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To say things weren't going well in the Tag Team Match would be an understatement.
It was clear from the outset that the numbers were just too much for Randy overcome. Alone against Kenny, Johnny and Mitch of the Spirit Squad, who were continually tagging one another in, meant that Randy was getting exhausted, trying in vain to defend himself against the relentless assault from each of the three.
Whenever he manage to build any kind of offence, Randy was immediately taken down by Mikey and Nicky who were crawling around the ring apron, waiting to assault Randy whenever they got the chance. Against all five members in essence, Randy had the proverbial 'No Chance in Hell'.
We'd be doing a lot better if he'd stop being so fucking stubborn and tag me in! Trish fumed.
She had spent the match so far pacing up and down the length of her side of the ring apron, practically begging Randy to slap her outstretched hand and tag her in. He ignored her every single time, refusing to put her in harms way if he could help it. Knocked flat on his back for the third time in two minutes, Randy's chest burned as he sucked in oxygen. Hazily rolling his head to the side, he tried to focus on what Trish was saying from their corner.
"Randy, if you don't tag me in you're going to lose this match," Trish yelled over the din of the booing crowd, "look baby, you put me in this contest, so just let me do my thing before they do some permanent damage to you!"
Ignoring her pleading tone, Randy unsteadily got to back to his feet. Kenny, the legal man of the opposition, hurled at Randy, grabbing him by the arm. With a grunt of frustration, Kenny heaved Randy at the opposite rope.
Bouncing off, Randy exploded back towards Kenny under the rope's momentum. Instinct took over, and Randy ducked beneath the aimed clothesline. Moving way too fast, Orton had no chance but to rebound off the ropes again. Using this to her advantage, Trish leaned over as far she could, smacking her hand onto Randy's shoulder.
Feeling the connection, Randy whipped around to see Trish ascending to the top of the turnbuckle, as the referee told him to exit the ring as Trish had tagged herself in.
As if in slow motion, Randy watched Trish launch herself into the air, muscles exploding into a concentrated effort. Outstretching her body, Trish smashed into the unaware Kenny with a flying cross body. Taken down by the sheer force of the move, Kenny found himself in a pinning predicament. With the element of surprise on her side, Trish got a count of two before Kenny kicked out from beneath her.
With Randy arguing with the referee to let him back into the ring, Johnny used the distraction to enter the ring, making a beeline for Trish. Using her dexterity, Trish dipped backwards into a bridge move, what her fans had nicknamed the 'MaTrish' evasion.
Rising back to her feet, she caught the gob smacked Johnny with a kick to the gut. Tucking his head beneath his arm, Trish rushed forward, swinging her legs up. Simultaneously drop-kicking Mitch off the ring-apron, Trish used his body as her springboard to perform the 'Stratusfaction', much to the crowds' wild approval. With all three opponents down, Trish waited in a tucked position, bending and straightening her right leg.
Being the first back to his feet, Kenny angrily tore the sweat band off of his head, and turned directly into a crushing 'Chick Kick'. The arena seemed to dim before his eyes as Kenny dropped back to the mat, knocked into oblivion. No sooner had she completed the move, that Trish felt strong arms grip her around the waist.
Yelping in surprise, Trish felt herself slammed backwards in a vicious suplex. Feeling the burn in the back of her shoulders, Trish groaned as a result, vaguely aware of Mikey a standing over her screaming abuse.
The next sound she registered was something akin to a car crashing into a brick wall as Mikey was knocked out of sight. Trish guessed Randy was back in the ring coming to her aid, as she struggled to get back to her feet.
Anger boiling in his veins, Randy levelled Mikey with a tackle. Aware that Nicky was coming at him, Randy stopped him dead with stinging elbow shot to the face.
Holding his nose, Nicky staggered slightly, as Randy gripped him by the nape of the neck as he had done to Mikey. Feeling his biceps tense in effort, Randy brought both Nicky and Mikey forward, smashing their head together in what The King referred to as the 'meeting of the minds', getting a huge ovation from the crowd, who were now chanting 'Orton' in unison.
