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 Candace. 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
Twenty-Four: RAW in Wellington, New Zealand
-----------------------------------
RAW was on the air, showing at 9
P.M eastern standard time, as it always did. "Across The Nation"
blared as RAW was emanating pre-recorded previously in the day from
WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND, the final stop on this WWE international
tour. The crowd was pumped as pyros shot off at the stage and we're
right into it!
Music cut off 'Across the Nation', and it was
heavy guitar riffs.
---
Something
Tells
me
It's
almost…
Over…
Someone
tell them…
It's
almost…
Over…
---
"Prophesies (Almost Over)"
by Motograter began to play from the PA, and from the backstage area
walked the S.E.X Evolution's own Randy Orton and Christian. They
looked like a total SHOW in itself, as they were dressed similar,
both adorned with tag team gold. They both took the time to stop at
the top of the ramp - - and as Randy showed off his typical 'arms
out' arrogance, Christian stood next to him with an almost dark
smile. Golden pyros showered the tag team champions as Lilian Garcia
made her introductions. "The following match is set for one fall.
Introducing representing the S.E.X Evolution -- at a combined weight
of four hundred and sixty-four pounds, they are the WWE tag team
champions -- Christian! And Randy Orton!"
Their opponents were
already in the ring. A young man named Kenny and a young man named
Mikey - both new to RAW. Did these kids really know what they were
getting themselves into? They were going against two of the biggest
egos on RAW! Randy and Christian made their way to the ring, and as
they began taking off their ring jackets that read 'C&R
Dynasty', trash talk commenced. Mainly from Randy and Christian to
the young newbie team in front of them. Jim
Ross: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to WWE RAW! Here at
ringside, I'm Jim Ross with Jerry 'The King' Lawler, and King -
tonight we're starting off with tag team action!"
Jerry Lawler: "I couldn't think of a better way. I'm LOVING the new style of team C&R Dynasty. For those of you who failed to pay attention, that's the tag team champions, Randy Orton and Christian. I love it!"
Jim Ross: "If memory serves me right, King; there was another team that Christian was a part of that was referred to as a 'dynasty'… but I digress…"
Jerry Lawler: "Coincidence!"
Well the match kicked off with
Randy jaw-jacking Kenny. Kenny, who was the youngest person in the
match perhaps the youngest on RAW at just twenty years old just let
Randy go. Anyone who was anyone knew just how much of an ego Randy
Orton had, and now that he had gold? He was going to be unbearable.
Kenny did however take a step toward the rest of his career by
slapping Orton right across the mush, shutting up the ego
momentarily. The crowd LOVED that! Kenny took to the offensive, and
began laying down rights right in Orton's face, sending one half of
the tag team champions for a loop. Orton though, was one to never be
over looked. Orton blocked one of the shots from Kenny, and cracked
Kenny in the side of the neck with a vicious axe handle blow, causing
the youngster's offense to be jarred.
Randy locked Kenny in a side head lock, holding the move tightly as he was trying to slow him down. Kenny was not only quick but efficient! Orton was never-the-less relentless, though; as he began punching Kenny in the forehead, not once…twice…three times… but numerous times. Talk about your instant headache! Kenny was fighting back though, and began unloading rights on Orton's side, causing Randy to grimace a bit. Randy sent Kenny off against the opposite ropes, and when he came back, Randy hit him with a barbaric clothesline that damned near turned Kenny inside out! Then, he tagged in Christian!
Jerry Lawler: "Here comes THE MAN. Christian is so damned brilliant, J.R."
Jim Ross: "It's hard to debate if there's really someone who's better in the tag team division than Christian, but that doesn't mean I have to like him, King."
Christian came into the ring, and grabbed Kenny by the back of the neck. Slamming the young man's face into neutral turnbuckles, Christian began letting off a series of offensive maneuvers, ending his stretch with a mad basement drop-kick to the face. Kenny was laying flat on his back as Christian began taunting him, while slamming his boot down into Kenny's sternum; now all the while he was stomping the hell out of Kenny, Mikey was trying to get into the ring to break it up. He had to help his partner, didn't he? That was the idea behind tag team wrestling! But the referee HAD to do his job, and stopped Mikey from getting into the ring. But while that was taking place, Randy took the liberty to jump back into the ring, and he doubled up with Christian to hit Kenny with a vicious double DDT into the middle of the ring.
Jim Ross: "For matches with these guys, there needs to be TWO referees! They totally disregard the rules of wrestling!"
Jerry Lawler: "Eh, to hell with it. It's only cheating if you get caught!"
Jim Ross: "Leave it to you and your illogical logic…"
Jerry Lawler: "Leave it to you NOT to make sense!"
Mikey was
finally contained, and unfortunately for Kenny he was isolated in the
S.E.X Evolution corner.
That was never a good
thing.
