Disclaimer: All WWE Superstars are completely NOT mine. However it'd be cool if John Cena, Randy Orton, Triple H… RVD…

Note: Thank you for all your reviews! I know Rico's been fired, as I've kinda put it in my other story, Remember the Name. So I'll incorporate it in somehow. And from now on, the story isn't going with the storylines of Smackdown.

Chapter 3

"Rico?" Sophie Long said incredulously. This was one former WWE Superstar she hadn't expected to see. She had been disappointed when he had been fired, but it was Mr. McMahon's decision, not her Father's.

The security guard had taken his cap off, and yes, it was Rico. He grinned at Sophie and gave her a hug.

"Er, what's going on here?" Torrie asked, Rob's arm around her protectively.

"Oh, well you guys know Rico, of course," Sophie said, turning to them, "He used to be my hairdresser actually. Best stylist in town," she said, grinning at him.

"Well, we'd better get out of here, I guess, before these two come around," Rico said, kicking Jesus. A scream echoed from the still showing Dawn of the Dead as they all departed.

"Well, here we are back on Smackdown, and what an enormous night we have ahead! John Cena will be taking on Carlito Cool for the United States Championship!" Tazz said gleefully, grinning from ear to ear. "And here with us, special commentator Sophie Long. Hopefully wanting to see some of the action, eh? Welcome, Miss Long." Tazz said, shaking her hand, and Cole did as well.

"Great to be here," she said simply. "I wanted to see Carlito Jerkface Cool get his butt kicked, frankly." A huge cheer and a laugh were heard from the crowd and the commentators. Speak of the spitter, Carlito's music hit and Sophie's gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing, not moving. She was still aching slightly from the last time she had encountered these… idiots.

Carlito was grumbling still about the injured shoulder of his, which had happened at Survivor Series. Jesus was smirking.

"C'mon Carl, we can do this," he said loudly, knowing Sophie was listening. Her hands trembled in anger, but she relaxed slightly when John Cena's music hit. She gave a small smile, as he ran out into the ring, and sat back, knowing he would win.

Grinning ever more as he grabbed the steel chair, her grin grew ever wider as he hit Carlito with the steel chair. She yelled for him to look out when Jesus tried to attack from behind, but John had already noticed. The match hadn't even started yet, and Carlito was already in excruciating pain. The Champ is here, she thought triumphantly.

1…2..3… She almost stood up when he emerged victorious. He caught her eye and winked so quickly the crowd didn't notice. Nor the commentators for that matter. She kept grinning, but her face fell when Jesus came up from behind.

"JOHN, LOOK OUT!" she yelled, but it was too late. Jesus had the chain wrapped around his fist, and had slammed into his kidneys. Then she had stood up. Angry tears poured down her face as she rushed into the ring, Carlito and Jesus laughing at her. The crowd buzzed angrily at them, and she went to John, who was gasping in pain.

"John… Oh God, John, please hang in there," she said, aghast, her eyesight blurry, she was crying so much. She choked the tears back, but they kept coming. Tazz came up from behind her.

"GET SOME EMT'S DOWN HERE!" she yelled, but they were way ahead of her. The stretcher was laid out next to John Cena, who was on his side in pain.

"I can't move…" he groaned, his eyes screwed up in pain. Sophie bit her lip so hard it almost bled, as he was put onto his stretcher, his enormous yell of pain causing her to run out of the ring, not being able to take much more.

She was running and crying, crying and running at the same time. She ran into someone very large. She stiffened, until she heard the familiar voice.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, ese," she looked up and saw Eddie Guerrero, who was also slightly pale. She looked up at him, and he put his arms around her, in a comforting friendly way. She cried into his shoulder until she could cry no more.

"I saw what those idiots did to Cena back there," he said, "And you know that crying won't do anything to make him better, holmes." She broke away from the hug slowly and nodded, her eyes red. "Which is why you need revenge, Latino Heat style."

And he whispered something in her ear that made her smile once more.

"Thanks, Eddie," she said, "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces…" The crowd, whom were watching this from backstage, buzzed confusedly. What elaborate scheme did Eddie have in mind?

QUEUE Mission Impossible Music

"Zzzzzz…" Jesus was propped on a chintz chair, several potato chips around him, the steel chain of John Cena still around his neck. He smirked a few times in his sleep, his mouth wide open, snoring so loudly it could wake the dead.

A slight noise was heard in the air vent, which opened very slowly. A figure all in black, suspended from strong wire, bobbed above Jesus, indistinguishable through the mask. It held none other than a Hawaiian lei (necklace thingy). In a swift, yet subtle movement, it switched the necklace for the chain, and retreated silently into the air vent. Jesus noticed nothing.

"And now here's the start of SHR, the Smackdown Highlight Reel, being abbreviated into this short term. And— Oh my god, Cole! Look at this!"

Instead of Sophie making her way to the ring, she was in an ambulance, grinning.

"Well, I guess my first order of business is to call out Carlito Jerkface Cool and his associate moron Jesus." She said, smirking.

The crowd buzzed even louder with laughing as the two made their way out to the ring, confused. They had no idea why they were out here.

"Jesus! Carlito! Looking for something?" she said, holding up the steel chain and laughing as they looked confused.

"But… Jesus h—JESUS, WHERE THE HELL IS THE CHAIN?" Carlito said, just realizing that the chain had been switched with a Hawaiian necklace. Jesus looked down in horror, as Sophie laughed even harder.

"Had a little help from Latino Heat, of course," she said, winking at the crowd, which laughed harder. "Now I suppose what you all are wondering is who I'm interviewing today? Well, none other than Mr. John Cena of course!"

The camera view switched and you could see John lying down on a bed, grinning as Sophie presented him with his chain.

"I believe you lost this, so as a show of my gratitude, here it is," she said, placing it around his neck. John grinned, before giving the Word Life sign, a slightly pained look on his face.

"Now, I believe you have something to say to these two assclowns?" she said, grinning at the camera, as Jesus and Carlito fumed below. John took the microphone she held, and looked intensely at the camera.

"Carlito, Jesus, I said it before and I'll say it again. Payback, is a bitch. I may be back sooner than you think. So watch your back." Carlito looked terrified, whilst Jesus tried to look brave, but failing miserably.

The camera faded into a short movie about the newest addition, Sophie Long.

It showed her practicing tai chi and yoga, and also kick-boxing and boxing. It showed her standing next to WWE Legends, such as the Rock, Mark Henry, Hulk Hogan and Stone Cold Steve Austin. The last thing you saw of her was her in a kung fu uniform with a black belt, beating the heck out of a enormous black belt male trainer. She turned to the camera, running a hand through her hair to get it out of her face, before saying these words.

"Strength comes from the spirit of the mind. I may be small, but I pack a punch."

The camera then faded into commercial.