Hey guys! I wasn't sure where to end this, but I figured it was a good enough ending since we're five days away from Extreme Rules.

Anyway, I only own Azrael Victoria and SVR.

Enjoy!

February 7, 2011
Bradley Center
Milwaukee, WI
8:30 PM
Backstage

Randy and I were sitting at a table in the catering area not saying a single word as we slowly ate our food. Mike and Alex joined us a few minutes later, both of them holding some kind of wrap and either a bottle of water (Mike) or cherry Dr. Pepper (Alex). I barely noticed them since I was deep in thought about who was going to be the newest member of Punk's incarnation of Nexus. I felt three pairs of eyes staring at me. Just then, the group that seemed to worm its way into my mind passed by our table.

I lifted my head and made eye contact with each and every one of them for a few minutes, stopping on Punk's hazel eyes. I glared at the man that seemed to have a beef with Randy and me. It was one that I had done many times before which caused fear to show in even the most confident person on the roster. Punk just stared right back at me, his eyes betraying not fear, but anger. We kept eye contact until he motioned that it was time for he and the rest of his group to leave as I glared at their retreating backs.

"Raea," Randy softly said, causing me to look at him and my glare to leave my face.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"You said last week that you wanted to know why they did that at the Rumble."

"I still do. What's your point, Randy?"

"I looked at the schedule and saw that there's nothing going on between Vince's announcement and the first match of the night. I think we should use this time to talk about what we did last week and demand an explanation from Punk."

I didn't even have to think it over. "When do you think we should be in gorilla?"

"Before Vince makes his announcement."

"While we're talking about that, what do you guys think he's gonna announce?"

"I think he's going to announce someone's firing," Mike stated.

I looked over at Mike and started doing my impersonation of his on-screen character. "Really?"

He smiled and nodded. "Don't even finish it because Lex will laugh so hard he'll spit his water on all of us plus the table." He chuckled while he was saying that as Alex sipped his water.

"That's not nice, Mikey!" Alex stated as he pouted.

Mike gave him a quick peck on his nose. "Don't do that, Lexy." He ruffled Alex's hair.

I then asked, "Mike, if Vince is gonna fire someone, who do you think he would fire?"

Mike laughed. "That's easy! Cena. I mean, he was part of the original Nexus and he was originally fired after Survivor Series. He should have stayed home and not come back to this company!"

While he was talking, John came up behind him, holding a paper plate with a couple of egg rolls on it and a bottle of water. He was already in his gear for the night except for his hat. He looked at Randy and me, shaking his head and smiling. As soon as Mike was finished talking, John said, "You really feel that way about me, Mike? I don't know whether I should be hurt or flattered."

Mike turned around and locked eyes with the Chain Gang Commander. "J-John! I didn't mean all that stuff! I-I was just practicing for tonight!" he stammered, causing Randy, Alex, and me to chuckle.

John sat down next to me and chuckled as well. "I know that. I'm just messing with you. Anyway, what were you four talking about?"

"Well," I began, "we were talking about the announcement that Vince's gonna make tonight on RAW. What do you think it is?"

He shrugged. "Who knows with Vince?"

9:00 PM
Gorilla Postion/Ring
Randy and I were standing in gorilla position with Mr. McMahon as "Burn It to the Ground" played in the arena. We told him what we were gonna do and he gave it the OK, but he advised that we come out as he was done giving his announcement instead of waiting until he was backstage. We agreed to follow his advice as the pyro went off and the Nickelback song continued to play.

I moved from my left foot to my right, occasionally running my fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes as I listened to the reactions of the crowd while RAW's theme played.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Chairman of the Board of the WWE, Mr. McMahon!" Justin Roberts announced to the audience, causing the Nickelback song to fade.

"Chance...No chance, so that's what you've got."

