Making a Name for Yourself

by Saiyan God.101

Starts after Armageddon 2007. "Please Dray... promise me you'll make sure to help them." "*Sigh* … Alright... I'll do what I can. Promise." After making a promise, WWE writer Dray looks to help the Divas rebel against the system holding them back, indirectly kick starting the beginnings of a legendary career. Multiple rivalries and matches! I don't own WWE. Just my OC's

2. Dark Horse

Chapter 2: Dark Horse

Monday Night Raw (December 31, 2007 tapings): Greensboro, North Carolina - Greensboro Coliseum, December 29, 2007

"Jenna, calm down! Nothing has been confirmed yet!" Sheree exclaimed with a chuckle as she walked through her hotel room. She had woken up to a phone call from her twin sister. She was in the midst of getting ready for tonight's rare taping episode of Raw, her suitcases already packed and ready to go.

Sheree was wearing dark skinny jeans, black sneakers, a retro style black 'Just Bring It' T-shirt, and her favourite black leather jacket that had a hood attached to it, which concealed her face whenever she put it on over her head.

"But you're excited right?" Jenna asked her in amusement, and just like her sister she had a strong Boston accent.

"Of course I'm excited! But I have no idea what's going to happen tonight," Sheree replied with a roll of her eyes. "You know how Mr. McMahon is. Things could change at any moment! So please don't mention anything to Mom and Dad."

"Alright fine... how's that big muscular handsome fella of yours?" Jenna asked, mischievous intentions in her voice.

"Who are you talking about?" Sheree questioned in confusion, her eyebrow quirking upwards at the question.

"You know... Mr. Million Dollar smile."

Sheree sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You're talking about Felix, aren't you?" she grumbled, making Jenna giggle.

"It's cute how you still call him by his middle name," she replied.

"Come on Jenna! He's my mentor! He's like a brother to us! Thinking about him that way makes my skin crawl! Besides, he's still rehabbing from that injury," Sheree explained, expertly zipping up one of her suitcases with one hand and pulling it off the bed.

"Whatever you say Sheree," Jenna giggled. Sheree shook her head with a smile and checked the time.

"I've gotta go. Tell mom and dad I said hi," the Boston native replied.

"Okay. Happy New Year sis, and don't push yourself so hard! I know what you're like when you get excited," Jenna said, making Sheree roll her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Bye Jenna," Sheree retorted before hanging up the phone. The last thing she heard was her twin sister's amused giggles.

Sheree made sure she had everything packed in her suitcases and hadn't left anything, before walking out of her hotel room, pulling two huge suitcases behind her and locking the door.

"Well, if it isn't WWE's resident bitch. Will you be a punching bag for everyone like always today?"

Sheree let out an annoyed sigh, not surprised to see Randal Keith Orton, aka Randy Orton leaning against the wall beside her door, an arrogant smirk on his face. There were two black suitcases beside him, one of them, which she knew held the WWE Championship inside.

"Do you mind?" Sheree questioned him with an irritated glare. "I was all calm and relaxed until you came and ruined it!"

"What? I'm I getting under your skin short stack?"

"No... it's just that it's hard to ignore that huge stick that's up your ass!"

The two glared at each other for a moment, before suddenly bursting out into fits of laughter.

"Seriously, don't you ever get tired of this banter we have?" Randy asked her.

"Nope," Sheree replied with a grin, grabbing her suitcases and beginning to walk down the corridor with the WWE Champion following close behind her. "It amuses me."

"Oh, so I only exist to amuse you huh?"

"Yep. That's all you're good for anyway."

"Your words wound me Sheree."

The woman could only laugh at the hurt expression on the man's face.

. . . .

Hours before Raw goes on the air...

There was a tense silence inside the creative room as Dray's team received glares from the Raw creative team. Dray sighed as he along with the Head Creative of Raw tried to ease the tension. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't expecting this level of pettiness when the Head writer of SmackDown approached him.

. . . .

WWE Headquarters - Stanford, Connecticut, December 27, 2007

"So, are we going to see your family for the New Year or mine?" Christy asked Dray, who was closing up his office for the night. Dray smirked at his girlfriend slyly.

"I was thinking of taking you home and giving you some much deserved loving!" he said, making Christy shake her head.

"You are just as bad as Jessie sometimes," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Come on babe. We could do it right now in the office if you want?" Dray said, his smirk widening. Christy's mouth dropped open.

"Dray! I can't believe you said that?!" she exclaimed with wide eyes and a deep red blush, causing Dray to laugh.

"Come on. I'm only messing with you babe. I don't know anyone who would fuck in their own office," the dark skinned man replied, giving Christy a soft peck on the lips. "Well... maybe Steph and Paul."

That comment earned him a slap on the arm.

"Behave," Christy warned.

Dray grinned. "What? You know they would. They can't help themselves sometimes."

"Ahem."

Dray and Christy looked away from each other to see a man standing in front of them, making them both frown at his appearance. The head writer of SmackDown.

"Is there something I can help you with Tom?" Dray asked.

Tom sighed and smiled at Dray. "Yes actually. I recently had a talk with Raw's head writer. We both had a meeting with Vince last night and came to a conclusion and I was wondering if we could make a deal with you."

Dray raised an eyebrow, exchanging suspicious looks with his girlfriend. While Dray held a lot of respect for both head writer's of SmackDown and Raw, and even the head writer of ECW, he didn't trust the rest of the members in creative. There were members of creative that hated when something they didn't create wasn't theirs, so did anything to destroy it. The jealous and selfish types.

Dray will be the first to admit that he isn't a saint. He's stepped on some toes to get to where he is now. But that's just how business works. And he'll be damned, if he let anyone get in his way of fulfilling the promise he made. That went for the higher ups and Vince's other favorites too. Dray knew some people in creative were envious and even furious that Mr. McMahon gave him the 'keys to the Divas Division' so to speak, and knew they were out to stop him before the Divas Division gained traction.

"What kind of deal?" Dray asked. Tom's smile widen into a grin.

"The kind of deal that could propel The Divas Division to a whole new level."

. . . .

He still wasn't sure what the man meant by that, but he couldn't say he was surprised by the hostile reaction. He has being catching these type of frosty envious looks from both higher ups and creative officials alike all week. They didn't have the courage to say anything to him though. Because they knew he didn't give a damn about their opinions at the moment. But right now wasn't the time for egos.

"This is gonna take a while Steve," Dray mumbled to the Head Writer of Raw in annoyance.

"Don't worry about it man. They'll come around eventually. I'm just glad to be working with you again," Steve replied. Dray and Steve always got along. He was one of the few that always understood where Dray was coming from.

Just then Christy walked into the room. She stopped and blinked, sensing the tension in the room, before shrugging and walking up to Dray as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You ready for some fun?" Christy asked her boyfriend with a smirk.

"Yeah. As soon as these guys start getting along," Dray said, releasing a tired sigh when one of his team members thought it would be smart to start verbally digging into one of Raw's creative team members. Christy glanced at Raw's creative team, smirking at the verbal beatdown and scoffed.

"Fuck em. They're just jealous that you thought of the idea first," she retorted flatly. Dray chuckled at that, while Steve stared at her with a mock hurt expression on his face.

"That hurts Christy!" he cried, holding a hand to his chest.

"What? It's the truth!" Christy exclaimed.

Dray chuckled at their antics, before a look of realisation appeared on his face. He turned around, searching through his desk. "Oh, hold on! I almost forgot!"

"Babe, close your eyes," Dray said to Christy, getting a confused and weary look from her.

"You ain't gonna pull some kind of prank on me are you?" she asked him wearily.

Dray shook his head with a chuckle. "It's not a prank, I promise. Now please, close your eyes."

Christy eyed the man suspiciously for a moment, before reluctantly closing her eyes. The woman felt Dray turn her around, gasping when she felt something cold around her neck. She looked down to see a gold chain resting around her neck. It was simple, but she didn't care. She instantly loved it upon knowing it came from Dray.

"Happy New Year babe!" the man said with a smirk.

The woman let loose a small squeal and hugged Dray. "I love it!"

Steve chuckled in amusement. "Seriously? New Year's Day is three days away Dray!"

Dray just smirked at him, before looking back at the two teams. "Alright guys! Enough with the glaring! And Claire, leave Tim alone already! We've got work to do!"

The tone in his voice and the stern expression on his face was enough to snap them out of their angered states and quickly get to work. It will take a while, but I know this will be a success.

. . . .

Sheree walked into the Divas locker room, putting one of her suitcases on the bench. It looked like she was one of the first few women to make it to the arena. She wasn't surprised by this. She almost always got to the arena early. The brunette haired woman pulled her ring attire out of the suitcase and began to put them on.

