Yes, i know its a video game...i have it. i just thought the title was appropriate. whatever. this is purely the match Mel has w/ jazz. have fun and plz R&R. oh and u get to meet some of Mel's other syblings. beware. but don't worry, they're not as stupid as Chris. :)

Chapter 20

Day of Reckoning

Melanie paraded down the ramp with head held up high and a determined look on her face as she headed towards the ring. It wasn't just any ring, it was a Wrestlemania ring. On the outside, she was calm and confident, but on the inside, she was begging to go home as the ring announcer reminded the crowd that the WWE Women's title was going to be at stake.

Moments later, Jazz entered the arena to a shower of boo's. She didn't seem to care; she just wanted to take care of business. As soon as she entered the ring, she began staring at Melanie. She instantly realized what she was trying to do. Melanie refused to be intimidated by her opponent. She stared back, taking Jazz somewhat by surprise as the referee held up the Women's title. The bell rang as Mel quickly approached her opponent. The two locked up in the middle of the ring, starting the match.

Ten minutes had gone by and Melanie was still fighting Jazz. There had been numerous near falls, but Melanie had always seemed to kick out of them. Maybe because she had the will to win, or maybe out of pure instinct. Either way, the match continued.

Brock was in the back watching the match closely, looking for any signs of Melanie being injured. She had managed to be injury-free through out the encounter. But Jazz was a tough competitor and it would only be a matter of time before she did something to really hurt Melanie.

She grimaced in pain as Jazz began torturing her knee. Melanie could feel her leg being twisted in awkward directions. She panicked. Jazz weighed much more than her and it became increasingly difficult to counter her moves the longer the match went on. Melanie looked into the crowd. Their faces disappeared as she began seeing a swirl of bright lights. She recognized her state immediately. She was fading away, about to slip into a subconscious situation. Her head began to spin just as it had before when The Big Show knocked her out last year. Her hand slowly began to go down as Jazz sneered.

"That's it gurlie… goodnight. Nice try, but you just can't beat me." Jazz whispered into Melanie's ear. She moaned in anguish, as the arena got darker and darker. The pain was now numbing as Melanie stopped struggling. She felt her hand being picked up by the referee.

"One!" The ref counted. If her hand went down 2 more times, it would be over and Jazz would retain the title. Suddenly, Melanie heard something. Something she had never heard before. It was soft at first; it started with only one person. Then a few more followed, then more. The entire first section was clapping, in unison. Then the second level followed, then the next…the clapping grew louder and faster. Chants emerged in the midst of the clapping. Mel…Mel…Mel. The fans were chanting her name.

"Two!" The referee said again. Melanie felt her pulse getting stronger and stronger. Her legs were tingling, getting warmer. The feeling made its way quickly up her thighs, her torso…her chest. Her body felt like it was being wired. Melanie felt herself chanting her own name. C'mon Mel…you can do it. Don't give up. The referee lifted her hand one more time and released it. It fell, but only about three quarters of the way down. It didn't count. Her body was shaking. She found the strength to get up. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was standing on her own two feet, facing her opponent.

Jazz stood in disbelief as Mel began fighting back, with everything she had. The crowd roared. She threw a left punch, then a right, then another left. Her body had never felt so alive; the electricity ran through her veins, as she felt stronger and stronger with every punch. Jazz couldn't fight back. She covered her face to soften the blows, but it was no good. The damage had been done. The adrenaline rush continued flowing throughout Mel's body as she whipped Jazz into the ropes. Jazz came right back to her like a boomerang as Mel picked her up and slammed her onto the canvas, face first. The audience howled in approval as Melanie signaled for an F-5. She kicked Jazz and lifted her up.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted someone on the apron. It was Jazz's boyfriend, Rodney. He was a very large man with a heavy build. Melanie didn't have time to think, she dropped Jazz and made her way over to Rodney, who was distracting the referee. She clenched her right hand and pulled it back as far as her shoulder would allow it and pushed it forward as hard as she could, making contact with his nose. He stumbled backwards and fell off the apron.

Mel quickly turned her attention toward Jazz, who had already gotten to her feet. She picked her up by the hair, but Jazz punched Mel right in the mouth. Hot blood filled her mouth as Mel staggered backwards and fell to the ground, holding her jaw. She took her hand away from her mouth and saw her own blood on her hands and all over the mat. Normally, she would have stayed down to survey the damage of her own body, but the adrenalin didn't even begin to deteriorate. Jazz swiftly tossed what looked like a pair of brass knuckles to her boyfriend. The referee never saw it. She moved in quickly and performed the Widows Peak, a finishing maneuver that destroys the victim's knees by dropping them flat on their kneecaps. Jazz got on top of Melanie for the pin. The fans held their breath.

