Author's Note: I'm back! Hope you like this chapter! Review! Oh! I almost forgot… You see, I haven't been able to watch Smackdown for quite a while, and I'm not quite sure of what's been happening of late, sans Rey Mysterio winning the CW title. Hell, I'm not even sure who the announcers are anymore! This is mainly because I have cheerleading practices with my other friends so we can get ready for camp! The only bad part is it's on Thursdays, 6 to 8:30 or so. So that sucks. Anyway, sorry for any mistakes in the shows of Smackdown! Ciao for now! Love you guys!
Disclaimer/Summary: First chapter.
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Tears of Tomorrow
Part II
"Last week, Rey Mysterio won the Cruiserweight Championship, but he also injured his left hamstring, and he's still got that groin injury!" Michael Cole was once again keeping the fans up to date, "You have to wonder what kind of condition that he is in!"
"I agree, Cole," Tazz replied, "Crash and Shannon have not been banned from ringside, so it may turn into a 3 on 1 assault, yet again…" he trailed off as Rey's music hit. The response from the crowd was deafening. The fans rose to their feet, screaming, hollering, and clapping all the way as the Champion bounced along to the ring. Confusion was definite in the crowd however, because of the dirty blonde wonder trailing him happily to the ring.
"…And accompanied by Isabella, REY MYSERIO!"
"Oh my God, Cole, is that one of the new Divas?" Tazz asked, staring, if not drooling, at the sight of Isabella. Cole almost laughed, but he instead thought for a moment.
"I believe so, Tazz," he turned to the camera, "And for everybody who missed what happened earlier, he's a replay of the footage." Immediately the scene from Stephanie's office began to play out on the Titan Tron. The crowd followed Isabella with their eyes, but then decided that, hey, she's with Mysterio, so she must be cool! And another reason – maybe, just maybe, she could help to stop Crash and Shannon from entering and cheating for the match. So they kept on cheering.
Isabella let out the breath she knew that she'd been holding when the fans didn't stop cheering when she slipped out of the curtain. Wisps of dirty blond hair tickled her neck – she'd slipped her hair into a ponytail before she'd traveled out – when she stepped into the ring, the ropes held down by Rey Mysterio. Isabella thanked him, smiling fondly, and tried to get used to the feel of the springy mat beneath the high-heeled boots she was wearing. Rey said a few quick words in Spanish, meant to clam her down, but she was still as jumpy as ever. As the beats of Matt's theme song began to play, Isabella gripped one of the blue ropes tightly in her hand. Self-consciously, she looked over her outfit while Matt and the others strutted down to the ring. She had changed into black leather pants with pink, white, and blue flowers down the sides, and a simple tank top out of the same material and style, with flowers across the chest, and that revealed her stomach to a certain degree.
And that's why she didn't notice the amount of Matt's valets to the ring until Rey nudged her. She glanced up, and as instinct almost, her eyes narrowed at the sight of a luscious brunette sauntering to the ring, clutching the arm of the former Cruiserweight champion. Tyra hadn't bothered to change to go to the ring, not even to change those ridiculously high high-heels that she'd been wearing. Tyra laughed, showing off her white teeth, and sarcastically waved to Isabella.
Isabella hated her. The blond whirled around to face the ref, who seemed to shirk in his blue ref uniform. While she yelled to be heard over the music, she shot a finger in their direction.
"How many valets can they have?" Isabella shouted as Matt entered the ring.
"It isn't stated," the ref shouted back. Isabella clenched her teeth. So Matt could've brought the whole damn locker room out if he wanted too! She glared at Tyra for a moment, and then slid out to ringside, on the opposite side of Tyra, Crash, and Shannon. Groaning, she wondered what Tyra was up to. She obviously didn't know Matt, so why was she being his valet for a night? Isabella shook her head, and willed herself to concentrate on the match. As the match progressed, it went in neither man's hands for very long. Isabella had to hand it to Matt. Rey had two injuries, and Matt was doing the best he could to win the match, by beating on those specific parts. At this moment, he had the upper hand, but was slowly losing it as Rey tried to counter at every move.
And just like she'd thought, soon enough Rey had gotten the upper hand. A minute later, he delivered the 6-1-9. Isabella slapped the mat, cheering on Rey. That's when she made her first mistake. She hadn't really thought of the reason why Shannon, Tyra, and Crash hadn't been trying to interfere in the match, and a careful valet would've kept his or her eye on them. Of course, Isabella was new, and was anything but careful, heading straightforward into just about anything without any cares.
Tyra nodded to Shannon and Crash. The two branched along the opposite sides of the ring just as Rey got the 6-1-9 done. The two started to sandwich the unsuspecting blonde, until she turned, and saw Crash's fingers in arm's reach, itching to get around her throat. She let out a small gasp, slapped his fingers away, and turned around to run. She, however, ran straight into Shannon, who grabbed her arms and essentially locked her there. She struggled, trying to yank from his grasp.
"Get off of me!" she shouted, trying to kick him, but with the little space between them, the most she could do was step on his toes. She thrashed until she felt Crash's hands slam against the back of her head, sending her sliding down Shannon to the padded concrete. Tyra smiled, slowly walking over to Isabella, the wicked grin gracefully applied. By this time, Isabella had gotten herself up on all fours as she clutched her head. Tyra motioned to the others, and they grabbed Isabella's arms and held her back. After sizing her up, Tyra blasted her heeled shoe into Isabella's forehead. At the noise, Rey turned from Matt, and started to leap over the ropes to help Isabella, but Matt grabbed his legs and yanked him down to the mat. The ref started to yell at Crash, Shannon, and Tyra, and didn't notice Matt pick up the title that Tyra had placed near the turnbuckle and bash Rey's head with it. The ref turned soon after, but the title was long gone, and Matt was in the middle of finishing a move.