Her ring attire consisted of a pair of black fingerless gloves, a custom-made black short-sleeved V-neck crop top, that said 'Headstrong' in fancy gold writing on the front, which left her stomach exposed, - Because WWE apparently doesn't give a damn about the Divas enough to make official merch. Unless you were Lita or Trish, you weren't getting official merch. The higher-ups frowned at the thought of Sheree designing her own shirts, but she had to start somewhere and Vince didn't seem too bothered by it. Some fans, and even former Diva talent and Superstars also had an issue with this because of her being lower on the food chain, and also because she was a WWE Diva and shouldn't have merch. But like Chris Jericho once told her, "Give em' the finger and do what you gotta do to be successful. Fuck everyone else!" Unfortunately, because it wasn't official merch, she couldn't sell it or make any money off it. She wasn't as bothered about it as she was when she first started making her own merch. She will admit that she is lower on the pecking order kayfabe-wise, but if that was the case she'd just have to rise to the occasion... perhaps someday, Divas would eventually get official merch - black faded skinny jeans, fastened by a black belt and tucked into black, lace up knee-high boots with a row of silver studs running across the back, along with a pair of black knee-pads.

Just as Sheree finished putting on the finishing touches of her attire, which was a pair of her favourite plain black kick-pads that had makeshift holes in them in the back for the studs on her boots, and a tiny bit of makeup, someone covered her eyes from behind, a cheerful female voice reaching her ears. "Guess who!"

"Um... Britney Spears?" Sheree replied innocently.

The cheerful woman behind her giggled. "Very funny Sheree. Guess again!"

Sheree put a finger on her chin in thought, before answering with a smile on her face. "Mickie James."

The woman behind her released Sheree, who turned around to see the smiling face of Mickie Laree James, aka Mickie James.

"Hey girl! What's this I hear about you gettin' a push towards the Women's Championship?" Mickie asked with a smirk.

"Well, it hasn't been decided yet. It's just an idea. You never know. Someone else might get that spot instead," Sheree replied with a blush, about to ask how the veteran had heard about that, but then realised that this was the WWE and hardly anything stays quiet for long.

"That doesn't really matter."

Sheree turned to see a busty, grey-hazel eyed young woman with long wavy black hair, leaning against the door and holding a water bottle in her hand.

She was in her ring attire, which consisted of a black intricate bikini top with silver sequins in them - Like a mix between Layla and Sasha Banks' top - a pair of black elbow pads, black denim shorts, with a leather black double wrapped belt with silver studs in them fastened inside the loops of the shorts, black knee pads and traditional black wrestling boots. She was also wearing a black leather jacket that was unzipped at the moment, with the cuffs of the jacket having a silver cross emblem for buttons.

"With WrestleMania approaching fast, and Dray unlocking the chains that the company had over us for a year, maybe even decades, it's the perfect opportunity to show everyone what kind of women we are. It doesn't matter whether it is confirmed or not. You're getting an opportunity to impress tonight," the woman said, a small smirk appearing on her face. "Besides... you're not so bad that Vince McMahon would change his mind. I'm sure you can handle it."

"Heh... you bet," Sheree replied with a grin, while Mickie sighed.

"You sure have a way with words don't cha Charlotte," she drawled. The black haired woman shrugged.

"When you've worked with Paul for as long as I have, you have to be a little outspoken and loud to keep him in line... and don't get me started on his wife," she said, grumbling the last part. Mickie rolled her eyes at Charlotte's answer, before turning her attention back onto Sheree.

"But if you do get a push, and somehow manage to become champion, you do know I'm gonna beat you right?" Mickie said to the brunette haired woman with a cocky, challenging grin.

Sheree chuckled, while Charlotte closed her eyes, smiling faintly.

"That sounds like a challenge," the Bostonian brunette quipped.

"Maybe it is," Mickie shot back with a teasing grin.

"Mickie..." The Virginia native gulped and slowly faced Charlotte, who opened her hazel eyes, an amused glint in them.

"I admire your confidence... but please remember you won't win every match."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?! I know that!"

Sheree giggled at the two veteran's antics as the rest of the RAW Divas roster began to file into the locker room.

Among them was Lisa Marie Varon, aka Victoria, a SmackDown exclusive Diva who was also competing in the Fatal-4-Way Elimination match later on in the night.

"Charlotte," Lisa greeted with a smile.

"Lisa," Charlotte greeted in turn with a respectful nod. At that point a WWE stagehand opened the door.

"Kerry. You're up soon," she said.

"Yeah, yeah I heard you."

A young woman, with short blond wavy hair and icy blue eyes put on her denim jeans jacket, a frown of annoyance on her face.

She wore a black crochet bikini top, showing off her pale toned stomach, black leather pants and ankle-high black punk rock boots.

"Kerry, you're opening the show? I thought Jeff and Randy were?" Sheree questioned, staring at Kerry in confusion.

The blond-haired woman regarded Sheree through her cool blue eyes, a mysterious smirk slithering across her face.

"They are," she responded cryptically, walking out of the locker room before anyone could ask anymore questions.

. . . .

Raw on air...

Sheree stood with Charlotte in the backstage area, watching as Randy and Jeffrey Nero, aka Jeff Hardy talked smack to each other in the ring, with Kerry standing beside Randy, a smug smirk on her face as the fans watched on restlessly, hoping for things to escalate between Jeff Hardy and the WWE Champion. Sheree still couldn't help but smile at the reaction that Jeff got when his music hit. She was happy for him.

"OH!" Jim Ross exclaimed in shock when Randy suddenly pounced on his Royal Rumble opponent, making Kerry back up. "Orton looking for the RKO..."

The fans began to roar out in excitement when Jeff Hardy responded immediately, twisting out of Orton's RKO attempt and kicking him in the gut.

"Hey, the Twist of Fate!" Jerry "The King" Lawler cried out as Hardy planted the WWE Champion face-first into the mat with his patent Twist of Fate finisher, nearly making Kerry's eyes pop out of her skull as the fans erupted into an uproar.

"... But instead the Twist of Fate delivered!" JR finished his sentence as Jeff sprang to his feet with a roar, soaking up the emotion from the passionate crowd, before glaring down at Randy's supine still form. "The Intercontinental Champion, the #1 Contender for the WWE Title. And indeed there is huge momentum!"

Kerry snarled in rage as Jeff jumped up onto the corner ropes opposite the announce table, his theme "Loaded" by Zack Tempest playing throughout the arena, while he celebrated with the crowd and performed his Hardy taunt to a loud reaction, the blonde-haired woman proceeding to check on Randy to see if he was okay.

"Oh my gosh!" King cried out, still in shock. "Orton outsmarted at his own game. I thought Orton was about to show us some sort of video or something and instead he went for the RKO that was blocked and turned into the Twist of Fate!"

Jeff jumped off the ropes, looking down at Orton's still form, before leaving the ring via leaping over the ropes, but not before making sure to give Kerry a little wink.

"Oh boy... that's a scary look..." King commented with a shiver as the cameras managed to get a glimpse of the dangerous, murderous snarl on Kerry's face as she watched Jeff walk up the ramp-way, tagging the fans as he walked.

"... The look on that vile woman's face is chilling. Can't tell what she's thinking..." JR replied. "But there certainly could be an argument made that Jeff Hardy, indeed, does have Randy Orton's number."

"Wow," Sheree commented, watching as Kerry continued to glare murderously at Jeff Hardy's retreating form, with Orton beginning to come to, glaring up at the Charismatic Enigma. "She's even more scary on-screen than she is off-screen!"

"Yeah I know. It's even worse when you're in a match against her," Charlotte replied, wrapping the last of her white tape around her hands and up her arms.

"What about when you're in a team with her?" Sheree asked, looking at the veteran with a smirk.

A small smile appeared on Charlotte's face, knowing that Sheree was talking about when Charlotte, Jay and Kerry were all apart of Evolution with Triple H, Randy Orton, Batista and of course Ric Flair.

"Still annoying as hell, but she's fun to work with either way, whether you're against her or alongside her," Charlotte answered.

"Would you do it again?" Sheree asked curiously.

"Evolution was a fun experience. I'd like to do it again some day, depending on how Vince, Dray and the creative team feel about it," Charlotte replied.

"I'm sure something will come up eventually," Sheree said, making the black haired woman smile.

Charlotte straightened upon hearing the voice of Ken Anderson, aka Mr. Kennedy. "I'd better go. I've got a promo with my name on it after this match."

The two women said their goodbye's, before they went their separate ways, but knew that they'd meet up later for their match.

. . . .

After Shawn Michaels vs. Mr. Kennedy...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the Game Triple H," Todd Grisham announced. The cameras panned to the side to reveal Charlotte and Paul Lévesque, aka Triple H standing next to Todd, causing the fans to cheer in excitement and surprise at seeing the duo together again.