Christian tagged Orton back in and the quick tags and
ruthless offense was going to prove to be crucial toward a win in the
record books for the 'C&R Dynasty'. Randy came back in the
ring and grabbed Kenny by the back of the neck, and cracked him with
a vicious uppercut right to the chin. Orton had a lot of muscle and
strength in his arms, so he was going to use that to his advantage.
One uppercut after forearm shot after axe handle blow. Orton was
relentless. Kenny was reeling, but he was far from giving up against
Orton. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. One must admire
that. But sometimes admiration could be mistaken for
stupidity…
Orton whipped Dykstra into the ropes, and as he
came back, Orton connected with an aggressive high knee right to the
chin, sending Dykstra down to the mat holding his face. As Dykstra
was on the mat, Orton latched on a fierce back stretch, holding
Dykstra's arms out straight and buried his knee deep into his back.
Randy was far from giving up on this, and anyone could see it by
looking in his eyes -- the kid, while egotistical and unbearable, was
as antagonistic as they came in the ring. Downright violent, but
precise. He wouldn't take an "L" in the record book for anyone
if he could help it. And against two 'newbies'? He wouldn't
have it.
He let Dykstra think he could make the tag,
and just when Kenny was literally FINGER TIPS away from falling into
the tag, Orton vindictively came up from behind and chop blocked
Kenny back down to the mat.
Jerry Lawler: "This guy is a marvel. No wonder I admire him so!"
Jim Ross: "Personal opinions aside, this is some very smart wrestling on Orton's behalf. He's definitely showing what three generations of greatness can accomplish in the ring…"
Jerry Lawler: "Ahhh, I love it."
But it was nearer to the
end than anyone realized at that point in time. And the 'C&R
Dynasty' was going to finish things off. Christian snuck into the
ring, just long enough to get past the referee and stone cold Mikey
right off the ring apron, and then he followed. Mikey wanted action?
He'd get it, all right; in the form of Christian's
outside-of-the-ring prowess. Christian smacked Mikey's head off the
security barrier, and then Irish whipped the young man into the steel
steps, toppling them over in his wake. Christian was going to let
Randy pick this one up, since he was the one who picked up the
ultimate "W" for their 'dynasty' last week, when he used the
RKO to finish off the former tag team champions, and obtain the
titles for them. But Randy had an answer to last week's "identity
crisis" that Christian had.
Lifting Kenny to his feet, Randy
positioned him -- and sure enough -- hit Kenny with CHRISTIAN'S
"Unprettier"!!
Jerry Lawler: "Oh my God… we're in an alternate universe…"
Jim Ross: "And there was Orton with Christian's 'Unprettier'! I think these boys need to trade tights and switch back to their original moves!"
But
as Christian's fate was an R.K.O for the one, two, three…
So
was Randy's fate with the
Unprettier.
One.
Two.
Three.
"Prophecies" began playing over the PA once more, as the tag team champions were quick to celebrate their victory. Christian was praising his younger tag team partner on a 'job well done', as they ventured to the backstage area with their tag team titles, and newcomers Dykstra and Mikey were left in the ring and outside the ring respectively, in spent heaps of athlete, dripping sweat and tears of defeat all over themselves and the canvas and mats…
Commercial break.
Back from commercial.
We see Trish Stratus stretching in the backstage area. As she's stretching, we see someone walk up behind her dressed in black leather pants and a white button up shirt that was half unbuttoned. There stood Edge with a small smirk on his face, and as Trish glanced behind herself momentarily, she smiled.
Trish Stratus: "Hey, Edge. How's it going?"
Edge: "Not too bad, diva. Not too bad. You ready for your match against the queen of all vixens tonight?"
Trish Stratus: "I wouldn't go that far…" Trish said skeptically, "But yeah. I'm ready."
Edge: "Just saying, she's not exactly Snow White. She's far from a sweet little princess…"
Trish Stratus: "Yeah. No kidding."
Edge: "Why the long face, doll face?" he looked a little confused, "What has you all, I don't know, not Trishy?"
Trish Stratus: "I just feel like I have a lot to prove tonight." Edge looked at her oddly, and she sighed. "Seriously. I've let Rebecca push me around forever now. I took pride in being so great, so independent, then Christian and Rebecca single handedly ruined that for me. Now I'm just 'Trish, Christian's ex', or 'Trish, Rebecca's ex play toy'. I've got to be more than that, Edge…"
Edge: "Trish…" Edge grabbed her hand, sitting her down on the bench in the locker room. "You are a lot more than that. Believe me. I wouldn't say something I don't believe myself, but -- I think you're pretty damned great…"
Trish Stratus: "Yeah, okay…"
Edge: "Do I lie? No, don't think so…" As she turned away from him, he grabbed her chin, facing her back toward him. "Trish, seriously… what has you so down on yourself? You're probably one of the best women's champions. Ever. You've been a Babe Of The Year consecutively THREE times. People adore you. You've faced the best, beaten the best, therefore according to Ric Flair, you ARE the best." He paused a moment, "You know, that whole 'to be the woman… WOO! You have to beat the woman, WOO!' thing…" Trish laughed a little at his impression AND his ability to be 'politically correct', and nodded as Edge smiled. "SURE, coming from me the opinion probably sounds biased, but I wouldn't say what I didn't believe…"
Trish Stratus: "Thanks… I really do appreciate it."