1…2… Melanie kicked out. Jazz sat up quickly, dumbfounded by what had happened. Her boyfriend, who had slowly recovered from the previous attack, pouted as his girlfriend looked to him for answers he didn't have. While Jazz went over to the referee to complain about the alleged 3 count, Melanie laid there, looking up at the fans. Most were still shocked that she even kicked out. Others were on the edge of their seat, waiting to see what'll happen next. She closed her eyes, trying to search for answers. She thought of all the adversity she had overcome, just to be here. She fought her whole life to be something. Mel thought of all the people that had made her life a living miserable hell, from Krista Taylor in Kindergarten, to Katie Sean in high school, to Paul Heyman in the WWE. She quickly realized that this was bigger than the Women's title, this was retribution.

And Melanie wasn't going to show compassion…not anymore.

Melanie did a head spring and landed flat on her feet, grinning. Jazz whirled around and gasped as Melanie charged after her. She kicked her adversary and lifted her up, not for an F-5, but for a tombstone piledriver. Jazz's head hit the mat with a thud as Melanie covered her.

1…2…3! The bell rang loudly as Melanie pulled herself off of Jazz and struggled to stand up.

"Here is your winner…and the new WWE Women's champion… Melanie!" The announcer said enthusiastically. Melanie looked up and squinted. She struggled to see, but she really couldn't. Her head felt 100 pounds heavier than usual. She felt herself being lifted up, like she was flying. But she stopped about 6 feet off the ground. Melanie looked down. Brock had lifted her up onto his shoulders. He looked up at her, smiling. She grinned as he took the title and slowly handed it to her. Mel stared at it for a few moments. She saw her own reflection with the words Women's Champion written across the gold plate. There were bruises all over her face with crimson blood pouring from her mouth and nose. She looked as if she had been in a ghastly accident, but she was smiling. She took the belt and held it high above her head. The building erupted as the ring quickly filled with friends and family.

Brock let her down gently and disappeared in a flock of people. Stephanie was the first to congratulate Mel once her feet touched the ground. Then Melanie's brother Chris came up from behind her and gave her a bone-crushing hug. Even her sister Prue and her husband Batista turned up for the event. Melanie and her guests slowly made their way to the back. Mel was the last person to exit the stage. She stopped and turned around to see most of the fans still on their feet, giving her a standing ovation. Melanie dropped the title on the ground and began applauding the fans as a show of respect. Then quickly disappeared behind the curtains.

"Whooho! Melzy! Now we can park in the cripple spot at the mall!" Chris said eagerly. A tall man with a strong, muscular build slapped Chris in the back of his head. Melanie looked up at her oldest brother, Leo with an appreciative smile. He was training in the military to go to Iraq. This would be one of the last times she would see her oldest brother before he went to war.

"Thank you Leo. He's been like this for a while." She said slowly. Leo nodded and smiled. He never talked much. He kept the family together after their mom died. He was Mel's hero.

"That was amazing Mel. Didn't know you had it in you! Weird, it wasn't that long ago that I could kick your ass." Another woman said. Melanie recognized her as her older sister, Samantha. Of course, no one called her that. Most people called her slam bam thank you Sam for reasons only known by three quarters of the guys at her high school. She was very attractive with long, brown hair and hazel eyes, which she undoubtedly got from her father. Melanie smiled at her older sister.

"Err, thanks…I guess." She said. A uniformed man took the title away form Melanie and carefully replaced the plate with Jazz's name on it with Melanie's. The belt was officially hers.

"Melanie. You're bleeding, you should really get that taken care of." Prue said. Melanie nodded as Stephanie began assisting her to the trainer's room.

"That was crazy Melanie. You really proved something out there." Stephanie said as they approached the room. Melanie smiled weakly.

" That white girls can kick ass too?" She said a little sluggishly. Stephanie laughed.

" No, that you can carry this business. You can do anything Melanie. Anything." Mel smiled and collapsed onto the nearest bed, obviously from the excess blood loss.

" Yeah, Krista Taylor ain't got nothin' on me." She said just before passing out.

case u were wondering, those are actual ppl that have given me a hard time in the past, i just altered their names cause im not that mean. and i don't wanna see an angry mob outside my house. lol. plz R&R