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Raea Victoria: Get on with it! I want to tell the story!

Okay! Geez, Rae. Why don't you do the disclaimer?

Raea Victoria: All right. The only things that Ally owns in this story are Seras Victoria Ride, Hinata, the plot for the most part, and me! All the other names, places, titles, etc. belong to their rightful owners.

You did a really good job, Rae!

Raea Victoria: Thanks, Ally!

Enjoy the story, folks!

Backstage
I stared at my two ring gear selections, wondering which one I should wear. One was a three piece leather costume (three pieces counting the jacket) with white fur on the bottom of the short skirt. I would wear black heels with it if I decided to wear it tonight. The other had a white long sleeve shirt with stripes on the back that would go across my back if I chose it. The jean shorts were seriously short, and my boots would reach all the way up to my knees. Suddenly, I heard someone say, "Excuse me, Azrael."

I turned and saw Josh Matthews, holding a WWE microphone in his hand. I sighed. "What is it, Josh?" I asked.

"Later on tonight, Randy Orton, one of the superstars you're managing, is gonna go against WWE Champion The Miz, who you also manage. We also heard from the anonymous Raw GM that there will be a Special Guest Enforcer in this match. Who do you believe the Special Guest Enforcer is going to be?" he asked, putting the mike to my mouth.

I almost smiled. I knew who the Special Guest Enforcer was going to be. Randy, Mike, and Alex knew it too, but the GM told me not to tell anyone who it was. Keep a straight face, I thought. Don't let them know that you know who it is. "I have no idea who the Enforcer would be. The GM probably chose someone who is an outsider to this whole thing."

"Alright. Who's corner are you going to be in?"

"Usually, I would be in the Champion's corner, like my contract says, but since Alex Riley is in The Miz's corner, I'm going to be in Randy's."

Just then, I felt someone breathing down my neck. I turned away from Josh to face The Miz and Alex Riley.

"You're not gonna be in my corner. Really?" Mike asked.

"Listen, Mizanin, we already talked about this. Besides, I can't be in your corner because you already have trunk monkey here in your corner," I told him, gesturing to A-Ri.

Alex started to say something as he put his face really close to mine, but Mike put his arm on Alex's chest. "Fine. I don't need your help at all. I'll win this match myself."

I scoffed. "First time for everything."

"I won this by myself!" Mike said, lifting up the WWE Championship.

"No you didn't. The Nexus helped you by ambushing Randy and then you—" I stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked at the hand and I knew who it was. I would recognize that hand anywhere. My blue eyes moved up his chest and finally connected with his.

"Don't complain about it, Raea. Like I said the week after, I would have done the same thing in his position," Randy told me, looking at me with his blue eyes. He looked over at Mike and Alex and glared at them, his blue eyes now turned ice cold. "But I'm going to win it back. Tonight. Special Guest Enforcer or no. That title's coming back to where it belongs."

Mike and Alex glared back at him as they backed out of my room. After they left, the camera turned off. I sighed.

"You did fine," Randy told me.

"Did I look like I knew who the Enforcer was when I was answering Josh?" I asked.

He shook his head as Mike and Alex came back in.

"That was awesome!" Mike said. Randy, Alex, and I all rolled our eyes. "What?" he asked.

"As if you didn't know!" Alex said.

We all laughed. I turned away from them to look at my selections and sighed again.

"What's the matter, Rae?" Mike asked me.

"I don't know which one to wear!" I told him.

"It doesn't matter! You're gonna end up wearing something different after we come out!" Randy said.

"No, I'm not."

Mike walked closer to the bench where my selections lay. "What about that one?" he asked, pointing to the three piece.

Alex and Randy looked at the one Mike pointed at and nodded.

"Should I wear it every time I go out to the ring since my music is gonna change?"

"That's not a good idea. You should just wear it for tonight," Randy said.

I smiled and nodded. "Now, you three have to scat!"

They nodded and ran out as I started to change into my outfit.

Entrance Ramp & Ring
It was time for Randy's and Mike's match for the WWE Title. I was ready for it, and I knew what to do. Randy, Mike, and Alex were standing right beside me, getting ready for the match. I bounced from my left foot to my right, back and forth over and over again. Alex put his hand on my shoulder.

"You nervous?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I know what I'm supposed to do," I told him.

"What are you supposed to do?"

