Finally, LegendKillerlover4ever has posted the first Monday Night Raw in Azrael's Road to WrestleMania!

I know it took me a while to finish this, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to end this chapter and 14 pages, 7,888 words, and 522 lines later, I finished it! Anyways, here's the disclaimer, this time read by Randy Orton!

Randy: Ally aka LegendKillerlover4ever owns nothing you recognize including me. They are owned by WWE and WWE Games. She only owns Azrael Victoria, Hermione Seras Ride-Victoria, Clary Victoria, Draco Victoria, and the plot for the most part.

Thanks Randy! Here's the continuation of Azrael's Road to WrestleMania!

January 31, 2011
8:30 PM
Randy and I got to the arena, changed our clothes, and got warmed up for his plan of attack on the Nexus. I had to admit that I was looking forward to what we were gonna do since last night at the Rumble. I also had to pretend that I was angry at Mike for ordering me to not stop him when he eliminated John. Trust me when I say that it wasn't hard to when we got to the arena. I mean, the traffic was terrible. I got stuck behind this really slow driver who drove a silver Porsche and he was pissing me off. You see, I like to drive fast, but not so fast that I could get pulled over by a cop. Anyway, we were playing SmackDown vs Raw 2011. I was playing as The Miz and Randy was playing as himself. We were in the middle of a video game version of Randy's and Mike's WWE Championship match from the night before except with no Nexus interference. Randy was winning just like he was at the Rumble. Just then, CM Punk (for the rest of our feud with him, I'd call him CM Sucks) came running down the virtual ramp. We then stopped the match and fought him together just so that he wouldn't interfere again. Randy even punted him in the skull. That made me think of something that he did, but I wasn't sure what. I knew it had something to do with Punk. I just shook off the feeling and went back to playing.

A few minutes later, I went for the Skull-Crushing Finale, but Randy countered it, giving him the momentum I had. He then went for the RKO. I tried to counter it, but I was too late.

"RKO! RKO!" video game Cole was shouting as Randy made his video game self go for the pin.

"1, 2, 3!" the ref counted as his hand hit the mat. The bell then rang and Randy's video game self bent down over video game Miz.

Randy then moved his face close to my ear and said, "I win."

I sighed. Playing that game always calmed me down. "I see that. Now you're the WWE Champion on here," I told him. We liked to play out the storylines that we do in front of the camera on the game. It was pretty fun. Cody was the one who got us to start playing video games in the first place. The first game he got us to play was Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (one of his favorite games) and we haven't stopped playing since.

He moaned as he moved his lips away from my ear. "If only that were true in real life."

"Yeah. If only we knew that he was gonna do it, then we wouldn't have to do this to them."

He looked at me disbelievingly. "You're backing out now that tonight's the night? Are you seriously kidding me?"

I ran my fingers through my long blond and brunette hair exasperatedly. "I'm sorry about that, Randy. I was just wishing that we were psychic just so that we would've known about Punk's plan to attack you last night and maybe the reason for it."

Randy sighed and kissed the top of my head. I blushed, but I knew for a fact that he never noticed it at all. "I'm sorry for that. You didn't do anything to deserve that. Just forget I asked you that."

I smirked and rubbed the top of his head. "Don't worry about it, Randy. You're forgiven."

Just then Mike and Alex came in. Mike looked at the results of the match and frowned, holding the WWE title tightly with his right hand. I quickly put my hand to my side.

"Who played as Randy?" Alex asked.

"He did, trunk monkey," I told him, my teeth clenched together and glaring at Mike and him with my blue eyes while pointing at Randy.

Mike looked at me, clearly shocked at my behavior. "Why are you acting like this toward me?" he asked.

My glare changed to a smirk. "I'm supposed to be angry at you for what you did last night, remember? I told you this last night before del Rio won the Rumble," I explained.

Mike nodded his head. "You deserve to hate me on camera, but not off camera. I know that you're just practicing, but can't that actually wait until the cameras are rolling on us?"

I sighed and nodded my head. "You're right. But I'm not gonna stop hating Cole when the cameras are off, you know that, right?"

He nodded as he rubbed the back of his head and smirked. "To tell you the truth, I hate Cole too. I just try to avoid him as much as possible when the cameras are off. He's just seriously annoying! Lex and I can't get our alone time when he keeps finding me."

"I've got an idea. As soon as you two arrive at the arena where we're gonna have a live event, go find a secret place where you two can..." I didn't elaborate because I knew Mike would get what I didn't say at the end.

Alex looked confused. Mike then put his mouth to Alex's ear and whispered the rest of what I didn't want to elaborate on. Alex then blushed and nodded, understanding what I was talking about. Randy just sat there and smirked, not saying a single word. I had a feeling he knew what I was talking about.

