As the lights rose I could feel my heart speeding up like it did every time. Paul held my hand while I raised the Mic to my mouth.

"Good evening Philly!! Like many of you know there is a new Divas Championship Belt for those divas on smackdown who dont get a chance at this." I smiled down at my belt. "Since I've been drafted to Raw I feel sad to have to leave my Smackdown family behind. Diva's like Victoria, Michelle McCool, and Cherry deserve a chance at the belt so this a perfect opportunity for them. I just wanted to say goodbye to all my smackdown friends and family; and for all you fans: We'll be partying across the street at the curve! Night everyone!" The crown cheered for me as Paul sat on the 2nd rope so I could exit easily. We started walking up the ramp when Maryse's music came on. We stopped to greet her and I approached her for a hug, but all of a sudden all I saw was black.


Almost instantaneously Maryse grabbed Rae's women's championship belt and hit her with it. Before the Game could even react Kenny Dykstra ran down to the ring and hit the Game with a hard right fist. As Triple h stumbled backwards Dykstra grabbed the WWE Championship belt and hit triple h as he began to rise. Both Maryse and Dykstra entered the ring and got mics.

"Aww, look at the pathetic little "power couple". Well you wont be in charge much longer." Maryse smiled at the two who were groaning at ringside.

"You see, Maryse and I have teamed up to take over, and as long as you two are champions we will try to take that from you." Dykstra smiled. Slowly Triple h began to rise and check on his girlfriend. She shook her head and they both stood. It took a few seconds for Rae to strech out and relax her shoulders. Rae and the Game then stared at each other for a few seconds. Out of nowhere they slide in the ring and start beating Dyksra and Maryse.

"Looks like a plain old bloodbath to me, JR" Mick Foley said adjusting his headphones.

"I don't think I've ever seen Rae that intense, and this isn't even an official match." JR replied.
Fist after fist, the blondes were badly bloodied, and then thrown out of the ring like trash.

"Aww, look at the pathetic little 'wannabes'. Well, as long as we're...uh...ALIVE, we wont let that happen." Paul said picking up his championship. (as did Rae)

"This isn't over!" Dykstra yelled as he walked up the ramp.


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"Well that wasn't fun" Rae said looking at the icepack on her hand.

"It wasn't planned either." Paul said changing into his ring attire.

"How old is Maryse?" she asked flipping channels of the locker room tv.

"Um...24 maybe. I don't know why?" He raised an eyebrow as he faced her.

"Dumb whore's gotten botox, my knuckles hurt like no other" Rae curled up on the couch. The game could not stop laughing as he came and rested her head on his lap.

"So is 'the curve' your favorite part about philly?" he asked her playing with her multicolored hair.

"Yeah, kinda." He smiled at her then thought for a minute before speaking again.

"So, I know this is gonna sound very second date, but tell me more about you." He said hoping she didnt laugh. She slipped a small chuckle before saying:

"Well, what dont you already know... I was born in Jersey, we moved to Chicago when i was 12. I kinda grew up in the punk scene there. I got the 777 tattoo on my neck with my best friend Bryan-"

"I didn't know your best friend was a guy." he said ALMOST accusingly.

"Yeah, I liked him for the longest time, but he never liked me back." she said.

"That's okay cause that's what I'm for right?" he shot her that award winning smile and she couldn't help but grin back.

"Then I went to college at the University of Chicago then med school at Southern Illinois. Halfway through I transfered to University of Texas San Antonio so I could attend wrestling school at the same time."

"WOW weren't you busy?"

"Yeah, Sometimes I wish I could take it back though. I sound like a horrible wrestler, but..."

"What?" he asked, looking down at her with a touch of disbelief in his eyes.

"When I was in wrestling school, I got pregnant." she started tearing up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, um...I never told the father."

"Why not?" Paul pushed. She just started bawling and he sat her up and held her tight. She cried for his shoulder and spoke through tears.

"Um..I told my trainer and he told me to..." She couldn't take it.

"He told you to..." he recited slowly for her.

She wanted to tell him, but the words wouldnt escape. Instead forced herself away from Paul and out of their locker room. The tears piercing her eyes and the anger in her heart developed a frown of anguish on her face as she passed by several other superstars.

"RAE! What happened?" Paul said running to catch up to her.

"Tell me!" he said finally right behind her, grabbing her arm harshly.

"I had an abortion okay?!" she screamed in frustration. Several superstars turned from their conversations and looked at her. "And now the entire roster knows!" She whispered to him. She shook her arm free from his grasp and stormed off.

Paul could only regret tenfold what he had just done. He was sure it was over for them. She had never been seriously upset with him and he didn't know how to handle it.


Shit! Shit! Shit! Paul why are you such a douche bag?

I ran my fingers through my hair and turned back around for the locker room.

And you have a match coming up, isnt that great.

I looked on the desk and found my cell. Maybe shawn would have some answers.

"Shawn?"

"Hey, man. How's it goin?"

"I just screwed things up with Rae."

"What'd you do?"

"I just made her admit something embarassing to almost everyone backstage"

"That was her?! That's kinda unexpected."

"Yeah, how do I fix this."

"Give her a minute to clear her head then apologize, a lot. If that doesnt work plan something romantic. Girls love that."

"Thank you!"

"No big deal"

"Talk to ya later man."

"Cya!"


I dont really know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking at all, but somehow I ended up and Mr.McMahon's office.

"Vince?" I called as I knocked violently.

"Come in"

"I want to resign." I began as I stood dominantly at his desk.

"What? Why? You're the Women's Champion. I've never had a current champion resign before?"

"Well there's a first time for everything." I replied snarkily as I turned on my heel.
"Two weeks" I called before slamming his door.

"Raema you have a contract!" He called through the thick wood. I snapped backwards and shoved his door open right back open.

"Fuck my contract, Vince! And while your at it, fuck Triple H and the entire wrestling business too, because you're all superficial egomaniacs who take pleasure in other's pain and I no longer want to be associated with you!" With that, I left the arena.