A/N: After almost 10 months of nothing, I made a decision about this fic. I'm posting what you see written here for right now, and I will work on Miz vs Cena & the Rock-Raea confrontation sometime soon. For now, I'll mark this as complete. Don't expect it to be finished within the next week or so. I've been getting plot bunnies for Supernatural more than wrestling. But I will make myself sit down sometime and write the match and segment. I've got a link on my OpenOffice Writer detailing the full results (I use Lords of Pain because they say what moves they use and stuff like that. It's been helpful for each match I've written in the past three years). Anyway, enjoy!

WrestleMania XXVII
April 3, 2011
Atlanta, GA
Georgia Dome
Backstage/Ring
10:00 PM
I looked at the mirror that was set up in our shared locker room, wanting to make sure that my attire was on right. After all, this was only the second time in my career I was debuting new attire. I had it fitted two months earlier, now there I was: just minutes away from having what could be my WrestleMania moment. I pulled his shirt down over my gear before glancing over at Randy. He had decided not to wear his own t-shirt over his gear, but his injured knee was heavily taped. The higher-ups almost pulled him out of the match, forcing me to find a different partner by the time the match rolled around, but Randy disagreed, telling them what I said the week before: Our rivalry with Punk & Seras was so personal at that point that I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if we got ourselves disqualified that night.

"You look beautiful."

I smiled. "Probably not as beautiful as I did last night," I answered. I had worn a sweetheart periwinkle Riva Designs prom dress that I had bought three months earlier. I made sure none of the guys saw it until the Hall of Fame. That was a tradition for me ever since 2004. My mom was the one who suggested the idea to me the day after WrestleMania XX.

Randy wrapped his arms around me. "You're right. You look more beautiful than you did last night."

I laughed. "You're a married man, you know."

"I can't help it. You know what WrestleMania does to me," he told me, looking away from me toward the television.

I turned away from the mirror and saw the video package they had put together from our feud with Punk and Seras. I looked up at him. "Together? Or by ourselves?"

"Together. They'll probably do the same," he responded without missing a beat.

I nodded. "You got a plan?"

Randy smirked at me. "Maybe. Maybe not."

I punched him playfully. "You're an aft."

"I know. I work on it."

We both laughed despite what we were going to face.

"I have a plan," I told him after we calmed down. Ever since the Rumble, I hadn't come up with any crazy plans. This one wasn't crazy though. I told him what my plan was, earning a wide smirk from Randy.

"Brilliant," he said. "I would say something else, but, brilliant."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Thanks, Randy. It's just something I was thinking about all day yesterday and this morning."

We made our way over to the curtain, followed closely by the cameraman picked for Randy's DVD. He even added a few things to the plan. I threw in how we could end it, making Randy's smirk grow wider. I could slightly hear Punk's music playing as we made our way to gorilla position.

"The following mixed tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of CM Punk and Seras Victoria Ride, SVR!" Justin Roberts announced.

When we reached the curtain, I looked over at the camera and said while pointing at my wrist, "Kickoff."

Randy pushed the curtain out of the way as his music replaced Punk's. The crowd cheered loudly for us as we stepped onto the stage. The two of us looked at each other, nodded slightly, and slowly walked (Randy limped, I walked slowly so we could walk side by side) toward the ring.

"And their opponents, the team of Randy Orton & Azrael Victoria!" Justin announced.

Seeing the Georgia Dome filled to the brim with fans was a complete contrast to the emptiness we both had ran the ropes in earlier that day after we changed into our gear. I stared directly into Punk's eyes as both he and Seras quickly exited the ring. We climbed on the turnbuckles on the same side of the ring and posed for the fans. I could feel Punk's and Seras' glares, so I looked down and glared back at them. After, we climbed down, I pulled my shirt off, and threw it to the fans.

Randy's music stopped as we walked over to our corner. Punk and Seras did the same.

"Just be careful," I told him.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "I always am. And you better stick to that plan of yours."