Tyra taunted Isabella's cries as she started to work on her ribs. A kick there, a punch there, when the light disappeared. Matt froze in the middle of delivering the Twist of Fate, and Tyra stood stiffly, staring at the black entrance, when a familiar music hit.
"Dead Man Walking," came the first three words, sending the fans to their feet. What in His holy name was Undertaker doing coming out? But their questions weren't answered, as, instead of the Dead Man, came a tall, beautiful redhead, jogging down to ringside in sweatpants and a revealing tank top. Tyra backed up and yelled to Crash and Shannon, who turned straight into a weak double-clothesline.
"Back off Artemis!" Tyra shouted, stumbling backwards in her heels. Artemis lunged for Tyra, her fingers grabbing and tugging Tyra's mass of hair as they slammed to the ground. Artemis bashed her head against the floor, and then slammed her fist straight into Tyra's face. Tyra let out a scream as her knuckles busted against her eyes, forehead, cheeks, and face. Quite suddenly, the weight from Tyra's stomach was gone, along with the knuckles. Tyra clutched at her burning face and looked up. Crash had apparently picked up Artemis and tossed her on the barrier, judging by the way she was clutching her stomach and he was taunting her. She felt Shannon try to help her up, steadying her against his body. Tyra turned around and slapped him; at just about the same time Artemis was crashed into the stairs. And from somewhere away from the world of the battle spilling out from ringside, the bell rang and Rey Mysterio was announced the winner.
Isabella groaned and turned over. Her head and her ribs were still throbbing from Tyra, but she managed to struggle to her feet and make the doubles of everything disappear. She turned; looking for a threat, and immediately saw Crash, the fallen body of Artemis, Shannon running over, and an angry Tyra. Isabella yelped, sliding into the ring, which was another bad move on her part. As soon as she stood up on the springy mat, she realized it. The ring was empty; Rey's body tossed aside the carnage at ringside. She whirled around, only to be met with a kick to the gut. As much as she struggled, she couldn't get out of the move before Matt executed it.
Tyra yelled at Shannon and Crash, her eyes red with rage. The redheaded twit had attacked her! She had the audacity to attack her! No one attacked Tyra!
"Get her!" she shrieked, the memory of knuckles bruising her face, "Get her!" she cried out, prodding a finger in the general direction of Artemis. Artemis had crawled to her feet, but her emotions weren't as loose as Tyra. She was quite calm and rational, actually, as Crash came barreling towards her, and a meek Shannon following. Just as Crash tried to spear her into the stairs, Artemis leapt backwards, landing on top of the steel steps. A millisecond later, they toppled from the weight Crash had ended up throwing against them. Artemis once again leapt backwards, avoiding the falling stairs. Shannon halted quickly, so he wouldn't hit Crash or the stairs. Artemis flashed him a quick smile, but she had been standing a tad too close to the apron.
Matt, his face red with defeat, leaned over and yanked the redhead up by her hair, causing a cry of surprise. He lifted her into the ring, and started to deliver the Twist of Fate once more. He connected. Artemis grabbed her head as Crash, Shannon, and Tyra rolled and climbed into the ring, staring at Isabella and Artemis. Matt stalked over, yelling at Shannon and Crash as he yanked Isabella up by the hair, telling them that this was how it was done. Tyra egged him on, her brown eyes glistening with the thought of revenge. Rey Mysterio, meanwhile, had gotten up, and crawled up the turnbuckle. He leapt, taking out Crash easily. Once he hit the ground, however, Shannon was on top of him, kicking and pounding Rey for all he was worth. Tyra had slipped out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair, and she had returned. Matt picked Isabella up easily onto his shoulders.
Isabella gave out a strangled cry when she realized what Matt was going to do. She desperately hit his head to try and get out. But it didn't work. Matt lifted her off his shoulders and executed the power bomb cleanly. As soon as she hit the mat, Isabella went motionless.
"Let's get her!" cried Tyra, shoving Artemis's stumbling form to Matt. Matt smiled evilly, holding her back as Tyra drew the chair back, ready for a swing. Meanwhile, Shannon had found the title, and was slamming it into Mysterio as fast and as hard as he could. Tyra took a couple steps forward, and slammed the chair into Artemis. Which, it turned out, was quite a stupid idea.
For the second time that night, the Dead Man's music played, and the Undertaker ran down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He gave Matt a clothesline as he passed, and tossed Shannon over the ropes easily, title in hand. Crash stumbled up, and 'Taker grabbed his throat. The crowd roared as he delivered a choke slam. Finally, the Undertaker set his sights on the stirring Matt and the pleading Tyra. He growled, ruthlessly shoving Tyra into the turnbuckle, and delivered the Tombstone to Matt. Tyra scampered out of the ring quickly, her eyes locking with the Undertaker.
"My God, Cole, just look at all of that carnage…" Tazz murmured. Others gained his amazement quickly. Isabella lay motionless in the ring, Mysterio next to her, barely able to squat to see if she was okay, 'Taker kneeling next to Artemis, blood creasing her forehead, Shannon lying against the barriers, and Crash on the apron, staring up at the lights, his jaw slacked.
And it was at that precise moment that the General Manager's theme song started.
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