For the return of the Ronda and Clementine show, the two stars had been driven out to a race track which staged demolition derby races on a semi-regular basis. The car that they were riding in was fitted with cameras and they were wearing microphones, so that their initial arrival and reactions were captured for the show. They had just been driven past the large building that served as the race track's reception area, offices and changing areas. Their destination was the pit area at the side of the race track.

"That's not what I expected," Ronda said slowly, looking out of the window to get her first sight of the track they were going to be competing on. She had seen that it wasn't even a tarmac surface, it was dirt. And, even more concerning from her point of view, it was a figure eight shape.

"Uh, I am seeing that right?" Clementine said hesitantly. "Does the track cross over itself?"

Ronda turned to her and grinned. "It sure does. I guess they mean it when they say destruction."

"I guess they do," Clem said, eyes wide. "I'm glad Lexi didn't come with us. She'd have a cow if she saw that. She was reluctant enough about me coming to begin with."

"Not Dean," Ronda laughed. "He wishes he could be out there with us. He was telling me he's always wanted to do something like this, smashing cars to bits. He said he wishes he was here to do with us."

"Why does that not surprise me from him?" Clem said with a little laugh.

Their car pulled up near to the awaiting film crew. A tall man with short grey hair who looked to be in his mid-fifties was also standing there waiting for them, wearing racing overalls. They had been told ahead of time that they would be met by someone who would give them instruction on driving the special cars used in destruction derby racing.

Ronda and Clem got out of the car. Ronda's side was the closest to the man in the overalls, so she was the first to greet him, offering a handshake and a smile. "Hi, I'm Ronda."

"Sam Monte," the man said in a pleasant manner, accepting the handshake.

"This is Clementine," Ronda said, gesturing to her friend.

"Hi, Clementine. Nice to meet you."

"Good to meet you," Clem said happily. "So, you're the guy who's going to show us how to kill ourselves out there?"

Sam laughed. "Actually, I'm going to show you how not to kill yourselves out there, and in an ideal world, I'll show you how you can win the race tomorrow."

"Some chance of that," Ronda said with a laugh. "Just show me which car is Clem's so I can smash it up, and I'll be happy."

Clem put on her saddest expression. "Isn't she mean to me?"

Sam laughed again at their antics before gesturing off to his right where two cars were parked, covered in black sheets. "WWE had a car customised for each of you for the purposes of your show," he explained. "What do you say we take a look at them?"

"I didn't know they were going to do that," Clem said to Ronda, wondering if her friend had been keeping a secret from her.

"Neither did I," Ronda said excitedly. "Come on, let's go check them out."

"We'd better make the most of them now, before we wreck them," Clementine said as they walked over to the cars. Now that they were at the race track, she was looking forward to the prospect of carnage a lot more than she had expected to.

"Okay," Sam said when they reached the two hidden cars. He took hold of two corners of the black sheet, ready to pull it off to reveal the customisation to the girls. "This one is yours, Clementine. Ready?"

"Yes!" Clem cried.

With a flourish, Sam pulled the sheet off the car. Clementine yelped in delight at what she saw. The car was completely stripped out inside, apart from the two front seats and an elaborate roll cage, designed to reduce the effects of any serious impact on anyone inside the car. What had delighted Clem was the colour scheme – white with purple finishes and a big C on the hood, in the same style as her WWE-designed baseball caps that were starting to become something of a trend with the fans. They were certainly selling in much larger numbers than Clem had imagined would be the case.

"Clem, that's amazing!" Ronda exclaimed, looking at her friend with a beaming smile on her face.

"I take back what I said. I don't want to smash it up," Clem replied.

"Well, like it or not, it's going to get smashed up," Sam assured her with a grin as he moved on to the second car. "Ronda, this one is yours." He pulled the sheet off with another flourish.

"Oh yes," Ronda said, nodding her head in approval.

"I love that," Clem said.

Ronda's car was the same model as Clem's, with the same interior. This one was coloured black, though, and had 'The Arm Collector' painted along the side, with Ronda's WWE logo on the hood. It was noticeable that both cars were fitted with small cameras, so that the show's audience would be able to see the stars behind the wheel.

"I don't know about collecting arms, but I'll definitely be collecting some other cars," Ronda said. "Okay, Sam, when do we get to try them out?"

"First you'll follow me inside, where you'll watch a video to take you through the rules and safety information," Sam said. "Then we'll get you into your gear, and we'll take your cars for a spin. I'll go out with each of you in turn and help you get to grips with driving these bad boys."

"Sounds good to me," Ronda said, turning to look at her friend. "Clem?"

Clementine nodded. "Let's go."