Grabbed from behind, Randy already guessed that Mitch was back up, and proceeded to fight out of the pit-bull grip that he was in. Getting the better of Mitch, Randy took him down with a swinging neck breaker.
Back to his feet, Randy could see that Trish was almost back to hers. With the referee trying to re-establish order, he threatened to disqualify Randy if he didn't get out of the ring and let the match continue.
Growling under his breath, Orton reluctantly allowed himself to be steered back out of the ring to his corner. Back on the ring apron, Orton glared on at Kenny, who was now back to his own feet, facing off against Trish.
Knowing she was outmatched in size and strength, Trish had to rely on her speed to be able to form some kind of opposition.
"Watch yourself Trish," Randy instructed from the side, "he's gonna come at you with everything he's got."
Silently nodding, Trish registered the slight flinch in Kenny's leg, betraying his intention to charge. In a split-second Trish already prepared herself to counter the assault.
With Kenny extending himself to deliver a knock out punch, Trish ducked her body, catching the arm in a vice like grip. Using Kenny's momentum against him, she took him over with a stunning arm drag. Not releasing her grip, Trish dropped into an arm bar, landing her legs across Kenny's chest to add to the strength of the pull. Growling in pain, Kenny fought to throw Trish off of him, but her grip was too tight.
Changing his tactics, Kenny pushed himself up off his shoulders, causing the pressure to reverse onto Trish. With her legs locked around his arms, her shoulders were well and truly against the mat. Cursing herself for her own stupidity, Trish heard the referee count to two behind her.
Withdrawing one foot, she kicked Kenny hard in the side of the head, knocking him off of her. Rolling backwards to get to her knees, Trish realised that she couldn't beat Kenny if he wasn't down at the mat. Deciding that hitting him as hard as she could would have to suffice, Trish rushed backwards against the opposite rope to gain momentum. Exploding forward, Trish felt too late the grip on her hair, pulling her backwards off her feet. Slammed awkwardly to the mat, the blonde Canadian clutched at her lower back, feeling shooting pains stab at into her spine. She didn't know who had grabbed her, but it had slowed her down.
Seeing Trish prone on her back, Kenny ascended to the nearest turnbuckle, prepared to deliver his well known guillotine leg drop. Vaguely aware of where her opponent was, Trish awkwardly flung herself back onto her feet, landing in a slump on the ropes. The force was enough to unbalance Kenny, who fell onto the top turnbuckle, landing painfully onto his crotch. The male members of the audience uttered a collective groan, as Kenny's eyes went wide, clutching at the area between his legs, howling in agony.
Ignoring the throbbing in her lower back, Trish rushed at the whimpering Kenny. Using the bottom rope as a stable point for a handstand, Trish swung her legs upwards for her modified version of the hurrancanrana.
Gripping Kenny around the neck with her legs, Trish used all her strength to rip him from his seated position, but struggled as Kenny used his own strength to block the move. Realising her own mistake, Trish grunted with effort, trying to remove her legs, but Kenny had already seized them in his own hands, hoisting Trish up onto his shoulders. Desperately trying to fight out of the precarious position she was now placed in, Trish slammed her fists' down onto her opponents head.
Only serving to anger the male cheerleader, Kenny leaped from the turnbuckle, performing a punishing top-rope power bomb on the Canadian diva. Randy grimaced at the impact, which crushed Trish's body up horribly.
Smirking at Randy, Kenny prised Trish's legs apart, position himself between her thighs, pinning her wrists down above her head, as if mimicking the missionary sexual position. Narrowing his eyes, Randy was already making his way into the ring as the referee began the count.