The crowd popped when they heard those words, cuing Mr. McMahon to enter the ring area. Randy and I looked at the TV and watched as Mr. McMahon entered, moving his arms up and down. He was holding a mic in his right hand. He then put his free hand in his pocket and moved in front of the WWE logo that was resting on a platform on the top of the ramp. He then walked in front of where the curtain was. The crowd kept cheering even as his music faded.

"Well, now that the Super Bowl is over," he began, causing the crowd to cheer louder, "there's only one thing left. Congratulations by the way. There's one thing left, an event that, quite frankly, is...it supersedes the Super Bowl," the crowd booed, "an event, this one does, an event that, quite frankly, has more grandeur, more electricity, more excitement, more spectacle. We're talking about WrestleMania!"

The crowd cheered at the mention of the Grandest Stage of Them All. I smiled and closed my eyes, thinking about the first WrestleMania where I didn't sit in the front row and watch my dad compete in. I opened them again when Randy lightly poked me, bringing me back to the present, where neither of us were competing at the Showcase of the Immortals. I locked eyes with him, my look saying, "There's still time." He nodded his head as we walked toward the curtain separating us from Mr. McMahon, the fans in attendance, and the fans that were watching from around the globe. I gave Randy a shoulder massage like I usually do before we enter the ring area.

"Every year there's something that separates each WrestleMania from the other, some sort of special moment, some extraordinary attraction, something that you've never seen before, and I assure you this WrestleMania will be the same because, next week, we will introduce who is the personification of that special moment, that extraordinary attraction, that never been done before. We will introduce this man who indeed will set...set a bar or set a record like no one else because no one has ever hosted an event like that in front of 75,000 people. Not the Oscars, not the Super Boll, not the Grammys, not the World Cup. Nothing. Only one man...only one man capable of pulling off this endeavor and you will meet the guest host of WrestleMania right here next week. Thank you very much."

"I hear voices in my head. They council me, they understand, they talk to me."

The crowd cheered as we walked through the curtain and passed through the last curve before we were met by Mr. McMahon as he stepped off to the side and nodded his head at us. We glanced at him as we walked by him. I could see the camera guy out of the corner of my eye, but I was focused on what Randy and I were going to do. Randy and I then walked down the ramp side by side, with me on Randy's right, as the Rich Luzzi song continued to play. When we got to the ring, we looked back, my body facing his and my head turned toward the top of the ramp. We then looked back at the ring.

I cast a glance at the lit-WrestleMania sign and clenched my fists. Randy and I then started to walk towards the steps, my eyes still locked on the sign that was high above the crowd. We climbed up the steps, grasped the ropes, climbed onto the apron, and Randy entered the ring first. Right before heading to the middle of the ring, he sat down on the middle rope and held up the top one with his left hand. I then entered the ring.

We then walked in unison to the middle of the ring. When we got there, I glanced up at the TitanTron and saw that our attack on Husky Harris was playing, giving the fans a recap of what we did. I almost smiled, but I then saw Punk and the New Nexus and it destroyed my attempted smile. I glared at the image of the group. I looked away from the 'Tron and grabbed a mic for Randy.

"Thanks, Rae," he told me.

"No problem," I answered.

The camera refocused on us as Randy's music continued for another few minutes until it faded. I heard fans chanting, "RKO! RKO! RKO!" and "AZRAEL! AZRAEL! AZRAEL!"

"CM Punk," Randy stated into the mic, the crowd booing the Straight Edge Superstar, "if you think that we are even after what Raea and I did last week, then you are even more delusional than we thought. You see, we are only just getting started. And it is going to cost you a lot more, a whole hell of a lot more, than just Husky Harris."

The boos turned to cheers as Randy spoke. The camera focused on me. I looked directly at it and said, "That's right."

"As a matter of fact—"

He was interrupted by "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage, cuing Punk's appearance and a loud chorus of boos from the fans. Randy and I looked over at the stage. I took Randy's hand in mine. I wasn't scared or anything. I just wanted someone to hold me back from doing anything too...irrational, I guess you could say.

