the Tombstone Piledriver, making the fans cheer loudly.
"Tombstone Piledriver!" Michael yelled over the excited crowd.
"Aw no! It's over!" JBL cried.
Tara grabbed Beth's arms and crossed them over her chest, sticking her tongue out and making her eyes roll into the back of her head for the pin.
One!
Two!
Thre-
Somehow Beth managed to power out, just before the three count, making Tara freeze, staring down at the Glamazon with wide eyes. The crowd erupted into loud cheers for Beth Phoenix, despite her being a heel.
"What?!" Michael exclaimed in shock.
"I don't believe it! Beth Phoenix just kicked out of the Tombstone!" JBL yelped, also shocked, as Tara rested on her knees, staring down at a barely moving Beth Phoenix, disbelief and shock visible in her gold eyes.
"What does Tara have to do to put Beth Phoenix away?!" Michael asked, still in shock at what he just witnessed, as a loud 'Glamazon' chant was heard throughout the arena.
"I have no idea. But I can tell from the look on her face that she's thinking of something!" JBL noted as Tara's brief look of shock went back to stoic and neutral.
Tara gingerly stood up, grabbing Beth's arm and dragging her into position in line with the nearest turnbuckle. Tara began to scale the ropes, looking back at Beth to make sure that she hadn't moved.
"W-wait a minute! What's Tara doing?!" JBL stuttered, as Tara made it to the top of the turnbuckle, looking back at Beth's supine state, before steadily rising, balancing herself on the top ropes to shocked gasps from the fans. "NO WAY!"
"Does this look familiar to you John?!" Michael asked in amusement, as the entire crowd cried out in surprise and worry, once they began to work out what Tara was going for.
"No way! I refuse to believe she can still do this! There's no way she can still do this! Even if she's still very young!" JBL cried out, shaking his head in disbelief.
To the commentators total shock and the fans excitement, Tara leaped backwards off the top rope, back-flipping through the air.
"OH MY GOD!" JBL exclaimed as Tara crashed on top of Beth Phoenix, getting a wild, ecstatic reaction from the fans in attendance, his eyes widening at witnessing Tara pull off a top rope moonsault. "HOW THE HECK DID SHE PULL THAT OFF?!"
"My god! Hell-sault! Tara just hit the Hell-sault on Beth Phoenix!" Michael shouted in complete amazement.
"I can't believe it! I haven't seen Tara pull off a moonsault in three years! That was amazing!" JBL exclaimed.
"That was classic Tara coming into play there!" Michael said. Tara pulled a winded Beth Phoenix away from the ropes and went for the cover, hooking both legs.
1...
2...
3!
"Tara's done it!"
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
"Tara Stone gets the victory over Beth Phoenix!" Michael exclaimed as "Rest in Peace" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena to a huge cheer from the fans. Tara calmly stood up, looking out over the crowd with her hands on her hips, as Beth rolled onto her front, wrapping her arms around her stomach in clear pain. "Tara earns another shot at the Women's Championship!"
"Here's your winner, Tara Stone!" Justin Roberts announced.
"What a cracking performance from these two ladies!" Michael Cole praised.
"And I thought Tara's match against Melina at Armageddon last night was great! That was amazing! I haven't seen a Divas match like that in quite some time!" JBL applauded.
"I still can't believe Tara was able to pull off that Hell-sault! That was incredible!" Michael exclaimed.
The referee raised Tara's arm, declaring her the winner, before letting her go. Tara looked over the crowd, before lowering herself to one knee and performing her, and her mentors, signature pose, rolling her eyes back, whilst sticking her tongue out and theatrically raising her arms up, as the lighting in the arena, changed to a ghoulish purple colour, the fans cheering loudly in response.
Tara stood up and looked over the crowd again, only to get blasted in the face as she turned around. "What the hell?!"
The lighting went back to normal to show Melina standing over Tara, her Women's Championship held tightly in her hands, as she looked down at the laid-out woman with a nasty scowl, gaining heat from the crowd.
"Oh come on!" Michael cried out. "Melina blindsiding Tara, blasting her in the face with the Women's Championship! For god's sake! What's wrong with that woman?!"
