Authors Note - Okay, as I created Lana, I feel I must speak on her behalf...

Have a little compassion guys :p She had her heart broken by Randy. And who among us can honestly say we've never been tempted by an ex? She's not all bad, I promise.

Thanks you for the reviews guys, please keep them coming. It really means the world to me when I read what you guys have said about what I've written, its an amazing feeling. As I ever, I don't own a thing

The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is an 8-Person Tag Team Contest. Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada and St. Louis Missouri respectively...they are the World Tag Team Champions...Trish Stratus...and Randy Orton!"

Walking onto the staging, Randy and Trish became engulfed in the frenzied screams from the crowd, ecstatic at seeing them, both individually and as a couple. The Tag Team titles wrapped around their waists, they were truly gave the appearance of a couple as if they stood together with a matching set of 'His and Hers' Championship belts.

Randy gripped Trish's hand in his own, waving it high over her head as the crowd cheered their appreciation to the Tag Champions. Trish smiled warmly at the standing crowd, all on their feet in a unified ovation. It was moments like this that reminded her why she had such a passion for the business, why she came out to this ring every night to do what she did. And now she could share this special moment with Randy, Trish felt more complete as a person than she had ever done before.

She was a former seven-time Women's Champion, currently one half of the Tag Team Champions. And she was engaged to Randy Orton. No matter what happened from here on out, Vince could never take any of her achievements away from her.

After having entered the ring, Trish and Randy were soon joined by their tag team partners, Jeff Hardy and John Cena. Trish realised, that in one way or another, these three men were the most important men to her in the world. She loved them all dearly, and was thankful that they were in her life. Going up against the tyranny of the McMahon's, Trish couldn't think of anyone else she would rather at her side as she went into this. Stretching her neck from side to side, Trish mentally prepared herself for what was coming next.

As she predicted, from beneath the glaring Titan Tron, Shane McMahon appeared, a sick smile on his face. Holding the microphone to his snarling lips, he attempted to quieten the crowd, who were hurling constant 'boos' and abuse at the RAW General Manager.

"I gotta say guys, I'm surprised you all had the guts to actually show up here tonight. Credit where its due…you've all got balls…but I'm glad of that. Because now the fun will begin. Allow me to introduce your opponents of the evening..."

An explosion of pyrotechnics blasted into the arena, as the hulking, seven-foot tall frame of the Big Show emerged onto the staging, The ECW television title rested on his massive shoulder as he glared intensely down towards the ring at his opponents.

Directly behind him, the Women's Champion Jazz emerged, pointing at the ring, screaming unheard abuse towards Trish Stratus. Following Jazz's entrance, Umaga appeared stalking forward, his bottom jaw jutting outwards into a deep scowl as he inched forward towards the ring, eyes so focused on Trish that she thought they would pop out of his skull at any second.

And finally, to complete had picked member of the opposition, came the one person Trish could have done without going against. Just seeing in emerge on the ramp gave her a sick feeling in her stomach, one which was all too familiar. With firm look of terrible determination on his harsh features, Test sauntered forward, flexing the muscles in his arms with each menacing step. His mouth curved into a sneer as he registered Trish, a mix of lust and desire to hurt blazing in his eyes.

Trish weakly saw Jeff fly forward towards the rope, gripping it with sheer fury. He was the only one present who had an insight into how badly Test had treated Trish when they were dating during Trish's early days with the WWE. There were many times Jeff had happened across Trish backstage, sat in some corner crying her eyes out over Test. It ingrained in Jeff a deep hatred of the man, whether it was his place to act on Trish's behalf anymore or not. Steeling themselves to begin the match, Trish could already imagine JR calling this one a 'slobber knocker' as their opponents approached the ring.

Not prepared to wait, Jeff ran back to the opposite ropes, using it to increase him momentum ten fold. Racing forward to the ropes facing the entrance ramp, Jeff exploded over the top rope, vaulting into a high angled Swanton Bomb to the outside, smashing into his opponents with unbridled force. Jazz, Umaga and Test crumpled under the sheer velocity of the assault, whilst the Big Show was caused to stagger backwards, remaining on his feet.

Angered by the move, he started reaching for the dazed Hardy. However the Big Show was cut short as both Randy Orton and John Cena performed sliding drop kicks through the bottom rope, shunting the big man backwards from the ring and keeping Jeff out of arms reach.