"Hey!" King cried out in excitement as Todd stared at Charlotte in surprise, both she and Triple H exchanging smug smirks as the fans cheered ecstatically at the sight. "Look at this JR!"

"It has been awhile since we've seen Freya and Triple H within the same vicinity," JR commented. "What a welcomed sight indeed."

"F-F-Freya!" Todd stuttered in shock. "This is a surprise! I didn't expect to see you two together again tonight! None of us did!"

Freya chuckled. "This is the WWE Todd. You should all be expecting the unexpected. For shame..."

"We've been doing our own thing," Triple H's low rumbling voice gained Todd's attention, a smirk on his face. "But we've still remained friends. We can't seem to stay away from each other for too long. It must be a sibling thing."

"Definitely a sibling thing," Freya retorted, raising an eyebrow at the still surprised interviewer with an amused, slightly imperious smirk dancing across her lips. "Aren't you supposed to be asking us questions? This is an interview right? I know am stunning, but I didn't come here just so you could stare at me all star-struck."

"R-right sorry," Todd stuttered, clearing his throat.

"Triple H, tonight you will compete one-on-one against Ric Flair. A man that has played a very large part in both you and Freya's career. We all know how much Ric Flair means to you. May I ask, where is your head at currently?"

Triple H let loose a drawn out sigh, a frown on his face.

"Look... losing isn't an option for me. Ric... he's like a father to me. To the both of us," Triple H gestured between himself and Freya, who also had a small frown on her face. "I don't really wanna be the one to end the great legendary career of Ric Flair but... all I can say is... at least Ric will go out knowing he wrestled the absolute best this industry has to offer."

"Freya, can I get your thoughts on the whole situation? You must be conflicted," Todd questioned the woman.

"I'm not gonna stand here and act like I take enjoyment in this," Freya replied. "If Ric loses even one match, he's gone. That's it. I don't take enjoyment in that."

The woman's frown deepened. "I don't wanna see Ric's career end. But am I conflicted? No."

The look in Freya's hazel eyes turned ice cold. "I am a firm believer in doing what needs to be done, even if it means doing something you don't want to do."

Freya tapped Triple H on the chest. "Triple H will do what needs to be done tonight."

Todd nodded in thanks before continuing. "Tonight, you'll be competing in the first of two Fatal-4-Way matches, which has huge championship implications. Can I get your thoughts on your opponents tonight?"

That imperious smirk appeared on her face again, looking up at Triple H who looked down at her in amusement, before looking back at Todd.

"What exactly is there to say?" Freya questioned with a shrug. "I'm the one and only Queen of Queens. The other three in this match are mere insects."

The icy stare returned to Freya's hazel eyes, her smirk widening dangerously. "If they even try to get in my way of reclaiming my throne from that arrogant poser of a champion, I won't hesitate to crush them beneath my heel!"

Todd gulped, while the fans cheered loudly. They loved the condescending, snarky, sarcastic face personality of Freya. But what they hold most dear to and missed dearly, was the ice-cold ruthless queen of her heel days. The woman that had a vice grip on the Women's Championship for nearly 3 years. In the eyes of her fans, if it wasn't for Trish - who Freya hated with a passion for taking the Queen of Queens alias - and other face Divas, - and her former Evolution members... especially Kerry - Freya probably would have still been sitting on the throne as Women's Champion to this day.

Triple H smirked. I love it when she gets into ruthless ice queen mode.

"Neither one of those three women tonight can match up to Freya," he said with an egotistical smile. "They can try, but they won't be successful. I guarantee you that."

The duo then went to take their leave, but was stopped in their tracks by the last person they wanted to see right now.

"Hold it right there Hunter."

Triple H and Freya both groaned inwardly when the Chairman of WWE, Vince McMahon and current Raw GM William Regal walked up to them, smug smirks on their faces, making the crowd voice their displeasure at their appearance.

"What do you want old man?" Triple H grunted, not in the mood to deal with his father-in-law.

"Now, now Hunter. Calm down," the old man chided. "I would say that it is nice to see the pair of you together again, but I know that this little pair up is just so you can both torment me and continue to make my job even more difficult!"

Freya rolled her eyes.

"Get to the point," she snapped in mild annoyance. "We don't have all day."

Regal gave the woman a warning look, which she ignored. Mr. McMahon's smile widened as he looked at the pair, unfazed by Freya's rude tone towards him.

"I forgot to mention one tiny stipulation regarding your match tonight Hunter," he drawled smugly, making Triple H frown. "If you so happen to lose against Ric Flair tonight, you will lose your spot in the Royal Rumble Match!"

This announcement received annoyed looks from Freya and Triple H, while the fans booed in outrage.

Mr. McMahon winked at Freya, getting a disgusted look from her, before walking off with a crazed laugh. William smirked at their annoyed expressions before following his boss, while Freya and Triple H exchanged worried glances.

. . . .

Later on...

Sheree was standing near the interview area with Todd Grisham and Lisa since they'd be involved in a backstage interview before their Fatal-4-Way match. Beth was also standing with them, with Sheree excitedly praising her for the match she had with Tara on SmackDown, making Beth blush at the praise and make a comment on Sheree's excitement.

Lisa, Beth and Todd watched Sheree with amusement, her eyes shining with excitement and awe as she watched Tara moonsault off the top ropes on her phone.

It amazed her how quickly her female comrades managed to adapt so quickly to Dray's vision. Then again she can't really be surprised by any of this. After a year of lackluster matches and god awful segments, it was safe to say that Dray's team has potentially saved their division from becoming something much worse. This has been something the women in this division have been chomping at the bit for, for years. It made sense to her that they'd quickly adapt and rise to the occasion. She couldn't wait to show the fans what she was capable of.

"How many times are you gonna watch that?" Beth asked, slightly embarrassed.

Sheree turned to Beth with a grin on her face. "It was a great match!"

She then smirked at Lisa. "I can see why you ladies are so respected in the Divas locker room. I can hardly wait to get out there now! I'm so pumped!"

Lisa smirked while Beth chuckled in amusement.

"Well you're about to experience why first hand. You think you can handle three former champions?" Lisa asked her. A confident smirk appeared on Sheree's face.

"Trust me, I can handle it," she replied, making Lisa raise an eyebrow at her, while Beth snorted in amusement.

"At least she's confident..." Beth drawled with a smile.

"You're just a little ball of fire aren't you. You're not nervous at all?" Lisa questioned.

"A little bit. But I love competing in that ring. My excitement trumps everything else," Sheree explained. "Once I get in that ring, everything will be fine."

Todd then walked up to them. "Ladies. We're on."

"Good luck," Beth called out, getting thanks from the two women in response.

. . . .

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Sheree Louise," Todd said as Sheree came into view with a smile, receiving a small positive reaction from the fans.

"Sheree, tonight you compete against three other women in the first of two Fatal-4-Way Matches for an opportunity at championship gold. Now, these three other women also happen to be former champions and have been in this company longer than you have. You have a tall order ahead of you tonight. Are you intimidated by this task?" Todd asked. Sheree managed a little smile at the question.

"You know, I'm gonna be honest with you Todd. I'm aware of my standing in the Divas Division," the brunette said seriously. "I've been here for two years, and in those two years, I think it is safe to say that I haven't gotten the best of treatments from the Divas Division."

Todd nodded in acknowledgement. Sheree has been a sort of target for the main stars of the Divas locker room in recent years.

"I don't exactly know why. Maybe it's because I ain't willing to back down. Maybe it's because my mouth has a habit of landing me in trouble. Maybe it's the fact that they don't know much about me. Maybe that puts them off enough to treat me like dirt. Or maybe they're just insecure. I don't know, either way, I'm not really liked back here." Sheree rolled her eyes. "Well... at least not by those that demand respect rather than earn it. But am I intimidated by the fact that in a few minutes I'm gonna compete with three of the best female competitors in the Divas Division?"

Sheree put a hand on her chin in thought for a moment, before a huge smirk appeared on her face. "Nah. I'm not intimidated. Let's just look at my opponents for a sec."

"First we have Freya, the ruthless ice queen! The Queen of Queens! Triple H's protégé!" Sheree exclaimed dramatically. "For nearly three years, Freya has had an iron grip on this division. She ruled with an iron fist! At one point, even Lita and Trish struggled against her might! A few moments ago, Freya said that she was going to crush us all beneath her heel in order to reclaim the Women's Championship!"

Sheree shook her head with a smirk. "But I ain't intimidated by that."

"Mickie James, she dethroned both Lita and Trish Stratus. She deserves the support she has gotten over the years," the brunette haired woman continued. "But I'm not intimidated."