"Thanks, Rae. We really appreciate that idea," Mike said. Alex's blush was still there.

I smiled. "No problem."

Alex then plopped down next to me and asked, "So, can we play against you two?"

I looked over at Randy. Randy still had that smirk on his face. I smirked back, asking with my eyes a certain type of match we both excelled at in the game.

Randy's smirk grew wider. "I like the way you think, Raea," he said.

"You've said that many times," I told him.

"I know, but I felt like saying it again."

"What?" Mike and Alex asked at the same time.

Randy and I then looked at the two of them and said at the same time as we handed them the two other controllers, "Tag Team ladder match."

Mike groaned. He had fought against us in one of the other SvR games when he was teaming with John Morrison, another friend of ours. "You know that I hate that type of match," he told us.

Randy patted his shoulder. "Maybe you'll win this time," Randy said to him.

The four of us then selected the Superstars we wanted to play as. Randy chose himself, I chose John Cena (much to Alex's shock), Mike chose himself, and Alex chose John Morrison.

Mike's, Randy's, and my mouths dropped to the floor. Alex looked at us and said, "I'm just bringing one of my favorite tag teams back together."

Mike looked back at the screen intently as if that was the most interesting thing in the room, but I could tell that he was blushing. We then chose the place where we wanted to have the match (WrestleMania of course) and started the match, skipping all four of the entrances. I blushed as soon as I heard "I hear voices…", but Randy pressed start to skip it.

As soon as we heard the beginning of John's theme, Randy leaned close to my ear and whispered, "If Wade ever plays, you're gonna have to let him play as John."

"But what if John's playing with us too?" I whispered back.

Randy shrugged his shoulders as we heard "AWESOME!" play through the TV speakers. Mike hit start. Finally, it was Alex's turn. As soon as Jo-Mo's music started to play, Mike's blush darkened. Alex then hit start and Mike's blush began to go away as the WWE logo flew into the screen then out a few seconds later. Then the bell rang and Randy and Mike ran out to the ring to grab the ladders. I then went after Alex and started to beat him up.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Alex whined.

I shrugged my shoulders as Mike said, "I should've told you that Rae becomes a different person when she plays a wrestling game."

It's true. I have two different personalities. My first one is the one I was before we started playing, the calm, cool, hilarious Azrael. My second personality is the determined, do-anything-to-win-a-match-even-using-dirty-tactics Azrael. No one knew that better than the people I play wrestling games with the most. Mike never liked the fact that I'd do anything to win in a video game match. Then again, he used to do the same thing when we started playing against him. I did learn from him after all.

Anyway, I hit the Attitude Adjustment on Alex twice and on Mike once. Then Randy grabbed the titles and pulled them down. The bell then rang when his video game self unwrapped the titles from the hook. Randy and I gave each other high fives.

"No chance, so that's what you've got," I suddenly heard. I then pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and saw the picture of Mr. McMahon on the screen.

I unlocked it and hit the talk button. "Hello, Mr. McMahon," I said cheerfully.

"Hello, Azrael. That's the voice I like to hear when people answer my calls. Anyway, I'd like to see you before the show starts," Mr. McMahon told me.

"Of course, sir."

Then I heard the phone click on his end. I ended it a few seconds after and sighed. Randy looked over at me.

"Vince?" he asked.

I nodded. "He wants to see me before Raw starts."

Randy nodded. Randy and Vince didn't get along so well. First, before the 25th anniversary of WrestleMania, Randy slapped Vince and punted him in the skull. Shane and Stephanie came after their dad. Even though it was part of the storyline, to pump up the fans for Randy's WWE Championship match at 'Mania against Hunter, it seemed like Randy and Vince never got along too well. If I was ever in the room alone with the two of them, I would probably be standing in between them, reminding them that they weren't kids, they were grown men.

I chuckled softly to myself because Randy's usually the one who is the mediator between me and people I don't get along with. Randy heard the chuckle, but he didn't say anything. He almost always seemed to know what I was thinking about. The only time he didn't know what I was thinking was when I thought about him. I felt the blood rush to my face when I thought of it.

I looked over at him and saw that he was looking back at the game. He had already started another match. This time, the match was a singles match between himself and Mike, with me being his manager (as myself, of course. I had to create myself in the game) and Alex as Mike's manager (as himself. We had to create him too since Yuke's forgot about him). The fight went back and forth with Alex trying to enter the ring and me blocking him each time like I did the night before during Randy's match. Punk even interfered again and Randy RKO'd and punted him again. That feeling that I had when Punk interfered earlier came back. I knew that I should tell Randy about it right then, but I decided to tell him before I went to see Vince.