I smirked at him. "Make sure you don't help Mike."

He playfully glared at me. "I'll help him whenever I want to help him whether or not you're watching the match."

I giggled. Then we heard Justin Roberts' voice coming from the speakers, saying, "The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Championship!"

"Wish me luck," Mike said as he and Alex prepared to go out to the ring.

I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good luck you two," I said to Mike and Randy.

"What about me?" Alex asked.

"You're not participating, remember? You're just managing Mike."

He slapped himself on the forehead.

"You ready to come out?" the guy in charge of starting the music asked Mike and Alex.

"Yep," Mike answered.

Then the four of us heard Mike's voice say, "AWESOME!" After, "I Came to Play" by Downstait started to play and Mike and Alex went through the curtain.

"Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Alex Riley, he is the current WWE Champion, The Miz!" we heard Justin announce. Randy and I looked at the TV screen in the back and saw Mike, holding the WWE title, and Alex, holding the silver briefcase, walk down to the ring. When they finally got to the ring, Mike ran up the steps and did his signature pose, his left leg out, his right leg bent behind his back, and holding the WWE title in his left hand. He then entered the ring, went over to the left turnbuckle closest to where he was, and lifted the belt up in the air. A-Ri entered a few seconds after Miz did. Randy and I also heard Michael Cole clapping.

"Cole, will you please sit down?" Jerry "the King" Lawler asked, clearly annoyed at Cole's behavior.

"Now there is a man who deserves the WWE title! He's the must see champion!" Cole praised, ignoring King.

"Yeah, you 'must see' him get beaten up and lose the title to Randy Orton," King muttered.

"Don't say that, King. Just because you didn't become the champion last month in the TLC match on Raw doesn't mean that you should be so grouchy."

"It's your fault that I'm not the champion right now. You just had to grab hold of my leg when I was climbing up the ladder."

"You're up, Randy. Ready?" music guy asked him.

Randy nodded. I massaged his shoulders, helping him get into his character. He then walked up the steps to the curtain.

"Go get him, Legend," I said to him. It was something I always called him in our Evolution days when he decided to call himself the Legend Killer.

He smirked at me and nodded when "Voices" by Rev Theory started to play.

"And introducing the challenger. From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, Randy Orton!" Justin announced as I watched Randy walk down the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face.

"Now there's someone I'd like to see win the title tonight," King said as he pointed at Randy.

"King, we're supposed to be neutral when it comes to matches like these! We're broadcast journalists, not wrestlers!" Cole said, clearly annoyed.

King laughed. "That's ironic coming from you."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been cheering for The Miz ever since he won that match against Eugene! There's something I'm curious about though."

"What?"

"Where's Azrael? Isn't she supposed to be in his corner tonight?"

"She did say that before this match started, but no one probably knows why she isn't out here in the Viper's corner but her," Cole told him. Randy stopped at the end of the entrance ramp, his ice cold eyes locked on Mike for a few seconds. Then he looked at the title on Mike's shoulder, his message clear. He then walked up the steps and entered the ring, his eyes still locked on the WWE Championship on Miz's shoulder. He walked over to the opposite turnbuckle Mike went up to show the WWE Universe his belt. Randy did the pose that he used to do in our post-Evolution days. He climbed back down to the mat.

"You're next, Azrael. You ready?" music guy asked me.

I turned to face him. "I'm ready," I told him. I started walking up the stairs to the entrance ramp. Just then, an electronic beeping echoed throughout the arena and backstage. I turned back to watch Cole stand up, a WWE microphone in his hand. He was met with a chorus of boos from the WWE Universe.

"May I have your attention please?" he asked. "I have just received an e-mail from the anonymous Raw General Manager." He then walked over to the laptop that was on a stand with a red circle with the Raw logo surrounded by the words "General Manager." "And I quote: 'If you don't mind, Justin Roberts, I would like to be the one to announce the Special Guest Enforcer.'" Justin exited the ring as the WWE Universe let out a chorus of "What?". "'Introducing the Special Guest Enforcer. From St. Louis, Missouri. At the height of 5'6'', weighing in at 125 pounds,'" Cole paused as the WWE Universe let out another chorus of "What?". I knew that Cole had a confused look on his face before he read the name of the Special Guest Enforcer.