"And then we have Victoria," Sheree drawled. "A woman that has terrorized this division for years. Defeated the likes of Freya, Trish, Tara, Molly Holly, the list goes on. She ain't the same woman she once was. But she's still dangerous."

"I'm aware that if she chose to, she could flip that switch, just like that." Sheree clicked her fingers. "And bring out that dark, twisted side of her. But that doesn't intimidate me."

Sheree frowned. "None of them intimidate me. I'm confident in my abilities. I always have been. Even after the rough 2 years I've had, no one in this division has ever been able to shake my confidence or make me doubt myself."

"How confident are you in your abilities?" Todd asked curiously.

Sheree's blue eyes hardened as she stared at the man, making him extremely nervous. He has never seen that type of look in Sheree's eyes before.

"Todd... you had better take me one-hundred percent seriously when I say you're looking at the next WWE Women's Champion!"

"Wow..." JR gasped, the fans cheering and clapping at the calm confidence that Sheree exuded. Todd's eyes widened at that statement.

"Wow is right!" King chuckled in amusement. "That's bold!"

The look in Sheree's eyes hardened even more, her blazing blue eyes almost piercing through Todd. "If I win this match, I go on to the Royal Rumble, my first Pay-Per-View event in the WWE. If I win that match, I become #1 Contender for the WWE Women's Championship!"

Sheree sighed deeply in an attempt to curb her fiery emotions. "This is it. This is my proving ground! This is the opportunity of a lifetime and I'll be damned if I just let it slip through my fingers! I'm the dark horse in this match! If the Divas in this Division wanna continue to look down on me, to overlook me, that's fine! By the time they've realised what's happened, it will already be too late!"

The fans continued to cheer at Sheree's statement. Some of them didn't think she could do it. But they respected her determination. Some of the fans even mistook her confidence for arrogance, since she hasn't had a really great track record in her two years of being in the company, and scoffed at the thought of Sheree even winning the match. They seemed dead set on Mickie James or Freya as the favorites to win this match. Sheree Louise didn't seem like a threat to some of them. But the brunette wasn't done talking.

"Just like everyone else in this business, I have a hunger for success," Sheree stated seriously, genuine honesty in her tone. "That doesn't go away just cuz I'm a little lower on the pecking order."

"I want to be champion!" she declared passionately. "I need to be champion! My hunger for success, my passion and my drive to be champion, is literally screaming at me! I can't allow myself to be intimidated! Those three women will have to kill me to beat me tonight, cuz to be quite honest with you, I am sick, tired, and done being jerked around by my peers!"

"Earlier, Freya said she'll crush all three of us if we get in her way." Sheree's frown deepened into a faint scowl. "She shouldn't be focused on what she'll do. She should be focused on what I'll be willing to do to win, because dammit if anybody stands in my way, I'll rip em' a new one!"

"Wow!" King exclaimed, as the fans cheered at Sheree's passionate response, the woman breathing hard with a slightly irritated scowl on her face, while Todd stared at her with shocked wide eyes. "This is a different side to Sheree I've quite honestly never seen! I didn't know she felt this way JR!"

"A passionate response from a driven and determined Sheree Louise," JR noted with a sense of pride. "I for one, am not surprised one bit. The Divas have been less than kind to this woman, and it was only a matter of time before she had enough."

"I don't care who it is! Melina, Tara, Freya, Kerry, Beth Phoenix, heck, bring back Lita and Trish for all I care!" That earned her a loud pop from the fans. "I have an unquenchable thirst to be champion, and I won't stop until I have that title in my hands!"

"Wow..." King gasped in surprise. "She's really serious about this JR!"

A slow, sarcastic clap was heard from behind Sheree, making her turn around to find Victoria smirking at her, continuing to clap sarcastically as the fans booed at her appearance. "Uh-oh..."

Victoria slowly stopped clapping and glared at Todd.

"Get lost," she growled firmly, making the man scamper away. Victoria looked back at the woman, who was frowning at her appearance, a mocking grin on her lips.

"What a passionate and heartfelt speech. I almost shed a tear. It was so touching," Victoria drawled before her grin turned into a scowl of disgust. "That I nearly threw up."

Sheree rolled her eyes, but didn't comment.

"You honestly think you stand a chance against three former champions? Especially me?! Are you kiddin' me kid?!" Victoria laughed at the thought. "You've been here for two years, and in those two years you've been the Divas resident punching bag!"

The fans released a small 'Ohhh!' at that very truthful statement. They didn't miss the way Sheree's blue eyes lit up, the statement obviously getting to her. "You're irrelevant! Not even a threat! I can't wait to put you back in your place!"

Sheree poked the side of her cheek with her tongue, a dry chuckle escaping past her lips as she stared at the 2-Time Women's Champion. "Ya know... I'd take you more seriously if you weren't resting on your laurels."

The fans let loose an 'Ohhh!' as Victoria frowned, while Sheree smirked.

"Excuse me?" the veteran replied, quirking an eyebrow upward in amusement. "I'm not resting on my laurels."

"Oh yeah? How long has it been since you last held the Women's Championship?"

Victoria's frown deepened into a scowl of thinly veiled anger, her fists clenching tightly at her sides as Sheree smirked mockingly at her, the fans releasing a loud 'Oooh!' at the young brunette haired woman's boldness and audacity.

"Oh boy..." King muttered in amusement.

"Since you seem to have lost your voice, I'll answer for you," Sheree drawled, not in the least bit intimidated by the rising anger of Victoria. "Four years."

"It has been four years, Victoria, since you last held a championship title," Sheree revealed, smirking at the way Victoria's body tensed up in anger. "So yeah... you're resting on your laurels. And if you don't take me or anything I say seriously... I'll eat you alive."

"Oh man..." King muttered nervously as the two women got in each other's face, glaring intensely at each other, the fans releasing a loud 'Oooh!' at the threat, anticipating a fight about to breakout between the two women.

"This is getting a little tense..." JR noted.

"Listen up little girl," Victoria spat icily, keeping eye contact with Sheree, who refused to look away. "There is a difference between talking tough, and being tough. Remember that when I'm done making you my bitch!"

"AH!" King screeched, eyes wide as the crowd released a ruckus 'Ohhh!' at Victoria's comment. "Oh boy!"

"Come now Victoria. That's uncalled for," JR said in disapproval.

"Err... we'd better get some security back there," King muttered nervously as the two women glared murderously at each other. "These two women are about to come to blows!"

Sheree's response was to let loose a twisted little grin and nothing else, seemingly amused by Victoria's response, which only served to anger the veteran even more.

"I don't know where all this bravado came from, but I don't care," Victoria snarled in a harsh tone. "Watch your back brat. I'm going to squash you like a little bug!"

And with that, Victoria turned on her heel and stomped away, Sheree watching her go with a confident smirk on her face.

"That... that was close..." King muttered. "I thought we were about to have a cat-fight on our hands JR!"

"So did I," JR replied. "All four women are deadly serious about this match. All four women want to be champion. And all four women will do just about anything to make that reality."

. . . .

Sheree walked into the gorilla position, stretching out her limbs to loosen her muscles as she did so.

"Holy crap Sheree! I've never seen that level of intensity from you before!"

Sheree smiled at the slightly surprised look on Mickie James' face.

"You'd better get used to it then," she quipped with a mischievous wink, both Charlotte and Lisa throwing amused looks Sheree's way as she approached the three women.

"Resting on my laurels huh?" Lisa drawled, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

Sheree laughed, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey. Truth hurts."

Lisa scoffed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, it's like that huh? You're gonna eat those words."

"I'd love to see you try."

Mickie chuckled nervously.

"I've forgotten how competitive they both could get," she muttered to Charlotte, who chuckled, grabbing her water bottle and running her taped hands through her wet black hair.

"There is nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition," she commented with a smirk, making Mickie hum in agreement. "Especially since you're much worse than they are."

Mickie's mouth dropped open at that. "Am not!"

"Freya! Get ready for your cue! You're up first!"

"Oh and it's elimination style now!" Dray suddenly called out.

The four women blanched, staring at Dray with wide eyes.

"Wha?!" Mickie exclaimed.

"Jeez... you added that outta nowhere!" Sheree groaned.

Christy chuckled. "It was the old man's idea."

"Seriously?" Freya sighed as she turned to the Chairman, who just grinned mischievously at her.

The dark-haired woman chuckled, before turning back to the three women with a smirk, holding her fist out towards them. "No matter. Let's tear the house down!"

Sheree, Lisa and Mickie smirked in excitement, completing the four-woman fist bump, before Freya turned, walking towards the curtains that led to the stage and waited for her cue, her theme music blasting throughout the arena.