Edge: "So go out there and make Rebecca Russo understand why you're the woman."
Trish went to walk away after smiling at Edge, and all of a sudden, he grabbed her arm gently. Spinning Trish to face him, Edge leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The crowd hooted and hollered in the arena as they kissed, and after a moment, Edge pulled away from her. She looked a little shocked and he just, honestly, smirked.
Edge: "So yeah. That was for luck."
Trish Stratus: "Luck well taken. Thanks a lot."
Back
at ringside, Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross were talking about what they
had just seen, but Jerry was a little beside himself. With jealousy?
With excitement? With disgust? Who could say!
But somehow,
the "King" always managed to find something to complain about now
with Edge!
Jerry Lawler: "He's such a disease! I know biased opinions aren't good from commentators, but I can't stand that guy!"
Jim Ross: "Evidently, he's finding ways to stimulate the Elite Alliance in one way or another. But he really managed to find something to get Trish Stratus ready for action!"
Jerry Lawler: "Puh… let's see him do the same to get Chris Benoit stimulated for his match. See what happens to him…"
---
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…
---
"Pretty Life" by Jakalope
began playing over the PA and the crowd immediately began booing.
That was no surprise, was it? Naturally when the "baron bitch" of
RAW was coming out, the fans tended to react in such a predictable
manner… Well,
Miss Russo got to the ring, but as Lilian was preparing for her next
introduction, she had the microphone snatched away from her. By none
other than Rebecca, of course.
From the backstage area walked Rebecca Russo dressed in
a pair of white and navy blue d-ring pants base white accents navy
with a navy blue plain tank top and white fishnet arm warmers. Lilian
Garcia did her introduction. "The following match is set for one
fall, it is a non-title bout. Coming to the ring first, from Long
Island, New York… she is the WWE Women's Champion and the leader
of the Sports Entertainment Xtreme Evolution: Rebecca Russo!"
---
RING THE
ALARM
I've been through this too long
But I'll be damned
if I see another
chick on your arm
Won't you RING THE ALARM
I've been
through this too long!
But I'll be DAMNED
If I see another
chick on your arm
---
Unfortunately for
Rebecca…
The sound of an alarm going off through the arena lead
us into "Ring The Alarm" by Beyonce… which brought forth her
challenger for the night. Trish Stratus came from the backstage area
exuding TONS of confidence opposed to her now, seemingly usual lack
of self-esteem. Whatever was in Edge's kiss, SIGN US UP! "And now
coming to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…" Lilian paused
as one of the ring hands whispered to her, "REPRESENTING THE ELITE
ALLIANCE, Trish Stratus!"
So it was official?! Trish pointed to
the crowd as she made her way down to the ring, slapping the hands of
a few of the fans, a smile bright on her face. Rebecca Russo just
stood in the ring looking rather un-amused. That always ended in
tears…
As Trish got into the ring, Rebecca seemed a
little displeased. Why, she had given Trish every opportunity not to
show up and get 'humiliated'. But Trish didn't listen? It was
the Trish Stratus of old, and Rebecca did NOT like it! Trish came
into the ring, and managed to duck a clothesline Rebecca had intended
for her 'welcoming party', and Trish began going OFF! Right hand
after right hand, Rebecca was being peppered by a former women's
champion and her former confidant! The crowd appreciated it,
never-the-less; as Trish was showing a ton of heart and determination
in the early going, getting the crowd behind her from the very
beginning.
Again, Rebecca was displeased…
She began fighting
back, as everyone expected she would, but she wasn't playing
nicely. At all. She raked Trish's eyes, and kneed her in the
stomach -- grabbing the back of her wrestling pants and the back of
her neck. With a hard shove, Rebecca introduced Trish to the steel
ring post. Rebecca was far from finished though. As Trish was yelling
in pain, Rebecca grabbed her opponent by the long blonde locks, and
wrapped her fist in Trish's hair. Slamming Trish's face off a
high knee lift, Rebecca kept a tight grip on Trish's hair, and
nailed her with a modified bulldog straight into the mat. She went
for a cover, getting a quick two count. Trish got her shoulder up
just in the nick of time.
Jim Ross: "Shear perseverance! That was all instinct on Trish's behalf!"
Jerry Lawler: "Yeah, well Trish woke up Rebecca. Now it's good-night Trish!"
Jim Ross: "Don't count her out just yet. That little she-devil Rebecca Russo isn't super human. She has weakness."
Jerry Lawler: "Yeah, and that would be the inability to withhold her gag reflex if Edge kissed her!"