Punk entered from the back with a mic in his hand. Randy let go of my hand as he turned his whole body toward the man who had cost him the WWE Championship. I moved to his left side and did the same thing. I glared at the leader of the New Nexus.

His music faded as he looked at the two of us. He then looked at the fans, but Randy and I kept our eyes locked on him. Punk then looked back at us. "'Scuse me one second. I actually have to sit down," he stated as he sat down Indian-style at the top of the ramp, "because I am stymied that the two Vipers and I agree on something. Randal and Azrael, this isn't over, not by a long shot. You wanna know why I cost you the title at the Royal Rumble? You wanna know why? I'm sure the both of you are curious."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Randy bent his head back and closed his eyes. He opened them again a few seconds later.

"Well," Punk continued, "let me tell the both of you and the truth shall set you free."

He then looked up at the 'Tron and the 2008 Unforgiven logo popped up on the screen. My eyes widened as the clip Randy and I had watched with Mike and Alex the week before began to play. I knew I didn't need to watch this again. I whispered to Randy, "I had a feeling that this was the reason."

Randy slightly nodded his head, keeping his eyes on the screen until the clip was finished playing and the Unforgiven logo flashed across the 'Tron again. I looked down at Punk and noticed he was now standing up, his arms looking like they were crossed over his chest. When the clip was finished, he kept his back to us for a few minutes, then he slowly turned to face us again. Randy and I glared at the man.

"Well, there you have it, Vipers. Now you two know why I did what I did and the two of you really are the cold hearted, callous individuals everybody says you are, aren't you? The two of you don't even care about anybody but yourselves. You're certainly not concerned about the consequences and the repercussions of your actions. Neither of you even care that that night I had to forfeit the title because I couldn't compete."

Randy and I looked at him with twin smirks on our faces. You deserve it, you aftclown, I thought to myself.

"Well, I haven't forgotten that night. In fact, I remember it like it was yesterday and I have waited this long to get my revenge. I am a patient boy. I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait. See, the difference between between my actions and the both of yours, Randy and Azrael, is mine are defensible. The both of yours are not. I am right and you were wrong."

My smirk turned into a glare and clenched my fists. I heard Randy pacing back and forth beside me.

"As long as the three of us are on the same show, as long as the three of us breath the same air, you, Randy, will never be WWE Champion again, and you, Azrael, will never be Diva's Champion ever," he added.

I heard Randy stop pacing. We both said, "What?" We then cast glances at each other. He can't do that! He can't ban us from becoming champions again! I thought to myself as the two of us returned our gazes to the now-smirking CM Punk, who was nodding his head at us.

"I've waited long enough to get my revenge and, frankly, I don't think I'm gonna wait until Elimination Chamber. I'm going to eliminate the two of you," he paused and looked at his wrist, "right now. I know for a fact that this person doesn't want to wait either."

"I looked away. Then I looked back at you. You try to say the things that you can't undo."

I ran my fingers through my hair. You've got to be kidding me, I thought to myself as my blond-haired green eyed storyline-sister SVR appeared from the back and stood next to Punk. She waved to me with a wicked smirk on her face. I clenched my fists as the two of them just stood there, waiting for someone else as Seras's music faded. Then, the three remaining members of the New Nexus came out.

Randy and I started pacing the ring, ready for whatever the group was going to throw at us. "COME ON!" we shouted at them as the group walked down to the ring. Punk and Seras were walking side by side like Randy and I had done earlier on with the rest of Nexus walking a few feet behind them in a single file line.

Randy whispered to me, "You got SVR?"

"Yeah, but I'll still be able to help you with McGillicutty and Otunga," I whispered back.

When they got to the ring, Punk and SVR paused and Otunga and McGillicutty slid under the bottom rope. Randy went after Otunga and I went after McGillicutty. I threw the younger man into the corner and started stomping on McGillicutty with my high heel boot. Just then, I heard someone running toward me. I then felt something, or actually someone, knock me down to the mat.

