Raw

9:30pm

"King, we just learned today that Melissa will be facing Stephanie right after her champion match with Victoria."

Showing Melissa in the locker room with Ric and Dave, she was pacing.

"Relax Lizzy, Victoria is a piece of cake, you'll be fine. Hunter is running late, but he'll be here."

Shaking her head, she and Dave made their way out to the ring, as Hunter came though the door.

"About time."

"Yeah, well fire the driver, you ready?"

"What type of question is that? I'm always ready to get a title around my waist."

"Just the answer I wanna hear lets go."

The four made their way out to the ring. She was still in character, but in her mind she was hoping to run into Stephanie. She was also a little nervous about being the main event, and it involving the boss' daughter. In any event, she agreed to do it.

Her music played as she made her way to the ring with her knights in shining armor. Randy was ill, so he was watching from the room. Hearing the mix of boos and cheers, made all those thoughts go away. Standing on the top rope, she absorbed it all in. No more worries for now, it was time to get her belt.

Victoria and Steven Richards came out, and she held up her belt. She almost envied the woman walking down that ramp. She wasn't jealous of the loss of common sense, or lack of sanity, but that she used it to get to the top of the food chain.

She slid in and Melissa eyed her. Victoria taunted her by telling her, she'll never get her belt, and end her career.

"Yeah fuck you too", she yelled back.

Steven made sure he stayed in a spot where no evolution members where.

The bell rang, and the women locked up. Melissa immediately kicked Victoria in the gut. She dropped like a ton of bricks. Melissa didn't let up, ass she stomped her, and she heard the yelps of Victoria. She pulled Victoria up by her hair, and took her to the ropes. The champ countered, and clotheslined her. Melissa felt that, and wasn't too happy.

"J.R., I think the challenger wasn't ready for the champ."

"It's still early King, anything is possible on Raw."

Victoria was holding her nose, from Melissa kicking her in the nose. Melissa gained ground by tripping her, and put her in a submission hold. Holding her in the sleeper position, Steven yelled for her to get up. She was slowly fading away. Hunter, Dave and Ric were cheering her on, and then you heard the crowd yell loud.

Test came out, and took a chair to Melissa's knee. The ref didn't see it due to Steven's yelling about unfair tactics.

"Did you see it King!"

"I did, but the ref didn't. To mess with Melissa, you are asking for Triple H to kill you."

Ric and Dave pulled him out, and Melissa was holding on to her knee in pain. Victoria was dazed, but alert enough to try to take advantage. Doing the figure four, Melissa yelled in pain, but didn't want the ref to call it, because her chance would go out the window. Triple H distracted the ref, and Dave grabbed her hand to pull her to the ropes. Hunter hopped down, and the ref told Victoria to break the hold. Melissa held her knee, as Victoria kicked her in the knee. Pulling her to the edge of the ring, she slammed her knee into the ringpost.

The three watched as she screamed in pain. Hunter began to doubt her, but then a glimmer of hope came when she kicked Victoria with her good leg. She hit the mat hard, and Melissa hopped up.

It was a scene straight from the 96 Olympics.

She pulled Victoria by her hair, to stand her up. Flipping her up onto her shoulders, she Batista bombed her into the mat. Covering her for the count, 1….2….3……

The bell rang, and that was it. She was champ, but at what cost. It was all a blur, she felt the pain, and then for some reason, there was more pain. Turning, Steven jumped back in to continue on the injured knee.

It was supposed to be a time of celebration, but instead she felt nothing but pain and tears.

She past out from it all, only remembering lots of cheers, and stomping around her.

Hunter, and Dave went to town on Steven. Ric got her out of the ring, and carried her and her new title to the room.

"J.R., she supposed to face Stephanie later on, what gonna happen now?"

"King, I don't know, but something doesn't seem right to me, like there was more to that than a simple match."

Test and Steph laughed at the results. They knew she could beat Victoria, but now with her injured, she had a better chance of winning the match, and showing everyone, including Paul, that she was the better woman.

"So you ready to go out there?"

"Oh yeah."

What smelling salt and water can do. The camera showed two limos speeding into the arena. The first was Randy Orton. He ran back to his team's locker area. Walking in, he saw Melissa wince at the wrapping of her knee. Triple H and Ric were talking in the corner, while Dave sat with her. Randy first went to hug Melissa. She grinned at him.

"You alright?"

"I've been better."

"I'm going to talk to H and Ric, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be here."

Going over to the twosome, they were trying to whisper, but the fury of Hunter was making it pretty hard.

"Be straight with me Ric, what did the trainer say?"

"Don't look good H. He saying the same injury you took two years ago, she close to having, if she goes back out there."

"Who the hell said Test could be out there?"

"I know who it was, and quit talking about me like I'm not here", Melissa said.

"Well, fill us in."

"Duh, Stephanie. She has a hold on Test like crabs to a set of balls. She using him to get back at this group, mainly you and me", she said hopping down to wobble to Hunter.

"You ain't wrestling like that."

She glared at Hunter like he was nuts.

"Guys, could you leave us for a minute."

Sensing the tension, the three left, and Randy rubbed her back for support. She grinned at the action, and directed her attention back to Paul. The door shut, and the cameras left, and it was her and Paul. No scripts, no cameras, it was real couple standing face to face.

"You are not going to tell me what to do Paul, not now, not ever."

"Alright, but I've had that injury. It isn't pretty, and I know right now you are in a shit load of pain."

" I need to do this, either you're with me or being a pussy, which one is it?"

"Melissa you can't so this, what if she wins?"

Melissa head shot up, and she was pissed.

"You think she can beat me, you know what never mind".

"That's not what I said."

"Might as well have, what's your choice?"

"Let's go, I can't talk you out of it."

Hopping out of the room, the three men looked at the two like they were crazy. She put her MP3, playing Pearl Jam, and Paul knew, Stephanie's time was numbered.

The crowd roared at the woman walking down the hall, to what may be her last match for a while, or forever. Either way, Melissa Smith was going down with a fight, no matter what the cost.