But while Lawler was making wisecracks…
Trish was
trying to prove him wrong. But it wasn't an easy task. Rebecca said
she was in rare form -- but when she was called out by Trish? Her
rare form turned a-typical, and she became the bitch that was to be
reckoned with on RAW. She grabbed Trish by the hair again, ganking
her to her feet. It wasn't just a help up, she literally PULLED
Trish up. When she let go of Trish's hair, Rebecca had a handful of
blonde locks, and tossed it to the side like it was nothing.
She
yanked Trish's hair clean out of her head!
Trish was screaming at Rebecca but that didn't do her any justice. It just actually FUELED Rebecca to be more angry. With a stiff elbow to the jaw, and the side of the face, Russo was relentless in her assault. Whipping Trish across the ring, Rebecca came out with what looked like a head scissors take down -- but opposed to spinning downward, she grabbed a hold of Trish's arm, locking her in a vicious octopus submission choke!
Jim Ross: "Russo calls that the 'SEX Attack'! I hate to say it King, and I don't like admitting such a thing, but this woman has more talent in her little toe than some contenders have in their whole bodies…"
Jerry Lawler: "She's a marvel. I love this woman, AND every single one of her talents."
Jim Ross: "But wait a minute!"
Trish was fighting! She wasn't letting this hold
her down. She was flailing to the best of her ability like a bat
caged! The crowd was behind her one hundred and ten percent, and
Trish knew it. Rebecca knew it! She just latched on harder, but Trish
fell to the side, slamming both herself and Rebecca against the
canvas. But it didn't do exactly what Trish hoped. Rebecca still
held on like a leech sucking the blood from it's victim. She was
INEXORABLE! Persistent, resistance, and downright vicious - all of
the things that made Rebecca Russo such a force to be reckoned with
in the WWE Women's division…
But with a spur decision, Trish
slammed her head back, catching Rebecca right in the jaw! Rebecca let
go immediately, and grabbed her mouth. Did she catch her in the
mouth, or did Rebecca --
Jim Ross: "I think she just bit through her bottom lip, King!"
Jerry Lawler: "MEDIC!"
She did! Rebecca bit through her bottom lip, and she was bleeding like CRAZY from it! Trish took the advantage, despite her better judgment, and grabbed Rebecca's face. Up the turnbuckles, spin around -- STRATUSFACTION! She planted Rebecca's face right into the mat! She hooked the leg instinctively, and the referee went down for the count!
One.
Two.
Three."Ring
The Alarm" began playing on the PA and she wasn't sticking
around. Oh HELL no! Trish skit-skatted out of the ring, and was
backing up the ramp by the time Rebecca had even realized what hit
her. It wasn't a good thing though, because Rebecca was dazed and
glaze eyed. She had lost a significant amount of blood from her lip
alone, there was no saying what kind of revenge Rebecca would be
seeking.
But it wasn't going to be pretty…
Trish went to the back but as she made it to the back, from the crowd came Dave Batista dressed in black dress pants and a black button up shirt with black shades over his eyes. He jumped the barrier, and slid into the ring behind Rebecca. Taking her by the arm, he made sure she was okay; checking her and asking her repeatedly if she was good. She just nodded her head, and he handed Rebecca her "beloved" women's championship. He then took the 'babying' a step further, and PICKED her up, CARRYING her out of the arena!
Jim Ross: "Well isn't THAT service…"
Jerry Lawler: "Good man, Dave!"
Jim Ross: "That's so pathetic…"
Commercial break.
Back from commercial.
We're in the medic locker room, where we've seem to see a lot of Rebecca Russo. She's being bandaged up and examined for her lip, when John Cena walked into the room looking ready to roll for his match against Chris Benoit later that night. Dave Batista was still with Rebecca as well, and Cena tapped knuckles with Batista, showing a signal of respect.
John Cena: "How's it going, mama? You feelin' okay?"
Rebecca Russo: "Fine." She grumbled, "What do you want?"
John Cena: "Just to check how my favorite person is doing…" He gave a cheeky grin, but Rebecca didn't share his humor. "Oh come on, Bec… one loss…"
Rebecca Russo: "One loss too many." She griped, "But whatever. I'm over it. I'll bring it back at Summerslam this Sunday…"
Dave Batista: "Good attitude, darlin'. You'll show 'em all Sunday."
Rebecca Russo: "No. I'll show Mickie James on Sunday. I'm going to use this to my advantage. I'm going to ruin that little skank before she even gets her feet wet… and send her packing to Trish's 'loving' arms in a body bag…"
Dave Batista: "Sounds like a plan. Well, one good thing tonight was Christian and Randy, yeah?"
Rebecca Russo: "Yeah." She slowly smiled, "Definitely. At least they know how to keep me happy…"
John Cena: "And later tonight, your boy is goin' to make you happy, too." He smiled a little as he reached out to touch her lip. "You all good now?"