I fell to the floor in pain and saw that it was Mason Ryan. He dragged me to the middle of the ring, right next to Randy. Then he, McGillicutty, and Otunga started stomping on the both of us. I quickly covered my face with my forearms. I could feel the pain from the move on my ribs, my chest, and my legs.

When they were finished, they picked us up to our knees and held our arms. McGillicutty and Otunga held Randy's and Ryan held mine as both Punk and SVR crawled into the ring. I looked at the pair with an intense hatred in my eyes. Ryan then pulled me toward the other side of the ring while McGillicutty and Otunga did the same with Randy.

"Now, as I was saying," Punk stated as both Randy and I fought out of the Nexus' grips. Then we ran toward Punk and SVR and I gave SVR the Thesz Press, unloading on her with rights and lefts until Ryan pried me off her after punching and stomping on me repeatedly. Otunga and McGillicutty had to do the same with Randy. I squirmed in Ryan's grip, trying to get free again, but it was to no avail. He dragged me to the ropes again, put my arms over the top rope, and pulled the middle rope over my elbow. I kept on squirming, but he held me there as well as Randy, who was in the same position I was in.

I saw that both Punk and SVR had bloody noses, a fact that I couldn't relish at that moment. The pair walked toward us. When they got close, SVR grabbed my chin and I growled as I continued to try to escape from these make-shift handcuffs. I spit in her face, but she used her other hand to wipe it off.

"How does that feel, sis, huh?" SVR asked coldly. Her face was close to mine. I tried wrenching my hands out of the ropes, but Ryan held my right shoulder and Otunga held my left.

I could only think of one option on how to hurt her at that point and that was a headbutt. So, I did it. She bent over and I kicked her head, knocking her down to the mat. Otunga grabbed my head and McGillicutty kicked alternately between Randy and me in our chests.

They beat us down so much that we dropped out of the makeshift handcuffs. I attempted to slowly roll out of the ring, grabbing Randy's leg as I did so, but Ryan stomped on the back of my head right before I could attempt to leave. I clenched the back of my head. I then felt someone pick me up and drag me over to someone. I then felt my head being placed between someone's legs.

Then, the person jumped and when they landed, my head connected with the mat. I then felt myself being picked up again and placed on a person's shoulders. My whole body felt limp at that point. I then felt myself being picked up again and a knee being connected to my face and I fell to the mat. I could feel someone's hand next to mine.

I suddenly heard someone drop to the mat next to me. I then heard fists pounding the mat. I knew it wasn't Randy because he had been put through this like I had. I could hear the crowd boo loudly at someone as I breathed in and out. They left a few minutes later.

I opened my eyes and saw my hand touching Randy's. I attempted to sit up, but I started to feel dizzy and I quickly grabbed the middle rope with both hands to hold myself up. I slowly turned to face Randy. He was sitting up, his hands and arms holding him in place. I watched as he slowly rolled out of the ring and landed on his feet, holding on to the ring to keep himself up right.

I slowly let go of the ropes and rolled out of the ring as well. I held on to the ring as soon as I felt my legs go wobbly. My head swam and I almost fell down to the ground, but I felt someone catch me. I looked up and locked eyes with John.

"It's alright, Rae," he whispered to me. "I've got you."

I nodded weakly as he draped my arm over his shoulder. He did the same with Randy and the three of us walked up the ramp together, the cheers of the crowd following us as we walked. Just then, we heard the familiar three-tone noise.

"Can I have your attention please?" Cole announced, being met with a loud chorus of boos. "I have just received an e-mail from the Anonymous RAW General Manager."

He then walked over to the laptop after setting the mic on the table, opened it, and stated, "And I quote, 'Tonight, each of the members of Nexus are going to face each of the members of RAW's Elimination Chamber, with the main event being CM Punk vs. John Cena.'"

The crowd cheered when they heard John's name. I smiled weakly at him and said, "Kick his ass for us, would you?"

John chuckled. "Don't worry. I will," he answered as we continued our slow walk up the ramp and toward the back.