"Have you forgotten what Tara did to Melina earlier in the match?" JBL reminded him, as the fans continued to boo Melina.
"No! But this is uncalled for!" Michael replied in annoyance.
Melina looked up, glaring angrily at the fans as they booed her, before looking back down at Tara, who was favouring her head, her gold eyes blinking rapidly in a daze.
"Whatever you say. Tara was in the wrong when she chokeslammed Melina into the floor!" JBL retorted.
Melina let loose a low growl, before letting her title fall to the mat, roughly pulling Tara to her feet, and pulled the Lioness into an inverted face-lock position, letting loose a piercing scream as she positioned the title underneath Tara's head with her feet, much to the fans rising horror. "Hold on a second! What is she doing?!"
"Oh no... she's going too far! Stop this Melina!" Michael yelled out, the fans also yelling out, not wanting Melina to do what she was about to do.
Melina lifted her leg up and dropped it down across the face of Tara for her finisher, the Sunset Split, making the back of Tara's head hit the title, causing Tara to hold the back of her head in pain.
"Oh no!" Michael exclaimed as the fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "Sunset Split onto the title!"
Melina picked up her title and stood back up, glaring down at Tara's supine form, as "Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to a collection of boos, holding her title up above her head, standing over Tara. "That was going too far."
"Oh give it a rest Michael! Tara is fine! She's gone through worse!" JBL retorted.
The fans continued to boo Melina as she calmly left the ring, backing up the ramp and glaring at Tara, who sat up a little bit, glaring darkly at Melina while holding the back of her head, as WWE went to a commercial break.
. . . .
Roxanna and Melina walked out of the gorilla position, all smiles, only to be met by Beth, Michelle Leigh McCool, aka Michelle McCool and Vickie Lynn Lara, aka Vickie Guerrero.
"Oh my gosh! That was great you guys!" Vickie praised.
"Thanks Vickie," Melina replied before looking at Roxanna with a concerned expression on her face. "Are you okay? I scared myself when I pulled you off the ropes."
Roxanna smirked at Melina's concern. "You're forgettin' who you're talkin' to! I've gone through worse. Don't worry. I'm fine."
"I'd be worrying about that nasty drop onto the title," Michelle commented in concern. Roxanna shrugged.
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore," was the gold-eyed woman's reply.
Christy walked up at that point, a huge smile on her face, followed closely by Mark Callaway, aka The Undertaker.
"Well done ladies! That's exactly what Dray wanted out of you all! He's gonna be ecstatic!" Christy exclaimed.
"We just saw him," Roxanna replied with an amused chuckle. "He was close to bursting outta his seat!"
Christy giggled in response. "That sounds just like him."
"You girls did great. You carry on like this and we boys may have to up our game," Mark commented with a smirk.
At that, Melina and Beth beamed, while Roxanna smiled at Mark gently. Roxanna received praise from Mark on plenty of occasions, especially after she had that epic match with one of her best friends, Amy Dumas at WrestleMania 22 back in 2006. But it's rare to hear him praise the other Divas.
Mark then turned to his student of sorts and close friend, smiling at her.
"Roxy, you surprised me when you pulled off that Hell-sault! I never thought you'd be able to pull it off again. Well done!" he praised, making Roxanna blush slightly.
"Thanks Mark," she murmured.
"Aww, Kitty-Kat is blushing!" Melina teased, making Roxanna glare at her.
"Don't call me that!" she growled, making Mark and the others laugh. Beth turned to Roxanna, a grateful smile on her face.
"Thank you Roxy," she said, getting a confused look from her.
"Why you thankin' me?" Roxanna asked.
"Well, I've never fought someone from the attitude era before. While I have worked with Trish a few times, getting the chance to fight you was a real honour!" Beth replied truthfully.
Roxanna gave Beth a soft smile, a light blush on her face. "Well, you're really talented Beth. It's the least I could do."
"Come on, lets go back to the locker room. I have a bottle of tequila in my locker that's waiting to be opened," Michelle said, smirking as she began to walk off.