Rebecca Russo: "DON'T…" she slapped his hand away from her mouth. "…touch it. It still hurts…" she realized she snapped at him, and sighed a little. "Sorry John, but if you can beat Chris tonight… that would make me really, really happy…" She made her attempt at a smile, which looked more like an evil smirk if anything. "Just wreck him."
John Cena: "Easier done than said, baby girl."
Rebecca Russo: "Don't talk the talk, Cena… walk the walk. Impress me."
But while
Rebecca was talking to Cena and Batista, somewhere else
backstage…
Music was playing loud from a locker room. Namely?
The Elite Alliance locker room. Tom Edson everyone's favorite
"English Stud Muffin" walked into the locker room with his hands
in his pockets, seeming a little confused. In the room though, was
Eddie Guerrero and Alexandria Russo! Tom attempted a smile as "Wanna
Be With You" by Paula DeAnda was the music they were listening to.
Eddie was sitting on the couch with Alexandria, and they looked a
little cozy…
TOO COZY!
Considering everyone knew Alexandria
was married to Vince Russo and Eddie was married to Vikki Guerrero!
She was on the verge of divorce but Eddie? He was just sharing some
of that Latino Heat!
Tom Edson: "Uh-HEM…" He cleared his throat, causing both Alexandria and Eddie to jump. He actually smirked a little as Alexandria stood up quickly, fixing her white blouse. Eddie was just relaxed on the couch, smiling at Tom. "Did I um - interrupt something?"
Alexandria Russo: "No! No of course not." She quickly reached over, hitting 'stop' on the c.d player. "How are you, Tom?"
Tom Edson: "Please, don't stand to greet me, Alex! I should be standing to greet you." He took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss, giving a knowing smile at Eddie. He was just all smiles. "So explain something to a lad, would ya? What's with you two!?"
Alexandria Russo: "Um, what do you mean, Tom?" Alexandria sat back down next to Eddie, who instinctively put his arm back around her! She nibbled on her bottom lip a little to try and prevent speaking. "Nothing. Nothing."
Eddie Guerrero: "She's taught me a valuable lesson, vato…" His tone was overly somber, as Tom raised an eyebrow. "She's taught me older women are FABULOUS, homes!" Alexandria closed her eyes, putting her head down as she was shaking it. Eddie just laughed a little. "Don't be so self-conscious, mami. It's a compliment. I've actually gone and left my wife for her!"
Tom Edson: "You've broke it off with Vikki?"
Eddie Guerrero: "Yeah, homes. It was a HUGE decision, but Alexandria is worth it, man!"
Tom
thought he was in the middle of an elaborate joke.
But evidently,
it was true! Eddie showed Tom the divorce papers, and Alexandria
looked like a shy school girl -- while they talked about it. What
could she say? After a few minutes, Tom seemed congratulatory -- but
Alexandria was still quiet. Eddie put his arm around her shoulders,
looking at her seriously.
Eddie Guerrero: "What's the matter, mami? Are you mad at me?"
Alexandria Russo: "No. It's not even like that." She said quietly, "I just wasn't sure if you were for real, Eddie…"
Eddie Guerrero: "As real as it gets, I swear it." He smiled to her. "You going to sit here with me and watch John Cena get his ass beat in a bit?"
Alexandria Russo: "Well I just watched my daughter get her ass whipped… might as well." She smiled as she kissed the side of Eddie's lip lightly. "Popcorn?"
Eddie Guerrero: "Without question!"
Nice to see that they
were humored by this, eh?
There was a match between Shelton
Benjamin and Lance Cade -- which Shelton Benjamin walked away with.
It was also the return of his 'partner in crime', Charlie Haas.
Was this a reincarnate of the "World's Greatest Tag Team"?
Maybe. Just maybe. It would probably be something interesting for
them to strive for the tag team gold, no?
But see, Edge and Eddie
Guerrero might have had something to say about that…
Commercial break.
Back from commercial.
Another filler match,
which featured Umaga -- the Samoan Bulldozer with Armando Alejandro
Estrada, taking on JTG of Cryme Time - a new team to the RAW Roster.
To say the least, JTG walked away in need of T.L.C…
…and
we're not talking tables, ladders, and chairs…
Well
before we get too out of hand, though… there was another promo. For
none other than A.J Styles. Last week, A.J informed us that he was
coming to WWE RAW, but ultimately failed to tell us when. Was this
week going to shine a new light on what was going on with the
'Phenomenal One'? Who could rightfully say with this guy! His
promo began and it looked like A.J was in a rather warm location. It
was sunny, and he was outside in a pair of blue jeans and a white
'Something Like A Phenomenon' sleeveless tee-shirt. Come to find
out, he was in his hometown of Gainesville, Georgia. He was crouched
down, his arms rested on his legs as he crouched, and he had an over
all serious expression on his face. One thing about A.J Styles was he
wasn't all talk, and hated talking to promote himself. He'd have
much rathered been in a match to promote himself rather than
speaking.
