Note: Well, I like that people like my story, but I am going to do this story in first person point of view from now on..thanks for reading!!!

I woke up and didn't know where I was; Both Shawn Michaels and the referee were crouched above me. I rub my head, because now I have an enormous headache. I sit up, and realize I'm still in the ring- and so are Kelly Kelly and Kennedy. The match was still going on.

"Are you alright?" Shawn asked, looking concerned.

"Y-yeah," I said, standing up, "I'm fine. What happened?"

"Kennedy came up behind you and shoved you, and you hit your head on the turnbuckle," Explained the referee, "Are you sure you are okay to continue the match?"

"Yeah," I awnsered, "I'll be alright."

"Well," Shawn began, "Get on the apron. I'll start from here."

I ignored the headache and did as I was asked to do; I didn't want to be here, but my will to please Shawn - and beat Kennedy and Kelly was greater than my will to go back to my hotel room and pass out again.

Shawn tackled Kennedy, throwing several punches to his head, throat and chest untill the referee finally made him get off. Scowling, I stared at Kennedy- he had only done that because he probably thought that Kelly couldn't handle me by herself. I hadn't like the exhibitionist from the beggining.

Shawn shoved Kennedy face first into the corner, waited untill he turned around and super kicked him so fast that I barley even saw it. Then, Shawn climbed to the top turnbuckle by me, and jump off, landing an elbow right in Kennedy's chest.

He did a pop-up, walked to the corner, and tagged me.

The whole crowd was confused, and so was I. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?

"Shawn, what are you doing??" I asked, confused.

"Go in and pin him!" He said urgently.

I didn't need to be told twice. I jumped ontop of the top turnbuckle and turned around to do my finisher, a twisting backflip called, 'Cyclone'. Then, I lifted up his leg, and the referee slid down to his stomach

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

The bell rung, and Lillian Garcia stood up and said, "And here are your winners...Kendra and Shawn Michaels!!!"

My music, "Cyclone" by T-Pain pumped and I stood up, grinning at Shawn, who promptly grabbed my wrist and lifted it high into the hair. Then we shared a hug.

We left, leaving Kely to look stunned at the events that just had taken place to her tag team partner. Kennedy was going to be mad, sure to blame it on the girl, but I didn't care.

"That was AWESOME!" Jeff yelled, running up on me, hugging me and spinning me in the air.

"Thanks, but my head hurts like a bitch," I said with a smile, then I turned to Shawn, "Thanks, Shawn. I don't know what I would have done with out you."

"Anytime," Said the showstopper with a grin, "See you later."

"Yup," I said, then as he walked away, I turned to Jeff, "Now, It's time to party"