TITLE: Biggest And The Best
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: General
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: PG to PG-13 for strong language.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling ( WWE )
CAST: Marlena Russo-Cena (OC), John Cena, Jason Reso, Chris Irvine, Randy Orton, WWE RAW roster. Some Smackdown! Stars, and Tom Edson (OC)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. And I'm not really Vince Russo's daughter. (Could you imagine?) Rebecca/Marlena is credited to me, and Tom Edson is credited to my friend John. And new to the story, Marlena Russo's sister (twin) Candace is credited to my best friend in the ENTIRE world, Candace. :o) Also for reference Marlena's mother Alexandria is based on my mother (how she was, I should say). All of this is fictional, I'm not really married to John Cena away from the ring (God almighty a girl can wish.) This is just a bizarre story to pass time away for me. Any and all comments are more than welcome, and always appreciated.

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Chapter Ten: RAW in Detroit, MI
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RAW kicked off from Detroit, Michigan - "Across The Nation" by the Union Underground playing throughout the arena, and for the viewers at home, as the cameras panned over the crowd at the Joe Louis Arena. Such signs they came across, "SEX this!", "Elite Supporter", "Tom Edson SEX", "Call Me, Trish!" - - the fans ready for a night of action like only RAW could bring you! At the announce position, Jerry "The King" Lawler and Jim Ross were ready to call the night of action as they saw it, as they always did.

However, instead of a full intro, we're right to the ring! The first spot of the night featured a match pitting Shelton Benjamin against the monster named Tyson Tomko. It was a back and forth match that had Shelton nearly wasted off with a massive, bone crushing power bomb via Tomko. But where Tomko made his biggest mistake, was underestimating the U of M graduate. Shelton forcefully retaliated against Tyson, with a few solid, clubbing blows to the face, causing the big man to rock under the pressure. Tyson went to finish Shelton off with a big boot to the face, but found himself hung up to dry crotch first on the top rope. Shelton was able to capitalize with a modified dragon whip, that rattled Tomko, and then exploded with the T-Bone Suplex! Benjamin gained a hard fought, hard earned one, two, three victory over Tomko.

Jim Ross: "Shelton Benjamin pulls of quite the explosive win to kick of RAW, just one day removed from an AMAZIN' Bad Blood Pay-per-view!"

Jerry Lawler: "Ah yes, Bad Blood WAS pretty amazing, JR. The Champ is still the Champ, the S.E.X Evolution reigned supreme AND Rebecca Russo proved why she is a geeeeenius!" Lawler laughs "I told ya I loved that woman, JR!"

Jim Ross: "As 'genius' or 'resourceful' as you claim that little jezebel to be… she ruined Lita's dream of becoming Women's Champion, for no other reason than greed!"

Jerry Lawler: "You say that now, JR. But what happened was nothing shy of incredibly. I knew molly was more than pretty. She's pretty smart! Especially after teaming with Rebecca last night to take good ol' Red out of the picture!"

Jim Ross: "She's a creep, King. A lying, cheating, cre--"

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I am just over your shoulder
Baby
You make me feel colder
By turning away
Would you stop for a second?
I'm askin' you a question
About, "You know why I am?"
You know, you know, you know why.
I'm about to change your pretty mind…
I'm about to change your pretty life.
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"Pretty Life" by Jakalope began to play over the PA system, and the crowd released in an overwhelming chorus of boos. From the backstage area, emerged quite the familiar figure, as Rebecca Russo, dressed in tight fitting blue jeans with a silver glitter sparkle belt (equip with a playboy bunny belt buckle), a form fitting black corset top that laced blue and cut off over her belly button, and silver stiletto heeled shoes, all smiles. Her biggest accessory, was the Women's Title. She was cocky, no doubt, but as she walked out, she stood at the top of the ramp, microphone at-the-ready, ready to address her 'loyal following'.

Rebecca Russo: "I have been bombarded with letters, emails, text messages, AND phone calls… the whole nine yards and then some, in the past twenty-four hours. All of my beloved fans, family, friends, and followers…wanting to know the Very. Same. Thing.

Rebecca? How do you do it.

Beating Lita was no great feat, and I am by no means, what-so-ever, 'impressed' by my timely defeat of that raving, redheaded lunatic. What I am proud of, however, is the incredible fashion I did it in. In fact, it was so near perfect, I could just -- tear up talking about it!" Fans boo, as Rebecca laughs quietly. "Would you rather SEE it than have me talk about it!"

Whether they wanted to or not, the fans were subdued to seeing clips of Bad Blood, the Women's title match. From where Molly came out, the beating on Lita commenced, and naturally, Rebecca gaining the win and retaining her title. Rebecca smiled a little, mocking wiping a tear from her eye, as the fans only booed louder. Rebecca chuckled.