. . . .

"Time to Play the Game..."

The guitar riffs of "The Game" by Motorhead blasted throughout the Greensboro Coliseum, igniting a large roar from the fans as they awaited the arrival of their beloved, but ruthlessly evil Queen of Queens.

"Here we go JR!" King exclaimed in excitement. "Four babes! Four times the fun! I can't wait!"

JR rolled his eyes, not saying a word.

"Time to Play the Game! Muhahaha!"

The crowd erupted as Freya's busty form appeared through the thin smoke, water bottle in hand. The hard, heavy metal riffs of Motorhead and the large roar of excited fans at her arrival, pounded through her eardrums like an irresistible symphony. She cracked her trademark imperious smirk as she lifted her head to observe the crowd, the multi-coloured bright lights of her entrance raining down on her. She never got tired of her subjects worshipping the ground she walked on.

Taking a swig from her water bottle, Freya shook out her wet hair and sprayed out the contents like a watery inferno, her black wet hair whipping against her back as she walked out of the smoke and down the ramp, the fans at ringside doing bow down gestures as if she was a real queen.

"The following contest is a Fatal-4-Way Elimination Match. Making her way to the ring, first, from Hartford, Connecticut, Freya!" Lilian Garcia announced as the fans broke out into a loud reception.

"Freya, the Queen of Queens. It is exactly as that title says folks. A ruthless, sometimes heartless individual, who believes she is superior to every other woman that has ever stepped foot in a squared circle," JR stated. "Her reputation precedes her. Ice cold to the bone."

"Yeah," King agreed as Freya came to a stop at the bottom of the aisle, calmly surveying the crowd through a queen's eye, that trademark imperious smirk still on her face, almost like she was looking down on every member of the audience. "Somehow, she seems to have taken on all the bad qualities of her mentor and made it her own. Crazily enough, the imperious, superior arrogant qualities of Freya is what the people, the fans, love and adore about her the most!"

The black haired woman took a gulp of her water whilst walking around the ring, throwing the bottle near the time keepers area for the staff around the ring to catch. She didn't like to throw her bottle into the crowd for fear of accidentally hitting one of them with it.

"Championship implications are at stake in these two Fatal-4-Way matches, which is now under elimination rules. And we both know Freya is gonna be in her vicious, most ruthless mindset," JR said as the ebony-haired woman climbed up onto the apron, looking around at the crowd as the iconic Motorhead bridge started to reverberate throughout the arena. "She will do anything to hold the Women's Championship. She's obsessed with it!"

"Obsessed is putting it mildly," King added in dark amusement as Freya released a spray of water into the air, the crowd cheering in excitement as a spotlight rained down on her. "She'd probably kill somebody trying to reclaim that title, if she was inclined to. She's just as bad as Hunter when it comes to championship gold."

The woman unleashed an intense roar as she looked back out into the crowd, before spitting out excess water in a spraying motion out into the ringside seats, the fans cheering as Freya surveyed the crowd with a vicious smirk. Despite the smirk on her face, there was a dangerous killer gleam in her eyes, telling anyone that was within her vicinity that she was deadly serious about this match.

"I do wonder what she thinks of her opponents though," JR commented as Freya finally stepped through the ropes, entering the ring, the spotlight fading back into multi-coloured lights that painted the ring as she walked across it. "We know she thinks of them as insects. She said so earlier. But I am curious to know what she thinks of Sheree in particular and of what Sheree said earlier tonight."

"Oh trust me," King assured his partner, as Freya stepped up onto the middle ropes in the corner near the announce table, smirking and holding her arms out as the crowd showered her with adulation, gesturing and imploring Greensboro to bow down to her, before releasing another roar, flexing her muscles as she did so. "She's livid. If Freya did indeed see that interview, then Sheree will have to worry about more than just Victoria! You do not threaten the Queen of Queens! You just don't!"

Freya surveyed the Greensboro Coliseum for a little while longer, before jumping off the ropes and taking off her leather jacket, dropping the leather clothing into the waiting arms of the ringside officials.

"Obsession" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena to a pleasant reaction from the fans.

"Yes! Mickie James!" King cheered.

"Calm down King!" JR retorted in amusement as Mickie James ran out to a pleasant reception from the crowd, making her smile as she skipped energetically down the aisle.

"And approaching the ring, from Richmond, Virginia, Mickie James!"

"How can I JR?! Mickie James is so beautiful!" King exclaimed in excitement, making JR roll his eyes at his partner. "So is Freya! I wonder if one of them would be willing to let me take em out on a date..."

"Can we please get back on track?" JR groaned as Mickie slid into the ring on her knees and rose to her feet, jumping up onto the middle ropes in the corner, holding up her index and middle fingers with that trademark energetic smile of hers, getting another loud reaction from the fans as she pointed out towards the crowd, before jumping off, giving Freya a little smirk that she scoffed at.

"I Ain't the Lady to Mess With!"

"Don't Mess With" by Hood$tars played throughout the arena, igniting a mild negative reaction. Victoria walked out onto the stage with a scowl on her face, which only worsened as the fans continued to boo her.

"Oh no..." King muttered nervously at the look on Victoria's face as she walked down the aisle.

"And their opponent, from San Bernardino, California, Victoria!"

"Victoria doesn't seem to be in the best of moods..."

"When is Victoria ever in the best of moods?" JR retorted.

"Good point. Sheree has really gotten under her skin," King replied, as Victoria climbed up onto the ring apron and entered the ring. Victoria glared at Mickie and Freya - Freya glared right back. You do not glare at the Queen of Queens! - before stepping up onto the bottom ropes and leaning over the top ropes, scowling down at the fans as they booed her. She stepped off the ropes, glaring up at the stage with an eyebrow twitching slightly in anger.

Her glare intensified into a dark scowl as the beginning riffs of "Headstrong" by Trapt played throughout the arena. Sheree walked out onto the stage to a great reception, a smile on her face as she stopped to survey the audience.

"And from Boston, Massachusetts, Sheree Louise!" Lilian announced as Sheree walked down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans as she walked by.

"Now I'm a big fan of the girl, but I think Sheree's playing with fire here," King stated as Sheree paused at the bottom of the ramp, smirking at the dark glower on Victoria's face as she eyeballed her from inside the ring. "She's about to do battle with three former champions, and she insulted one of them!"

"That's a ballsy move. I'll give you that," JR agreed. "But I understand where she's coming from."

Sheree broke eye contact with Victoria, walking up the steel steps and stepping onto the apron, smirking at the Greensboro fans before stepping inside the ring.

"She may have threatened Freya and infuriated Victoria. But she also announced her desire to be WWE Women's Champion. That alone is enough to anger all three women in the ring," JR stated as Sheree walked across the ring, feeling the heat of Victoria's hateful stare on her back as she climbed up onto the middle ropes of the corner opposite the timekeepers area.

She held both arms out wide, receiving a positive response from the fans. "Sheree knows that if she really, really wants to be champion she will have to take risks to reach her goals. And if that means angering her peers even further, then so be it."

"Fair enough," King replied with a chuckle as Sheree smiled at the fans excited response, and jumped off the ropes, walking across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles.

She smirked at Mickie and Freya, who both raised an eyebrow at the air of confidence that Sheree exuded, watching as she jumped up onto the middle ropes of the turnbuckles, firing up the fans whilst overlooking the Greensboro Coliseum with a grin on her face. "Sheree doesn't seem to care whether she ticks people off or not anyway. Half the Divas roster don't like her, and have been pushing her around for two years! She's probably gotten used to it by now."

Sheree stepped off the ropes and eyed her three opponents, smirking when she saw that Victoria was still glaring hatefully at her. The referee checked to see if all three were ready as Sheree's theme music faded into silence, with the only sound being the restless buzz from the excited fans.

The cameras briefly cut to the backstage area to reveal the Women's Champion Melina sitting in a comfy sofa, in her own personalized locker room, watching the match on a large TV monitor, a nonchalant expression on her face.

"It looks like Melina will be paying close attention to this contest," JR noted. "The Women's Champion obviously have a very vested interest in this match."

The referee signaled for the bell to ring.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

"There's the bell and- Oh!"

As soon as the bell rang, Victoria tackled Sheree to the mat, catching her completely off guard.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as the fans reacted with excitement, watching as both Freya and Mickie traded blows away from Victoria and Sheree.

"The bell rings, and Victoria goes straight after Sheree!" JR exclaimed as Victoria's fists rained down on Sheree, who was trying desperately to protect her face, crying out in pain and irritation when a few of Victoria's wild enraged fists connected with her face. "This match barely got started, and these women are already getting outta control! Look out!"

Freya, who had promptly tossed Mickie out of the ring, threw the Nashville native into the side of the announce table, causing the table to shake violently from the impact.