"Wait a minute... what's a bottle of tequila doin' in yer locker?!" Roxanna asked as she and the rest of the Divas started walking off. "I hope you ain't planning on driving tonight?!"
"This actually could work," Vickie said to Christy with a smile before walking off.
"Tell Dray I said to keep up the good work," Mark commented with a smirk.
"I'll let him know," Christy replied with a smile, watching Mark walk off, before stepping into the gorilla to find her boyfriend.
. . . .
Just before Smackdown went off air...
Sheree walked out of Dray's office with a huge smile on her face. "That's an awfully big smile. Must be good news."
Sheree looked towards the voice to see a woman with wavy red hair that went down to her shoulders and light brown eyes. She was wearing a plain black tank top, light blue skinny jeans and a pair of black heeled boots. She held a dark brown leather jacket over her right shoulder. A calm, almost amused smile was on the redhead's face as she approached Sheree.
Although she was a tiny bit taller than Sheree and her muscles weren't all that big, Sheree could see the strength and power from the woman in front of her, thanks to all the years of training with her mentor.
"You could say that Jay," Sheree replied, slightly giddy.
Jay raised an eyebrow at that. "This wouldn't have anything to do with those Fatal-4-Way matches would it?"
Sheree smiled in response. "Lucky guess. I might be getting a huge push soon. Maybe even possibly towards the Women's Championship."
"Really?! That's great Sheree! Have you told your family yet?" Jay asked. Sheree shook her head.
"I will when it's actually confirmed. I don't wanna get their hopes up. I can't believe I might be getting a shot at the Women's Title! Hopefully I get to reinvent my character," Sheree replied, still shocked, making Jay chuckle.
"Yeah... in Kayfabe, the Divas have been giving you a hard time these last two years. And hey. Who knows, if all goes well, maybe you'll actually win!" Jay replied.
Sheree looked away from her shyly. "I don't know bout that. I mean... it's still early. The fans might think I'm not ready yet."
"Sheree, you've been in the WWE for 2 years now. Who cares what the fans think. You're plenty ready. And with WrestleMania on the way, this is the perfect time to showcase some of that strength you hide away if you know what I mean," Jay replied, poking Sheree's biceps with a smirk.
"I ain't got nothing to hide!" Sheree protested, swatting away Jay's hand, getting a chuckle out of her.
Suddenly, Dave Bautista, aka Batista speed-walked towards the two, a nervous expression on his face.
"Oh no, What did you do now?" Jay asked with a frown as he neared them.
"Can we just go! Like right now! Before Kerry kills me!" Dave whined, making Jay roll her eyes with a shake of her head.
"See you around Sheree," she said, bidding the young woman farewell, before walking off with Dave, scolding him on their way to the parking lot. Sheree chuckled and walked towards the women's locker room, wanting to catch up with the SmackDown Divas and see how they were doing.
OC Profile
Real name: Roxanna Steele
Ring Name: Tara Stone
Height: 5'12
Status: WWE Diva, WWE Veteran
Nickname(s): "The Princess of Death Valley", "Goth Queen" (By Melina), "Kitty-Kat", "The Lioness of the Divas Division", "The Queen of WWE"
Mentor: Mark "Undertaker" Callaway (Undertaker)
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Billed from: Death Valley
Born: January 1, 1979
Wrestling Debut: 1998 (19)
WWE Debut: February-March 1999 (Age 20)
Age: 28
Signature:
Last Ride
Old School
Hell-Sault (Moonsault)
Finisher:
Tombstone Piledriver
Championship/ Accomplishment:
3-Time Women's Champion
8-0 at WrestleMania
Themes:
"Graveyard Symphony" by Jim Johnston (April 1999 - March 1999)
"Ministry" by Jim Johnston (March 1999 - September 1999)
"American Bad Ass" by Kid Rock (May 2000 - December 2000)
"Rollin (Air Raid Vehicle)" by Limp Bizkit (December 2000 - May 2000; March 2003)
"Dead Man Walking" by Jim Johnston (May 2002 - September 2002)
"You're Gonna Pay" by Jim Johnston (September 2002 - November 2003)
"Rest in Peace" by Jim Johnston (March 2004 - present)