Rebecca Russo: "Oh, I know it. Video replay never does the actually ANY justice. Another question I've been asked, is why Molly Holly, Becca. Why Molly Holly? My question is, WHY NOT? In my opinion, Molly is the single greatest women's competitor, single generation, to walk. While I, a second generation iconic goddess in the flesh, the best of my generation class. She has pure wrestling talent, second only to quite possibly, me. Three weeks ago she came to me in secret, wanting into S.E.X.

And after a cold, calculating plan…

We may have pulled off the greatest 'up yours' in history. Not to mention, she is the newest member of wrestling's GREATEST franchise, whether anyone likes it, or not."

Well, apparently someone was in a 'protesting' mood -- as "Lose My Breath" by Destiny's Child began playing. The crowd was at first confused until the titantron video of a familiar blonde became apparent. The crowd booed, as from the backstage area dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white "stratusfation" tee, walked Trish Stratus. She had a hurt expression on her face as she too, had a microphone in hand.

Trish Stratus: "What about what I think, Rebecca?"

Rebecca Russo: "Trish. My darling Trish…" Rebecca pats Trish's shoulder lightly, "You weren't put on this planet, in this company or as part of my franchise, to 'think'. It'll hurt your head."

Trish Stratus: "Fine, then. What about my feelings?"

Rebecca Russo: "Sorry. Not part of the job description."

Trish Stratus: "You are by no means being fair to me, Rebecca! You are supposed to care about me! I'm YOUR Trishy! Your most loyal fan, your most loyal assistant!"

Rebecca Russo: "Trish, I do care about you, it's just my franchise comes before a woman who can't even stand on her own two feet without me holding her hand. I needed somebody that I could trust to be my successor in an unfortunate event."

Trish Stratus: "You don't TRUST me!"

Rebecca Russo: "Darlin'…" Rebecca tried to look sympathetic, "What have you ever done worth recollection?" Trish went to answer, but Rebecca cut her off. "Ah-ah-ah… no no, Trish. Allow me to elaborate. When dealing, with a commodity like the S.E.X Evolution?"

Trish Stratus: "I've been Women's Champion."

Rebecca Russo: "Ooh…wow… I AM the Women's Champion. Try again. Here's a thought. Nice try. Answer my question. When dealing, with a commodity like the S.E.X Evolution?"

Trish Stratus: "Well I've managed T&A, and th-"

Rebecca Russo: "TRISH, I'm gonna stop ya. Right there. You've never managed a franchise like the S.E.X Evolution. There's never BEEN a group collective like S.E.X! I know in my heart and in my head, that Molly Holly has the skill to not only be great on her own, but in the unfortunate event that I ever get hurt, she's someone who can take the reigns of S.E.X and keep it at it's pinnacle."

Trish Stratus: "Yeah, I guess…"

Rebecca Russo: "I'll have you know, I like the fact Molly is a natural woman. She's curvaceous, she's beautiful, but she's deadly in the ring, and I've got it. You must be terribly jealous. You're a fool…"

Trish Stratus: "I've had about enough of your attitude toward me, Rebecca…"

Rebecca Russo: "HAVE you! OH, I'm so sorry, Trish…here… let me-"

Trish Stratus: "You know something, Rebecca… " Trish actually cut Rebecca off, to a large ovation from the Detroit crowd. "I'm more tired of hearing you tell me how great Molly is. She's nothing big. Except her ass, maybe."

Rebecca Russo: "Big ass you say? If you take a gander, Trish, yours isn't all that small in it's own right. Molly has something you don't, and that's class. She's the definition diva, but in the same right, she's more than that. She's an amazing athlete, she's a pure wrestler, and she's kicked your ass a time or twenty…"

Trish Stratus: "Save the preaching for someone who cares, Rebecca. I'm not a fan of Molly's, and I never will be."

Rebecca Russo: "I don't think I like your attitude, Trish. If I were you I-"

Trish Stratus: "If you were me," She cut Rebecca off AGAIN, and the crowd loves it! "You'd be blonde, beautiful, talented, and a multi-time Women's Champion. I don't need some wide ass side show to help me maintain face value."

The look on Rebecca's face tells a story. She's LIVID. The crowd is enjoying though, as Trish continues her thought. She actually laughs softly, shaking her head.

Trish Stratus: "Sadly, you're just clinging onto your first time with the title like a virgin clings to her first time. It's pathetic, Rebecca."

Jim Ross: "Look at Trish! She's really letting' Rebecca have it!"

Jerry Lawler: sighing, "Trish Stratus. All puppies, no brains!"