"Oh!" King cried out, the fans verbally reacting with a wince at the sight.

"Mickie sent into the side of our broadcast table!" JR added as Freya glared down at the writhing woman.

Meanwhile in the ring, Victoria dragged Sheree to her feet by her crop top and threw her into the corner.

"You're not running your mouth now ain't cha?!" Victoria yelled, violently assaulting Sheree with rapid fists to the face, the fans starting to boo as Victoria continued to attack the younger woman.

"Victoria with those piston rights!" JR exclaimed as Sheree tried desperately to protect herself. "Violently assaulting Sheree!"

"She's lost it!" King added fearfully. "Sheree should not have angered Victoria! This is what happens when you tick off the wrong person!"

"Victoria! Calm down!" the referee exclaimed, trying to pull her away from Sheree.

"GET LOST!" Victoria roared in anger, glaring at the referee who shrank back in fear.

"Whoa... I feel sorry for the referee," King commented as a small 'Sheree' chant was heard throughout the arena.

Victoria noticed this, only inciting her rage even more. "SHUT UP!"

"O-Oh boy," King gulped as the fans booed in response. "These fans need to be careful. Victoria will end up seriously hurting Sheree if they keep chanting like that."

"I think Victoria wants to hurt Sheree whether the fans chant or not King," JR retorted as Victoria grabbed a dazed Sheree by the hair, looking to punish the woman some more.

A spec of black in the corner of her eye caught Victoria's attention, but she reacted a second too late, finding herself on the receiving end of a vicious lariat that sent her careening over the ropes and tumbling to the outside. "Oh! What a shot!"

"Whoa!" King cried out, the fans cheering loudly as Freya glared down at Victoria's dazed form. "She nearly took Victoria's head off!"

"Freya came outta nowhere!" JR added. "Sending Victoria over the ropes and out onto the concrete floor!"

Freya then turned her attention to Sheree, grabbing her right wrist and pulling her out of the corner. She pulled Sheree towards her for a huge swinging lariat, but Sheree ducked, slipping behind Freya with wrist control still intact, grabbing Freya's swinging arm and trapping it in a cross-armed position below the abdomen. "And now Freya turns her attention to Sheree, going for the lariat, Sheree avoids it."

"Whoa, whoa, what's she tryna do?!" King exclaimed, eyes slightly wide at the sight of Sheree lifting Freya off the mat, the fans voicing their faint awe at the sight. Freya's eyes widened with a yelp, flailing her legs about, before stamping on Sheree's foot, distracting her enough to get free of her grip.

"Sheree with a small feat of strength there," JR noted. "Looks like she was going for a modified German- OH!"

The fans let loose a short 'Ohhh!' as Freya turned around and snapped her fist into Sheree's jaw with a deafening crack, making the woman stumble off her feet with glazed over blue eyes. "Good god what a haymaker!"

"Oof! She sure didn't hold back on that one," King chuckled. "Good grief!"

Freya then ducked as Mickie tried to knock her out with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Mickie James comes back in, missing the roundhouse kick," JR noted as Freya struck back with another haymaker, catching Mickie in the side of her cheek as she turned around, making Mickie stumble backwards, falling into the ropes behind her in a daze. "And another stiff right from Freya! That was one hell of a shot!"

"Oh god! Mickie's dazed!" King added as Mickie leaned against the ropes, shaking her head in a daze as Freya slowly advanced towards her, grabbing her by her dark brunette locks. "I don't think she knows where she is right now!"

Freya pulled Mickie back up to a vertical base, whipping the woman towards the opposite ropes, making her rebound off them, running straight into a jumping high knee that floored the Nashville native. "Good grief!"

"Jumping high knee from Freya," JR commented. "She caught Mickie underneath the chin I believe."

Meanwhile Sheree, who was beginning to recover from Freya's vicious haymaker, was suddenly dragged out of the ring by her legs by a raging Victoria. "Victoria's got ahold of Sheree! Pulling her out of the ring!"

"Uh-oh!" King gulped as Victoria scowled in Sheree's face, disgust and rage visible on her facial features as she gripped a hand full of Sheree's hair with both hands. "I have a feeling Victoria is far from finished with Sheree! Look out, look out!"

Victoria whipped Sheree towards the steel stairs, but much to the fans amusement and Victoria's irritation, Sheree leaped over the steel steps with no problem whatsoever. "Whoa!"

"And Sheree dodges a bullet there!" JR commented as Sheree smirked at the anger on Victoria's face, before holding her arms out mockingly.

"Is that all you've got old hag?!"

The fans at ringside oohed at Sheree's disrespectful words, completely shocked.

"Oh my... d-did she just..." King trailed off, stunned.

"Yes! Yes she did King!" JR replied.

"You little bitch..." Victoria growled under her breath, scowling at Sheree in rage, and speed walking around the ring towards the still smirking brunette.

"Victoria is not gonna take that lying down!" JR said, watching as Victoria advanced towards Sheree in anger. Sheree grinned, beckoning the older woman to come get her. "Sheree has no fear! She's antagonizing Victoria!"

"Oh Sheree, why are you egging her on like that?!" King exclaimed worriedly. "Do you have a death wish?!"

With rage coursing through her, Victoria lunged at Sheree, looking to take the woman's head off with a clothesline, only for Sheree to duck, pivoting on the balls of her left foot as Victoria turned around and catching the veteran in the jaw with a lethal spin kick, the fans verbally wincing at the sight. "Oh!"

"Oh, what a spin kick!" JR exclaimed as Victoria went down like she was shot, eyes wide in a daze, favouring her jaw. "Knocking Victoria off her feet! What devastating impact!"

"Sheree knows how to use those legs of hers," King complimented. "I'll give her that."

Sheree looked back in the ring, just in time to see Freya dump Mickie over the ropes. She slid under the bottom ropes, entering the ring, the fans breaking out into loud restless cheers as Freya turned and paused, watching as Sheree rose to her feet. The Queen of Queens stared at her, a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh boy..."

"This is gonna be interesting," JR said, amused as the two women stared each other down. After Sheree's passionate interview, both JR, King and the fans were curious as to what Freya's response would be after basically being threatened by someone she probably viewed as beneath her. Some fans wondered if she even saw the interview.

"You're gonna rip me a new one huh?" Freya questioned the younger woman over the roar of the crowd, tilting her head with a small smirk.

"Oh, you heard that? Aww, did I offend you?" Sheree replied with a mocking smirk. "Sorry, but I don't plan on losing. So you'd best stay outta my way, unless you really want me to rip you a new one."

Freya's smile widened into a huge villainous smirk, her hazel eyes gleaming dangerously. "I don't think you're aware of the situation you're in girl!"

Sheree would have responded, but Freya, quicker than she expected, nearly obliterated her with a powerful and destructive lariat.

"Good god!" JR cried out, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the destructive impact. "What a lariat! What a vicious, vicious lariat!"

"Oh man! She nearly took Sheree's head off!" King exclaimed, as Sheree sat up with a dazed expression on her face, holding her hands out towards the ropes, completely out of it. "That had some malice behind it!"

"Freya is definitely not someone you want to play games with. Especially when it comes to those horribly devastating lariats of hers," JR commented as Freya glared down at Sheree's dazed state, grabbing her by the hair and roughly pulling her into a kneeling position, forcing Sheree to look up at her. Freya glared down at her with icy hazel eyes, before slapping the younger woman hard across the face.

"Ooh..." King winced, the fans gasping at the sight of Sheree's head whipping to the side.

"Come on," Freya taunted, shoving Sheree viciously in the side of her face with the sole of her boot. "Come on little Ms. I Wanna Be Champ!"

"Oh boy..." King muttered worriedly as Freya continued to belittle and shove the younger woman. "Freya definitely saw Sheree's interview earlier. And it's done nothing but piss her off! She's gonna make an example out of Sheree now."

"Freya does not take kindly to being threatened," JR added as Freya shoved Sheree in the chest with her boot, a dark grin on her face as the hard shove sent Sheree flying back against the ropes behind her.

"You wanna threaten me huh?" Freya questioned with a dark snarl, pressing her boot against Sheree's face whilst holding the top ropes, almost pushing Sheree out of the ring between the middle and bottom ropes. "You shouldn't have done that. You don't threaten your superiors little girl!"

"Freya is just having her way with Sheree right now," King noted, a look of fear on his face at the dark evil smirk that slithered across the woman's lips. Freya continued to press her foot against Sheree's face, Sheree's body almost hanging halfway out of the ring, with the only thing keeping her from falling out and landing on the back of her neck, being the fact that she was desperately holding onto the middle ropes. "Sheree better be careful! She's halfway out of the ring!"

