"Mrs. Jericho?" the awkward college student continued to knock on the door after he opened it. Lana cringed, but allowed the intern to continue to speak. "I was instructed to escort you to though the stands during the divas Battle Royal are you ready?"

Lana got up and adjusted her black tank top, her short denim mini skirt and her black Ugg Boots before running her fingers through her newly straightened hair and blotting her ultra-shiny lip gloss. "Yep, I'm ready!"

Meanwhile in the ring, Trish, along with Ashley Mossaro and Mickie James, dominated the Over The Rope match. Watching the match had obviously lit a fire in Lana and she sprung out of the crowd and into the ring in which only Trish, Torrie and Mickie were still active. Mickie was the first to notice Lana and stood motionless, giving her own 'team member' the opportunity to get rid of her.

Upon entering the ring, Lana dove Trish's chop and baseball slid into Torrie's leg before monkey kicking her over the ropes. Trish stood in shock and gave Lana the opportunity to demand a live mic. The crowd went wild in anticipation as the former Women's Champion walked closer to Trish, the current holder of the title.

"Trish, I know you've had a nice little run as champ. Feels good huh?" Trish nodded as Lana continued to back her into the corner. "It's nice being able to jock around new-comers huh?" Trish felt false security in Lana's smile. "Too bad that's over for you!" Without warning, Alana chopped Trish into the back corner and gave her a jawbreaker. Lana stood again and without missing a beat, she brought the mic back up to her lips, "Next week at Unforgiven…I want a shot at that title…" she grabbed the belt, and laughed at the fact that Trish flinched, "And since you think you're so bad, I want it to be a submissions match."

Lana flipped her hair and enjoyed the crowd's applause as she seductively exited the ring. As she descended the few steel stairs, she saw Mickie and Ashley get up out of the corner of her eye. She flung around to big boot both girls, but stopped when they stepped back. Instead she smile and them and motioned for them to join her on her 'victory' walk up the ramp.

Alana was received backstage by the majority of the Raw roster. She kissed and hugged all the people she knew and sat through the introductions of the few wrestlers who had come in her absence. After she had made her way through the majority of the group, she felt a firm hand around her upper arm.

"Excuse me everyone, I need to talk to my wife!" Chris Jericho pushed though the people and tried to pull Lana into a secluded room. "Where the hell have you been? You think you can just go ff and make decisions like this without me?" Chris drew back, but instead of hitting Lana, he hit wall behind her. "You know what, I'm not even gonna get angry with you right now! You get my daughter and we're leaving. After we return all that shit you bought with my money," Chris pulled at the strap of Lana's top, "you're going back home!"

Alana stood there and looked blankly in front of her, "No, I'm not. I'm staying here, because I'm working again. And No," she looked up at Chris who was amazed she was speaking, "I'm not returning anything I bought with my money."

Chris laughed as he paced the floor. "You're not telling me what you're doing. I run this relationship, I'm the man!" Jericho drew back his hand, and at that very moment, the door flew open.

Randy kicked Chris in his back and watched him fall. "You fucking jack-off!" While Randy continued to kick and abase Chris, Dave stepped over him and extended his hand to Lana. She hesitantly took it and followed him as he led her back to the McMahons' office.

"Are you okay?" Dave brushed Alana's hair back and looked over her distant looking green eyes. She nodded as a response.

Everyone sat in silence broken only by Stephanie's father, Alana's father figure, Vince. "So what do you need me to do? I figure I'll suspend him for about a month and then trade him off."

Lana sighed, "You don't have to do any of that, I'm pretty sure his gotten that whole 'let's hit women' thing out of is system. All I need is a promise that we won't talk about this anymore…" She stood and looked at everyone I the room. "You guys promise?"

Since the room nodded, Lana smiled a little and went on. 'I think I kind of just want to go to the hotel."

Randy jumped up, "okay, I'll drive the first car-"

Lana stopped Randy mid-sentence, "No, you wanted to go out, don't let me stop you! I'll catch a cab to the hotel." She kissed Orton on the head, as she did Ric, Paul, Stephanie and Vince. Dave held the door open for Lana and followed her out into the hallway.

"Are you following me Dave?" Lana had regained her sense of humor.

"Yeah, I am…I figured since we're both going back to the hotel, we might as well go together."