I heard my new theme, "Fantasy" by Maria Kanellis, start to play just as Cole announced, "'Azrael Victoria?'" I walked through the curtain and entered the ring area, a smirk shining on my face. I saw the surprised look on Mike's and Alex's faces and I smirked even wider as I made my way to the ring. I paused when I got to the bottom of the ramp to look at Randy. He gave me a small nod. I walked over to the steel steps, my smirk now gone, replaced by a look of utter confidence as I ran up the steel steps and grabbed the top rope. The camera was now focused on me. I started to enter the ring, but I stopped before I put the top half of my body in. I brought the top half of my body out again and started to hang lazily on the apron. I smirked at the camera and winked confidently. After, I entered the ring, ran over to the turnbuckle where Randy did his old pose and lifted both of my arms up and crossed my arms at my wrists and made John Cena's "Word Life" symbol with my fingers, making sure that my pinkies were touching. I set my arms at my sides and then, just like I practiced tons of times before, I jumped off the turnbuckle, front flipped twice, and landed on my feet. "Fantasy" then faded out. As "Fantasy" faded out, Mike took this opportunity to yell at me.

"You said that you weren't gonna be the Enforcer!" he yelled.

I ran up to him and got so close to him that my nose was touching his mouth. "Lesson one, Mizanin: Don't believe me when I say that I'm not gonna be what I eventually turn out to be," I told him calmly, a little too calmly.

Mike backed off. I smirked. The ref then told me to get out of the ring. I walked over to Randy's side of the ring, clasped his hand, and said, "Bring it home, Legend."

He nodded. I then let go of his hand and exited the ring, standing a few inches away from the commentator's table where King and Cole were sitting. Alex was a few feet away from me, glaring at me as if it would scare me off. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head toward the ring as the ref made sure that Randy and Mike were not fighting yet. He then made the signal to the bell ringer to ring the bell. The bell rang and one of the matches that I had been looking forward to since it was made four weeks ago when Randy won the Number One Contender's Triple Threat Steel Cage match against Wade Barrett and Sheamus (I realize that he's now calling himself King Sheamus, but I absolutely refuse to call him that.). I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched the match go back and forth. The action kept splitting between Randy and Mike, with me keeping Alex from helping Mike. Nineteen minutes and 48 seconds later (Yeah, I pay attention to how long a match is), CM Punk and his groupies came out. Punk motioned to his goons to go up on the apron and right then I knew what was about to happen. I ran over towards Punk and said, "Don't even think about it."

Punk put his arms up like he was going to surrender, but it was too late. The Nexus members already distracted Randy and that helped Mike to knock Randy down and pin him for the win.

When I heard the bell ring and Justin announce, "Here's your winner and still WWE Champion, The Miz!" and "I Came to Play" echoing throughout the arena, I glared at Punk. He just smiled at me. I felt like making his face kiss the steel of the ramp really hard just to make sure that he and his lackeys don't make the same mistake again. As soon as the Ns left, I moved my attention to Miz. He was breathing heavily as he raised the WWE title up in the air. Alex was by his side, smirking at me as if he knew this was going to happen. I glared at him as I entered the ring for the second time that day, knowing that at the commentator's table, Cole was praising the fact that Miz kept the title from the grasp of Randy Orton. I ran over to Randy, keeping eye contact with Mike and Alex and my teeth clenched behind my lips. I helped him up as I told him what happened.

After I finished, I asked him, "What are you gonna do now?"

"The only thing I can do: Win the Rumble and go against Miz at WrestleMania," he answered as we walked over to the apron, "and you're gonna help me." He exited the ring, but then he sat down on the middle rope even though I felt that I should do it for him after the hell he'd been through.

I went through the ropes. He climbed down onto the ground and helped me down. "What do you mean? I can't participate in the match. You know that."

"Beth Phoenix and Chyna did, so why not you?"

"Let me get this straight: You want me to participate in the Rumble so I can help you win it."

"Exactly."

I hesitated as we walked up the ramp. "I...don't know, Randy." I stopped walking when and idea popped into my head.

Randy looked at me warily. "What are you thinking?"

I smirked. "I have a better idea."

"You have a better idea than you participating in the biggest Rumble in WWE history?"

I nodded, still smirking. I knew he was wary about my ideas because in the past my ideas...let's just say they worked, just not in my (or anyone involved) favor.

He sighed, defeated. "What's your plan, Rae?"

