Chapter 8

Raw May 4, 2009 Buffalo, New York

I was in my room discussing the plans for Tonight with the girls in our locker-room. Tonight was going to be an interesting night for the Divas Division.

"So you want all three of us to answer Beth's open challenge? I don't fully understand what you're saying." Eve said to me.

I looked at her. "It's simple. You, Michelle, and Maryse are going to answer Beth's open challenge. We are going to let her pick her opponent out of you three."

"Okay. What's the rest of the plan?" Michelle asked.

"Whoever she picks is going to let her think she's gonna win the match, but she won't because when she is about to pin them, the other two will attack her making the match end in a disqualification. Then, you are going to attack her like a pack of hyenas, and I, maybe, will help with the beatdown."

"Okay, but why Beth tonight?" Maryse asked.

I chuckled. "Nothing will be worse for the Glamazon than being beat down in her hometown."

The girls then left the locker-room to do their own things. I sat on the couch trying to think of a strategy for my rematch with Melina later tonight, but before I could get started on strategizing someone knocked on the door. I opened the door. Standing there was my new roomie, Randy Orton. He was holding a script and a cupcake.

"Sorry to bug you," he said. "but Stephanie wanted me to give you your script for tonight. And, I got you a cupcake from catering."

I took the script and the cupcake. "Thanks... you can come in if you want."

He gave me a smile. "Thanks. I don't know where the boys ran off too, so I've been walking around bored."

"Actually I could use your help. I want to find a way to catch Melina off guard tonight in our rematch, but she knows my entire moveset. Could you help me?"

He chuckled at me. "It's easy. You still remember how to use the Figure- Four leglock right?"

"Yeah, but I promised Ric (Flair) the first time I used it on-screen, he would be backstage."

"He is backstage tonight."

Open Challenge

Beth was in the ring with a microphone. "I am issuing an open challenge to the entire Divas Division tonight. I don't care if it's Kelly Kelly, Mickie James, or even one of the Divas of Domination who answers. I can beat them."

All the ladies tell the fellas
We can do what they can do
We can do it even better in broken heels...

Maryse, Eve, and Michelle walk on the stage. Eve had a microphone of her own.

"Beth, we want to prove that the Divas of Domination can beat you, but you can choose which one of us you will face, me, Michelle, or Maryse."

"How come I can't fight Marissa? She's the one I want to face."

"She has a match tonight. Now pick your poison, Beth."

"Fine... I want to fight McCool."

The DoD walked down to the ring. Michelle entered the ring. The match started.

Michelle hit Beth first, but Beth easily fought back. Beth was able to get her down on the ground easily. She picked up Michelle by her hair. Beth got Michelle in position readying for the Glam Slam, but before she could Maryse chopped Beth at the legs.

The girls then did as instructed. They beat Beth down to the ground and proceeded to kick her. I walked down the ramp and slid into the ring. I instructed them to put Beth on my shoulders and hit a Picture Perfect. I grabbed a microphone.

"Oh Beth." I started. "Did you really think it would be that easy? Well you were wrong. The Divas of Domination are here to dominate the Divas Division, and you were in the way. Now, after I beat Melina, we will be able to dominate."

Backstage

Eve's P. O. V. (trying something new)

Marissa, Michelle, and Maryse went ahead to the locker-room, but I decided to walk around to clear my head. I didn't tell anyone else, but I'm not completely sure if this is what I want to do. I heard someone clapping behind me. I turned around to see Cody Rhodes of Legacy.

"What do you want, Rhodes?" I ask.

"I just want to be the first to congratulate you on learning to be a bitch that most everyone else is going to hate."

"What?"

"You attacked Beth with the others. I'm surprised you had it in you. Congratulations." he patted me on the back.

What was that about?