Rebecca Russo: "Real rich, Trish. Especially from someone who got her start banging the boss. But yes, Trish, let's talk about YOU. It's funny you should talk about virgins, Trish. Do you even remember what that means? I mean, you were what - six, when you were caught with the little boys on the playground?" Trish went to say something, but Rebecca stopped her, "Shut the hell up, you ungrateful little whore." the crowd booed, as Trish looked like Rebecca had slapped her across the face. "You know, I can see you're feelin' pretty cocky. But you, you're used to feelin' a little cocky, aren't you, Stratus?" the crowd booed more, as Trish just looked at Rebecca, fighting tears that were forming. "Don't get me the crocodile tears, Trishy. I'm not havin' it. I know you, you forget. You're cheap, you're arrogant, and you're a little SLUT. I don't like sluts, Trish. They get in the way, and they're more preoccupied with getting off than getting work done. It's a sad life, isn't it! ISN'T IT!" She screamed in Trish's face, who looked away from her. "Look at me you little tramp!" Rebecca shouted, as she grabbed Trish's face. "Look at me when I'm talking to you…"

Jim Ross: "Can you believe the nerve of this woman! Does she have ANY RIGHT what-so-ever talking to Trish like that? No! Trish isn't an object, by god she's a woman!"

Rebecca Russo: "You see, Stratus… the one thing I don't accept is people who are under MY franchise, back talking and interrupting me. Most of all, insulting me. I don't take attitude from MY property, I don't take attitude from MY contenders, and I won't take it from a former S.E.X member…"

Before Trish could even say a word, WHAM! Rebecca nailed her with the same sick STO onto the steel staging she hit Lita with one night before, that she called the "Russo's Reprisal". Rebecca stood up, screaming down at Trish, fury in her eyes, but "Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani, which brought none other than TOM EDSON from the backstage area, with none other than EDGE at his side! The crowd exploded, as Rebecca made a hasty retreat from the scene. Tom Edson grabbed Trish's fallen microphone, as Edge picked up the unconscious blonde, and held her in his arms.

Rebecca Russo: "PICK UP the pieces, EDSON! GO on!"

Tom Edson: "You're a reeeeeal winner there, Rebecca." he scowled at her, his accent heightened with his anger. "Taking out an innocent woman, without warning? You must be real proud of yerself!"

Rebecca Russo: "You're going to find out just how proud I am when I attack you without knowing it, pal!" she sneered back at him from her place at the bottom of the ramp, "AND your little bitch!" her tone, dropped however, as she smirked deviously. "But see, I'll give you fair warning -- but you're still going to be in the dark you son of a bitch. Next week, I've got one HELL of a surprise for you!"

RAW went to a much deserved, much needed commercial break.

Back from break, we take to the ring, to find tag team action. The team of Shawn Daivari and Muhammad Hassan, taking on The Hurricane and Rosey. Much to the crowds chagrin, Hassan and Daivari pulled off the victory, leading us backstage - to where Jonathan Coachman was standing by with Edge, who was moments away from a match-up with the S.E.X Evolution's own, Randy Orton.

Jonathan Coachman: "After what just transpired between your team captain, Tom Edson, and Rebecca Russo, do you feel like this match has a lot riding on it for the placement of either the Elite Alliance or S.E.X?"

Edge: "If it's not obvious, Coach, then you're a real moron. Of course this is an important match, just like every match we fight every week. This is a faction battle of extreme proportion. Every night is just as big a piece of the puzzle as anything Russo or Edson do individually. It's us, who give them their ammo against each other."

Jonathan Coachman: "Now, everyone noticed you came out to Trish's aide, what was that about?"

Edge: "Just tired of a beautiful woman being abused by a heartless, gutless coward named Christian. Was he out there to defend her against Rebecca? Not a chance. Someone had to stand up for Trish, and it just so happened, that someone…was me."

Jonathan Coachman: "From a personal standpoint, what do you, Edge - think of Rebecca and her guidance with S.E.X?"

Edge: "Well personally? Knowing she's got Randy Orton under her thumb could mean trouble for me tonight. The kid has a lot of talent. Under the conditioning of Russo, a second generation superstar in her own right, it's saying something. I shouldn't, but I respect what Rebecca is capable of."

Jonathan Coachman: "What about Orton?"

Edge: "Saying I respect him would only flatter him, and further inflate his ego. We don't need that reekazoid with anymore reason to flaunt like god's gift, thanks. The only thing I do know, is tonight, I'm going to edge-ucate the little freakshow back to his cave. Mark my words there, pal."

Edge walked away from Jonathan Coachman, and we're heading to ringside. "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge rang out over the PA system, as from the backstage area emerged Edge, with Chris Benoit right at his side. Lilian Garcia was in the ring, ready for introductions. "The following match is set for one fall, coming to the ring first being accompanied by Chris Benoit, representing the Elite Alliance - from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, Edge!"

Jim Ross: "It's honestly a surprise to see Chris Benoit here tonight, King. After that Street Fight just twenty-four hours ago with Cena, it's amazing he can even walk!"

Jerry Lawler: "Yeah…" he sounded disappointed, "Amazing."

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One More Time And You'll Be Dead
At Least I Think That's What They Said
Forty Days Won't Break A Man
Was A Bullet In His Head
There's Something In The - Something In The way
You Were, The Pain, So Long - My Friend
Revolution. Revolution Man.
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"Revolution Man" by The Union Underground took over the PA system, as the crowd booed heavily for the forthcoming of the S.E.X Evolution's own. Randy was accompanied by Chris Jericho for this particular match. "And now coming to the ring, accompanied by Chris Jericho, representing the S.E.X Evolution - from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in a two hundred and forty-five pounds, Randy Orton!" Lilian got out of the ring as Randy climbed the ring steps and got into the ring. He climbed up onto the turnbuckles, flaring his arms out to the side, no smirk on his face, just utter seriousness.

