New Draft

Sometimes titles aren't held for very long and Akasha and Jeff found that out the hard way. Another Mixed tag team, Jazz and Steven Richards had challenged the sore couple the night after Backlash. Jeff found himself laid out on the mat while Jazz slammed Akasha into the steel stairs and she toppled over them, taking one set with her. Stephen got the three count on Jeff easily and the winners left with smiles. Jeff rolled out of the ring and now that he had his breath back in him he ran over to Akasha and pulled the stairs off her. As they got up they were swamped with fans patting them on the shoulders and back. Nobody cared they had lost, they still were Xtreme.

"It's been a year since the first draft of the WWE. Tonight all the superstars are here on Smack Down and this time I have the first draft for RAW." Ric announced from the podium at the top of the stage. Most superstars sat in a large room in front of a TV, awaiting to see if they would be drafted that night or in another lotto draw later that night. "I pick... Triple H." Ric said. The night went on with McMahon and Flair arguing and picking ten superstars each. "I pick Matt Hardy." McMahon announced. Matt turned to Jeff and prayed Ric wouldn't separate them, "Fine you want the Hardyz. I will not split such a great Tag Team up." Both breathed a sigh of relief and McMahon smiled brightly, "Fine Ric. I'll take Jeff too. Now you get two choices." "I'll take the other half of 4 Extreme." Ric announced. Akasha's head jerked up to the screen then to Lita, "Once again Ric, you've managed to make your show a sleazy one." McMahon said in disgust, "They're splitting us up?" Lita almost demanded out loud to no body in particular. Everyone's heads turned to the four sitting next to each other, "Ha, ha Lita! No more Matt! And Akasha, no more teaming with Jeff... Any time." Heyman said and laughed to them all. Akasha got up, her chair clanging into Bubba Ray and she stormed towards the door where Heyman was standing. Brock was nowhere in sight so she knocked Heyman flat onto his face before she stormed out, "Go after her." Lita hissed to Jeff, "Akasha!" Jeff called as he got up and went after her.

Akasha was pissed off, really pissed off and she was not in the mood for anyone. She decided to drive to the first RAW after the new draft and she certainly didn't drive conservatively. She tore into the back stage area where several other cars were parked around the place and slid into a free area. There was a loud clang and a crash and Akasha was out of the car in an instant. She ran around the other side of her car and her face quickly faded of colour. There, on its side and not in the greatest state was The Undertaker's motor bike. The side of her car was almost totaled but she was fearing the wrath of Taker more then a repair bill. Things couldn't have got much worse after she head Taker's voice boom from across the car park, "What the hell!?" He demanded. Akasha turned and lifted her head to lock eyes with the huge man in his leather coat and pants, "It was an accident Taker..." "You totaled my bike you stupid bitch!" He shouted, pointing to the bike. At that point Akasha didn't care who she was staring at, she snapped, "Look! I said it was an accident! I'll pay for the damn repairs, just get out of my face about it!" She gasped at her own voice, had she just said that to the Undertaker? He slowly took his sunglasses off and narrowed his eyes on her, "What did you say?" He asked slowly. Akasha, despite having weak knees stood her ground, "You heard me Taker, I'll fix your bike... I'm not in the mood right now." If he could have snapped her neck and gotten away with it he would have, "I don't care what mood you're in." He bent down and grabbed the steel rod from his bike, "What are you doing?" She almost shrieked. He said nothing and simply stood back up then smashed it through the front windshield of her prized possession, "No!!!" She screamed as the glass sprayed everywhere. Taker then grabbed her head and slammed it into the side of her car. She fell backwards and almost fell unconscious, "Taker!" She heard Triple H shout before the sound of punches filled her ears.

Triple H gently pulled Akasha up and walked away with her walking slightly in his arms, "You'll pay for this Triple H!" Taker shouted angrily at him before continuing to smash the shit out of Akasha's WRX. The crowd didn't know whether to cheer or boo the situation which they had just seen. Everyone loved Akasha so they weren't happy about Taker smashing her into her own car, "I really can't believe what just happened." J.R said, camera on the two new RAW commentators. The shock was clearly seen on both J.R and Cole's faces, "Well if you've just joined us folks you've sure missed out. Just moments ago, Akasha arrived at this arena and it seems" The went to a reply of the events, "she crashed the side of her own car into The Undertaker's bike. Taker certainly wasn't impressed and despite Akasha's apologies and offer to pay for repairs he began to destroy her car further and then smashed her head into her own car. The chaos would have continued if it wasn't for Triple H who had the heart to interfere."