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Back at the hotel, Hope had ventured away from Maria and Ashley. Her neck still hurt but she'd wanted to take a walk. Maybe then she'd be able to work out her feelings. Hope thought she'd be focusing more on Punk. She thought after last week her feelings for Jeff wouldn't be so strong. But, just knowing that he was the first one by her side after the RKO made her fall even harder. It was so crazy. As Hope kept walking she noticed Zack Ryder playing with a baby. Curious, Hope made her way over to them. She had a feeling she knew whose daughter the baby was.

"C'mon, Jessica. Come to Daddy," Ryder smiled as the little girl waddled to him.

"Daddy?" Hope echoed, standing next to Ryder.

"Oh, uhm…yeah. She's my daughter."

"So why is Michaela convincing Jeff that it's his daughter?"

"Because she wants to use and abuse him again."

"And you're okay with that?"

"This is the only time I get to see Jess."

"She never lets you see your own daughter?"

"That's how Michaela is. She gets what she wants."

"You can't let her push you around."

"Yeah. She's almost as bad as Edge."

Ryder and Hope both laughed. Could anyone really be worse than Edge? Well, Michaela wasn't really Hope's favorite person. Especially after what Ryder just told her. It made her want to kill Michaela even more. She knew Ryder actually had somewhat of a brain but he let too many people push him around. Edge was one thing. But, Michaela? What she was doing to Ryder was just plain horrible. How could she not let him see his own daughter? Why did she want to keep using Jeff?

"You look ready to kill," Ryder said.

"Yeah, well. I'm not a happy person today," Hope replied.

"Because of that RKO?"

"That's one reason."

"I gotta take Jess back to Michaela. I'll see ya around."

Hope waved as Ryder headed off with his daughter. The brunette tapped a finger to her chin, a few plans formulating in her head. Should she tell Jeff the truth? He deserved to know. But, would it end up hurting Ryder? Maybe. Hope didn't want that. She wanted to help both Ryder and Jeff. A hit man was out of the question. Hope made her way back to Ashley's suite, surprised her friends hadn't come after her yet. Ashley and Maria both saw the look on Hope's face. The three Divas all knew something was going down between Punk and Jeff. There just wasn't anything they could do about it. Punk and Jeff weren't going to end their feud anytime soon.

"You okay, Hope?" Maria asked, stroking Hope's hair.

"No. I keep wanting him more and more," Hope replied.

"Well, duh. He's your fiancé."

"I don't mean Punk. I mean Jeff."

"You have to forget him. You're with Punk," Ashley said.

Hope laughed, "It's not that easy."

"It is. You're just making it harder."

"Every time I see Jeff, I want to kiss him."

"You can't think like that anymore."

"We'll help you," Maria said.

She knew that Jeff was struggling with the same problem. The bubbly Diva had also heard that he'd ended things with Michelle. Maria knew that meant he planned on stealing Hope away from Punk. She had to stop him from doing that. That wasn't going to be easy. Maria would probably have an easier chance of convincing Punk to lay off Jeff for a while. Hope looked at her best friend and knew she was planning something. Would be a good thing or a bad thing? With Hope's luck, it would end up bad.

To say that CM Punk was angry would be an understatement. Now he was sure of it. Jeff was after Hope. Did he really expect to steal her away from Punk? That wasn't going to happen. He'd make sure of it. But, now Punk was on a war path. He knew he had to calm down before he looked for Hope. For the strangest reason, he wanted her to think that everything was perfect. Why? Because it'd be easier for him to manipulate her. Somehow he'd convince Hope that Jeff was the bad guy. How? Well, Punk still needed to think of some crazy, elaborate plan.

The problem was that Hope was stubborn. She made up her own mind and hardly ever changed how she felt. How was Punk supposed to make Hope hate Jeff? He'd find a way, he had to. CM Punk wasn't backing down. Not now, not ever. Not when there was a possibility he could lose Hope. But, wait. If she really wanted to leave him for Jeff, wouldn't she have done it already? Yes. She would've done it a long time ago. But, now Punk had a plan. Would Hope believe it? She was naïve enough to believe him.