The match kicked off with Orton staring down Edge, and Edge just giving him the stare back. Randy struck first, nailing Edge with a clothesline that sent him into the ropes, and then kneed him in the midsection. This wasn't typical Orton. The crowd knew it. The intensity in his eyes, and the way he quick stepped Edge's offense, was incredible. Lawler was praising the attitude adjustment in Randy, but JR was compensating it as something Rebecca had said to him. Edge managed to slow Orton's offense down with a kick to the midsection, and a stiff DDT to the mat.

Jim Ross: "I bet that Rebecca Russo had something to do with Randy's change of attitude, I guarantee that!"

Jerry Lawler: "Of course she did! If anyone can motivate a man to just pulverize another man, it's Rebecca!"

Jim Ross: "And I bet you condone that…"

Jerry Lawler: "Sure do! I'd smack you up if Rebecca asked me to!"

Orton was getting up from the DDT Edge had planted him with, as Jericho tripped Edge up in the ropes. He put his back to the ring afterward, acting as if he had done nothing, but Edge grabbed Jericho by the long blonde hair, and started pulling him up the ring apron! The crowd roared it's approval to the impending assault on Jericho, but Randy came up from behind Edge with a low blow that went unseen by the referee as he was trying to keep Benoit off the apron! Edge let go of Jericho, as Randy whipped him against the ropes, and nailed him with a high knee to the face. Elapsed time, six minutes.

Randy was on a roll, and for the most part, the match was all him. Knee drop after straight fist to the face, elbow smash after stunning suplex, Orton was on fire. Edge's offense was all but shut down by the newly lit up Orton. Edge did manage to throw Randy off with a somewhat underhanded tactic, thumb to the eye, and then cracked Orton with an elbow smash to the teeth. Orton stumbled back, holding his face, as Edge whipped him against the ropes. Upon Orton's return, SPEAR! Edge went for the quick cover.

One. Tw-

Orton kicked out after a short two count. Edge began unleashing a fury of right hands on Randy; trying to build momentum off the hellacious spear. His attempt to capitalize wasn't sold short, as he nearly nailed the "Edgecution" on Orton - however his attempt itself was ill-fated as Jericho jumped up onto the apron. Yelling at Edge, the arrogant Manhattan born Jericho was feeling a little go-getting. Edge hauled off and cracked Jericho with a closed fisted punch to the face, sending him flying off the apron. The second time his interference attempt had been broken up. As Edge turned around however…

R.K.O!

Orton nailed it out of NOWHERE! The crowd booed as arrogance returned to the St. Louis native, as he spun in place with his arms extended. Benoit appeared on the apron, only for Orton to take out another spurt of aggression on the rabid wolverine, with a vicious uppercut to the jaw. Benoit hit the mats on the floor, as Edge had yet to move after the velocity he was hit with the RKO. Orton just put a foot onto Edge's chest.

One. Two. Three.

The egotistical "future" of S.E.X had done it. "Revolution Man" cued up once more, as Orton stood tall in the ring -- with Jericho slowly coming into the ring as well. He raised Orton's hand with a smirk on his face, as Benoit stared up at the ring, an angered expression on his face.

Jim Ross: "Somewhere King, that jezebel Rebecca Russo is smilin' at all this."

Jerry Lawler: "If you were Rebecca Russo, you'd be smiling too. But thank god, YOU'RE NOT! Haha, Randy Orton just owned that match against Edge!"

Jim Ross: "I'm still not impressed, King. Randy Orton isn't all that great."

Jerry Lawler: "Not. That. Great! Are you on the same PLANET as I am, JR! The man is a tour de force! He's impeccable!"

William Regal was in action next, against the likes of newcomer Chris Masters. It was "the power of the punch" verses the "Masterlock". In the end, Regal's savvy overcame the overzealous rookie, who took too much time flaunting himself, than focusing on the match at hand. However, it made an impression on the fans, of how 'scary strong' this Chris Masters really was. He was going places, there was no denying it, if he could just check his ego at the door.

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You Bitches Are Scared Of Us
Declarin' Us
The World's Most Dangerous
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"World's Most Dangerous" by Ja Rule and Nemesis kicked up on the PA, which would only mean one thing. It was the coming of the residential "gangster" of RAW, John Cena. Judging by the apparent shock on Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler's faces, Cena wasn't even scheduled for the time slot. But sure enough, from the backstage area dressed in a Indiana Pacers throwback, a pair of baggy blue jean shorts, and a customized trucker cap tilted to the side that read "W.M.D Hustler" strutted a cocky John Cena, his hands adorned with "Word" and "Life" brass knuckles.