Half an hour later, Ronda and Clementine were back outside, standing next to the cars once more. They were now wearing matching red racing overalls and gloves, and holding white crash helmets. Sam stood in front of them, also holding a crash helmet. "Okay ladies, who's going out first?" he asked.

Ronda and Clem looked at each other and Clem said, "You go first."

"Looks like it's me," Ronda said to Sam.

A few minutes later, Ronda was driving her car slowly onto the track, with Sam sitting beside her in the passenger seat. Clementine had immediately noticed the fact that the car sounded a lot more powerful than it looked. She imagined that if there had been any long straights on the track, which thankfully there was not, they could have gotten up to some serious speed.

She stood and watched Ronda start doing laps of the short track, slowly at first, but getting faster with each circuit. A cameraman stood nearby to capture Clem's reactions, including shouting encouragement to her friend.

Within a few minutes, Ronda was lapping quite quickly, sliding the back end of her car around the turns, obviously learning the technique under the tuition of Sam. Clem realised that before long, she would be the one in the driver's seat and she would be expected to drive like that. Fast driving wasn't something she was accustomed to at all, but she was willing to give it a go for the sake of the show.

Some time later, Ronda drove her car slowly back into the pit area where Clem and the film crew were standing. The amazing paint job was now covered in mud and dust. Clementine smiled to herself as she thought that it would be in much worse state at this time the next day, as would her own car.

"Clem! That's so much fun!" Ronda exclaimed as she got out of the car. She removed her helmet as she walked over to her friend. "It's a rush just to drive the track, feeling like you're slipping and sliding everywhere. I can't imagine what it will be like with all those other cars on the track with us."

"Chaos," Clem guessed.

Sam was also out of Ronda's car, and had made his way over to the pristine white one. "Alright, Clementine, you're up!" he called.

"Good luck, girl," Ronda said. "Do me a favour, will you? Be slower than me? It would really mean a lot."

"No promises," Clem chuckled. When she started walking away, Ronda gave her an encouraging slap on the back.

"All set, Clementine?" Sam asked when she approached the car, putting her helmet on.

"Call me Clem," she encouraged. "And yeah, I'm good to go. I can't promise to be fast, but…"

"We'll make sure you are," Sam assured her.

They got into the car and Clem fired up the engine. Again, she was struck by how powerful the cars sounded. She remembered from the safety video that she was expected to drive slowly while in the pit area.

"Nice and slow onto the track for me, Clem," Sam said.

"Sure." Clem got the car moving and cruised along the pit area, before turning onto the track. She felt herself take a deep breath when she applied more power. Her heart was starting to pound now, and her nerves made her grasp the wheel much tighter than usual.

"More gas," Sam encouraged her.

That proved to be a theme over the next few laps. No matter how fast Clem thought she was going, Sam kept urging her on to go faster and faster. Before long, the only way she could get round the corners was to slide her way around, barely keeping the car under control on the slippery dirt surface. It took all of her concentration just to avoid spinning out, and that was without a single other car out there with her. The next time she was on track, there would be nineteen other cars there too, making up a total field of twenty.

"Not bad, Clem," Sam said eventually. "Take us back into the pits, nice and slow."

By that point, Clem could feel herself sweating inside her race suit and helmet. As was so often the case, she cursed her nervous nature for getting her so worked up over something that hadn't really been dangerous at all.

She parked the car up near to Ronda's, killed the engine and got out, blowing out a sigh as her adrenaline began to subside.

"Yes, Clem! You were awesome!" Ronda exclaimed, jogging over for a hug.

"Oh man, that was hard work," Clem sighed while they hugged.

"It'll be harder tomorrow when there are twenty... well, eighteen other people crashing into us every chance they get."

"Ain't that the truth," Clem said. She wasn't entirely sure if she was looking forward to the race or dreading it.


Clementine pulled her car up to the start line. Looking up and to her left, she saw the lights that would signal the start of the race. The three lights would each go red until they were all lit, then they would go out to, signalling the start of the race.

Clem looked to her right. Ronda's car sat next to hers, just a few feet away. As the guests of honour for the race, they had been given the right to start on the front row. Behind them, the other eighteen cars were lining up.

In the black car, Ronda looked over and her eyes met Clem's. She smiled and gave her friend a thumbs up.

Clem waved back. Having no aspirations to win the race, Clem just wanted to try and make the finish. Since Ronda had announced her intention to cause as much destruction as possible, Clem had to believe that finishing would also mean winning the Ronda – Clementine battle.

"Okay, here we go," Clem said for the benefit of the future TV audience. Earlier in the day, she had felt nervous about the race. Now, though, her adrenaline was starting to take over. Her eyes felt like they were out on stalks as she looked at the lights.