I slightly smiled and nodded at him before exiting the ring and grabbing the tag rope. Seras, noticing my actions, exited the ring as well. Randy bounced on his feet. Punk just smirked at him. I could tell his mouth was watering by the way he looked at Randy's knee. The bell rang and Punk charged at Randy's leg, but Randy got on top of him with right hands. Randy connected multiple uppercuts to Punk's jaw. He then dropped Punk with a big clothesline and sent him outside to the floor. Randy followed him out of the ring on the right side of me. I turned and watched as he attempted to throw Punk into the steel steps.

Punk countered and shoved them into Randy. He then pushed Randy back into the ring and connected with a big crossbody off the top rope, earning the first near-fall of the match.

"Come on, Randy!" I cheered as Punk worked on Randy's leg.

Randy tried to mount an offense, but Punk stopped it. Punk dragged Randy over to the corner on the same side as mine and Randy's, as if to remind me that I couldn't do anything unless Randy tagged me in. I glared at Punk and bit my tongue to not shout the words that I knew would come as soon as I opened my mouth. as he put Randy's injured leg in the corner and worked over it. Words that the tech guys would have to edit out. I had already gotten reprimanded for what I said to Punk last week.

Punk hit a running knee to Randy's jaw. He then hit a big knee drop on Randy's injured leg and went for a pin, but Randy kicked out at two. Punk wrapped Randy up in that same corner with a tree of woe and stood on his leg from the top turnbuckle. I could hear Randy's screams of pain as the ref attempted to get Punk off his leg. Punk got off eventually and came down hard on Randy for another two count. Randy attempted the RKO, but Punk took him down for another two count.

Punk stood up, walked over to me, and signaled for the GTS. "Nap time for Randal!" he told me, earning boos from the crowd.

The glare I was giving Punk hardened.

"What are you gonna do, Azrael? Huh? What are you gonna do?" He pushed me with one hand, a smirk on his face.

I didn't say a word. I just slapped that smirk off his face.

He rubbed his cheek as he backed away, that smirk still on his face. He then picked up Randy and placed him on his shoulders, still smirking at me. Just then, Randy fought out of it and went for the RKO again, but Punk took him down for a two count.

"Come on, Randy!" I shouted.

I could feel the camera in my face, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I was just itching to get into that ring. Everybody knew it. I knew that Randy was hurting. I watched as Randy slightly led Punk over to the turnbuckle. I knew exactly what he was doing. I smirked as Punk pulled Randy to the top. Just then, Randy connected with a long superplex.

I began clapping for Randy, the fans joining in as he crawled over to me. I climbed onto the bottom rope and reached my hand out for him to tag me in. Punk tagged Seras in just as Randy tagged me in. I quickly entered the ring as Randy rolled out. Seras attempted to take me down with a clothesline, but I countered with one of my own, followed by another and another then the snap-scoop slam. I stood up and began stomping on Seras' hands, feet, and fingers, ending the combo with knees to her face.

She rolled over to the ropes closest to her corner. I followed her and pulled her up by her hair.

"Azrael! Watch the hair!" the ref stated.

I looked over at Punk and smirked as I pulled Seras into the ring until the only thing keeping her on the second rope was her feet. Just as I was about to give her the rope-hung DDT Randy and I were known for, Seras escaped and hit me with a clothesline. She then covered me for the pin with her elbow in my face, but I waited to kick out until the ref counted two, hoping that she thought I was on the ropes after her clothesline. Seras got me into position for the Jutsu as the crowd booed her. I smirked as I quickly escaped the hold and countered with an inverted headlock backbreaker.

I then got into position for the Liplock, pounding my fists on the mat. She stood up and I attempted my first Liplock of the match, but she countered and drove me shoulder-first into the steel ring post. I cringed, clenching my shoulder as I turned around. Seras ran at me and connected with Punk's high knee right to my face. Randy tried to enter the ring to interfere, but the ref stopped him, giving Punk the opportunity to attempt to kick me in the back of the head. I took him down with a clothesline.

I was about to do the same to Seras, but she dodged and dropped me with a spinebuster before going for another pin, but I kicked out at two. She tried to drop onto my face with her knees, but I rolled out of the way just in time. I heard everyone clapping for me as I crawled over to her and draped my arm over her body, but she kicked out at two. We both slowly stood up and traded punches. I felt like I was gaining momentum from our fight as I dropkicked her to the mat. I then picked her up and forcefully dragged her over to the ropes closest to my corner. I made her exit the ring and attempted the DDT again. This time, I was successful and I went for the pin, but Punk tried to enter the ring, distracting the ref. I got up and walked over to him.