Jim Ross: "I don't know the meaning of this King, but John Cena isn't even scheduled to be here."

Jerry Lawler: "Of course he is, where-ever the S.E.X Evolution is, is where Cena's at! And they're here tonight, so he's here tonight! It makes sense."

Jim Ross: "I mean, there's no scheduled interview for Cena, and he's not in a match."

Jerry Lawler: "Cena's the type of man who can be anywhere he wants to be, he's a card carrying member of S.E.X!"

Cena made his way down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He raised his hands, giving the crowd his typical "W" hand taunt, which was only answered back by massive booing from the Detroit fan base. Cena got a microphone from Lilian Garcia, and didn't take long to start ripping off at the mouth, like only the Doctor of Thuganomics could.

John Cena: "Yo yo yoooooo…" The crowd booed, when formerly they'd have cheered for the same simple intro. Cena smirked, "Whassup, Detroit? Ya'll still hatin' on the lyrical miracle? I respect. It's typical, in the city that produced the bastard Pistons, Red Wings, Tigers, and Lions… ya'll ain't used to seeing a franchise that wins. It's cool." Booing swept the Joe Louis Arena further. "I'm out here to remind ya'll who I am in case ya forgot. My name is JOHN CENA…

And I'm the god damned Franchise. I proved that at Bad Blood against Chris Benoit. The so-called Canadian Crippler, Rabid Wolverine, whateva the hell he calls himself. Whatever it is, though, it's not good enough to rep up against the best damned thing to hit RAW this decade. Benoit, yo, I saw you out here reppin' against my boy RKO, and what did you get for your troubles? Another dose of what the Sports Entertainment eXtreme Evolution is all about. Straight hard knocks, playa.

I'm out here to call out anyone of those chumps in either the Elite Alliance, or hell - anyone in that locker room who thinks they've got the rocks to get right up thug with the Franchise. I'm tired of sittin' 'round on idle, watchin' my boys have their kicks. It's the doctor's turn to step up and rock the house like only he can. Come on, kids, I ain't got all day. If I have to come backstage, the first sucka in my way is gunna get slammed, ya heard?"

Cena put the microphone down as he stripped off his Pacers throwback and his trademark chain, just waiting. It looked as if Cena was getting frustrated with the long wait, and was about to leave ringside when "Vitamin R" by Chevelle began playing over the PA. The crowd got to their feet as from the backstage area emerged none other than DAVE BATISTA emerged from the backstage area! John just gaped at the mammoth figure, who was dressed in a pair of black warm up pants and a black wife beater tank top, staring down Cena, who stood in the ring.

John Cena: "Nah nah nah, I don't think you understood what I said, Jolly Green." Cena started, "I said anyone in that locker room, meaning RAW superstars only. See ya back on Smac-"

Dave Batista: "You know what, Cena, SHUT UP!" Batista yelled into his microphone, as the crowd cheered. Yes, CHEERED, for Batista. "I sat there for weeks, and watched a show I coveted being on go straight to HELL because of the likes of you, and your little posse…and you know what? I GOT SICK OF IT!"

John Cena: "Big deal, son. That means nothin' to me, so keep walkin'…"

Dave Batista: "Actually it SHOULD mean something to you." Dave pulls out a paper from his pocket. "This paper says if I win a challenge match here on RAW, I have the right to null and void my Smackdown! contract and return to RAW, since the clause I was sent to Smackdown! was faulty, anyway." Dave chuckles to himself, as Cena looks unnerved. "And guess what? It looks like I get my shot RIGHT NOW… against YOU!"

Batista dropped the microphone and headed down toward ringside. Cena didn't seem to care, as he was getting himself a match, but against Batista! A SMACKDOWN! superstar! Cena was clubbing the big man the minute he arrived in the ring, but Batista's power was scary compared to John Cena's 'pound and ground' offense. Cena used a little under handing, and caught Batista off guard with a blatant low blow. There was no referee, as this wasn't a sanctioned match, it was just a straight up brawl in the middle of the ring between RAW's Cena and Smackdown!'s Batista!

Cena grabbed Batista, and looked like he was going to nail him with the FU, but Batista floated over, and caught Cena with a shoulder block to the kidneys. Cena hit his knees from the impact of Batista's shoulder thrust, as Batista looked to be building up a head of steam. Batista let out a scream as he held his arms out, his muscles flexing as sweat poured down his face, the crowd in hysterics for the 'about time!' beating Cena had coming. Batista lifted Cena, WHAM! Spinebuster! Middle of the ring! The crowd was loving it!

Jim Ross: "I'll be god damned, King! This is Batista's chance to come back to the best brand in the business!"

Jerry Lawler: "That beast is going to meet a one way ticket into u-wish-topia! S.E.X will be out any minute to save Cena, you just watch!"

Jim Ross: "And guarantee 'em dollars to donuts that Batista will plow through the lot of 'em! The man is an animal!"

