A/N: I'm adding a few former divas to the diva's division to keep things interesting, rather then it being my OC vs Natalya or Beth Phoenix half the time. Also, I'm keeping the Women's Championship. The story is set just after Sheamus' face turn.

Angie's theme song is 'Rip It Up' by Jet.


Chapter 1.

July 2011 – Chicago, Illinois

The shaking in Angela's nerves grew as she listened to the crowd grow restless during the commercial break. She crossed her arms and fidgeted with her black Rosary bead necklace as she stood behind the curtain, waiting.

"Nervous?" A familiar voice chimed.

"Uh, no," Angela muttered, not turning to see who spoke, "no, I'm not nervous. I'm just - JAY!" She screamed the moment she saw the man standing behind her, leaping into his arms.

Angela held on to Jay Reso for dear life. He squeezed her tightly and chuckled, despite the World Heavyweight Championship belt being pressed into his stomach. "Hey, it's good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" Angela asked as she finally let go.

"Ange, is that how you greet a friend?" Jay pretended to be offended. "Particularly a friend you haven't seen in over two years."

Angela sighed and smiled apologetically.

"What have you been up to?" Jay questioned. "How's Australia?"

"Hot. Look, we can catch up later." Angela dismissed the first question. "What are you doing here? This is supposed to be a surprise."

'I hear voices in my head

They come to me

They understand

They talk to me'

Randy Orton's theme song played loudly over the sound system and the crowd began to cheer.

"I thought I saw you walk this way." Jay answered over the music. "I wanted to see if it was really you. You look great!"

Angela grinned as she turned to the television screen behind them to see Randy Orton standing in the ring. Just as he was about to speak Jay drew her attention away from the screen.

"Why are you so nervous for?" He noticed, as she chewed on her nails.

"I'm not nervous!" Angela insisted. Jay raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word. "I'm excited." She paused. "Okay, I'm a bit nervous." She let out a big breath and looked to the ground.

"Don't be. Everyone's gonna be thrilled seeing you back." Jay tried to comfort her.

The veteran Australian diva turned to the monitor again and let out a deep breath.

"Now, I've always said I don't care what it takes to become champion," Randy Orton stated, "all I know is I want it back and I will get it back."

'I've had enough

I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me.'

A mixture of jeers and cheers filled the arena and Angela couldn't suppress a smile as Wade Barrett, known to her as Stu Bennett, walked to the ring.

"It's good to be nervous, isn't it?" Angela tore her eyes away from the screen once more. "Keeps you focused." She seemed to be trying to reassure herself more than Jay.

"Right." Jay smirked and nodded.

"Don't you think," Stu spoke, his deep voice instantly recognizable, "you've had enough chances at the title? Huh, Randy?"

"What makes you think I care about chances?" Randy retorted, "When it comes to that title I don't care about chances or lines or who deserves the title most. There is nothing that can stop me from getting that title, just like there is nothing that can stop me from punting your head off."

The crowd applauded as Stu sneered and snickered silently.

"You may not care," Stu interrupted, "but you, as well as everyone in this arena, know that I deserve that title match more than anyone else on the Smackdown or Raw roster."

'It's a shame for they, lost their head

A careless man who could wind up dead

You wear your sin like it's some kind of prize

Too many lies, too many lies'

Angela started to chew her nails again as the man she briefly knew as Stephen, known in the WWE as Sheamus, strolled down the ramp to a roaring crowd, high fiving some of the fans on his way down. He looked different from the time they met; his red hair was longer and standing on end, probably spiked up with a ton of gel and hairspray and his facial hair was neatly groomed above his upper lip and lined along his jawline.

"Look at ya there Wade." Stephen grinned as pointed at the tall Englishman. "Bein' a horse's arse like always." Laughs soared from the audience and Angela's nerves subsided for a second as she giggled.

"There are lots of people who deserve a title shot more than you," the redheaded Irishman continued, "includin' Randy, but especially me. And Ah will kick both your heads off if you get in me way." His grin turned into as snarl as the two other superstars rounded up on him.

"I've gotta go." Jay pulled Angela out of her daze. Just as she was about to ask where he was going his theme song started playing. "Don't be too mean to me, okay stunner. It'll be just like old times."

"Just like old times." Angela beamed as Jay left the room. "Act surprised!" She yelled through the wall. Her hands started to tremble as she turned her attention back to the screen.


"Now, I know all you guys want a title shot," Jay spoke the moment he entered the ring. "Frankly, I don't think any of you deserve it, I think…"

"You know it's the Mack militant, coming to get it on."

"What is he doing here?" Michael Cole questioned over commentary.

"This is Monday night isn't it?" Jerry 'the King' Lawler quipped.