Not one to be left out of the action, Trish climbed to the ring apron, eyes focused intently. Before her, Jazz was attempting to get back to her feet, as Trish waited with baited breath, crouching down as her muscles coiled and tensed in readiness.

Unsteadily, the Women's Champion got back to her feet, only to be met with a flying Trish who landed on top of her with the 'Air Canada' move she was famous for, ramming stiff right hands into the other woman's jaw. The crowd cheered wildly as Trish extracted herself off the beaten woman, hauling her to her feet by her hair extensions and throwing her into the ring. Diving through the bottom rope, Trish mounted Jazz again, pounding away with her right hand in renewed force.

Like a woman possessed, Trish took control of Jazz, throwing her into the opposite turnbuckle with such force that it dropped Trish to her knees. Jazz turned instinctively, her back taking the brunt of the move. Grimacing in pain, Jazz bounced forward off the turnbuckles, only to be met with a standing drop kick into her chest, flattening her with even more force into the corner.

Getting back to her own feet, Trish caught the sight of a hurtling Umaga out of the corner of her eye, charging towards her back. Using her impressive flexibility, Trish evaded the bulldozing Samoan, bridging herself into the MaTrish. Moving with such velocity, Umaga didn't have the ability to stop himself, and barrelled into the corner, crushing Jazz upon impact. The Women's Champion's eyes went wide with the breath being forced from her lungs for a moment, before slumping forward to her face.

By now the other competitors had reached their respective corners, with eyes focused on the attention in the ring. Knowing better than to take on Umaga herself, Trish tagged John Cena in, who tore after Umaga, tackling him to the mat viciously in a move that wouldn't be out of place on a football pitch. Cena ruthlessly attacked the Samoan, not giving him the chance to recover of regroup against him.

Joining her team on the ring apron, Trish narrowed her eyes as she noted Vince had joined Shane on the staging beneath the Titan Tron. Nudging Jeff at her side, Trish alerted him to the McMahon's who seemed to be conversing with each other at the sight of the contest raging in the squared circle.

Turning back to watch John, Trish noted with some fear that the Big Show had tagged himself in, and was landing massive slaps onto Cena's chest. Wincing at the sound of Show's massive paws impacting on John's chest, she tried to avert her eyes. Watching Randy, Stratus noted her boyfriend grinding his teeth as he could only watch John being beaten. Something clearly snapped in Randy, as he all at once he dived into the ring, by-passing the referee and going straight for the Big Show, murderous intent reflecting in his eyes.

However The Big Show spotted Randy's approach and glared malevolently. The ECW Champion caught Randy around the throat in one hand, whilst gripping John's throat in the other, roaring in triumph. The former OVW veterans seemed to be on the same wavelength, as they both swung kicks into the Big Show's groin. Forced to loosen his grip on his opponents, The Show clutched at his crotch, his breath coming out in short, harsh gasps as pain ravaged his huge body.

Jeff decided to aid the two in the ring, and swiftly clambered to the top turnbuckle, flying from the top rope into an aerial drop kick on the giant's chest. The power was enough to send the Big Show rebounding off the ropes, staggering forward towards the centre of the ring.

Each man in turn landed a dropkick onto the Big Show's knee, forcing him down onto all fours, as he could no longer take the strain of standing on the weakened joint. Jeff called for Trish to join them, as he dropped onto all fours behind the Big Show.

Delving into the ring, Trish rebounded off the opposite ropes, speeding towards the Big Show's back. Using Jeff's back to launch herself into the air, Trish used her added height to reach the Big Show's head, gripping it under her arm. Gravity took its hold, as Trish pulled Show down into the Stratusfaction. Big Show's head became planted face first into the mat, as the crowd exploded into unbelievable cheers at feet of athleticism by Trish.

All at once, Jazz, Test and Umaga came into the ring, going straight on the attack against their opposition. The match became an all out brawl, with the referee unable to call order to what was going on as the blur of superstars laying punches and elbow shots into each other. It was clearly too much for anyone to attempt to control.

Shane McMahon's personally selected teamed seemed to by trying to get the upper hand, as Test had laid Jeff Hardy out with a straight boot into his head. Umaga head butted Cena with such force that he was sent sprawling to his back, but was saved any further punishment as Randy Orton caught the Samoan Bulldozer in a hip toss. Jazz's superior strength helped her as she bested Trish in the stiff right hand blows they were trading, but the Canadian quickly countered this, DDT'ing Jazz into the mat. Dropping into the cover, Trish hooked Jazz's leg high, as the referee had no choice but to count the fall.