"Sheree is at the complete mercy of Freya," JR commented, the fans watching in restlessness and slight worry for Sheree's wellbeing as Freya continued to sadistically punish the younger woman. "Freya can do whatever she wants to Sheree."

Freya finally relented, allowing Sheree to pull herself back into the ring for a brief reprieve that Freya interrupted, grabbing the younger woman by her shoulder-length brunette locks and pulling her roughly to her feet, Sheree's back rubbing harshly against the ropes as the Queen of Queens pulled her up. Freya smiled sadistically as she roughly pulled at Sheree's hair, making the younger woman growl in frustration as Freya's rough treatment forced her head back.

Freya loomed over Sheree, chuckling darkly. "Aww, you wanna be champion? Awwww! It's so adorable that you think you're worth something!"

"Man," King mumbled, Freya's harsh words being caught by the camera's mic. "Freya is mean. Ice cold mean."

"That's what happens when your mentor is Triple H," JR commented as Freya finally relented on pulling Sheree's head back, grabbing the woman by the wrist. "They may have endeared themselves to the fans, but they are still the same, ruthless, evil pieces of work they were years ago."

Freya Irish whipped Sheree across the ring, only for Sheree to reverse, whipping Freya across the ring instead. Sheree pivoted on the balls of her left foot as Freya shot off the ropes, striking out with another spin kick.

"Sheree looking for another spin kick, but Freya ducks it that time. The pace quickening here- OH!" JR suddenly exclaimed, watching as Sheree turned and left her feet as Freya rebounded off the ropes again, surprising Freya with an impressive and impactful dropkick, catching the Queen of Queens in the jaw and blasting the woman off her feet, the fans reacting. "Aw! The elevation! What a dropkick! Caught Freya right in the jaw! What flawless precision!"

"Oh wow! She caught Freya completely by surprise," King added as Freya favoured her jaw with a dazed expression on her face, while Sheree slowly rose to her feet. "She definitely rocked Freya wit-"

The Bostonian advanced towards Freya, only for her back to explode with intense, white hot pain, making her scream out in agony, a deafening, resounding crack reverberating throughout the arena as Sheree collapsed to the canvas in sheer pain. "OH MY GOD!"

The Greensboro Coliseum exploded as the fans screamed out in shock, not completely believing what they were seeing.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" JR shouted in disbelief and anger.

"AH!" King screamed.

Sheree gasped in pain and looked over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw Victoria looming over her with an emotionless expression on her face...

And a black steel chair in her hands.

"Victoria! Damnit! She's got a steel chair!" JR exclaimed as the fans continued to look on in shock.

"W-what?! When was the last time we saw one of our Divas using a steel chair?!" King yelled over the now excited and fired up crowd.

Sheree tried to push herself off the mat, but Victoria had other ideas, lifting the black steel chair over her head with a dark malicious scowl on her face, causing the fans to scream out before releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight of Victoria smacking the steel chair over Sheree's back for a second time, making Sheree scream out, squirming in intense pain. "Oh my gosh! That sickening crack!"

"Someone get that damn chair away from her!" JR yelled out in anger. The last thing he wanted to see was a woman being assaulted with a steel chair.

"Victoria has completely lost it!" King exclaimed. The fans began to boo when Victoria lifted the chair above her head again, a look of sadistic rage on her face as she glared down at Sheree. "Oh no! Not again!"

"You've done enough Victoria!" JR snapped in anger and disgust. Luckily, the chair was ripped out of her hands from behind, causing the fans to cheer in relief. "And Freya pulls the chair away from Victoria!"

"Oh thank goodness!" King cried out in relief. Victoria whirled around, eyes wild with fury, only to receive a piercing chair shot to the gut, courtesy of the Queen of Queens thrusting the top end of the chair into Victoria's abdomen. "Oh no!"

"Freya, using the chair to her advantage!" JR exclaimed as Victoria gasped from the blow, hunching over in pain. Freya raised the chair above her head, making the fans cry out as she glared down at Victoria. "Freya's about to make Victoria regret bringing that chair out into play!"

Victoria crashed down into the mat as Freya cracked her in the back with the chair, causing the Greensboro fans to wince as Victoria cried out in pain. "Oh what a sickening shot with the chair!"

"Oh man..." King cringed as Victoria writhed on the mat, yelling out and arching her back in agony.

Freya surveyed the carnage, glaring at Sheree and Victoria's fallen writhing forms. Mickie James sliding into the ring caught the veteran's attention, ducking when Freya swung at her with the steel chair.

"Look out!" The chair sailed over Mickie James' head, missing her by a hair and making the fans cry out at the close call. "Phew! That was close! Freya nearly behead- OH MY GOSH!"

In an act of perfection, Mickie hit the chair with a reverse roundhouse kick, making it hit Freya in the skull, receiving a loud 'OHHH!' from the fans. "WHOA!"

"My god what a kick! Freya's nose maybe broken!" JR exclaimed as Freya fell back in a daze, the chair flying out of her hands. "What a Mick Kick!"

"Wow! That was perfect! That was absolutely perfect!" King added.

"And now Mickie, taking advantage of a momentarily knocked out Freya off that Mick Kick, going for the pin!" JR noted as Mickie James quickly scrambled for the cover on Freya, hooking both legs.

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2...

To Mickie's dismay, Freya managed to kick out just after the two count.

"And a kick out! Freya ain't done yet!" Mickie sat up, wondering what it would take to get an elimination. Freya laid on her stomach, still disorientated after Mickie Mick Kicked the chair into her face. "Mickie will have to do a lot more than that to eliminate Freya."

"Yeah. Freya is one tough cookie. There is a reason why she ruled the Divas Division for about three years. But Mickie is tough too," King added as the Nashville native stood up, dragging the dazed veteran to her feet and wrapping her arm around Freya's head in a DDT position. "Uh-Oh! Hold on a sec!"

Mickie released a loud long yell, whilst holding up her free arm, signalling for her finisher, the Mickie-DT, receiving a loud positive reaction from the fans in response, Freya's arms hanging limply. "She's going for the Mickie-DT already?!"

"Mickie James looking for an early elimination perhaps?" JR mused.

Mickie's feet left the mat in a large jump, looking to elevate herself off the mat and plant Freya's skull into the canvas, only for Freya to throw her off, making Mickie land stomach first onto the mat. "Mickie-DT- No! Freya had it scouted!"

"That was close! If Mickie had hit that DDT, Freya would have been in big trouble!" King said as Freya favoured her forehead, still feeling the effects of that steel chair aided Mick Kick, while Mickie squirmed in pain, both arms wrapped around her stomach.

Before Mickie could recover, Freya launched forward, grappling her to the mat with her arms wrapping around Mickie's neck and left arm. "Oh no! Look at this!"

"Good grief..." JR muttered as Freya waylaid Mickie with a series of vicious knee strikes to the head, the fans wincing as Freya's padded knees connected repeatedly with the top of Mickie's head. "A series of vicious knee strikes to the head of Mickie! Which usually sets Freya up for..."

Freya finally relented on the knee strikes, before flipping herself over into a bridge while still maintaining a firm grip on Mickie for her submission finisher, the End Game, which was a bridging, arm-triangle choke hold, the fans cheering at the sight. "The End Game! Freya has the End Game hooked in!"

"Oh man! If Mickie James doesn't get outta this, it may be over for her!" King added as Mickie screamed in pure agony, her upper body being stretched backwards in a very painful way, while Freya's arms tightened around her neck and under her left arm. Mickie raised her right hand, battling with herself on whether to tap or not as the fans roared in excitement. "She's gonna tap! I think she's gonna tap!"

"Mickie, trying to fight through the pain!" JR cried out as Mickie shuffled slowly towards the ropes, forcing Freya to move with her, since it was obvious she wouldn't be letting go any time soon. "Mickie, slowly reaching for the ropes with all she can muster!"

"She better get there quick! Freya could have the End Game locked in for hours! Maybe even months if she wanted to!" King exclaimed.

"TAAP!" Freya yelled with an intense look on her face, applying the pressure and almost making Mickie curse from the pain. With a strangled grunt, Mickie stretched her arm out and grabbed the ropes, much to Freya's displeasure.

"And Mickie makes it to the ropes, forcing Freya to break the hold!" JR cried out, the fans cheering in relief and applauding Mickie for her effort.

"Phew!" King released a sigh of relief as Freya reluctantly released the hold and stood up. "Mickie is a survivor. I'll give her th-"

Freya grabbed a hold of Mickie's leg, looking to pull her away from the ropes, only to receive a jaw shattering superkick from a recovered and angry Victoria. "Oh my god!"

"Ohhh!" the fans cried out with a wince as Freya fell back, completely out of it.