"You can't do anything to me, Azrael! You know it's true!" he told me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Randy nod slightly at me. He was as rested as he could be and he wanted to get back in the ring.

I looked back at Punk and backed away from him, stepping over Seras. "You're right, Punk. I can't do anything to you," I told him.

I glanced at Randy, causing the crowd to cheer. Randy was holding his hand out. I gave him a worried look that I knew he would catch. We had created a facial code no one but us knew about. We practiced it in front of the camera on my laptop three years previously to make sure no camera would be able to catch it. He nodded back, reassuring me.

I looked back at Punk and smirked. "But he can." I then tagged Randy in and the crowd went nuts. The ref recognized that tag. I leaned toward his ear. "Now for Part Two," I whispered, the smirk still on my face.

Seras slowly stood up and watched me exit the ring. She shook her head and went to try and get me back into the ring, but the ref held her back, telling her to tag Punk. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she walked over and tagged Punk back into the match. I grabbed the tag rope again as both Randy and Punk brawled in the ring. Minutes later, Punk kicked Randy's knee, taking Randy down to the mat.

I cringed as Punk dragged Randy over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of me and wrapped Randy's legs around the ring post from the outside. He then applied a figure four on the ring post. I could hear Randy screaming in pain as the ref tried to get Punk back into the ring and off Randy's legs. I had to bite my tongue again to hold off those words running through my mind a mile a minute. This was something neither of us had counted on, though I knew the tape on his knee would be a huge target for Punk. Ever since the match was announced, we had a game plan, but that injury changed things, which was why we had come up with the one we were using right now.

Punk slid back into the ring and completely focused on Randy's injury. Randy tried to fight out of it and got a two count off a submission pin. I could hear Seras cheering Punk on from their corner. Punk got a two count the same way that Randy did before pulling the bandage down off Randy's leg.

"Come on, Randy!" I cheered.

Just then, Randy broke Punk's hold and got up limping. He connected with two clotheslines and a big powerslam. He then jumped on Punk with right hands and then hit a side suplex before going for the pin. Punk kicked out at two. They got up and Punk started kicking Randy. He swept Randy and applied the Anaconda Vise out of nowhere.

"You've got this, Randy!" I shouted.

Randy got out of the hold and threw Punk into the exposed ring post. He then brought him in the ring with the second rope DDT. Randy glanced at me and gave me the signal before hitting the mat and getting pumped in Punk's face. He was coiled, ready to strike.

I let go of the tag rope and ran over to Seras. Before she could even react, I yanked her off the apron and connected with right hands. Seras got out of it and attempted to bash my head into the steps, but I got my hands on the steps before that could happen and took her down with a clothesline. I looked in the ring and saw Randy getting ready to punt Punk, but his leg gave out before he could even connect the move.

"NO!" I shouted as he fell to the mat, clutching his leg.

Punk laughed and made fun of Randy, limping over to him. I looked back at Seras to see her attempting to kick me. I quickly grabbed her foot and clotheslined her to the floor just as Randy was going for an RKO out of nowhere. Punk slid out of it, clearly looking surprised that he could still do it with an injured leg. I would have smirked if I wasn't completely focused on Seras at that point. I picked her up and Irish-whipped her into the steps.

Punk climbed up to the top and looked at me as Seras got up on all fours. I smirked at Punk before he turned away from me and leaped off at Randy. I then started running. Seconds later, I connected my foot with Seras' face, punting her in the skull for the second time in my career. I heard the crowd count as the ref's hand slapped the mat three times, causing Randy's music to play.

"Here are your winners, Randy Orton and Azrael Victoria!" Justin announced.

I slid into the ring and hugged Randy. I kissed his forehead. "We did it, Legend," I told him.

He smiled at me and nodded. "We did it, Raea," he answered.

The crowd cheered for us as the ref lifted our hands into the air. After he lowered our hands and let go of them, Randy took my hand and dragged me over to the turnbuckle. I climbed up onto the second rope and he climbed onto the first and we did our poses. I reveled in that moment, just like I had at my past WrestleManias.