Ok guys, I have updated 2 chapters coz I won't be able to update till next Saturday at the earliest :( (Not my fault!) So I thought I'd be nice and give you chapters 34 & 35 to make up for it! Happy reading,see ya soon!


Over the past few days, Randy and Roxanna had moved in together in their new house in Stamford, Connecticut which was quite near to the WWE HQ. This would be better for Roxy as for her being a co-GM which would likely mean that she would be doing more organisation for the Raw brand there. Mr McMahon had phoned her during the week to apologise to her and to give more reasons for his actions. One of the reasons was that he felt she wasn't doing enough preparation for the events. It was only a few weeks away from SummerSlam and no Raw matches had been announced. Vince also felt Roxy wasn't pulling her weight enough backstage. He told her to toughen up or face consequences. Vince felt that Bishoff would help bring back her old flare...

Eric Bishoff meanwhile was relishing in the thought of making life slightly difficult for his daughter. He knew how to piss her off big time and felt that he needed to be back, bolder and better than ever to succeed in doing so.

At the moment he was sat in their office waiting for her arrival. He needed to discuss SummerSlam as it had been a major issue pressing on his mind too. He wanted to out do Smackdown! and Roxy all at once.

Randy and Roxy just arrived at the arena.

"Good luck, and remember; don't let him get to ya babe." Randy urged, kissing her on the nose.

"I guess." she sighed, walking into her part office.

Eric was sat on the leather sofa with a smile like a Cheshire Cat spread all over his face.

"Well hello, and how are we today, huh?"

"Fine." she responded, bluntly.

"Good, good, good. How's the arm?"

"Fine." she repeated.

"Lets get down to business. What are we to do about SummerSlam huh? I have no ideas what so ever!"

"Me neither."

"Why not? You've been running the show for the past few months!" Eric replied bitterly, standing up.

"Yes, well, things have been quite difficult..." she said, putting her brief case on the desk.

"But come on, the event is two weeks away and nothing from our card has been announced!"

"I know. Ummm, maybe we could go out and tell the fans that by next week on Raw we will have some answers for them."

"I'll do it; I might make it sound like a positive thing rather than a negative." Eric enthused walking out of the office, slamming the door.

At the moment, World Heavyweight Champion Triple H was making his way down to the ring. By now, he had been a 12 time champion, something which annoyed everyone. He hadn't been talking to old friend Ric Flair for weeks after an argument that had erupted between the two over 'business'. Trips grabbed a microphone and began talking to the world.

"You know, for years and years I have carried this company single handily. I've done every type of match with every wrestler in this company to date and I've beaten them all too. No one can step up beyond my expectations and no one will from now on be able to beat me. Do you know why? Coz I'm the Game and no one, and I mean no one, can ever stop me. I'm the greatest of all time and I know that you've all heard it from me before but I keep reminding you coz some of you idiots still think it is the 80's when Hulkamania was running wild! But anyway, SummerSlam is in a few weeks and there isn't a number one contender. Hell, what's the point in a World Heavyweight Champion match? I've beaten everyone on both rosters, I might as well just go to the ring, pose and get my hand raised by the referee. But I want more than that. You see, I want a challenge, a real, challenge from anyone who I have never beaten before. C'mon, there has to be someone out there...

Suddenly, the music of Eric Bishoff hit the arena. The crowd booed as the former WCW promoter entered the ring and began to talk.

"You know what Triple H, you are absolutely right. No one can beat you."

"Thanks Eric, hey, it's great to have you back!" Triple H said, shaking Eric's hand.

"It feels good to be back."

"Yeah, it's way better than having that bitch of a daughter of yours running the entire show! She couldn't put a match together to save her life!"

Both men laughed for a while as the crowd booed.

"That's not right!" JR said.

"I know...she has great puppies JR!" the King laughed.

Then, Roxy's music hit. Despite what Triple H had just said, she was smiling from ear to ear. She had a microphone in one hand as she waved to the crowd in her cast.

"So I'm a bitch who couldn't organise a match to save my life huh?" she asked as Triple H nodded and Eric shrugged. "You said something quite interesting there Trips, ummm, something about not being challenged, defeating everyone, undertaking every match. That's right isn't it? Well, I can't offer you any new superstars but I can offer you a match at SummerSlam!"

The crowd cheered.

"Ok, bring it on!" Triple H said cockily.

"You see, I think it's time that you didn't just take on one, or two, or three members of the Raw roster in one match. No, no, no. How about the entire locker room? You see I have an idea, for the whole hour and a half of the Raw's match time shall be dedicated to the World Heavyweight Championship. The match type? A Golden Slobber Knocker contest! The objective is for you to start of in the ring with one opponent.They will have each chosen, at random, their number in which they can enter at. Now, to retain your title, you have to last the whole hour and a half without wither submitting or getting pinned. Then, you shall retain your World Heavyweight Championship after defeating as many men as you can. However, if you get pinned or tap out, that person shall stay in the ring, defend the belt on your behalf, and if they last as to the end, shall become the new World Heavyweight Champion!"

The crowd cheered. The match sounded great, and a change to all of the other title matches.

Triple H shook his head. Could his title reign be over?

"Of course, if you don't wanna participate, maybe I should just come down there and strip you of the belt entirely!" Roxy smirked.

"Fine, have your wish. I shall prevail!" Triple H scoffed, holding the belt high for everyone to see.

"Good." Roxy said, making her way to the back. "We'll soon see about that!"