Teddy Long stopped at the stage and looked down the ramp at the four superstars in the ring. "Imma make this short and sweet with ya playas."

All four men furrowed their eyebrows as Teddy continued. "Randy, Wade, Sheamus." He paused. "You're all gonna get an opportunity to show who deserves a title shot… in a triple threat match this Friday on Smackdown. The winner will face Christian for the World Heavyweight Championship at SummerSlam."

The crowd cheered approvingly. "One more thing," the crowd was silenced, "that match at SummerSlam is gonna have a special guest referee."

"Who is it?" Jerry wondered aloud.

"Holla." Teddy left the stage to the tune of his theme song, leaving the crowd wondering.

After a lengthy wait Wade chimed in, "Now I will say this…"

'Get on you feet boys,

Rip it up, rip it up, if your ever gonna make it!'

"What?!" Michael exclaimed as the crowd erupted and each superstar's head's shot towards the titantron.

'Get on you feet girls,

Rip it up, rip it up, if your ever gonna make it!'

"I can't believe it!" Jerry belted as Angela strutted to the stage.

"I never thought I'd see Angie Sapphire in the WWE again, but she's here! The Australian Spitfire is back!"

Stephen's jaw dropped as he looked at the woman on the stage, her clenched fists raised high into the air and her eyes were closed as she seemed to be taking in the roaring atmosphere.

Her dark red lips eased into a smile as she made her way down to the ring with a confident stride, waving and pointing to the fans seated higher up. If she was nervous it didn't show.

She was striking, wearing a white sleeveless lace top that was cropped just above her bellybutton, black skinny leather pants that looked like a second skin and white skyscraper heels. Her thick hair had grown longer, past the middle of her back, and was slick straight with a fringe skimming her eyebrows. This was a far cry from the tearful, disheveled woman he had met in Manchester about five years ago.

"She looks fantastic!" Jerry complimented as she grabbed a microphone and climbed the stairs before entering the ring.

Stephen turned away for a moment to look at Stu, who was struggling not to smile as he was trying to stay in character.

Angela slowly circled the four wrestlers before stopping in front of them. She looked out over the crowd while they continued to cheer.

"Angie! Angie! Angie!" The crowd chanted. "Oi! Oi! Oi!"

Angela cheekily poked out her tongue as the chanting slowly died down.

"Wade," She gestured towards Stu, who couldn't contain a smirk, "I am so sorry to interrupt you, but I have a little announcement of my own." The crowd applauded with 'woos' and whistles.

"Not only am I gonna be the special guest referee at SummerSlam, but, as of tonight, the damsel is back, causing distress in the WWE!" Angela announced, causing the cheers to escalate.

She caught Stephen's eye for a moment and a smile tugged on her lips before she turned her attention to the crowd as he tried to ignore the flip his stomach gave.

"Now, that's not to say that I'll let things get out of hand." Angela gave a look of innocence to the camera.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stu cut in, remaining very much in Wade Barrett mode. "I don't care who you are. If you do anything to screw up my match at SummerSlam…"

"Your match?" Angela laughed and walked towards the much taller Englishman. "That's cute." Stu startled slightly when she reached up and pinched his right cheek, causing the crowd to cackle.

Stephen joined the crowd and expressed his amusement at the scene in front of him. Most women, and some men, would be too intimidated by Stu to even touch him like that. Then he remembered that Angela had been known to do this sort of thing throughout her career.

He had to turn his laughter into a cough when the image of the petite woman playing got your nose with Stone Cold Steve Austin popped up in his head.

"I gotta agree." Randy Orton interjected, face Stu as he spoke. "The only way that is going to be your match is if I'm not a part of the equation."

"Although, for once, I do agree with Wade on one thing," he then turned to Angela, "I've known you for a short while Angie girl, and you certainly are the type to cause distress, as you put it. Especially at the expense of others."

"I don't know where you guys are going with this," Angela grinned mischievously, "but regardless of who is in the match, I plan on calling this match right down the middle. There will be no bias…"

"I don't believe that for a second," Jay disrupted accusingly, playing the heel Christian, "I've known you the longest and if there's anyone I trust less then these guys," the champion pointed to the three challengers, "it's you, Angie."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Angela scoffed, "I was about to say," she strolled over to Jay, "that there will be no bias, unless any of you give me a reason to be bias." She drawled, fixing the collar of Jay's black t-shirt.

She then backed away and leisurely walked towards the ropes, her music playing once again as she exited the ring.

"To be honest," it was Stephen's turn to speak once the music stopped, "all Ah know is, it doesn't matter who the referee is. All that matters is, Ah'm gonna win that triple threat match and then go on to win the World Heavyweight Championship!" He roared to the crowd.