I clapped silently. "I'll tell you when we get backstage."

Backstage

I was sitting on the bench in my locker room, reading a book. The Fatal Four Way match for the Diva's Championship was going on. Randy was tapping his foot. "Well?" he said impatiently.

I looked up at him innocently. "Well what?" I answered.

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Why can't I stay mad at you?"

"Because I'm Azrael and I'm...AWESOME!"

Randy laughed at my perfect imitation of Mike when he's The Miz. "Tell me your plan."

I closed my book and said, "I definitely help you win the Rumble, but I don't participate."

Randy looked at me, completely shocked.

"Just hear this one out: I come out when you come out and sit right where I stood in your match against Miz or by King. When you're about to get eliminated, I come over and distract the one who's going to eliminate you and then you eliminate them. How's that?"

"That's a good plan, but what about if Miz comes out to eliminate either me or someone else like Cena?"

"Don't worry. I've got it covered."

"I hate it when you say that."

"I seriously do though. I'll keep him distracted long enough for you to win the Rumble."

Entrance Ramp & Ring

Less than 38 superstars were in the ring right now, going for the chance to get a title shot at this year's WrestleMania. Randy and I were in the back, getting ready to go out to the ring. He looked at me. "Are you sure you want to do this, Rae?" he asked me.

"Absolutely positive. You have to win the Rumble. I want to do everything I can to help make that happen," I told him confidently as the WWE Universe started counting down the seconds until the next competitor came out. The two of us stood behind the curtain, ready to face the the group of superstars that were currently in the ring.

...Five...

...Four...

...Three...

...Two...

...One...

The buzzer went off, "Voices" started to play, and we walked out together, side by side. We parted ways at the end of the ramp, but, before he went into the ring and I went over to sit at the place where I stood a few matches ago, he said, "Remember what you told me."

I nodded. He then slithered into the ring. I stood there for a few seconds. Then I walked over to where I was standing a few matches earlier, grabbed a chair, opened it up, and sat down on it. I sat down. After, I turned to look at the commentator's table where I saw King waving at me. Cole was as well, but he was only doing it because I was managing the superstar he talked about a lot since he became champion. King then motioned for me to come sit with him. I smiled and gave a small nod as I stood up, folded the chair again, put it back under the ring, and walked over to the table. There was always an open chair at commentary just in case some Superstar or Diva decided to be a commentator for a match. I sat in the one next to King and put on a headset.

"Welcome, Raea!" King said happily.

"Good to see you, Rae!" Cole said cheerfully.

"It's good to be at commentary, King," I said to King, completely ignoring Cole. I didn't bother looking at him since I was too focused on Randy just in case he needed my help.

Cole cleared his throat, clearly upset that I didn't say his name at all.

"You're distracting me, Cole," I said to him calmly.

"Hey! You're the one who decided to come over here!" Cole said, a little less upset now that I actually talked to him.

I rolled my eyes.

"Why'd you come out here with Randy?" King asked me.

"I did say that I was gonna come out with him before the match between Cole's boyfriend and him took place, didn't I?" I asked back.

"Yes you did."

"I'm keeping my word."

"You didn't keep it when you said you were always gonna be in Miz's corner!" Cole told me, clearly upset that I said that Mike was his boyfriend on national television.

"It's not my fault he has his trunk monkey, Riley, in his corner already!"

"Why do you call A-Ri trunk monkey?"

"Because I can."

"Anyway," King said, trying to cool Cole and me down, "who do you think is gonna win the Rumble tonight?"

"Isn't it obvious, King?" Cole asked before I could even open my mouth to answer. "She's hoping that A-Ri will win."

"I can answer questions on my own, Cole. I have a voice, after all. What Cole said is a lie, King. I'm not hoping that Miz's second trunk monkey will win this. I'm actually hoping someone else besides Riley will win," I answered. Namely Randy, I added in my mind.

"Is there anyone that you hope won't win?" King asked me, glad that we quit talking about Mike.

"I can name a few Superstars off the top of my head that I hope won't win."

"Can you tell us?"

"Let's see. Alberto del Rio, Alex Riley, any of the members of Nexus, Tyler Reks, Tyson Kidd, Jack Swagger, Sheamus—"

"That's King Sheamus, Azrael," Cole interrupted, reminding me that Sheamus is, unfortunately, the 2010 King of the Ring.

