The Pig And His Boy
"What the hell are you doing in my locker room?" Akasha demanded as she walked in and found Paul Heyman perusing through her travel bag, holding one of her nicer pairs of underwear in his hands. "Oh I came to talk to you about yourself and my Brock. You know the one who knocked you and all your little buddies out a couple of weeks ago." "I remember Heyman! It's called a throbbing concussion! So why are you in my locker room?" She said angrily as she snatched her underwear away from him and tossed it back into the bag. She shrugged to herself and pushed him in the shoulder, "Who cares!? Just get out!" Heyman pulled up straight but didn't walk off, "You know Akasha. Living Dead Girl. You are living aren't you?" He ran the back of his hand across her face, only to have it slapped away very quickly, "I can call off Brock any time I want. It's gonna depend on how you treat me. Someone as powerful as me with Brock by my side is someone to make an alliance with wouldn't you say?" He shuffled himself forward and Akasha who stood her ground and then punched him right in the face. His head flung to one side and slowly it returned to face her, "I don't need anyone Heyman! And you should know as well as anyone else that your so called 'Alliances' don't work out! Get the hell out of my locker room!" Heyman didn't move, "I will punch you again! Get out!" Heyman walked towards the door, then turned back around, "Watch yourself Dead Girl. Don't force me to make you live out your name." He closed the door and Akasha stared at it for a few moments. She had to go down with Lita for a Tag Team Match in a few moments and she had no idea what could happen.
"And introducing to the ring, Lita!" Lita ran down the ramp, pumped up and excited. Green nets on her arms and a new pair of cargo pants that were black with bright green trims. Akasha's music came on and she too headed down to the ring, "And introducing her Tag Team partner, Akasha!" The two women grouped in the ring and got ready for their opposition, as they knew it was hard match. Jacqueline and Jazz came down the ramp to Jazz's music, Women's Championship around Jazz's waist. The match started well enough, Jazz and Jackie sliding into the ring and Jazz taking on Lita and Jackie taking on Akasha. The Ref got everyone out of the ring besides Lita and Jazz and the match officially began, "Come on Lita!" Akasha screamed to Lita as she lay on her back, Jazz beating the hell out of her. Lita got to her feet and managed to push Jazz away from her. Jazz tagged in Jackie while Lita leaped over and tagged in Akasha. Akasha leaped to the top turnbuckle and tried to land a Moonsault on Jackie but she dodged and Akasha slammed into the mat, getting the wind knocked out of her. Jackie pulled her up by her hair and pushed her forward. Akasha bounced off the ropes but as she did Jazz grabbed her neck and slammed it down onto the top rope. The Ref saw it and began to tell Jazz off but the damage was already done. Jackie grabbed Akasha and gave her a German Suplex and then rolled over her and got the cover. Jazz pointed the ref towards the two and the Ref quickly ran over and counted three, Jazz and Jackie won the match and left celebrating their victory.
Lita got in the ring and helped Akasha up, she stopped all of a sudden when she saw Heyman squatting at the top of the ramp with Akasha's bag of belongings from her locker room. He was holding up her underwear, the male percentage of the crowd wasn't hating it either. Akasha pulled away from Lita, "Akasha, don't do it." Lita whispered harshly. Akasha shrugged her grip off completely and slowly got out of the ring. She walked to the side and grabbed herself a chair and then began to walk up the ramp. Heyman stood up and began throwing her clothes to the crowd. Akasha began to jog and pulled the chair up, ready to hit. Heyman. He began to back up and as Akasha drew near Brock Lesnar came out. Akasha didn't slow down, it was too late for that now. Brock was in the way of Heyman so she laid the chair into his head instead. The loud crack of metal and skull made the audience jump up and cheer for Akasha. Brock stumbled back but didn't fall over. Akasha's eyes widened and she almost dropped the chair in shock. He looked extremely pissed off now, what had she done? "You're dead Akasha!" Heyman laughed at her, from just in front of the curtain. Brock walked towards Akasha and she readied herself for her next move. She slammed the chair into his gut and then kicked him in the balls. He bent forward in pain and she slammed the chair into the back of his head as hard as she could. He fell to one knee and yelled out in pain and then Akasha saw she had a free shot at Heyman. She ran over towards the curtain as Heyman ran off backstage and she threw the chair at him, knocking him down and through the curtain. "Akasha!!!" Lita screamed from the bottom of the ramp. Akasha turned and was met with Brock Lesnar's fist.
Akasha smacked into the metal floor on top of the ramp. Next thing she knew she was being picked up and Brock landed a F-5 on her, sending her into the floor again. The pain was excruciating as her stomach and head was smacked into the ramp. For a moment she thought he had snapped her neck because for an instant she couldn't feel anything, it must have been shock because after that her entire body hurt real bad. She rolled over and lay flat on her back, trying to breathe as best she could. Brock left with a smile and slowly, hand over her mouth in total shock Lita came up the ramp. The Ref's came out and saw she was conscious so didn't call the stretcher out. Lita made it to Akasha and knelt down next to her, "You ok?" She asked quietly. Akasha nodded and pulled herself up. The crowd cheered for her efforts and getting the chair in on Brock. Lita held her up best she could and together they walked backstage.
