Monday 26th March

''Why is that in girls tampon commercials they dance and laugh? Shouldn't they be revving chainsaws and burning shit down?''

''If men had periods our commercials would be awesome…''

Alexa snorted as she listened to Jason and Chris run commentary on the commercials. She had arrived in Atlanta that morning, along with Chris. Since they were only going to be there for the show they didn't bother booking rooms, instead they joined Jason in his; the three of them sprawled out on the twin beds watching TV to kill some time before they headed over to the arena.

Well, the men were watching, Alexa concentrating on the Twitter conversation she was having with Ettore.

RealSierra: Everytime I walk over a sewer grate I look down, hoping to catch a glimpse of a Ninja Turtle.

RealSierra: I also like how the Ninja Turtles wear masks. Good way to hide your identity, it's not like you're a giant turtle or anything.

WWEBigE: Turtles suck. They have one huge weakness.

RealSierra: Their slowness?

WWEBigE: No... They can't roll back over when they're on their backs.

RealSierra: So, if you taped two turtles together, they'd be unstoppable, right?

WWEBigE: You, lady, are a genuis!

RealSierra: I am aware, thank you.

''What are you grinning at over there?''

Her head snapped up to meet Jason's amused eyes. ''Just something on Twitter...''

''Not texting lover boy?'' Chris asked with a smirk.

The other man turned to look between them curiously. ''Lover boy?''

The stony look of indifference on her face made it perfectly clear she didn't want to talk about it. So, before Chris undoubtedly opened his big mouth, Jason quickly changed the subject. ''Uh, so, Lex... have they told you what you'll be doing after the Punk/Jericho angle's over?''

''I think they're planning on having me feud with Beth.''

''For the title?''

Alexa shrugged. ''I hope not, I've only been back five minutes, doesn't really seem fair to the other girls.''

Chris snorted loudly. ''Have you seen the other girls?''

''They're not all bad.'' She said, a small smile working its way onto her lips. ''Layla, Nattie, Eve, Victoria... and the new girls coming, Celeste and April are pretty great.''

Jason smiled. 'You've been around for a lot longer and worked a lot harder than most of them, it's not like you don't deserve it.''

''So, have you finished your speech for Adam's induction yet?'' She asked, trying to change the subject.

''I've barely even started it.'' The man groaned, running a hand through his short hair. ''I know exactly what I want to say, I'm just having a hard time putting it all into words. I want it to be perfect, you know?''

''I'm sure it will be, man.'' Chris smiled over at him.

Alexa nodded. ''Adam's your best friend. I think anything you say will be perfect, as long as it comes from the heart.''

RAW

''Eve's going up!" Booker T observed, the woman in question climbing to the top rope.

Michael Cole nodded. ''There she goes. We've seen Eve do this in the past...''

''If she lands this then it's one, two, three. Trust me!"

''Watch out, Kelly, watch out!" King called.

Eve went for the moonsault, only for Kelly to roll herself out-of-the-way, causing her to hit the canvas with a loud bang.

''And Kelly looking to take advantage!" Michael cried.

The blonde quickly rolled Eve up, Beth screaming from the outside as she scored the pinfall. The bell sounded and the crowd let out a cheer as she was declared the winner. The cheers quickly turned into boos as Beth climbed into the ring, hitting Kelly with a cheap shot from behind.

Booker sighed as he watched the two women double-team the blonde. ''Well, this is uncalled for!"

''I'm inclined to agree with yo-''

An ear-splitting cheer cut through the air as Sierra suddenly slid into the ring. She took down Eve with a hard clothesline, the latter rolling out of the ring as Sierra lunged at Beth; taking her down with a Lou Thesz press.

''What's Sierra doing here?!" King screeched.

She landed a few punches to the Champion's face before pulling her up by her hair and pushing her into the ropes. Beth ducked under the clothesline heading her way, bouncing back off the ropes with one of her own. Sierra anticipated the move though and hooked her arms around Beth's outstretched one; flipping herself around and reversing into a hard DDT.

Glancing around at the raucous crowd, she raised and eyebrow and pointed over to the corner, the cheers steadily getting louder as she inched her way to the turnbuckle.

Booker chuckled. ''I think we all know what we're about to see here! The-"

''DeltaWave!" King finished for him.

Sierra grinned as she climbed to the top and positioned herself, checking Beth was still down before she jumped; flying through the air and landing a perfect corkscrew shooting star press. She moved to the far end of the ring, gesturing for one of the stage hands to pass her a microphone as the crowd suddenly started chanting.

'You've still got it!' Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. 'You've still got it!'

Sierra raised the microphone to her lips, smirking as she addressed the crowd. ''Ladies and gentlemen... I never lost it.''

The commentators laughed at her comment, watching as she slowly moved over to the Champion's prone form, standing over her with a smirk.

''Beth, I just wanted to give you some advice. You should really make the most of being the champ while you can. Because after Wrestlemania... I'm coming for that title!''

''We have Christian against CM Punk up next and joining us on commentary for that, is Sierra!" King announced as Raw came back from commercial break.

She waved at Jerry 'The King' Lawler, Michael Cole and Booker T as she slipped into the seat beside the latter, accepting the headset that he held out for her. She settled it onto her head and adjusted it so it was comfortable, before smiling at the two men. ''Hey guys!"

Booker returned her smile. ''Thank you for joining us.''

''Why are you joining us?'' Michael asked, eyes shifting from the woman to the ramp as Christian made his entrance.

''Don't be so rude, Michael.'' Booker admonished.

''Yeah, we usually just get your ugly face all night so it's nice to have something pretty to look at!"

