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CM Punk checked his watch again. Where was Hope? She'd agreed to meet up with him right after her match. What was taking her so long? Punk heard footsteps and looked up, assuming it was Hope. A frown crossed his lips when he saw Jeff. He turned away from the Rainbow Haired Warrior, resisting the urge to beat the holy hell out of him. Punk had a feeling Jeff wasn't going to give up so easily. Not that he could blame him. He wasn't giving up either. The problem was that Punk knew that Jeff could seduce Hope away from him. That's what he was afraid of. He was on the verge of losing his fiancée. It actually scared the holy hell out of him.

"What the hell do you want, Hardy?" Punk snapped.

"Just wanted you to know that your dear fiancée is on a war path," Jeff shrugged.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Orton RKO'd her again, causing her to lose her title."

"Oh boy. She's pissed."

"That's an understatement."

Punk hated to admit that Jeff was right. He knew Hope was beyond pissed. He also knew that it would be safer to stay far away from Hope. At least until she got her revenge on Orton. Knowing Hope, that would be soon. Punk looked back at Jeff, glaring at him. He still didn't trust Jeff. By the looks of it, Jeff was already plotting something. Punk could see it in his eyes. It made Punk want to lunge at him and kill him.

"Oh, and stay away from Hope," Punk spat.

"Not happening," Jeff fired back.

After leaving Vince's office, Hope had managed to calm herself down a little bit. She took another deep breath, not wanting to flip out on anyone else. The brunette still planned on getting her revenge and she knew just who would be more than happy to help her. The former Women's Champion grinned when she finally spotted Cryme Tyme. Shad and JTG both noticed Hope's conniving grin and knew she was up to something. Whatever it was, they'd be happy to help.

"Yo yo yo, Hope," Shad greeted her. "What can we do for you?"

"Vince wouldn't let me have a match with Orton," Hope replied. "But, I'll still be getting my match."

"What do you need us to do?" JTG asked.

"I want you to rough up Orton and drag his sorry ass to the ring."

"You want us to destroy him?"

"No. That's my job. I just wanna make sure he shows up."

"We got this, Hope. Don't worry," Shad nodded.

Hope grinned maliciously watching Cryme Tyme head off. Randy would be in for one hell of a surprise tonight. She was going to teach him a lesson that he should've learned a while ago. Hope turned to walk off when she saw Jeff coming towards her. She smiled, waving at the Rainbow-Haired Warrior. Jeff could tell that Hope already had something planned. He knew her too well. Would she tell him what she was planning? Probably not. Honestly, part of Jeff didn't want to know. Hope could be quite lethal.

"I know you," Jeff grinned. "You've plotted something evil."

"Just teaching Orton a lesson," Hope replied.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Don't even think about stopping me."

"I wouldn't dare."

Unlike most, Jeff knew not to piss Hope off if she already angry. She'd probably kill you. And she'd do it simply for fun. Jeff was starting to feel bad for Randy. Hope wasn't going to show any mercy. Just a lot of pain. He had a feeling she was using Cryme Tyme to help her out. He laughed at the thought of Hope kicking Randy's ass. Then Jeff realized something. Vince approved a match between Hope and Randy? Really? He was that diabolical? Jeff looked at Hope and he knew.

"Vince didn't approve this match, did he?" Jeff asked.

"Nope," Hope muttered. "But, I'm getting my match anyway."

Before she knew it, Hope was heading down the ramp towards the ring. Her game face on and anyone could tell she was pissed. But, that didn't stop her from high-fiving her fans. No one knew who her opponent was. Not even J.R. and The King. The two announcers rattled off numerous Divas that could've been Hope's opponent. Neither one of them expected it to be Randy, even after what he did. J.R. and The King fell silent once Hope got into the ring.

"Oh boy," King said. "Either Hope's skirt is too short or she's in it too far. But, I like it."

"You're impossible. You know that?" J.R. replied.

"Any ideas on who her opponent is?"

"I talked to Hope earlier and she said we're just gonna have to wait and see."

Before The King could reply, Randy's music blasted. A cruel smile spread across Hope's thin lips. A minute went by an no Orton. The fans were going nuts, calling him out. Then, Cryme Tyme came out dragging a half-conscious Randy into the ring. Once Cryme Tyme was out of the ring, the referee signaled the bell. Randy stumbled to his feet, his lip and nose busted thanks to Cryme Tyme. He turned around and was introduced to Hope's black combat boot. The angry brunette knocked Randy to the ground, straddled him and started punching his face in.

Randy did his best to get away and hit Hope with offense. But, he was still in a daze and his mind was foggy. Hope hit him with a hurricarana and attempted a pin. She pounded her fists into the mat angrily when Randy managed to kick out. Unfortunately, that's when Randy let out his offense. He kept punching Hope, backing her into the corner. That's when he started kicking her in the gut. The Legend Killer went for the RKO but Hope countered with a DDT. Just like that Hope was back in control. With Randy pretty much laid out on the mat, Hope climbed to the top rope. She hit Randy with a diving elbow, watching him writhe in pain.

But, Hope didn't pin him just yet. She continued to put Randy through pain, DDT after DDT. Punch after punch, kick after kick. Finally, Hope hit her finishing move and put Randy in a leg lock. The Legend Killer's face showed the enormous amount of pain he was in. He tried to get to the ropes but Hope dragged his sorry ass back to the middle of the ring. Randy had no choice but to tap out. Hope bent down next to Randy.

"I told you not to fuck with me," she whispered.