Randy won the match again after a vicious stomp and RKO. After the bell rang, Randy and I gave each other high-fives and grinned widely at accomplishing something that we couldn't do in real life (well, we could beat Mike and Alex in real life, but the storyline we have with those two has to come to an end sometime). That feeling was still there during our celebration. "Randy," I said to him.

He looked at me. "Yeah, Rae?"

I rubbed the back of my head with my hand. "I have something to tell you."

He motioned for me to go on.

"I had this weird feeling when you punted the video game version of Punk during that match and the one you had against me before those two came in."

"What was the feeling?"

"I felt like I had seen it before. I'm just not sure where."

"I had that feeling, too."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Do you have your laptop?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"We should look to see if I did that before."

I then grabbed my computer bag, unzipped the pocket that had my laptop in it, took out my laptop, opened it, typed in my password (not telling you that), opened the Internet, typed "randy orton kicks cm punk" in the search bar (YouTube is my homepage), and hit enter. The first thing that came up was called "Unforgiven 2008 – Randy Orton Kicks CM Punk In The Head." Randy, Mike, and Alex were looking over my shoulder at the screen. I clicked the link. The picture that showed up after it loaded for a little bit showed Punk as the World Heavyweight Champion wearing his three year old shirt and the belt on his right shoulder. Eve was interviewing him. I hit play.

"As you know, the odds are against you tonight to retain your title in the Championship Scramble," Eve told Punk as the crowd cheered. "What do you think about your chances tonight?"

"Well, I think, since I've become champion, the odds are obviously stacked against me, but it's been like that my entire life and I...," Punk trailed off as Randy and I entered the sight of the camera. I stood between Randy and Eve, my face emotionless.

Randy pulled the mic towards us. "The chances, Punk, would be a whole hell of a lot greater if the guy holding the championship wasn't an absolute fluke," he told Punk. He then let go of the mike.

Punk smiled at us. "You know, it just wouldn't be a night around here if the bitter, injured ex-champions Randy Orton and Azrael Victoria didn't show up. I gotta—Randy and Azrael, you're not wearing your braces. Are you 100 percent? Is that why you're here? Are you ready to compete?"

I grabbed the mike and pulled it towards me and him. "Trust us, Punk, we're injured," I told him.

Punk nodded and said, "Oh. Course."

"Now, last week we had a conversation that the three of us agreed we would continue at a later date and now, Punk, it is time to continue our conversation," Randy added.

"Okay, that's great, Randy, but you know what? There's a problem with that. You two are bitter, ex-champions with no real reason to be here." Randy cocked his head. "I'm the Heavyweight Champion about to go out there and have the match of my career." Randy and I glared at him. "See, I'm proving people wrong. So, you and everybody else who thinks I'm a fluke—"

Randy and I backed away a couple of steps as Cody, Manu, and Ted knocked Punk down and started punching him and kicking him. They even threw him toward a table. Then Kofi Kingston came and tried to stop the attack on Punk, but he was knocked down after a head butt from Manu. I came in a few seconds later and started stomping on Kofi. Punk was down on all fours. Just then, we heard Randy scream and he came running into the picture and punted Punk in the skull. I didn't pay attention to what JR, King, and Taz were saying at all because I remembered the whole event after Ted, Cody, and Manu attacked Punk.

"Now that," Randy shouted at Cody, Ted, Manu, and myself, "that right there was impressive!" Randy and I were breathing heavily as we both bent over Punk's lifeless body. We then stood up right, motioned to Cody, Ted, and Manu that it was time to leave the scene, and left without another word. A ref then rushed in and slid over to where Punk was lying on the concrete floor, motionless after the sickening punt Randy did to him. Cody, Ted, and Manu just stood there and stared at the carnage. The camera then zoomed in on the ref and Punk and the video ended. I turned away from the screen and looked at Randy. He had one arm across his chest, his hand holding his other arm, and his chin in his other hand.

"Could that be why?" I asked him.

"...Maybe," he responded.

"I don't understand why he would interrupt our match just for that," Mike told us.

I looked back at the screen. "It was the biggest match of his career. Wouldn't you hate someone for that?" I asked him.

"I would, but..."

I looked at him. "But what?"

"Not for this long. I would've attacked that person right when I came back. What would you have done?"

"I would've attacked her during the biggest match of her career," I told him honestly.

Mike then looked at Randy, who was staring intently at the screen. "What about you?"

"Same thing as Rae." Randy then looked over at me. "I think now's the time to see Vince."

I looked at him, fake hurt in my eyes and voice. "I thought you liked hanging out with me, Randy. I thought we were friends."

He smirked at me and chuckled. "I'll see you after your conversation with Vince, Rae."