A.J slowly got to his feet.
He started
walking and the camera soon followed; but something was obviously
bugging him. It was probably the fact he had to sit and talk about
himself, and that was the one thing he didn't want to do. In fact,
he hated that more than he hated how commercial things were in the
WWE. Which would lead questions: why was he even here?
A.J
Styles: "I spent literally years in TNA, tryin' to be the
best contender they to offer. I accomplished that. I beat everyone
who merited over there, held every title worth half a crap, and
proved beyond a shadow of a doubt why I was the baddest son of a
bitch the company had to offer. I didn't have any problem stepping
into the ring with the biggest bastards this industry has to
offer…
So my time here will be no different…
It's a pitiful shame that I have to just sit here in my hometown, and just -- WAIT -- I don't like the fact that I couldn't debut on the international tour. But I digress, things worth cherishing are worth waiting for. That's where I come in…"
A.J got closer
to the camera. The man had nothing to hide, and evidently he was
already sick of running his mouth. That was one thing he could have
done without. Was all the talking instead of doing something to merit
his coming to World Wrestling Entertainment.A.J
Styles: "Let's just put it this way…. When I come to the
WWE officially, RAW, I'm goin' to prove why I'm a phenomenon.
I'm goin' to prove that big things come in small packages. I was
a pioneer of the X-Division, and for you mental midgets that's a
division that isn't about WEIGHT limits, it's about NO limits…
I was the NWA champion, tag team champion… in English, I'm a
franchise. The best of the best. And I'll prove it…
NEXT WEEK,
on RAW…"
Next WEEK!?
This boy wasn't fooling
around!
Jim Ross: "Next week A.J Styles makes his debut? Damn it to hell, King! Business is pickin' up!"
Jerry Lawler: "It's going to be craaaaaazy…"
Jim Ross: "Well King, let's get a move on right into your favorite part of the show…"
Jerry Lawler: "DIVA SEARCH!"
It was that time again, and the diva search was on the forefront. The designated song for the diva search, "It's Like That" by Mariah Carey began playing over the PA, and from the backstage area first emerged Stacy Keibler. She was looking elegantly lovely as always, in a short black pleaded skirt and a baby pink tank top with black heels. Right behind her as she walked out was the eight remaining ladies of the diva search. Paris, Angel, Natalie, Shanna, Martini, Antoinette, Rachael and Tatiana. The nine divas that were coming to the ring all made it to the ring, and Stacy received a microphone from Lilian Garcia. The ring was set up with tables and there was a cart that was covered.
Stacy Keibler: "Good evening, New Zealand!" the crowd cheered as Stacy smiled. "Tonight, these girls are out to prove themselves one more time to YOU, the fans, to gain your vote to move one step closer to being the newest WWE RAW diva. But as you know, two girls will receive the highest votes - and two girls will receive the lowest votes; and the girls with the lowest votes we'll say goodbye to next week. This week's challenge: a pie eating contest!"
Stacy uncovered the cart and there was at least a dozen whipped cream pies lined up! The girls all took their places and Stacy and Lilian served the pies to the girls.
Stacy Keibler: "The rules is, the first divas to finish the pie wins the contest. And to help us judge this event…"
"Crystal Planet" by Joe Satriani began
playing and the crowd got electric! Who would have pictured it, as
from the backstage area emerged TOM EDSON with a white apron on over
his usually dressy attire, and a pair of forks in either hand. He
looked prepared, all right! He made his way to the ring, and took
Stacy's hand for a shake, but kissed the top of it. What a
gentleman! He gave her a wink as he took her microphone gently.Tom
Edson: "Right on then, I think it's time to get this old
fashioned pie eating contest underway! The rules are simple, as the
lovely Miss Keibler said. Eat that pie 'till your heart is content,
lasses! On my count of three… ready!"
The crowd
proudly counted the one, two, and three with Tom and then the divas
were OFF! At first it was your regular, run of the mill pie eating
contests. But when Tatiana shoved Natalie over with her hip, Natalie
decided to play just as dirty. With a stiff side kick with her right
leg, Tatiana fell over, and somehow, Natalie KEPT ON eating amidst
the scuffle! Where the woman was putting it all though, was the next
thing! Tom didn't say a damned word, as he was enjoying it just as
much as the crowd was! Rachael was the next one to shake things up by
shoving a handful of the whipped cream pie RIGHT smack into Angel
DeCesare's puss! Right in the face! Rachael shoved Angel right off
her seat, and slammed the pie right down on her fellow diva search
contender's head, and despite better judgment Stacy let the thing
go! What could she do!?
Rachael kept eating, while Paris and
Antoinette were equally distracted by what they were witnessing. They
seemed to have completely forgotten WHY there were there in the first
place! To eat the damned pie!
However, Natalie somehow throughout everything managed to finish the last piece of pie in her dish. She slammed her fist down on the table, looking clearly uncomfortable by how much pie she had consumed, but finished none-the-less!