''Thanks, Jerry.'' Sierra laughed. ''I'm just here to watch the match. These are the best seats in the house after all. ''

''So, we learned last week on Raw that you've been appointed the special guest referee for the WWE Championship match between Chris Jericho and CM Punk.'' Michael started. ''Now, don't you think it's slightly unfair? I mean, you're obviously good friends with Punk so won't that put Jericho at an instant disadvantage?''

''Are you insinuating that I won't call the match fairly?''

''Well, yes...''

''I may be one hundred percent on Punk's side in this whole... drama... but Chris used to be my friend too. Just because I disagree with everything he's been doing recently, doesn't mean I'm going to screw up the match for him.''

''So, what you're saying, is that you're going to call the match straight down the middle?''

''Yes.'' Sierra stated firmly.

''Leave her alone, Cole, she came out here to enjoy the match, not listen to you waffle on.'' Booker told him.

Look in my eyes, what do you see?

The cult of personality

The people at the commentary table carried on with their conversation as the Champion started to make his way to the ring.

Michael ignored him. ''And what about Beth Phoenix? Did she deserve the unprovoked attack earlier tonight?''

Sierra didn't miss a beat, responding quickly. ''That depends, did Kelly Kelly deserve a beat down after fairly winning the match?''

''Maybe I should've jumped in to help, might've earned me some bonus points.'' King commented thoughtfully.

She smirked. ''I don't think she's your type, King. She's not inflatable.'' Booker snorted at her comment as she continued. ''Beth is extremely talented but the problem I have with her is her attitude; she thinks she's better than everyone else.''

King laughed. ''Well, she sure looks just as good as she wrestles.''

Sierra rolled her eyes. ''I highly doubt how she looks has any bearing on her wrestling abilities, Jerry, which is what you should be commenting on.''

''I thought you didn't like her?''

''I don't, I think she's a raging bitch, but there's no denying her in-ring abilities.''

She avoided his gaze of disbelief and glanced over at Booker, who shot her an approving smile. They descended into silence and focused their attention on the ring. CM Punk was stood on the turnbuckle, holding his title belt above his head when Chris Jericho suddenly flashed up on the screen behind him.

''Punk! Punk, over here!"

''Oh, no.'' King muttered.

Sierra sighed heavily. ''Here we go again...''

The Chicago native turned to face the screen, scowling when he set eyes on the man who had antagonized him for weeks.

''Listen to me, Punk. You claim to be the best in the world, but we know that's not true. At Wrestlemania, despite you having an unfair advantage, what with the biased referee and all... I am going to beat you and I'm going to become the new WWE Champion. And I'm going to expose you as the fraud that you are, once and for all. And, not just as a professional fraud, but as a personal fraud as well. I've already exposed the deep, dirty secrets about your dysfunctional family. Your father is an alcoholic. And your sister... well, she's got problems with substance abuse, doesn't she? But, I've also found out some new information that's come to light. You see, I've done a little bit more digging and I've found out some facts about your mother... It turns out your mother's actually a kind, decent woman with no vices whatsoever. Congratulations, Punk, there's finally someone in your family who's not an embarrassment. But, I did find out one little piece of interesting information. And that's that your parent's wedding date actually took place AFTER your birth date. So, that makes you... the legal definition of a bastard!''

''What an- oh, no!"

Using the man's distraction as advantage; Christian attacked Punk from behind, quickly gaining the advantage as the match got underway.

''Even you have to admit, Cole, that Jericho is hitting way below the belt.'' King said softly. ''What is Jericho thinking?''

''It's called laying it on real thick, right there.'' Booker replied. ''Making it personal.''

Christian continued to taunt the man in the ring before yanking him to his feet and throwing him through the ropes. Punk landed next to the commentary table with a thud, the crowd booing heavily.

''How can Punk's head be in this match?'' King wondered.

''Well, he just needs to suck it up." Booker offered. ''And do it quick!"

Punk lashed out as the Canadian approached him, landing a hard kick to his leg. Christian collapsed to the floor, clutching at his shin as the other man stalked over to him.

Sierra clapped. ''There we go!"

Punk connected with a hard fist before dragging the blonde over to the table, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his head down on it repeatedly.

''Punk, just unloading on Christian!" Micheal cried, all four of them standing back as he continued his assault.

The referee's pleas for him to stop were ignored, Punk now grinding his opponent's head into the top of the table. He eventually stepped back, letting Christian turn around before aiming another kick, this time towards his head.

''Whoa!" Booker said, shocked.

Christian fell forward, hitting the table once more as he crumbled to the ground.

''Well, that may have been Christian's head that CM Punk's ramming into our announce table, but you know it's Chris Jericho he's thinking of!" King said.

''CM Punk has lost his mind! He's lost his mind!" Booker shouted, watching in shock as Punk mounted another vicious attack on the fallen man. ''Referee! Get in there and do something!''

The referee tried to intervene only for Punk to drop his hold on Christian and advance on him instead. He backed him up in the corner by the announce table before stalking over to the steel steps, moving them away from the ring post. Punk was seething; his face red and his eyes screwed up in anger. He bent down and hoisted Christian up onto his back like he was going to give him the GTS.

''I think you're right, Punk is going to do something real bad here!" King cried.

''He's your friend!" Michael looked over at the woman beside Booker. ''Can't you do something?!''

Rolling her eyes, Sierra yanked the headset from her head and moved around the table to where Punk was carrying Christian over towards the steps, shouting nonsense about Jericho.

''Stop it! You've done enough, Punk, come on!" She pleaded.

''Move.''

''No!"

She had no choice but to jump out of the way as Punk threw the other man head-first onto the steel steps. Not happy with that, he then locked in the anaconda vice on the fallen man.

''This is you, Jericho!" Punk spluttered angrily. ''This is you!"