I smirked back and saluted. "See ya later, Viper."

I left the room, leaving a chuckling Randy Keith Orton, Mike Mizanin, and Alex Riley behind me.

Vince McMahon's Office
8:40 PM
I knocked on his office door. "Come in," a voice said from the inside. I opened the door and saw my boss sitting in the black leather swivel chair behind his metal desk. There were two other black leather chairs on the side opposite where he was sitting. He looked up at me and smiled as he gestured toward the two black leather chairs, apparently wanting me to take a seat. I sat down in the chair closest to me. "It's good to see you, Rae. How are your parents? Your siblings? I heard that your brother has become a father again. What's the name of your new niece or nephew?"

"Clarissa Jocelyn Victoria," I answered. "But we call her Clary."

"That's a pretty name. A very pretty name. How is Draco? Hermione hasn't really talked about him with me."

"He's doing very well, sir. He misses Mia, me, and wrestling a lot."

"Do the kids watch it when he watches it or are they asleep by the time it comes on?"

"Draco and the kids watch it together. The kids get excited when they see their mommy and Aunt Rae-Rae wrestling, but they sometimes ask why the two of us fight so much on TV when we get along pretty well at home."

"That's adorable. Draco quit wrestling because of the kids, right?"

I nodded.

"I'm glad to here that your family's doing well. Now," he started, leaning on his desk, "I asked you here because I know what you and Orton plan on doing tonight when it comes to The New Nexus."

I stiffened. No one knew besides Randy and myself what we were going to do tonight. No one else was in the locker room.

"Don't worry. No one else knows and I think it's a good idea."

I raised one of my eyebrows. "Really?"

"I do. Right before I called you, CM Punk was in here and he asked me if he could introduce a new member either this week or next week."

I nodded warily, not sure about where he was going with this.

"Your plan gives the best opening for this! Right after you and Orton punt Harris and McGillicutty, Punk says that he's going to introduce the new member next week."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"The new member of the Nexus is going to be a Diva. Don't ask me who it is because I don't know. He never told me who it was. All he told me was that the new member will be a Diva."

I put my arm across my chest and held my other arm with my hand. My other hand was stroking my chin as I thought about this new development. Another member of The New Nexus? That wasn't what Raw needed. I used to like the group when Wade, Justin, Heath, John, and I were part of it, but I never trusted Otunga. I had a feeling that, after Survivor Series, the Nexus would fall apart. It did, sort of. Wade lost leadership of the Nexus and went over to SmackDown. Justin and Heath followed after not doing their "initiation" into The New Nexus. That made me wonder if the new member went through an "initiation."

"What do you think about that?" Vince asked me.

"Whatever you think, sir," I told him as I stood up. "But I don't think that he should mention about her right after Randy and I do our plan. Would I be able to tell Randy about this?"

Vince smiled and nodded. "Of course you will! Can't leave him out of the loop, can we? Besides Orton, you can't tell anyone else. Are we clear?"

"Clear as crystal, sir. Clear as crystal." I then walked out of his office.

Backstage/Ring
9:02 PM
I stood in the back with Randy, watching the conversation between del Rio, Alex, and Mike since del Rio had to pick the championship he wanted to go after at WrestleMania XXVII. Randy had his hands on my shoulders, massaging them to get me ready for our plan of attack on The New Nexus. I had already told him about the new member of the group. Edge was standing in gorilla position. Right then, del Rio was shaking his finger at Mike and saying, "I know you, Miz, and, to me, this is some ploy to make me choose Edge instead of you."

Mike looked down at the mat and at his title, then back up at del Rio.

"Are you lying to me, grin juas ceroso(?)?"

Mike looked around at the crowd then back at del Rio as he raised the mic to his mouth and moved the title back up onto his shoulder. "Alberto, me lying? Really? Really? Really?" Mike said.

The crowd kept saying, "Really," after Mike asked, "Really?"

"Listen," he continued, "you took out Edge's little buddy Christian. He's threatened by you. Edge doesn't like you and, most of all, he doesn't respect you. I just figured that I would tell you the truth about Edge, talking stuff about you behind your back." He then lowered the mic.

Del Rio then turned away from Mike and looked down at the mat. As he raised the mic to his lips again, the words, "You think you know me" echoed throughout the arena. The crowd cheered as Mike and Alex turned toward the entrance ramp. We then saw Edge's TitanTron play. Like we did earlier when we were watching Randy punt Punk, we didn't pay attention to the commentary. The camera zoomed in on Edge, the World Heavyweight title slung on his left shoulder. He was wearing a checked shirt, jeans, a watch on his right wrist, and sunglasses over his eyes. He started to walk down the ramp, the cameras switching between the ring with Mike, Alex, del Rio, and the mariachi band and Edge walking down the ramp. The second time the cameras switched to the ring, Edge entered through the middle rope. He then slung the title back onto his shoulder again. After, he took the one mariachi's trumpet and started to play it, but del Rio hit it gently out of his hands. Edge then walked around the ring a bit as his music kept playing and the crowd kept cheering. He stopped when his music started to fade a few feet away from Mike.