Whether it was her revulsion of having Kenny between her legs, or an involuntary back spasm from its painful impact on the canvas, but Trish shocked the entire arena as she kicked out of the pin attempt. Dazed and confused, Trish's head was swimming. The arena lights danced before her eyes as she remained on her back, unaware of what was going on around her.
Already in the ring, Randy nearly ripped Kenny's head off as he RKO'd him to the mat. Racing across the ring, Randy knocked Mitch and Jonny off the ring apron, landing roughly on their other two team mates on the concrete floor below them.
Moving back over to Trish, Randy gently lifted her off of her back, taking care to jar her back too much. Carefully, he placed her over Kenny's motionless body. Ordering the referee to count, Randy patrolled the ring edge, making sure no-one broke the count.
1...2...3!
The crowd's cheers smashed decibel levels as they screamed for the team of Randy and Trish.
"Here are your winners, and the NEW World Tag Team Champions…Trish Stratus and Randy Orton!"
Pulling Trish to her feet, Randy held her body close to him as he whispered into her ear.
"You did it baby." Randy felt his chest swelling in pride at the achievement of his girlfriend.
Somehow, they had managed to beat the odds stacked against them and become the new Tag Team Champions. It was a moment Randy knew he would never forget.
They couldn't even begin to celebrate however, as Vince McMahon's entrance theme flooded the arena, receiving unparalleled boos.
"Shut up!" His voice bellowed, "So Randy…Trish…I bet you're feeling pretty good about yourselves. The new Tag Team Champions. The first male/female team ever to capture the belts. Congratulations, you've made history."
The crowd cheered wildly, as Randy held on to the tag title belts, waving them high above his head, holding Trish steady against him with his other arm.
"And Trish…a double Champion…that is a rare honour. You've impressed me so much tonight, that I think you deserve to have your own single's match after all. I think you should defend your Women's Title right here tonight in Miami!" The crowd booed in unison as Randy yelled from the ring his opposition to the idea.
"I promised your boyfriend I was going to give you some real competition, as he assures me you deserve it. If you're as tough as he says you are, you should have no problem making short work of your opponent. So, please welcome, your number one contender for the Women's Championship…Jazz!"
The guitar riff was one Trish remembered all too well, bringing her out of her daze. At the top of the ramp, flexing her impressive bicep muscles, Jazz glared at Trish.
"…And that match Trish…starts right now! Ring the bell!" Came Vince's final sneer as Jazz tore towards the ring.
Normally, Randy would never entertain the idea of laying a hand of woman, he was against it on principal more than anything else in the world. But he realised he might have to make an exception. Even when Trish was at her peak physical performance level, Jazz was the single most dangerous competitor she had ever faced. After a gruelling match against five male superstars, and a hellacious top rope-power bomb, Trish needed medical attention, not a Women's Championship bout against a woman who would gladly break every bone in the Canadian's body.
Preparing to defend his girlfriend as Jazz entered the ring, Randy blamed himself for Trish being in the position at all. She was hurt because he had put her in this match. If there was no way to take that back, Randy would make sure Trish wouldn't lose her Championship because of something he had done.
All at once, Randy felt several pairs of hands claw at him from behind. All five members of the Spirit Squad had re-entered the ring, and proceeded to rip him apart from Trish, leaving her defenceless and barely standing under her own power.
With each member holding him back, Randy was utterly trapped an unable to do anything to fight out of their strong grip. What made things worse, was the Spirit Squad kept Randy in the ring, forcing him to watch what happened next.
Powerless to help Trish, her hands hanging at her sides, Randy watched in anger as Jazz landed several right hand blows to Trish's face, each one snapping her face backwards. Ripping Trish into a facelock, Jazz used her considerable strength to flip the blonde upwards, before slamming her back down to the mat in a knockout Fisherman DDT.
Trish once more felt the world turnover as she landed again on her back, flames of pain burning into her muscles. Before she slipped willingly into unconsciousness, Trish could barely make out someone screaming her name from somewhere near by.
And then there was nothing.