"What the hell are you doing in my locker room?" Akasha demanded as she walked in and found Paul Heyman perusing through her travel bag, holding one of her nicer pairs of underwear in his hands. "Oh I came to talk to you about yourself and my Brock. You know the one who knocked you and all your little buddies out a couple of weeks ago." "I remember Heyman! It's called a throbbing concussion! So why are you in my locker room?" She said angrily as she snatched her underwear away from him and tossed it back into the bag. She shrugged to herself and pushed him in the shoulder, "Who cares!? Just get out!" Heyman pulled up straight but didn't walk off, "You know Akasha. Living Dead Girl. You are living aren't you?" He ran the back of his hand across her face, only to have it slapped away very quickly, "I can call off Brock any time I want. It's gonna depend on how you treat me. Someone as powerful as me with Brock by my side is someone to make an alliance with wouldn't you say?" He shuffled himself forward and Akasha who stood her ground and then punched him right in the face. His head flung to one side and slowly it returned to face her, "I don't need anyone Heyman! And you should know as well as anyone else that your so called 'Alliances' don't work out! Get the hell out of my locker room!" Heyman didn't move, "I will punch you again! Get out!" Heyman walked towards the door, then turned back around, "Watch yourself Dead Girl. Don't force me to make you live out your name." He closed the door and Akasha stared at it for a few moments. She had to go down with Lita for a Tag Team Match in a few moments and she had no idea what could happen.
"And introducing to the ring, Lita!" Lita ran down the ramp, pumped up and excited. Green nets on her arms and a new pair of cargo pants that were black with bright green trims. Akasha's music came on and she too headed down to the ring, "And introducing her Tag Team partner, Akasha!" The two women grouped in the ring and got ready for their opposition, as they knew it was hard match. Jacqueline and Jazz came down the ramp to Jazz's music, Women's Championship around Jazz's waist. The match started well enough, Jazz and Jackie sliding into the ring and Jazz taking on Lita and Jackie taking on Akasha. The Ref got everyone out of the ring besides Lita and Jazz and the match officially began, "Come on Lita!" Akasha screamed to Lita as she lay on her back, Jazz beating the hell out of her. Lita got to her feet and managed to push Jazz away from her. Jazz tagged in Jackie while Lita leaped over and tagged in Akasha. Akasha leaped to the top turnbuckle and tried to land a Moonsault on Jackie but she dodged and Akasha slammed into the mat, getting the wind knocked out of her. Jackie pulled her up by her hair and pushed her forward. Akasha bounced off the ropes but as she did Jazz grabbed her neck and slammed it down onto the top rope. The Ref saw it and began to tell Jazz off but the damage was already done. Jackie grabbed Akasha and gave her a German Suplex and then rolled over her and got the cover. Jazz pointed the ref towards the two and the Ref quickly ran over and counted three, Jazz and Jackie won the match and left celebrating their victory.
Lita got in the ring and helped Akasha up, she stopped all of a sudden when she saw Heyman squatting at the top of the ramp with Akasha's bag of belongings from her locker room. He was holding up her underwear, the male percentage of the crowd wasn't hating it either. Akasha pulled away from Lita, "Akasha, don't do it." Lita whispered harshly. Akasha shrugged her grip off completely and slowly got out of the ring. She walked to the side and grabbed herself a chair and then began to walk up the ramp. Heyman stood up and began throwing her clothes to the crowd. Akasha began to jog and pulled the chair up, ready to hit. Heyman. He began to back up and as Akasha drew near Brock Lesnar came out. Akasha didn't slow down, it was too late for that now. Brock was in the way of Heyman so she laid the chair into his head instead. The loud crack of metal and skull made the audience jump up and cheer for Akasha. Brock stumbled back but didn't fall over. Akasha's eyes widened and she almost dropped the chair in shock. He looked extremely pissed off now, what had she done? "You're dead Akasha!" Heyman laughed at her, from just in front of the curtain. Brock walked towards Akasha and she readied herself for her next move. She slammed the chair into his gut and then kicked him in the balls. He bent forward in pain and she slammed the chair into the back of his head as hard as she could. He fell to one knee and yelled out in pain and then Akasha saw she had a free shot at Heyman. She ran over towards the curtain as Heyman ran off backstage and she threw the chair at him, knocking him down and through the curtain. "Akasha!!!" Lita screamed from the bottom of the ramp. Akasha turned and was met with Brock Lesnar's fist.
Akasha smacked into the metal floor on top of the ramp. Next thing she knew she was being picked up and Brock landed a F-5 on her, sending her into the floor again. The pain was excruciating as her stomach and head was smacked into the ramp. For a moment she thought he had snapped her neck because for an instant she couldn't feel anything, it must have been shock because after that her entire body hurt real bad. She rolled over and lay flat on her back, trying to breathe as best she could. Brock left with a smile and slowly, hand over her mouth in total shock Lita came up the ramp. The Ref's came out and saw she was conscious so didn't call the stretcher out. Lita made it to Akasha and knelt down next to her, "You ok?" She asked quietly. Akasha nodded and pulled herself up. The crowd cheered for her efforts and getting the chair in on Brock. Lita held her up best she could and together they walked backstage.