Edge then looked at the crowd, smiling widely as he took off his sunglasses. He raised the mic to his mouth. "Alberto," he began, "Miz is right. He's absolutely right. I don't like you and I don't respect you, but he's wrong about one thing. See, I wouldn't say those things behind your back. I'd just come out here and tell them to you to your face. See, I will be champion at WrestleMania and, if you choose to face me, I will beat you."

Del Rio just smiled at the World Champion.

"Wanna know why?" Edge continued. "Because I'm the Rrrated-Rrrr Superstarrr, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He then brought his face close to del Rio's and winked at him. He then lowered the mic as the crowd cheered.

After a few minutes, del Rio brought the mic up to his mouth and said, "The only thing I know is that it's my destiny to be the greatest of the great and más grande entre los grandes perro and at WrestleMania, I will be the new..." He walked over to Mike, who had a blank expression on his face. Del Rio then walked over to Edge then back to Mike and then back to Edge as he said, "...World Heavyweight Champion." He then lowered the mic to his side. Mike was smirking at the camera then at Alex.

Edge then lifted the mic to his mouth and said, "Congratulations. Take this with you." He then dropped the mic and punched del Rio in the face. Del Rio fell to the mat. Edge then looked over at Mike and Alex who were backing away from Edge and del Rio. Del Rio was on all fours. Mike and Alex then exited the ring and backed away from it. When Edge turned to face his WrestleMania opponent, del Rio kicked him in the chest. Edge fell to the ground. Del Rio then walked over to the corner closest to where Rodriguez was and picked up the guitar. Edge was on all fours. Del Rio then walked over to Edge, smirked at him, and then hit Edge on his back with the guitar.

Edge fell to the ground again, clutching himself in pain as del Rio took off his jacket. Del Rio slapped his chest a couple of times, grabbed Edge's arm, and put it in the Cross Armbreaker. Edge screamed in pain and hit the mat a couple of times with his hand. He also tapped on del Rio's right leg. A few minutes later, del Rio let go. He then stretched out his arms and screamed his name as his music started to play and the crowd booed. Mike and Alex joined us before del Rio locked in the Cross Armbreaker. I turned to face Mike. "Are you happy now that you don't have to face that at WrestleMania?" I asked him as I pointed at del Rio.

"Of course I am. I don't want to have to deal with him from today until WrestleMania," Mike told me. Just then, we heard the noise that means there's an e-mail from the GM.

Cole took off his headset, grabbed a mic, and said, "May I have your attention please? I have just received an e-mail from the anonymous Raw General Manager." He then walked over to the stand where the laptop was and opened it. "And I quote, 'Later on tonight, we will have a Raw Rumble match with seven Superstars. The winner will face WWE Champion The Miz at Elimination Chamber. The other six Superstars will fight for the number one contender's spot in the Chamber itself. The participants will be Randy Orton, CM Punk, John Morrison, R-Truth, Sheamus, John Cena, and...'" Cole squinted at the screen as if he wasn't sure what he was seeing. "'...Jerry Lawler,'" he said grudgingly as the crowd chanted Jerry's name.

Santino, Tamina, and Vladimir passed by the four of us. Santino waved ecstatically at us, a big grin on his face. I waved back and said, "Good luck!"

"Thank you, Azrael!" Santino responded. The Unified Tag Team Champions then walked over to gorilla position as Santino's music started to play. I turned toward the TV and watched their entrance.

"The following tag team contest scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Unified Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tamina, they are the WWE Unified Tag Team Champions, Santino Marella and Vladimir Kozlov!" Justin announced.

During Santino's and Vladimir's entrance, Randy poked my shoulder. I turned to face him. He pointed toward two men who were walking toward gorilla position. The two men were Husky Harris and Michael McGillicutty, two of the members of The New Nexus that interfered in Randy's match against Mike. I looked at them, my face void of expression, but I was furious inside. Furious about them costing Randy a shot at the WWE Championship. They looked over at us, their faces also expressionless, but I could tell that they were afraid of what we might do to them before, during, or after their match. The four of us kept eye contact until they reached gorilla position.

Then, Mike, Alex, Randy, and I heard The New Nexus's theme, "We Are One" by 12 Stones. "And their opponents, representing The New Nexus, Husky Harris and Michael McGillicutty!" Justin announced. Randy and I turned to face the television. The ref held the belts up in the air, handed them to a ringside assistant, and motioned for the bell ringer to ring the bell.