"—Kane, and Dolph Ziggler," I finished, completely ignoring Cole.

"I noticed that you didn't mention any members of The Corre. Would you mind explaining that to our viewers at home who didn't hear your explanation on Raw last Monday?"

"Sure. I am a member of The Corre because I lost a bet with Wade Barrett."

"What did you bet?"

"I bet that you and Randy would beat Cole's boyfriend and his trunk monkey."

"But you were right," King said before Cole could say anything about me calling Miz his boyfriend again.

"Yes I was, but I bet that you two would win a different way and I won't describe the way I thought the match would end. If you recall, Miz walked away from Riley, letting you and Randy get the pin."

"I do remember that." He sounded proud of himself for that victory.

"Wade bet that that would happen. So, I became a member of The Corre on Tuesday at nine."

"Wait a minute, you remember the exact time when you became a member of The Corre?" Cole asked.

I nodded. "Wade wanted to make me a member the same time he made his WWE debut."

"When he was a rookie on NXT."

I nodded again. "Because last year NXT started at nine and was on SyFy instead of on ."

Randy was doing well. He had already eliminated Kofi Kingston, Sheamus, and Wade. Just then, Mike came running out.

"Wait, what's Miz doing out here?" I heard King ask.

"He's probably gonna go help A-Ri," Cole said. I then ripped off my headset, stood up, and ran over to where Mike was standing, ignoring Cole's pleas to let Mike do what he came out to the ring to do. He turned toward me.

When I was finally close to him, I said, "Don't do it."

He smirked and rolled his blue eyes at me. He then moved his eyes toward John Cena. I then realized that he wasn't going to go after Randy. He was going to go after John to make sure that he wouldn't win the Rumble and challenge him for the WWE title at WrestleMania.

I shook my blond head and said, "No."

His smirk grew wider and nodded his head. "Don't help him," he ordered.

I glared at him because now I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop him at all. I watched helplessly as he eliminated John.

John stared at me, his face expressionless, but his eyes were telling me that he was upset with me. If it was even possible, Miz's smirk grew even wider as he walked back up the ramp. John then asked me, "Why didn't you stop him?"

"I'm sorry, John. He ordered me not to stop him. You know my contract says that I can't disobey an order from the champion I manage," I told him sadly.

John nodded and walked up the ramp back to the locker room. I clenched my fists at my sides. Even though I knew that was going to happen, it still bugged me to no end. I walked back over to the Raw commentator's table, angry at Miz for what he did and keeping my eyes locked on Randy to make sure that he was doing okay. When I finally got back to the table, I sat down and put on the headset angrily.

"You deserved that, you know?" Cole told me smugly.

I clenched my fists tighter. "Shut your mouth, Cole," I said calmly.

"I think you should explain to the fans why you couldn't help Cena," King said.

I sighed. "While I was in Evolution with Randy, Dave, Hunter, and Ric, I could manage whoever I wanted to manage. Vince wanted to change that. So he arranged a match between me and this mystery Diva. If I lost, Vince would give me a new contract," I explained, not bothering to look at either of the Raw commentators.

"That sounds good," King said.

"But it wasn't."

"What would've happened if you won?"

"If I won, I would have been able to do whatever I wanted without getting in trouble for it. The match happened at the next week's Raw. I thought I was ready and I thought I could win, but I was wrong."

"Who was your opponent?"

"My sister Seras." Seras was my storyline sister. She was on the injured list at the time of the Rumble, but she told me she would rather be there instead of at home. She got put out of action when she had her match against Hinata, the Diva version of Sheamus. "I was overconfident. I thought I could beat her like I did many times before, but..."

"She had more experience than you did since she started the same time as Triple H."

I nodded. "In the final moments of the match, I went for the Liplock and she countered with the Jutsu and that led to the three count. Vince then came out and announced that I would get my new contract the next week." The Jutsu was Seras's version of the Pedigree.

"So you got and signed your new contract the week after. What did it say?"

"It said that whatever brand I'm part of for the rest of my career, I have to manage the major champion of that brand and I have to do whatever they tell me to do."

"But you haven't been doing what it says lately," Cole reminded me.

"My contract says something about that too. It says that if the major champ already has a manager, then I could manage the Superstar he's going against."