That was it. Suddenly the light bulb went on in Punk's head. He knew exactly what he planned on telling Hope. It wasn't exactly a lie. He was just bending the truth a bit. Not that anyone would find out. And if they did? Well, he was crafty. He'd think of something. He always did. Punk smiled when he saw Maria coming towards him. She had a determined look on her face that he found quite adorable.

"Can we talk?" Maria asked.

"Of course. What's up?" Punk replied.

"It's about Jeff."

"Hope tell you to come talk to me?"

"No. I don't like this war you two have going on."

"Maybe Jeff should stop trying to steal Hope from me."

"You two might be engaged, but you don't own her."

"Maria, why don't you just mind your own damn business?"

"I don't even know who you are anymore. You changed."

Jeff knew stealing Hope away from Punk wasn't the right thing to do. But, he couldn't hold in his feelings anymore. He didn't want Hope. He needed her. Yeah, it was that bad now. Hopefully, Punk wouldn't be on his way to see Hope now. Jeff didn't want to get into a fight. At least not at the moment. Right now, he only wanted to feel Hope's soft skin against his. He smiled to himself just thinking about it. His thoughts broke when he collided with someone. Jeff frowned when he saw Michaela's flawless face. She grinned at him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jeff felt his body immediately tense up.

"Don't touch me," Jeff muttered.

"You want me," Michaela whispered.

Jeff closed his eyes, praying that Michaela would just go away. No such luck. Michaela pulled Jeff into a kiss. The Rainbow-Haired Warrior found himself kissing her back. Why did she have so much power over him? Jeff kissed Michaela, letting his tongue maneuver it's way around her mouth. Despite what he said, he actually missed her. Michaela grabbed Jeff by the shirt, leading him back to his hotel room. She was going to get her way with him and he knew it. He couldn't resist her. They both knew that.

Michaela pushed Jeff onto the hotel bed, taking off his shirt. She kissed his neck, moving her lips down to his chest. She was in control and that was how she'd always liked it. Michaela knew that Jeff wouldn't push her away, wouldn't try to stop her. They both knew that. Jeff wanted to push her away but he couldn't. He wanted her too much. It actually made him sick. How could he always let her manipulate him like this? Jeff moaned when he felt Michaela go down on him.

After Matt had a talk with John, making sure that Hope was okay, he'd hit the hotel's gym. When Matt was sufficient with his workout, he decided to call it a night. On his way up to his hotel room, he bumped into Randy Orton. Randy tried to hide a groan, suspecting Matt was going to hurt him. Jeff and Punk had already beat the hell out of him. Even Ashley and Maria had jumped him. But, the Legend Killer knew John was the one he should worry about. Which was why he was avoiding going back to his hotel room.

"If you're gonna hit me, Hardy, just do it," Randy snapped.

"Hit you? No. I'll let Hope destroy you," Matt shot back.

"Maybe the both of you should mind your own business."

"Just watch you back, Orton."

Matt pretended to punch Randy and laughed when the Legend Killer flinched. He unlocked the door to his hotel room, turning the light on. Matt was beyond shocked when he saw Jeff in bed with someone. He was even more shocked when he noticed that it was Michaela. The two were sound asleep, their bodies close together. It kind of made Matt want to vomit. Kind of? No, it totally made Matt sick. He scoffed at his brother's sleeping body, wondering how Jeff got himself into this.

"Introducing first from New York City…She is the Women's Champion…Hope!" Lillian announced.