Santino and McGillicutty started things off. Santino took McGillicutty down to the mat first. McGillicutty turned around and took Santino to the corner, beating him down. The ref separated them. McGillicutty went for a big splash in the corner, but Santino moved and tagged Vladimir. Vladimir went to work and rammed the legal Nexus member into the corner. McGillicutty hit the Moscow Mauler with a big boot and Vladimir went down. McGillicutty tagged in Husky and Husky continued the attack on Vladimir. Vladimir turned it around and slammed Husky to the mat. Santino was tagged in and he went to work on Husky. Husky overpowered Santino, but he got hit by rights and lefts. Santino ran to the ropes and Husky knocked him out of mid-air. McGillicutty came in and got a two count on Santino. McGillicutty hit Santino with a neckbreaker and another two count. Santino then got dumped out to the floor. Randy then looked at me and asked, "Are you ready?"

I smirked and nodded. We then started to walk toward gorilla position, but we turned around to watch the rest of the match. McGillicutty had Santino down on the mat, stopping him from making a tag. Vladimir and Husky came in at the same time. Vladimir unloaded on Husky and dropped him with a kick. The Moscow Mauler hit Husky with headbutts and then shoved him out of mid-air. Vladimir got a two count. McGillicutty then came in and dropkicked Vladimir. Santino tagged himself in and dumped McGillicutty to the floor. The Italian then hit the Cobra on Husky for the pin and the win.

Randy and I then looked away from the screen and started walking again toward gorilla position.

"Good luck," Mike told us. Randy and I nodded. We then ran out from backstage and down the ramp past Santino and Vladimir. I then gave McGillicutty the Liplock. At the same time, Randy RKO'd Husky. I was getting ready to punt McGillicutty, but he got out of the ring in time. The only three people left in the ring were Husky, Randy, and me. Randy and I stood over Husky, just staring at him. Randy looked at me and nodded. I then started stomping on Husky as Randy looked out at the crowd. He then backed up toward the turnbuckle opposite to where Husky was laying on the mat just breathing in and out. I backed up toward the other turnbuckle.

Just then, we heard, "Randal Keith Orton and Azrael Zara Victoria." We turned away from Husky's body and saw Punk, Otunga, and Mason Ryan standing at the top of the entrance ramp. I glared at the three members of the group I used to be part of. "Don't do it. You don't want to do this."

I almost laughed and rolled my eyes. Of course we had to do this! He was part of the group that cost Randy the WWE Championship match at the Rumble!

"There will be serious consequences and repercussions if you do it," Punk continued.

I looked over at Randy and he looked at me as we thought about it together. A few minutes later, we turned to face Punk, smiles on our faces. Randy then started running toward Husky and punted him in the skull. The three members of Nexus that came out to try and stop us from doing it came running down the ramp. Randy and I bolted out of the ring and into the crowd, stopping at the second level of the arena. The crowd was going nuts as we stood there on the second level. "Voices" then started to play as the Nexus tended to the injured Husky Harris. The two of us then backed away, smiles on our faces. We were laughing when we were walking back to backstage.

When we finally got backstage, we caught Alex's eye. His mouth was on the floor. When we got close to him, I pushed his mouth shut with my pointer finger as I said, "You don't want flies to get in there, right?" Randy chuckled. "What match is next?"

Alex took the match list out of his pocket and said, "Daniel Bryan versus Tyson Kidd."

I yawned. "Not worth my time. What's after that?"

"Edge versus Mike."

A few minutes later, a cameraman walked in and said to Mike and Alex, "We need a shot of you two heading to the ring from back here as a preview for you match."

Mike and Alex nodded. Mike then said, "Wish us luck."

"Good luck," I told him. The two of them then left. A few minutes later, John came in and walked toward us. "What do you need, John?" I asked him.

"Remember that plan I told you about last night way before the matches started?" John asked.

I nodded.

"You want to help me?"

"Sure! What do you need me to do?"

He looked over at Randy. "Do you mind if I borrow her just for this match?"

Randy said, "I don't mind, Cena. You know my conditions."

John nodded as he dragged me away from Randy. Just before we were at the spot, I asked him, "What are his conditions?"

"You don't get hurt."

"Any others?"

"That's the main one. I'm not supposed to tell you the others."

I nodded.

We then looked up at the screen and saw Mike kicking Edge in the face and pinning him for the two count. Mike went to the top, but Edge caught him as he jumped down. Edge planted Mike on his face again. John looked at me and asked, "Ready?"

"Of course I'm ready!" I answered as Edge went for a Spear, but Mike sidestepped it and pushed him into the corner.

