14th March 2009: Down Goes My Best Friend
So, here we go again. Tonight is Smackdown! only for me, as I face Maria. Well, we all knew this day will come.
This was the kind of match to fill in a gap in the night's card, but saying that, it was a good back and forth match, but the crowd weren't in it too much!
As I said, it was back and forth and yeah, that's basically all that happened, not really much to write about.
Oh well, I won.
Night!
Let's fast forward a month or so! Yeah, nothing really to talk about in the months I am fast forwarding, except I win the title back. It wasn't a great match … apart from the fact I won! Hahaha!
18th April 2009: The Game Changer!
Yes, it is that time of year again where a champion can lose their title in a flash, teams can be split, couples can be separated … it is the WWE Draft!
As an ECW/Smackdown! diva, I am in the only divas match on the card… the Smackdown!/ECW divas verses the Raw divas. 8 diva tag match.
So, its Sera, Kelly Kelly, Mickie James and Melina (Raw) vs. Zoe (me), Maryse, McCool and Natalya (Smackdown!). Oh yay, teaming with my worst on screen enemies!
So, unlike the Survivor Series tag match, this a one fall match only, yeah not an elimination. To be honest, I much prefer elimination rules in all tag matches, it's more fun!
So it starts off with Natalya for Smackdown! and Mickie James for Raw. They go back and forth with strikes and grapples, Raw gets to upper hand and tags in Melina. Before you could blink, Natalya has Melina in a small package.
"1, 2… kick out!" the referee Charles Robinson counts.
The Raw team stares in shock and relief.
Natalya and Melina go back and forth, testing each other, no one gets the upper hand. Melina tags Sera in and before I know it, Natalya tags me in with a stinging knife-edge chop, Canadian style.
Champion verses Champion all over again. Best Friend verses Best Friend. The sold out crowd is split 50-50, as the arena fills with chants.
"Let's go Sera!" "Let's go Hardy!" over and over again.
We both smile and crack a small laugh to ourselves. Just like old times!
We lock up but no one gets the upper hand. Having the same thing in mind, we run and bounce off opposite ropes, colliding in the middle of the ring with crossbodies. DOUBLE KICK UP! The crowd screams and chants. As I look around at the sold out crowd, Sera grabs my wrists, pulls me up onto her shoulders, set up for the Go To Sleep. I roll off and await her to turn around, setting up for my Vintage Kick. I swing and miss. WHAT THE HELL! She takes me down with a quick, strong clothesline. Goes for the pin.
"1… kick out!" Robinson counts.
As she yells at the referee (poor Charles, he's just doing his job), I pull myself up using the ropes. I look over to my team's corner… there's no one there. McCool, Natalya and Maryse are all standing on the stage area, laughing evilly. I stumble over to the ropes nearest to the ramp, stare at all three of them and just stick my middle fingers up at them.
Sera's stop arguing now. She stands silently behind me, stalkingly. I turn and she has me up again, but she slips, not able to have me up for long.
TWIST OF FATE HITS! Up to the top rope, I go for the Suicidal Bomb. She rolls out of the way, I hit the canvas hard. She pulls me up.
GO TO SLEEP HITS!
"1, 2, 3… ring the bell!" Charles calls.
Raw wins the match and a draft pick. Everyone in the ring, on the stage and backstage look at the nearest screen (people not backstage, it's the mega-tron). It goes through the rambling stage, making us all very impatient. It's finished. My photo and name comes up.
Everyone is in shock, all except Sera and I. Time for some fun. I smile, but it quickly turn into anger, confusion and sadness, as I over hear the commentators.
"The Divas Champion and Women Champion are on the same brand!" King says in excitement.
"We can't have that, something needs to be done about this" JR clarifies.
"Shit!" I say to myself, realising that is in fact true.
Vickie Guerrero comes out and yells her vintage "Excuse Me!" into the microphone.
"EXCUSE ME!" she yells again. "Zoe, you might be going to Raw now, but not with that Divas Championship, that belongs to Smackdown!"
"Funny how I was on ECW, it's my title bitch" I yell, not into a microphone, so she didn't hear me. "Hand me a microphone" I ask the ring announcer.
"Give up the title now, Zoe. Chavo, go take it off her" Vickie says, Chavo makes his way down to the ring.