Batista was now methodically stalking Cena, who was slow - very slow to get up from the ring shaking spinebuster. It looked like Batista was going to finish Cena off with the Batista Bomb when --

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I'm BA-ACK, And Better Than Ever!
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From the backstage area walked ERIC Bischoff, with a furious scowl on his face. Batista stopped in his tracks, staring down Bischoff with an annoyed look on his face. But Bischoff, wasn't alone. With him, was a hoard of RAW Detroit PD officers, who started toward the ring. The crowd booed, as Cena was able to slip out of the ring, unnoticed by Batista, whose attention was on the officers forthcoming.

Eric Bischoff: "Doesn't Stephanie McMahon know how to keep her idiots at bay? Do you think this is a JOKE, Batista? Coming to MY show, and attacking one of my BEST superstars!" the crowd booed, "I don't think that, wise, do you, Dave? May I -- call you Dave?" he grinned to himself, as he stopped Cena who was coming up the ramp, putting an arm around his shoulder. "You okay, Champ?"

John Cena: Muttered, "Never better, Boss Man."

Eric Bischoff: "Thankfully for you, Batista…" Eric's attention shifted back toward the ring, "John Cena has an amazing tolerance for pain." the expression on Cena's face said 'yeah right,' while Eric looked serious. "Officers, ARREST THAT MAN!"

Jim Ross: "What!"

Jerry Lawler: "HA! Justice prevails!"

Jim Ross: "On what grounds is that snake Bischoff have the right to arrest Batista! He was giving Cena exactly what he wanted, a fight!"

Jerry Lawler: "He's Smackdown! 'talent'." he used quotes, "He shouldn't be here. Arrest him on grounds of trespassing! And assault on an innocent man!"

Jim Ross: "Pft, innocent my Oklahoma ass, King."

Batista was hauled out of the ring, and arena, handcuffed by the officers. The scene followed a struggling, fighting Batista to the back parking lot. Batista, while handcuffed, kicked an officer in the midsection, and with his shoulder, rammed the officer into the cement wall of the parking lot! The crowd in the arena LOVED this! That's when from out of nowhere, Cena attacked! Cena toppled the big man over, and slammed his head off the tarmac of the parking lot, before cracking Batista in the face with his brass knuckles! With a bloody lip and bloody nose, Batista -- was unconscious! The crowd booed as the officers revealed themselves, as none other than Randy Orton, Christian, and Chris Jericho amongst them! The one attacked however, was a legitimate officer!

John Cena: "Take this punk to crowbar hotel, suckas. Or you'll be dealin' with Eric Bischoff, ya heard?"

Commercials came, as the officers, Orton, and Jericho hauled the unconscious Batista to the police car waiting, and it was Christian who shut the door with a big smile on his face.

Then came the promotion for the $500,000 Diva Search Contest. The recruiting cities were announced, as Los Angeles, California - Denver, Colorado - Miami, Florida - Montreal, Canada - New York - Dallas, Texas - and St. Louis, Missouri. It was the official promotion for the contest, and the entries would be eligible for the contest for the next month, while these cities hosted callings. Only one hundred girls would go in front of the panel of WWE RAW Superstar judges, which were already pre-named. Randy Orton, John Cena, Edge, Tom Edson, Chris Jericho, and Dave Batista. The starting date, was the next day - Tuesday, and would end in three weeks, the end of July.

Back from commercials, there was a number one contendership five-way for the Women's Title. Victoria, Lita, Gail Kim, Ivory, and Molly Holly. While Molly left the ring mid-match, apparently she had better things to do (who knew?) it was Victoria who ended up pulling out the win with a Widow's Peak on Gail Kim. Backstage, it showed Tom Edson on his cell phone, looking rather annoyed with something.

Tom Edson: "Yeah, I get that, but something has to be done. Eric Bischoff is letting the inmates run the asylum so to speak." there was a pause, before Edson sighed, "I get that, but what you don't seem to understand is this is on-going. He plays favoritism. No, I am not complaining, I just thought as a superstar myself I'd express my concern for Bischoff's biased attitude."

The door to the locker room opened, and in walked Edge, Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Rene Dupree, and to many's surprise, TRISH STRATUS, who was on Edge's arm. Tom gave them all a symbol to be quiet, as he continued his conversation.

Tom Edson: "Yes, sir, ma'am, I get that. And understand completely." Tom slowly smiled, as he nodded his head. "Yes, that's all I'm asking for. An opportunity. You'll be where? In Montreal this coming week? Fantastic. I'll gladly inform them. Thank you, Mister and Misses McMahon… it's much appreciated."

The crowd exploded with the mention of the McMahon's, as those in the room with Tom looked at him skeptically. Tom smiled warmly at Trish at first, who returned a small smile back to him.

Tom Edson: "How you feelin', bonnie lass? Any better?"

Trish Stratus: "Yes, Mister Ed-"

Tom Edson: "PLEASE, Trish…call me Tom."