The two of us then went into the crowd and they went nuts. John had a mic in his hand. He lifted it to his mouth and said, "Miz! Oh Miz!"

Mike then looked up and saw John and me. He looked like he was screaming, "What are you doing here?"

John looked at me for a second and nodded. I leaned toward him and we chanted together into the mic, "Miz is awful!"

"Miz is awful!" the crowd echoed.

"Miz is awful!"

"Miz is awful!"

Mike turned around and got Speared by Edge for the pin and the win. John then started to talk to some fans as Edge's music hit. Edge waved up at us before heading to the back. John and I looked on and smiled as John still talked to fans. After John finished his conversation, we went backstage again. I then looked over at John. "You ready for the Rumble?" I asked.

"Of course I am!" he told me. "Are you coming out with me or Randy?"

"I'm going to come out with Randy if that's okay with you," I told him honestly.

John put his hand on my back. "Of course it's okay. The two of you have been friends for longer than you and I have."

I smiled and gave John a hug.

We then made it backstage. Randy and Alex were there, but no Mike. "How is he?" I asked.

Alex sighed as he pushed his hair back. "He's fine, but..." He looked up at us. "...what you two did was awesome! Why did you do it though?"

"I'm supposed to hate him because of him ordering me not to stop him from eliminating John last night," I told him.

"I'm supposed to hate him because he eliminated me last night when he wasn't even involved in the Rumble last night," John said.

"So, any of you know who's supposed to go out first?" I asked, changing the subject.

"John Morrison. Then Sheamus, then Cena, then Punk, then R-Truth, then Jerry Lawler, and finally me," Randy told me.

"Are you ready, Randy?" John asked him.

"I definitely am ready, Cena, because I'm gonna make sure that I eliminate Punk and go on to Elimination Chamber and become WWE Champion that night."

John nodded.

John, Randy, and I went to gorilla position after Alex wished us luck. JoMo, Sheamus, Jerry, and R-Truth were already there. A few minutes later, Punk showed up, walking around Randy and me just so that he didn't have to confront us until we were in the ring. Randy and I looked at Punk, our faces emotionless and all our anger and hate at what happened at the Rumble in our eyes. Punk cringed at all the hate he was getting from us.

The bell rang and Justin announced the match, but Randy and I kept staring at Punk, ignoring any outside noise except Punk's rapid breathing. John Morrison and Sheamus were already out there fighting each other. John Cena then ran out to the ring. Punk's only reprieve from Randy's and my emotionless masks was when it was his turn to go out to the ring. Next man out was Jerry Lawler. I then looked over at Randy, checking to see if he was ready. He was.

The two of us then started to walk out together. Punk noticed that we were coming for him and slid under the bottom rope, but he wasn't eliminated. I walked over toward the commentator's table and sat down in one of the steel chairs as Randy found Punk under the ring and dragged him out. Randy then unloaded on him with right hands. They then went into the ring.

Randy clotheslined Sheamus and Morrison and then went back to Punk. Randy clotheslined Punk and eliminated him. I then stood up and ran over to where Punk landed on the floor. He held his hand out, telling me to stop right where I was. R-Truth then eliminated Randy. I then turned to check on Randy.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he told me.

I then turned to face Punk, but he wasn't there anymore. I looked up and saw that he was running away from Randy and me. We glared at the Straight-Edge leader of The New Nexus. Punk glanced back at us and caught the glares we sent his way. The sound of another body hitting the floor caused the three of us to look back and see that Jerry Lawler had won the match and the right to challenge Mike for the WWE Championship for the second time. The other competitors, just like the GM had said, were going to compete in the Chamber itself for the chance to go after the winner of that match at WrestleMania.

"Congratulations and all that other stuff, Jerry, but I have something to say that's more important than you going to go after The Miz again. This announcement is going to impact The New Nexus and it's two adversaries," Punk told us and the WWE Universe into a mic he was given by one of the members of The New Nexus. Randy and I turned to face Punk and our eyes connected with his own. "Next week, we are going to be introducing a new member into the group. She knows everything about you two."

I backed away from Punk and went to grab a mic from the ringside assistants. I raised it to my lips and said, "Well, this new member of yours better know how to handle losing."

"She does and I know for a fact that you've faced her before, Azrael. Many times, if I recall correctly, for the title that you won twice in one night in 2007 at No Mercy. You even...No. I won't give too much away because she told me that she wants to reveal herself to you by herself."

"Well, tell her we're ready for her whenever she's ready for us."

Punk shook a finger at me. "She told me she only wants to go after you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I asked him, in the same tone Mike used earlier in the night.

Punk didn't answer. He just crossed his arms over his chest, a blank look on his face.