"Stop right there Chavo, come a step closer and you will lose your head" I demand, he stops instantly. "Okay, that's better. Now, Vickie, I am so happy that I'm on Raw now, I can now call you a bitch all I want and you can't do anything about it, you can't threaten me trying to involve me losing my title, I repeat MY title, to be your little puppet. Oh no, no! Bitch, if you want this title, which is MINE, get off your fat ass and get it yourself, I dare you, bitch!"
"CHAVO!" she yells and Chavo takes a few more steps.
I roll out the ring and grab my sledgehammer. I wave it around.
NO CHANCE! Vince McMahon's music hits and he walks out, with his famous walk and wearing his shoulder padded suit.
"Cut my music" he says. His music stops, as in straight away. "Now, Mrs Hardy, oh Sera, you'll want to stay around for this too." he says and stops Sera in her tracks (she was about the head behind the curtain). "A better way to settle this, as always, is in that very ring. Mrs Hardy, I see you like using weapons, I'll let you, Sera, I know you enjoy that too. Next week on Monday Night Raw, will be a champion verses champion, no disqualification match, loser loses the title to Smackdown!, winner will be the champion on Raw, Zoe Hardy verses Sera Suicide. Welcome to Raw Zoe!" he finishes and heads backstage to his office.
Sera and I smile, this is going to be fun.
A preview of tonight's main event shows as we all head to the back. Tonight's main event is John Cena & ? verses Jack Swagger and Katie Lee Burchill, winner picking up 2 draft picks.
I head into the trainer's room, yeah, my back's out again thanks to the rough landing of the Suicidal Bomb from the match.
The cameras are following John Cena around backstage, who is currently looking for a diva partner for the match.
"Yeah, you've done it again Zoe, but it's a bit worse than last time as it hadn't completely healed" the trainer states
"Oh bloody hell!" I reply.
John walks in. "Hey, you want to make an impact on Raw, right?"
"Well, hi John, I'm just fine thanks for asking. Of course I want to make an impact on Raw, but that isn't going to happen until next week"
"Or tonight, representing the Raw brand"
"Since when?"
"Main event, verses Swagger and Katie"
"I'm done with Katie"
"She's not wrestling until next week John, that is an order" the trainer states with authority.
"What if I don't even attempt the flip?" I ask the trainer
"Then it should be fine, but the slightest unexpected impact to you back will cause you the miss a few months, it needs to heal"
"What time's the match?" I ask John
"In an hour" he replies
"Count me in"
Now, the crowd doesn't know that I agreed, or if John even asked me, as the guys in the truck silenced our voices, only hearing the crowd and commentators.
The hour flies by and my back is in some of its worst pain ever, and I've had a lot of back issues in my life. Why did I agree to this again? Probably because I've always been a greedy bitch! It's a reason behind all of my stupid actions. Anyways, let's get to that main event match.
Match Jack Swagger and Katie Lee-Burchill come out first. John then goes out and grabs a microphone.
"Now, I bet everybody is wondering who I've found roaming in the back who agreed to help me win this match for Raw… you two… things… know her very well… so this is going to be a very fun match. And introducing my partner in crime for one night only, representing Raw for the very first time… Zoe Hardy!" John introduces.
My music hits and I come out with my title belt and supporting a Raw t-shirt.
The match goes back and forth… diva vs. diva, superstar vs. superstar… the usual basically. The most annoying thing is not being allowed to do some of my moves… don't want to be put on the sidelines for a few months, right when I've been drafted to Raw. That would suck!
Look, I'm going to get to the point… Raw wins. John has Swagger on his shoulders for the FU and I hit the Twist of Fate on Katie on the outside of the ring. Cena hits the FU and gets the 3 count. I roll into the ring to celebrate, which is cut short by the randomisation of people faces and names on the mega-tron. First Raw pick… Maryse. WHY WON'T SHE LEAVE ME ALONE?!
"Fucking hell" I say to myself under my breath, as she comes out and taunts.
She heads back to the backstage. The randomisation starts up again and stops on Matt Hardy's face.
"What?" I say to myself.
Matt comes out and taunts. He points at John and signals the title around his waist… John looks a bit pissed off. And there goes my change in scenery… no change in my driving buddies. There was that part of me that hoped he stayed on Smackdown! so I could drive to the events with someone else, like… Sera!
We all head to the hotel for a good night's rest ready for the next line of events. Night.