Trish Stratus: "Alright, Tom…" she said shyly. "I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me out there tonight. God only knows what Rebecca would have done otherwise if you and Edge hadn't helped me…"

Edge: "Nothin' to worry about, peach, it's all over but the big bitch crying." He smirked at her, "It's what we do in the Elite Alliance. Help the helpless, or in this case, hopeless?"

Trish Stratus: "I made a mistake, okay?" She shook her head, "I let Christian run me, Rebecca run me, and it ruined my life. I need to get my head on straight, and associate with people who won't bring me down."

Eddie Guerrero: "Ah, and you've come to the right place, mamacita! Orale Trish, the Elite Alliance is your hook up, viva las Elite alliance, mama!"

Rene Dupree: "Oui, we do not take kindly to - - their kind in the Evolution. They are, how do you say, lower class, non?"

Chris Benoit: "We're all friends now, we get that, but Tom…" Benoit's attention shifted toward Edson, who had a broad smile on his face. "What about the McMahon's…?"

Tom Edson: "What do you wanna know, lad? The fact that Vince and Linda both agree Bischoff is a piece of trash? OR that they'll BE HERE, on RAW, next week to make a decision about Bischoff's reign as General Manager?"

Collective Group: "WHAT!"

Tom Edson: "Oh yeah! I've got the stroke in this, kids!" Edson lets out a hearty laugh, "The ol' bastard won't know what hit 'im! They've already got a GM on deck who'd take over if Bisch gets the boot!"

Edge: "You, my man, might just be the smartest figure on two legs I've ever met…"

Tom Edson: "Haha, Edge -- it's just the tip o' the ol' iceberg!"

Trish Stratus: "Well, I want to do something tonight…" she interrupted, "but I need two of you guys to help me out…"

Edge: "What's the matter, Trish?" He looks concerned, as he glanced down at her. "What do you need?"

Trish Stratus: "I want to take on Rebecca…but I want it to be intergender…"

Eddie Guerrero: "Well, mamacita, what about if Rene and I teamed up with you?"

Tom Edson: "Are you sure you want to wrestle tonight, Trish? I mean, after that atta-"

Trish Stratus: "Yes, Tom." She cut him off, "I'm sure I want to do this. If I'm going to stand up for myself, I need to start now. Rene, Eddie, you and I will team up…and take on that bitch and whoever she wants…"

Tom Edson: "If that's what you want, Trish, I'll make it happen!"

We fade back to the ringside area, where Jim Ross is laughing and clapping his hands. It looked to anyone that good ol' JR was happy! Jerry Lawler, on the other hand, didn't look so jubilant. He just grumbled something to himself. Ross didn't have any problem expressing his joy.

Jim Ross: "Just the thought of Bischoff bein' out of office makes me the happiest man on the planet right now, King. But knowing that the old Trish is back, just makes me even happier! I'm as happy as a pig in you know what!"

Jerry Lawler: "She's better off in a bikini without a brain…"

The match was obviously accepted for the night, and Bischoff made it happen. In fact, he was so angry with the Elite Alliance, he made the match where all other members of the Elite Alliance were barred from ringside!

"It's Goin' Down" by the X-Ecutioners brought forth the Elite Alliance's Eddie Guerrero, Rene Dupree, and seemingly, Trish Stratus! Lilian Garcia was in the ring for introductions. "The following match is set for one fall, and is a six person intergender match! Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario Canada, Trish Stratus, and her tag team partners from El Paso, Texas, Eddie Guerrero, and from Montreal Canada, Rene Dupree!" The trio made it down to the ring, and it was the first time in what seemed like months that Trish Stratus had a supportive response from the crowd.

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Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close
And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose.
I think you better listen 'cuz I know who you are.
And I think that you should treat me like a superstar.
Because I'm more than just a human I'm a gift to all of you
And I'm here to make sure that my message gets through.
I wonder if you're really all as dumb as you look.
Or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book.
I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring
Puts me in the position of a god or a king
'Cuz I'm blessed with the gift of the magic touch
And I wouldn't say that I'm asking for too much
All you have to do is get down on your knees and pray
And I promise you the remedy is on it's way
But you could never beat on me so don't waste your time
Because I reign supreme
AND MY POSITION IS DEVINE
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"Biggest & The Best" by Clawfinger echoed out over the PA system, which naturally only meant one thing. The crowd began booing massively, as from the backstage area emerged the representatives of the S.E.X Evolution. Rebecca had changed into ring gear, of black leather wrestling pants and a baby blue and black corset that laced up in the back, the Women's Title over her shoulder. At either side, was Christian, and Chris Jericho -- who looked more than ready to do whatever their 'leader' said. "And now the challengers, from Long Island, New York she is the WWE Women's Champion, Rebecca Russo, and her tag team partners, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Christian, and born in Manhattan, New York, Chris Jericho!"