Tom Edson: "Ladies and gents your winner, from Berkeley, California in the good ol' U.S of A… Natalie!"
Natalie had her hand raised by Tom Edson as she just smirked almost viciously toward Tatiana, who looked downright angry by the calling. Angel didn't seem to happy, either… as she was glaring at Rachael as her long brown hair was full of whipped cream and pie crust. Rachael went over to Natalie and shook her hand, and then it was RACHAEL who raised Natalie's hand. The crowd was cheering away for what they witnessed!
Commercial break.
Back from commercial break.
It took damned near the entire
commercial break to clean up the mess the diva search girls made with
pie and attitudes flaring. So Natalie won the event but would the
votes stand true to what happened?
This isn't "American Idol"
kids; this is professional wrestling. Nothing is set in concrete!
Except the main event tonight…
Jim Ross: "It's time to get to a main event that's surely one for the ages! A falls-count-anywhere standing match between the Elite Alliance's Chris Benoit -- and the S.E.X Evolution's John Cena!"
Jerry Lawler: "Cena's objective is to 'wreck' Benoit, and Benoit's is to take it. That's my opinion!"
Jim Ross: "Well thankfully for all parties involved, your opinion means nothing."
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WHO RUN
IT
…You know you actin'
like you don't
know…
WE RUN IT
…You know but you actin'
like you don't know…
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"You Don't Know" by 50
Cent, Eminem, Cashis, and Lloyd Banks hit on the PA and the crowd
began booing as the 'bad boy' of the Sports Entertainment Xtreme
Evolution was on his way out. John Cena soon emerged from the
backstage area wearing a pair of black cargo shorts with a black
'S.E.X Evolution : Evolution Is Inevitable" tee-shirt with a
plain black fitted on his head that was cocked to the side. He came
out from the back and his aura just emanated ego, as Lilian gave her
introduction. "The following match is set for one fall, and it is a
falls-count-anywhere match. Introducing first representing the S.E.X
Evolution - weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds; from
West Newbury, Massachusetts, John Cena!" Cena rolled under
the bottom rope and threw his hands up in the double horns, before
waving his hand in front of his face telling not only LILIAN but the
crowd that they still couldn't 'see him'. "You Don't Know"
was soon cut off by "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace, and the crowd
was appreciative!
From the backstage area, Chris Benoit emerged
with a serious look on his face. As seemingly usual. Benoit was
walking down to the ring as Lilian made her introduction. "And
coming to the ring, representing the Elite Alliance, now residing in
Atlanta, Georgia -- weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight
pounds… Chris Benoit!" Chris actually picked up pace and DARTED
into the ring, the more Cena talked inaudible smack at the "Rabid
Wolverine".
It would just be an added bonus because Cena annoyed the hell out of him…
Benoit grabbed Cena by the back of the neck, and with a hard knee right to the face, Benoit whipped Cena into one of the corners in the ring. Like a runaway train, Benoit came in and boxed Cena's skull with both arms to either side of his head, and then CRUSHED his face with a modified bulldog out of the corner. Cena hadn't even had a chance to take off his tee-shirt let alone had a minute's opportunity to breathe! Benoit was all over him like a cheap suit. A rather unattractive cheap suit, at that. It was ugly already for John!
Jim Ross: "Well I've got to admit, Cena's doin' a hell of a job beating on Benoit! It's uncanny!"
Jerry Lawler: "Sarcasm doesn't look good on you, J.R… shut up…"
Sarcasm or
not, Benoit was owning Cena, in so few words.
But never count Cena
down. Like Randy Orton, his team mate, he had an ego the size of the
Sydney Opera House and THEN some; but regardless of how much ego was
there he had the talent and aggression to back his ass up. With a
rake to the eyes to demote Benoit's reign of offense. It was just
the opportunity he needed. Cena raised a knee, capturing Benoit's
midsection in its wake. With a whip to the ropes, Cena hit Benoit
with a vicious lariat, that floored the Canadian Crippler. John was
just getting started though, and as Benoit was to his feet again,
Cena was at it again with another hard clothesline that floored
Chris.
John got down on the mat with Benoit, and despite
better judgment was trying to wear down Benoit with submission moves.
Benoit was a submission expert, if that was any way to put it. He was
beyond that! But Cena had the strength in his body to be potentially
dangerous with submissions. He had Benoit in a side headlock, and was
trying to cut off his oxygen supply to make it easier for him to get
in a win. For the most part, Cena was successful in his offense. He
was no amateur, he knew what he was doing between the ropes; so this
was just proving he was more well-rounded in the ring than anyone
knew. They knew he could pound and ground, and rage and brawl, but he
was also pretty brilliant technically, too…
No pun to Tom
Edson's "technical brilliance", either.