His hand reaching for the 'three', the referee stopped short at the sound of Shane McMahon's insistent shouts over the PA system.

"Hold it! Hold it! Don't you count that fall! I am now making this a six on four handicap match," Shane screamed from the staging, furious that his hand picked team had been bested, "get back to your corners!"

From behind the curtains, Smackdown's Mr. Kennedy and William Regal emerged, heading straight for the action the ring. Not given a chance to mount any defence, Randy was targeted first, with Mr. Kennedy cloths-lining him over the top tope to the outside, into the waiting path of Umaga who hurled the Legend Killer shoulder first into the steel ring steps.

Regal pounced on Trish, grabbing her by the length of her blonde locks, slamming her petit form with an underarm power bomb. Pushing her onto her front, he latched on the 'Regal Stretch' pulling as he hard as he could on Trish's neck, screaming at her to tap out. Refusing to give in to the agony in her neck, Trish felt her vision blurring before her eyes. She may refuse to submit, but Trish knew she couldn't defend herself if she blacked out. Releasing a strangled cry for help, Trish dug into the depths of herself; using every ounce of strength and determination she possessed to drag herself to the bottom rope.

"Are you Ready..?"

The crowd exploded to fever pitch as the opening chords of an all too familiar theme filled the arena. Much to the McMahon's chagrin, 'The Game' Triple H and the 'Showstopper' Shawn Michaels sauntered onto the staging, basking in the support of the crowd.

Trish couldn't help but grin, despite the pain. She was thankful that DX had agreed to intervene against the McMahon's if the opposition became overwhelming. She had propositioned them earlier as she had walked past their locker room, with the idea of taking on the McMahon's. And true to their word, they had agreed to enter of Trish's behalf.

Giving the crotch chop to either McMahon, D-Generation X tore towards the ring, diving beneath the bottom rope entering into the fray, the crowd reaching decibels unheard in their frenzied support.

Being the more physically imposing of the due, Hunter grabbed Kennedy, dropping his head onto his knee, knocking the Smackdown representative for six. Outside the ring, Umaga and the Big Show paced like agitated caged animals, not wanting to get involved, even as Jeff Hardy and John Cena doubled teamed Test, whipping him into the ring barricade.

Shawn Michaels went straight for William Regal, launching his leg into a stunning super-kick, slamming his foot into the face of his opponent, knocking him cleanly off of Trish. All six members of the opposition hightailed it towards the ramp to the safety of the McMahons as the other six participants stood tall in the ring. Back to her feet, Trish scaled the turnbuckle, taunting at the retreating team, daring them to get back in the ring to face them.

Vince's face flared crimson as he visibly shook with anger. Snatching the microphone from his incensed son, McMahon's scream cut across the cheers of the crowd.

"You think you've proven something here Trish?" his beady grey eyes narrowed as he regarded the petit Canadian in the ring, "you think you've shown tonight that you can make it in the ring with the men? Do you think you've outsmarted Mr. McMahon? You're wrong Trish. And I'm going to show you just how wrong you are. I'll give you your chance to make it into the big leagues, to be on the main stage with the men, where you so clearly crave to be. Next week you will be in a Number One Contender's Match for the WWE Heavyweight Championship. It will be Trish Stratus…versus…Randy Orton…in an 'I Quit' match!"

The crowd in took a collective breath at the idea of Trish facing her fiancé in a wrestling match. As much as Trish wanted the recognition she knew she deserved, there was no way on earth she would take on her lover in such a brutal match. No-one seemed more against it than Randy himself. Grabbing a microphone from ring side, and facing back towards the cackling McMahon, Orton refused to comply with the order.

"No way Vince. There is no way that is going to happen." Randy bellowed. He didn't care what Vince came back with, but there was no way he was going to face the woman he loved in a match where he would have to beat her so badly she would have to submit because of the pain.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Vince chuckled maliciously, "and I'm very glad. Have it your way Randy. Next week…Trish Stratus will be competing in an 'I Quit' match…and her opponent…will be Kane!"

The chorus of boos was deafening, as the McMahon's sauntered off the stage, congratulating each other on their brilliance. Trish's eyes widened in abject horror. Feeling Randy's arms around her in an instant, she felt her body chilled to the core. Next week, she was going against the monster that was Kane, who had shown time and again he had no problem with assaulting women. Breathing heavily, Trish's mind became paralyzed by fear. All she could think at the prospect of going against the monster -

How am I possibly going to survive this?