The two teams faced off in the center of the ring, and there was no denying Trish Stratus was still feeling the ill effects of the "Russo's Reprisal" on the steel stage. But Trish stood up to Rebecca, who just laughed it off, looking at Trish as if she was crazy. The match itself started with Christian and Eddie staring down, trash talk amongst the two being transferred, but Eddie broke it up when he sent a fist flying right into Christian's face! Mike Chioda warned Eddie about closed fists, and Guerrero smirked at the referee, nodding his head. Not like he'd listen over something like that! Christian replied with a kick to the midsection of Guerrero however, and put him in a side headlock. He was stretching the neck of Guerrero for the time being, as Trish was yelling for Eddie, cheering him on. Christian glared at her, as he slammed Eddie to the mat with a modified bulldog.

Christian's attention fell onto Trish, and he screamed "you turncoat bitch!" at her, loud enough that caused the crowd to boo him, and Trish looked down, seemingly crushed by the comment. Eddie came up from behind Christian, and nailed him with a clothesline to the back of the head, that sent Christian into the Elite Alliance corner. Guerrero stepped back, allowing Dupree to use the tag rope to choke Christian, but the crowd was cheering away for the lying, cheating, and stealing ways of Latino Heat! Rebecca Russo was standing on the lower turnbuckle of her corner, reaching over the rope, pointing, and yelling at Chioda to "open his fucking eyes!", and pay attention to the corner. Eddie came toward Rebecca but as he was mocking blowing kisses at her, Rebecca hit Guerrero across the face with a closed punch, that rocked Latino Heat's foundation a bit! He stumbled back, holding his jaw, as Chris Jericho stepped up to protect her.

Legal men, Guerrero and Christian after seven minutes in the ring. Dupree was tagged in, and Christian was still being isolated. Christian managed to break away from Dupree after hitting him with a mule kick low blow as he held Chioda's attention, and skidaddled to his corner, tagging Jericho. Jericho came into the ring and blasted Dupree with a forearm shot to the face, as Rebecca Russo was untying the turnbuckle pad behind Chioda's back. Trish was trying to tell the referee, but Rebecca was able to cover it until Jericho gave her the go-ahead to move aside. He whipped Dupree into the corner, and Dupree's knees gave from under his two hundred and sixty pound body as the metal crushed into his back and spine area. Rebecca smiled wickedly, as she tagged herself in, slipping through the second and third ropes.

The crowd never expected much out of Russo against the likes of Dupree, ten minutes into the match, but as Dupree was still on his knees, Russo nailed him with a basement dropkick to the face, sending Dupree onto his back. Russo moved around him, and positioned him in the middle of the ring, where she buried her knee into his back, and stretched his arms, putting him in a submission hold! The referee went through the typical 'do you give up?'s to Dupree, which he said no, but for a woman, Rebecca had the force to have Dupree yelping out in pain. Guerrero and Stratus were cheering for Dupree to get back up, the crowd was cheering for the French Phenom to get back up, but the shot with the turnbuckle helped Russo isolate Dupree in the middle of the ring.

After fifteen minutes into the match, Rene was starting to fight against Russo. Rebecca cracked Dupree in the back with a high, forceful knee, and with a dropkick to the back of his knees, she dropped the six foot four phenom to his knees once more. She tagged Christian back in, who was rested up and ready to go, who came at Dupree, and connected with an inverted snap kick to the back of the head. He went for the immediate cover.

One. Two. T-

Guerrero was in to break it up. This caused Jericho to get in, and go after Guerrero -- from that point on there was mass chaos in the ring! The divas were even involved, although Stratus's only target was Russo. Rebecca grabbed Trish by the long blonde hair, and slammed her face first into the exposed turnbuckle that was once the S.E.X Evolution's corner, and the referee saw the blatant use. He called for the bell! Was it a DQ victory for the Elite Alliance! YES! The referee called it! Jericho and Christian were irate, Rebecca didn't seem to CARE as Trish's face was busted open, her forehead, just above her eye. Then Rebecca grabbed her, and nailed her with a fall out DDT. Leaving Stratus laying there, Rebecca slipped out of the ring, grabbing her Women's Title, and started toward the back.

RAW went off the air with Jericho and Christian joining Rebecca, who was smiling to herself, proud, of what she had accomplished against Trish. Dupree and Guerrero were checking on Trish, who was unconscious, unmoving, and bleeding profusely from the head.

Jim Ross: "I hope that jezebel Rebecca Russo is proud, she may have just seriously injured an innocent woman!"

Trish was out cold still, as RAW came to an abrupt, disturbing close.

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A/N: Hey kids, wanna get interactive? Leave me a comment and tell me who YOU'D like to see as the replacement GM of RAW, if Bischoff gets removed in this story! Here's your choices!

1) Shane McMahon
2) Stone Cold Steve Austin
3) Hulk Hogan
4) Shawn Michaels

OR…

Suggest someone YOU'D think to be good. Someone that would add, said spice, to the story.

I'll get back to you as votes come in (just leave a comment here) and a couple RAW write up's from now, you'll find off if The Bisch gets The Boot! -M.S

Also real quick, in the next chapter a fifth choice comes into play. Think about reading that before you pick between 1 through 4 :-D