"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw everyone. We are here in our nation's capital, Washington D.C. And-" Michael stopped his sentence, holding his headset.

"What? What is it?" King asked him.

"I've just been informed of another match coming up next. Apparently, Beth Phoenix challenged our new General Manager to a two on one handicap match, with Santino as Beth's partner!" Michael exclaimed.

"Wow! We'll be able to see the Reaper in action on her first night as General Manager! This is going to be a quick match!" King commented.

"Why is that?" Michael asked him as Beth and Santino came down the ramp.

"Look at all the people she has defeated! Which ones can you remember?"

"Big Show, Mark Henry, Ric Flair, who introduced her to Vince and trained her-" Michael began listing.

"Exactly! That's only a few! Compared to them, these two are rookies!" King finished before my music started. I was just behind the curtain, still laughing at what happened before I came to the curtain.

Flashback

I ran around trying to find Jeff and Matt. I found them in catering, talking and having a drink. I ran up to their table, bending over the table. My arms were the only thing keeping me from falling on it. I didn't realize how much I had been running until I stopped.

"Hey Annie, where's the fire?" Matt teased me. I lifted my head and stood up straight.

"One of you, give me your shirt." I stated bluntly. They stared at me, mouths agape. Jeff recovered first and gave me a small grin.

"And why do you need one of our shirts?"

"I wasn't expecting to have a match tonight. So, I didn't bring any of my old gear. A Guns 'N Roses shirt won't do." I explained. They shook their heads and both began to strip off their shirt.

"Hold up boys! I said one of you, as much as I want to see you both shirtless." They grinned at me and Jeff finished removing his shirt. He handed it to me, a flirty grin on his face.

"If you had wanted to see us shirtless, you could've just asked." Matt agreed with Jeff's statement, smiling at me. I slipped off my shirt, not caring if anyone saw at the moment. I threw my shirt in Jeff's face, grinning. The shirt was large enough that Jeff could wear it, without it being too tight. I slipped the Hardys shirt on, it fit perfectly. Loose, yet not enough it would come off during the match.

"Wouldn't it be weird for The Reaper to be wearing a Hardys shirt?" Matt questioned. At the moment, I really didn't care if it was weird. I just wanted a shirt other than my own to wear in the match.

"Yes and I don't care." I told them with a grin and walking off.

End Flashback

So here I am, slipping on my cloak before I head out. I could hear the crowd, their cheers fueling my energy. The energy they gave for us was amazing; it could make anyone feel exhilarated. I loved every minute of it.

I watched you walk away

Helpless, with nothing to say

I strain my eyes

Hoping to see you again

This is my curse (the longing)

This is my curse (time)

This is my curse (the yearning)

This is my curse

My face became a mask, no emotion showed. My hood was up, as always, hiding my face from view. I warped to the platform just under the Titantron and flipped out onto the ramp. What I wasn't expecting was the fireworks that went off as I was in the air. One last set went off as I landed; well, that was a nice touch Vince.

Beth and Santino were glaring at me from the ring; glare all you want, I'm not hurrying up. Cheers erupted as I turned my head to survey each side of the arena. I began to run the ring, flipping over the ropes; I made sure that I only grabbed the cloak and not the shirt as I threw off the cloak into the crowd.

Apparently, Beth was going to start first. She started throwing punches, most of which I dodged. The rest I barely; do not fear pain, embrace it. That is my motto for the ring, which is confusing to most people. It means don't be afraid of getting hurt; if you get hurt, you get hurt. Get back up and fight!

I underestimated her a bit, she was able to throw me into the ropes and hit me with a clothesline. She pulled me into a headlock, which actually hurt. I was able to grab her and flip her over; she retaliated by kicking me in the face. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to gain my wits. I felt a boot strike my face and I was sprawled out on the mat. I can tell I haven't done this in a while.

I could hear Beth tag in Santino. Well, this isn't turning out the way I planned… A kick to my ribs and I growled in pain. I could normally win without her help, but I was out of shape.

Come on!

Another kick.

Come on!

One last kick before I felt someone trying to pin me.

"1!"

"2!"

Something snapped inside my mind; now I wasn't controlling my body. Well, I was, but it wasn't actually me. More like the other half of my soul.