Hope made her way to the ring to a chorus of cheers, the Women's Championship belt draped over her shoulder. She was versing Melina for the title tonight. Not that it mattered. Hope didn't mind. Melina wasn't intimidate her. Even if she did, Hope never backed down. She certainly wasn't going to start now. The brunette awaited the sound of Melina's cheesy music. Surprisingly, Melina didn't do her usual entrance. Thank God, Hope thought. Melina dove into the ring attempted to spear Hope. Naturally, Hope anticipated Melina and sidestepped the move. Melina ended up spearing the turnbuckle.

Hope grinned at Melina's pain, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to her feet. Melina kicked Hope in the face before climbing to the top rope. She was all ready to jump off the top rope when Hope suplexed her. This was the end. Hope had hit her finisher and was prepared to pin Melina. Randy Orton came out from the crowd and dove into the ring. He waited for Hope turn around and he RKO'd her. Thanks to a distraction from Melina, the referee never saw Randy's interference. Melina quickly pinned Hope for the three-count. Randy raised Melina's arm in victory.

"Here is your winner and the new Women's Champion…Melina!"

Melina smirked down at Hope, watching the former champion hold her neck in pain. Hope managed to get to her knees before Melina cracked her in the head with the Women's Championship belt. Melina and Randy started attacking Hope. The Legend Killer held Hope back while Melina kept punching her until her lip and nose started to bleed. Randy let Melina hold Hope back. He mouthed the words 'This is payback, bitch'. Hope spit blood in his face. Angered, Randy started kicking Hope in the gut.

Hope fell to her knees when Melina let her go. Her neck and stomach were both in excruciating pain. Randy didn't hesitate to continue his attack on the helpless Diva. Hope was on the verge of tears when Michelle McCool's music blasted. Michelle ran into the ring, spearing Melina. Randy dove into the crowd before Michelle had a chance to get to him. Michelle helped Hope to her feet, leading her out of the ring. Hope mouthed that Melina should watch her back.

Michelle could tell that Hope was beyond pissed. She didn't blame her. Where the hell was Punk? Why didn't he come out to help his fiancée? It didn't matter. Hope thanked Michelle for her help before storming off Vince's office. Vince was in a meeting with Teddy Long and Vickie Guerrero when Hope stormed in. The brunette held an icepack on the back of her neck, glaring viciously. The three general managers stopped their conversation, waiting for the angry Diva to say something.

"I want a match with Orton," Hope demanded.

"Excuse me," Vickie snapped in her usual obnoxious voice. "Can't you see we're in the middle of a meeting?"

"Oh, why don't you go give Edge a blowjob?"

Vickie scoffed, insulted by the remark. Teddy Long did his best to conceal his laughter, as did Vince. Vince asked Vickie and Teddy to leave his office just for a few minutes so he could deal with Hope. Teddy had no problem with that. Vickie, on the other hand, was infuriated. So what else was new. Vickie stormed out after Teddy, shoving past Hope. Vince motioned for Hope to sit down and shut the door. Hope shut the door but she refused to sit down. She was way too angry.

"I want a match with Orton," Hope repeated.

"I'm sorry, Hope. I can't do that," Vince replied.

"And why the hell not?"

"Because you're a Diva. I can't have my Divas fighting Superstars whenever they please."

"You don't think I can take him?"

"I didn't say that."

"I wasn't scheduled to lose my title!"

Hope hadn't meant to yell. It'd just happened. When she was angry, she yelled. Simple as that. She couldn't help it. Even if she could, she probably wouldn't. Right now, all Hope wanted to do was rip Orton limb from limb. Vince could sense the anger in Hope's and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to tell her why she'd lost her title to Melina. But, he knew he had to. Hope would rip him limb from limb if she found out from someone else.

"Right before your match, Randy asked to interfere and help Melina," Vince started. "He wouldn't leave, so I said yes just to shut him up."

"That's all the more reason to let me have this match," Hope argued.

"Hope, I'm not scheduling this match. I can't risk you getting injured."

"Injured? That's what you're worried about? It won't happen."

"You're not getting the match. End of story."

"Oh, I getting my match with Orton. It doesn't matter if you agree to it or not."