Just then, I saw Kane come running out to the ring. One minute and thirty-six seconds later, Rey Mysterio eliminated him. Eight minutes and ten seconds after Randy and I came out, I saw that he was in trouble. I said, "Sorry about this guys, but I've gotta go." I then ripped off the headset for the second time during that match and ran over to where Randy was getting close to being eliminated. When I saw that del Rio was the one eliminating him, I got an idea. I ran back over to where Ricardo Rodriguez was sitting and pulled him out of his chair as I grabbed him by the throat. I shouted, "Hey, del Rio!"

He then looked over at me and saw that I was holding his personal ring announcer. His eyes grew wide as he loosened his grip on Randy. I smirked and cockily winked at him the way he always did on SmackDown. Randy then struck del Rio on his back. I then let go of Rodriguez, still smirking as I made a mental note to apologize to Rodriguez when all the fans were gone. Eight seconds later, I heard a body hit the arena floor. I quickly turned and saw Randy lying on the ground, glaring at del Rio with ice cold eyes. I quickly ran over to him.

"I'm sorry," I told him.

"It's alright, Rae. That distraction before worked very well," he told me. He then held out his hand. I took it and we walked back to the locker room. The only two that were left were Santino Marella and del Rio.

Backstage

When I noticed Mike and Alex, I glared at Mike.

"What? You knew I was supposed to do that!" Mike told me.

"I know, but I'm just practicing for tomorrow night because you know I'm supposed to be angry with you for what you did tonight," I answered.

He nodded.

"Can you guys keep quiet? I'm trying to see who's gonna win the Rumble!" Alex complained.

Mike, Randy, and I then turned toward the TV that showed us Santino was in trouble. I was about to run back out to the ring to stop the inevitable, but Randy put his hand on my shoulder to stop me, like he knew what I wanted to do.

"Why not?" I asked.

He didn't answer. He just kept his eyes locked on the TV. I slowly moved my eyes back to the final two competitors in the biggest Rumble in WWE history. Then I watched as Santino fell over the top rope and on to the arena floor. As soon as Santino's body hit the floor, the bell rang and del Rio's theme echoed throughout the arena. Rodriguez then announced in Spanish that Alberto del Rio was the winner of the Royal Rumble and Cole was praising the fact that he won even though the Viper Diva (me) distracted him from his destiny. I rolled my eyes as the confetti came down from the rafters and fell onto the ring.

I looked at Randy. He looked like he was planning something. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He looked down at me and smirked. "I'll tell you later," he told me, clearly not wanting to tell me his idea in front of Mike and Alex.

I nodded. A few hours later, the fans were gone and the ring was covered in confetti. I ran over to where Rodriguez was and shouted, "Hey, Rodriguez!"

He turned toward me. When he saw me, he smiled.

When I finally got close to him, I said, "I'm sorry about what I did during the Rumble."

He held his hand up. "It's alright, Victoria. I know you wanted Orton to win, but you can't change the inevitable," he said.

I sighed. "Thanks for reminding me. See you on Raw tomorrow night?"

"Yes. Especially since he's gonna choose who he's gonna face at WrestleMania."

I nodded and ran back to the locker room. I saw Randy reading the book I was reading during the Fatal Four Way earlier in the night. I smiled. "You were curious about what it was about, right?" I asked.

He looked up at me, smiled, and nodded. He patted the area of the bench next to him.

"Don't forget you promised to tell me what you were thinking about when we saw del Rio win the Rumble."

"You're right, I did promise to tell you. It involves the new Nexus," he told me.

It peaked my interest. "Go on."

"Well, tomorrow night, Harris and McGillicutty are gonna go against Santino and Vladimir in a tag team title match."

"Yeah?"

"Well, after the match, I'm going to come running out to the ring and RKO both of them."

I smirked. "It doesn't end there, does it?"

He smirked back at me and shook his head. "I'm then gonna punt one of them in the skull. And I want you to punt the other one."

I thought about it for a minute. Then I said, "It's a brilliant idea. But the thing is I wanna know why Punk and the Nexus interfered when they had no business getting involved in that match between you and Mike."

"I want to know that too. We'll probably find out about it sometime soon. But are you gonna help me? I know that you used to be a member, but this is a different Nexus than the one you and Cena were part of."

I sighed. "I know that. And I will help you out with it."

He smiled at me and hugged me. "We'll get 'em back for what they did tonight. That's a promise."