"Uh-oh… Looks like Santino's about to meet The Reaper!"

"What do you mean?"

"Just watch Michael."

My body threw off Santino; he flew and hit the mat a foot away. I jumped up and slowly turned to look at him. He scooted back away from me, fear apparent on his face.

"Her eyes! King, they look almost red!" The crowd was wild; they knew what happened when I was like this. A lot of pain and hurt. I could feel my face turning into evil grin.

"What's wrong Santino?" I started to speak; my voice was a little deeper and so much more frightening. I spoke each word slowly, to scare him more. This was the other thing I missed, seeing the fear in my opponent's eyes. It was like a meal for me; the more they were scared, the stronger I became.

"Are you afraid of me now? Are you afraid of the 'Ripier' now?" I took a step towards him, my face full of sadistic delight. He stayed on the mat, his back against the ropes. Beth was yelling for him to run to the other side of the ring and tag her in. Santino was frozen, his eyes wide and fearful.

I picked him by the throat; the referee was wise to stay away from me. He ran to keep Beth from interfering, telling her to get behind the ropes again. Santino grasped at my hands, desperately trying to get free from me.

"I'm not the 'Ripier'. I am the Reaper and I can see straight into your soul. You'd do well to remember that." I flipped him over my shoulder for an over the shoulder chokeslam. I stood there watching him flinch in pain. He crawled to his corner and tagged Beth in. I wanted Beth Phoenix in the ring, so that I could show her who was stronger. I refuse to be swayed against my will, nor shall anyone force me to do anything.

She rushed me, trying for a clothesline. I ducked and flipped her over my back. She hit the mat pretty hard, yet she got back up fast. Perhaps she really does care for Santino… Nah. I felt a grin grace my face and it was not a nice one. We locked up and I pushed her into the nearest turnbuckle. I kicked her in the stomach twice before the referee pulled me back. I gave her a spear, and then she kicked me in the face. It knocked me back onto the mat and I heard her climb the turnbuckle. I put my knees up just before she landed no me. She rolled off of me, holding her stomach.

I got up and jumped to the top of the turnbuckle. She was staggering to her feet, before I jumped. I had been facing towards the crowd and performed the Grim's Scythe. I jump from the top rope and do a flip backwards onto the person. This normally ends up with me falling ass first on the person. The impact normally knocks out the person, which is like the Grim Reaper taking your soul and killing you.

I pinned her for the three count and I was declared the winner. Santino was able to get Beth out of the ring before two people slid into the ring with me. I was back in my normal state of mind and barely had time to register who it was, before both my arms were lifted in victory. Matt and Jeff were with me, holding my arms up for the crowd. They were both smiling and yelling that I was back and ready for anyone. They know me too well.

The whole arena was cheering, almost seeming to break my eardrums. I was once again escorted to the back by the brothers, both of them constantly asking me if I need help. I told them no every time; I wanted to walk out of here on my own two feet.

"That was awesome! As always, a wonderful match!" Mickie James congratulated me, seeming to ponder something. I took a peek into her soul and found she was wondering if it was okay to hug me. I nodded to her and she seemed to understand, giving me a gentle hug. I'm not that hurt people!! Jeff and Matt followed me back to my office where Paul was waiting outside my door. He pulled me into a hug and then slapped me on the back. It's like I haven't won a match before…Hello people, only lost one match in my career. Whatever, I'll just go along with it. I unlocked the door and walked inside, only to stop a foot away from the door.

"Hey Aunt Re-Re, you okay? Jeff asked from behind me.

"Yeah, why'd you stop?" Paul asked, walking through the door to stand beside me. He froze as well, staring at my desk. Matt moved to stand beside me and put a hand on my shoulder squeezing lightly. He saw them and Jeff did too, since he froze upon seeing my desk. It looked normal on the top, everything was still in place. It was what was carved into it that made everyone freeze.

A/N: Another chapter, another thing to ponder. This is my first wrestling story, so tell me what you think. Is the match described well enough? If you see any mistakes, tell me in a review! All reviewers of Chapter 5, get brownies!

Also the next chapter will not be posted unless I get at less 3 reviews! If you like this story, you better review and tell me what you think!