The first light went red. Then the second. Then third. Twenty engines roared, ready to be unleashed.

The instant the lights went out, Clem launched her car off the line. To her own surprise, she had made a great start, leaving Ronda behind. She was actually leading as she rounded the first corner!

Thundering across the point in the middle of the figure eight track layout, it occurred to Clem that she would round the next corner, then find herself coming back to this point at a ninety degree angle, with who knew how many cars in the way. What shocked her the most was that she found herself cheering loudly.

"Woo! This is insane!" she cried.

Sliding the car around the corner to the best of her ability, Clem was still in the lead as she came out of it. Ahead was the figure eight intersection, and it was empty! All of the cars had already cleared it. What a relief that was!

Entering the third corner, Clem was starting to wonder where everyone else was. How was she still winning?

She soon got her answer. When she braked and began to slide into the turn, someone literally torpedoed up the inside of her, smashing into her with a hell of an impact and spinning her out. Her car ended up on the grass inside the turn.

"Jesus Christ. Wow," Clem gasped. She had just been involved in her first ever car wreck. It wouldn't be her last, she felt certain.

It only took Clem a matter of moments to get her badly dented car back on the track, but most of the field, including Ronda, had gone past her by then.

"Damn it!" Clem exclaimed in good spirits. Being overly competitive wasn't in her nature. "Let's go get the guy who did that!"

It took six laps for the moment Clem had been dreading – her first encounter with a bunch of cars at the figure eight intersection. Two cars were passing across it as she approached. Reacting in the only way she could, Clem turned to the left to avoid them.

Unfortunately for her, there was a third car coming. It clipped the back end of her car, sending her veering towards the grass. On instinct, Clem steered in the direction of the track to try and counter the effect of the impact and stay on the dirt. That was when things went into slow motion.

Despite her steering, the wheels on the left side of Clem's car went onto the grass. She had full right lock on the steering wheel, which made her front wheel dig into the grass. Before she knew what was happening, her car was in the air, rolling.

"Shit!" Clem yelped. Something for the production crew to bleep out later.

The car slammed down its roof, winding Clem with the impact. The windshield shattered, but thankfully was specially designed not to break and shower the driver with broken glass.

Again, the car rolled through the air, its momentum still carrying it forward at quite a speed. It landed back onto the roof once more, and kept rolling.

For a third time, the car flew through the air, slammed back onto its roof again, then finally came to rest in an upright position, albeit listing strangely to the left.

Winded, dazed, it took Clem a moment to take in what had happened. Her car had rolled three times, and was completely totalled. Her neck hurt, she realised, reaching a hand up to hold it.

The car had come to rest on the grass, right next to the side of the track. The others cars were driving slowly past, an indication of just how bad her wipe out was. The race had been neutralised to allow the trackside marshals to come and check if she was okay, and to help her out of the car.

Clem decided to sit still and try to catch her breath while she waited for help to arrive. At least, thanks to the roll cage, she had sustained no injuries other than the pain in her neck. Whiplash, she assumed. It sure did hurt.

A group of three men in hi-vis coats appeared next to the car and one of them pulled the driver's door. "Are you okay?" he asked loudly.

"Yeah," Clem replied. It had come out a lot quieter than she wanted, so she raised her voice and repeated herself. "Yeah, I'm okay."

The marshal helped her to remove her seat belts and offered a hand to help her out of the car. Doing so hurt her neck. "I think I have a whiplash," she told the guy who was helping her. She noticed that she was being applauded by the small crowd who had shown up to watch the race, so she gave them a vague wave to signal that she was okay.

"We've got a medical team who will check you out," she was assured. "Stick close to me, please. We need to guide you across the track."

Clem nodded her acknowledgement, again feeling pain in her neck. Since she had crashed on the inside of the figure eight, she would have to run across the track when there was a gap in the cars so that she could climb over one of the barriers on the outside, where safety awaited. Before attempting that mission, she glanced back at her car. How badly damaged it was took her by surprise. The bodywork was smashed almost beyond recognition, the left front wheel had come clean off the car and was nowhere to be seen, and all of the windows were shattered. If it hadn't been for the roll cage, she would have been in a lot of trouble.

"Christ," she said to herself.

"Look on the bright side," another of the marshals said. "We have an award for the biggest wreck of the night. I'd say you've got that in the bag."


A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. We know that Clem didn't win the race, but she might have won the wreck of the night award!

Next time, she's going to have to call Alexa and explain the fact that she got hurt, and she will also have to let Hunter know. A whiplash injury might give her issues in the ring for a while, so how would you handle her booking for the coming weeks on Smackdown? Let me know in a review!