I looked over at Randy and asked him, still in that tone, "Really?"

Randy smirked and answered, "Really."

I looked at the crowd. "Really?"

"Really," they said to me.

I looked back over at Punk. "Well then, tell her that I'm ready for her whenever she's ready for me. And trust me, I'm always ready."

Punk laughed. "Like you were ready for us last night at the Rumble?" he asked me.

I glared at him and started to walk towards him, but I felt someone grab my arm. I then heard Randy's voice whisper, "Not now."

I tried to pull away from him, but he gripped my arm tighter. I sighed angrily, still glaring at Punk.

Randy took the mic from my hand, lifted it to his lips, and said, "She will be ready for whoever you throw at her."

"I want to hear it from her own lips with her own voice, Randal, not yours," Punk answered.

I took the mic back from Randy and said in the same tone I used with Mike before his match with Randy started at the Rumble, "I'll be ready for her, whoever she is. You can count on it, Punk."

Randy's theme started to play as Randy and I slid into the ring, shook King's hand, and raised them up high in the air, keeping eye contact with the renegade group. A few minutes later, they left. We lowered King's hands and shook them again.

"Congrats, King! Looks like you're the number one contender again," I told him.

He nodded. "It was nothing," he answered.

"Nothing? You just beat three former Tag Team Champions and four former World Champions. One of them was the last number one contender. I wouldn't call that nothing."

He smiled at me. "Thanks for that, Raea."

I smiled back. "No problem, Jerry. And good luck at Elimination Chamber! You beating Miz and becoming WWE Champion for the first time is a good thing to rub in Cole's face!" It was a joke. In reality, Cole was a really nice guy. He was just really obsessed with Mike. He followed him around like a lost puppy a lot, which didn't bother Mike in the beginning, but did at that point.

The three of us chuckled. Randy and I exited the ring a while later, letting King get the fans cheers for becoming the number one contender for the second time since Mike became WWE Champion. The fans seated in the front row by the ramp chanted our names as we passed. As soon as we disappeared to the backstage area, I guessed that they went back to cheering about King's success.

The two of us were met by Mike and Alex. Alex stared at me right in the eyes, which made me nervous after a few minutes. I squirmed a bit under his gaze. Fortunately, Mike noticed and elbowed Alex hard in his right arm.

"Ow!" Alex cried out. "What'd you do that for?"

"You were staring at Raea! Didn't you see that it was making her nervous?" the WWE Champion asked his boyfriend and protégé.

Alex blushed and apologized to me.

I waved it off. "It's okay, Lex. I should be used to it, but why were you doing it?" I asked, honestly curious.

"It was your eyes when you were talking to Punk out there. They kinda freaked me out," he explained. "Why do you do that anyway?"

"Randy and I first recognized the importance of our eyes around the time I was punting the Rides and he was punting the McMahons in their skulls. Out of those vicious feud, we began to learn how just the right glare could say more than a thousand words," I explained.

Randy nodded. "People could see that we were thinking—the twisted thoughts or the voices in our heads, if you will," Randy added. "We'd even practice by looking in the mirror."

"After all," I added in, "there's only so many ways you can stare—but we've tried to perfect them all!"

Alex's mouth dropped. "Wow," he said breathlessly.

"We know," Randy and I said at the same time.

We then looked at each other and I said to him before he could take another breath, "Jinx! You owe me a soda!"

"As John would say, fudge 'n mustard!" Randy answered.

I giggled for the second time that night.

Alex looked over at Mike and asked, "Do they always do this?"

"For as long as I've known them...yes. I get scared when they don't do this," Mike answered.

I looked away from Randy, walked over to Mike, and Gibbs-smacked him.

"Hey!" he said, rubbing the back of his head. "You know that it's the truth!"

"I know, but what would you do if I didn't do that?"

He sighed. "You're also right."

I then smirked and said pointing at Alex, then Randy, and then shaking my finger, "He's right and he's right. They can't both be right!"

Mike rolled his eyes, knowing where I was heading with this, but he decided to go along with it anyway. "You know what?" he asked me. "You're also right."

The four of us laughed as we headed to our locker rooms which were right next to each other.

This was the first Raw in this story! I hope you enjoyed! Please review! I would really appreciate it!

Also, the thing about Randy's eyes was from the July edition of WWE Magazine in the Anatomy of a Superstar section. I just added Raea in there because she's a lot like Randy.

I realize that the finishers in SmackDown vs Raw 2011 don't work the way I wrote it as, but I decided to make it that way for my purposes.

Also, whoever can guess what movie the last few lines are from will get a cookie shaped like your favorite Superstar or Diva! Hint: This movie takes place before WWI, it's a musical and it was made in 1971.