But seven minutes or so into the match, it ended up with both men getting back to a vertical base. Chris was the first to throw hands, and Cena replied with hands of his own right back at it. The two were literally brawling in the middle of the ring, and it proved why Benoit was so dangerous between the ropes -- he had a mad ability to adapt to any wrestling style he needed to in order to ultimately be victorious.
Jim Ross: "Now this is a good ol' fashioned wrestling match. Fist for fist, duke for duke. These two know exactly what it takes to be successful in the WWE."
Jerry Lawler: "Benoit is great. No doubt about it. But so is Cena, and Cena has a few years on Benoit. He's up there in age… he slows down way faster than John will."
Jim Ross: "Benoit works best at a slow pace regardless, King. Need I remind you his major is 'make-you-tap 101'? It's the way he operates!"
Jerry Lawler: "Oh yeah? Well Cena's major is 'whip-you-ass 230'… advanced classes for the facial rearranging persuasion!"
So while The King was supporting
Cena through the good, and the bad; Benoit was more concerned with
possibly getting a win. These guys seemed to have forgotten the
'falls count anywhere' thing, and as Cena was trying to make a
get-away up the ramp, Benoit was trying to get him back in the ring!
It was a FAN no less, that screamed 'Falls Anywhere, Chris! Kick
his ass!' that it rang BELLS in Benoit's brain! Benoit whipped
Cena into the security barrier heading up toward the ramp, as Cena
was heading toward the back. He figured, what the hell -- he could
gain some sort of advantage on the outside of the ring easier than in
the ring… Benoit was just too good…
Or maybe it was all
psychological…
Up the ramp, Benoit managed to get Cena almost to the back. It was Cena who speared Benoit through the entrance curtain, and through the tunnel leading to the backstage area. He was peppering the Canadian Crippler with right hands as they were both on the ground inside the entrance tunnel, with referee Chad Patton right there keeping tabs on the entire match as it was unfolding. Leading to the back finally, Cena whipped Benoit into the catering table, where superstars Carlito and Ashley were talking and Carlito was eating an apple how typical. Benoit's back hit the table hard, and Cena grabbed a can of vault energy drink that was on the table, SLAMMING the full can over Benoit's head! The liquid poured all over Benoit and the can itself crumbled over his cranium, actually breaking the skin a bit!
Jerry Lawler: "Oooh…. Now it's getting ugly!"
Jim Ross: "Benoit's been busted open by a beverage can, no less…"
Jerry Lawler: "So much for 'drinks like a soda, kicks like an energy drink'! It just kicked Benoit's ass harder than an energy drink should!"
Benoit wasn't going to let a little blood and sticky beverage slow him down. Oh hell no, it was going to take nuclear warfare to stop him from beating the living hell out of John Cena that night! After the vault can incident, Cena was looking for downright anything he could find to slow Benoit down. He found a Singapore cane by the storage crates, and as he went to crack Benoit with it, Benoit close punched Cena in the gut, causing him to not only drop the kendo stick but actually knocked the wind clear out of him. Benoit took the opportunity to crab the kendo stick, positioned it at Cena's Adam's apple, and began choking the HELL out of Cena with it!
A couple minutes of attempting to choke Cena into submission, he went for a pin fall.
One.
Two.
Thr--
Two
and a half.
Cena's shoulder raised off the concrete of the
backstage area, and the two continued their bout. They actually
ventured right into the parking garage, where Cena managed to get the
momentum enough to whip Benoit into the side of a VW Jetta that was
parked in the lot. He slammed Benoit's face against the hood of the
car, trying to wear him down, but it STILL didn't look all that
promising for the card carrying member of the S.E.X Evolution. Benoit
still had SO much fight in him!
But wait a minute!
John kicked Benoit in the midsection and it looked like he was going for the F-U! Could he do it!? No! Benoit floats over, but just a second!
Jim Ross: "Well I'll be GOD DAMNED!"
Jerry Lawler: "God save the Queen… I can't watch!"
Rebecca
Russo tapped Benoit on the shoulder as he was going to hit John with
a German suplex in the parking lot. As Benoit turned around…
RUSSO'S
REPRISAL!
She hit Benoit with her modified STO! For a woman to
step up to Benoit was one thing, but for Rebecca Russo to do it was a
whole other story for a whole other time. This was personal no matter
how you looked at it! Rebecca was screaming at John to 'get off his
ass' and cover him, and Cena did… despite his better
judgment…
One
Two
Three.
Her
finisher was good enough to catch Benoit so off guard, it cost him a
match?! As Cena's music played through the arena, he actually
picked Rebecca up and HUGGED HER! She held her arms around his neck
as she held her legs around his waist, peering down at Benoit with a
vindictive smile.
Rebecca Russo: "If you want something done right… do it yourself…"
On that note, RAW came to a seemingly dramatic close with Cena celebrating with the leading lady of the Sports Entertainment Xtreme Evolution.
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A/N: RAWR! Another chapter, another RAW. R&R, and let me know if you're just LOVING this or hating it. -M.S