"My goodness what a superkick! That damn near knocked Freya out of her boots!" JR exclaimed.

"Victoria caught her right in the side of her face!" King yelled out loudly as Victoria glared down at Freya's prone form. "When was the last time Freya was hit with one of those kicks?!"

"These ladies are leaving everything on the table! All for the chance to compete at the Royal Rumble with championship implications on the line! This Fatal-4-Way Elimination match up rolls on after this!" JR said as Raw went to a commercial break.

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"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw!" JR said, as Raw came back from its commercial break to show Victoria standing over Mickie, who was kneeling at the feet of the two-tone haired woman with her arms wrapped around her abdomen, gasping in pain, the fans chanting loudly for the Nashville native. Freya and Sheree were lying somewhere outside the ring.

"Let's go Mickie! Let's go Mickie! Let's go Mickie!"

Victoria scowled as the fans continued to chant, snapping at them to shut up, only causing them to boo in response. "If you're just joining us, we have Divas action! Fatal-4-Way elimination rules, with Royal Rumble and championship implications. The winner of this match will face the winner of the second Fatal-4-Way match at the Royal Rumble with a championship opportunity up for grabs down the line! King, what a match this has been!"

"Ho hooo, what an understatement," King replied with a breathless, surprised chuckle. "Let's take you back to during the break. Watch this incredible sequence!"

The replays were displayed, showing Freya getting floored with a spin kick from Sheree as she came off the ropes.

"These four women are certainly pulling out all the stops tonight! First Sheree takes out Freya with a spin kick, then gets blasted in the side of her face with a superkick courtesy of Victoria." Mickie flew into the shot from above in the replays, wrapping her legs around a surprised Victoria. "Then Mickie catches Victoria by surprise with a top rope hurricanrana, before Freya takes Mickie out with Mjolnir!"

To finish off the sequence of attacks, a stumbling Freya snuck up behind Mickie, turning her around and reached around Mickie's torso with one arm under both Mickie's arms and across her chest. Freya lifted a caught off guard Mickie James into the air, the fans cheering wildly as Freya dropped to a knee and brought Mickie down back-first across her extended knee for a uranage backbreaker.

Instead of releasing Mickie however, Freya rolled the brunette backwards off her knee and onto her feet, grabbing Mickie's wrist and straightening out as the fans cheered even louder in excitement. Freya pulled Mickie in, turning her inside out with a ruthless lariat, the force of it completely laying waste to Mickie James, while Freya fell flat onto her stomach in exhaustion.

By the time the sequence was done, and all four combatants were laid out in exhaustion and pain, the fans were on their feet, applauding enthusiastically.

"As you saw in the tail-end of the replay, Freya completely annihilated Mickie with Mjolnir," JR noted as the replays ended and went back to the live action, just in time, as Mickie was scooped up by Victoria and slammed back first into the canvas, making Mickie squirm in pain. "That backbreaker-short-arm lariat combo that Freya utilizes so well. Mickie has not been the same since. Nice scoop slam from Victoria."

"Mickie had better be glad that Freya didn't decide to use Mjolnir's big bad sister Clarent instead," King joked as Victoria went for a pin attempt on Mickie James, hooking the far leg and trapping the arms. "Cover here."

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2...

"And Mickie kicks out at a count of two," JR noted as Mickie managed to kick out, much to the relief of the fans, making Victoria rest back on her knees, glaring down at Mickie James. "The Clarent and the Mjolnir. Both very destructive, powerful attacks that Freya loves to execute."

Victoria stood, pulling Mickie to her feet with a scowl, the cameras catching a glimpse of Mickie's face, only half conscious.

"Man, Mickie James is out of it," King said as the fans broke out into another 'Mickie' chant. "I don't know how much she can take!"

"Mickie has been taking a lot of punishment since the break," JR added. "And Victoria is just making it- hey wait a minute!"

The Greensboro fans suddenly broke out into a large reaction, catching Victoria's attention. She looked to her left, just in time to see Sheree perched on the top ropes opposite the timekeepers area, looming over Victoria with a scowl. "Sheree! Sheree's perched on the top ropes!"

"Look out below!" King cried out as Sheree leaped off the top ropes, sending Victoria flying off her feet with a huge missile dropkick, driving her boots into Victoria's chest, laying the older woman out with such force that she flipped onto her stomach, the fans reacting loudly at the sight. "Whoa! She sent Victoria flying!"

"Sheree taking out Victoria!" JR exclaimed as Sheree rose to her feet and smirked when she realized that she was the only one standing in the ring. "Missile dropkick off the top! Incredible!"

"She's the only woman standing!" King added in excitement as Sheree turned Victoria over onto her back, grabbing the woman's wrist and dragging her into position, in line with the left corner opposite the Raw set. "She almost caught Victoria in the face JR!"

"Sheree really rocked Victoria with that missile dropkick," JR added as Sheree climbed up onto the ropes for the second time. "And now going up high again, Victoria motionless in the drop zone!"

"Oh boy," King muttered worriedly as Sheree perched herself on the top ropes, facing away from Victoria's supine form. She looked back to check if Victoria was still laid out before standing up right on the ropes, the fans cheering restlessly in anticipation. "Sheree has cruel intentions in mind for Victoria- WHOAAA!"

The young woman launched herself off the top ropes, back-flipping through the air, continuing the rotation, and smashing the flat of her boots into Victoria's torso, literally stomping the wind out of her.

"Oh my god!" King exclaimed as the Greensboro crowd let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.

"Oh! The Overkill!" JR called out as Victoria turned onto her side with a loud groan, holding her stomach in intense pain. "Good god almighty! She damn near stomped the living hell outta Victoria!"

"Oh my god," King repeated, wincing at the sheer pain Victoria was in. Sheree landed on her butt and rolled backwards onto her hands and knees, quickly scrambling for a pin attempt on Victoria, hooking the far leg with her back resting over the veteran. "That's gotta be it!"

1...

"Sheree going for the cover, hooking the far leg!" JR cried out.

2...

"No! Victoria's still kicking!" Victoria managed to kick out before the three count, the fans voicing their surprise at the kick out. Sheree sat up with a faint sigh of frustration, running her hand through her hair as she panted, exhaustion starting to effect her greatly.

"Oh wow, I thought that was it," King chuckled. "That was close. Victoria still has plenty of fight left, even after getting the heck stomped out of her."

"Yeah, but she is in agony," JR added as Victoria rolled onto her knees, kicking at the mat whilst wrapping her arms around her stomach in clear pain, resting her head against the mat. Replays were shown of Sheree's moonsault double stomp in slow motion.

"Check this out again," King said as the replays showed Sheree flipping through the air, her boots crushing Victoria's chest and abdomen. "Good grief!"

"Sheree's so athletic and impactful. No matter what the rest of the Divas think, Sheree has massive potential," JR complimented as they went back to the live action in the ring. Sheree rose to her feet as Freya slid back into the ring. "Freya coming back in now."

The two women ran at each other, Sheree ducking a clothesline attempt and rebounding off the ropes, using them to catapult herself towards Freya as the Queen of Queens turned around. "Sheree ducks the clothesline."

"Oh no!" King suddenly cried out as Freya caught Sheree in her arms, turning whilst lifting Sheree off her feet and slamming her back first into the mat.

"Spinebuster! Jacking the back of Sheree!" JR exclaimed as Freya stood up and unleashed a roar, absorbing the emotion from the fans as they cheered loudly. "Freya's all fired up!"

"Screw you!" Freya snapped at Sheree, whilst performing the iconic DX crotch chop to an explosive reaction from the fans.

Freya quickly grabbed Sheree by her hair and dragged the woman back onto her feet, kicking her in the gut before placing Sheree's head in between her legs and hooking her arms, the fans letting loose a loud roar of excitement, all knowing what was coming next. "And now looking to take advantage! Freya's looking to Pedigree Sheree!"

"Sheree's dream of becoming champion is about to go up in smoke!" King exclaimed.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Mickie James appeared from Freya's left side, jacking her jaw with a Mick Kick. "Oh my word!"

"Ohhh!" the fans reacted to the impact, watching as Freya lost her grip on Sheree and fell backwards, rolling out onto the floor and outside the ring in an unmoving heap.

"Oh! Mick Kick! Mickie James nailed it!" JR yelled out as Mickie fell to her knees, panting in exhaustion. "A second Mick Kick! She's hit it twice on Freya!"

"Wow!" King shook his head in amazement, the fans applauding the four women for their efforts. "What a match this is!"

Both Mickie and Sheree rose to their feet, with Sheree favoring her back with a grimace. Mickie kicked Sheree in the gut, wrapping her arm around her head and lifting her free arm up to a rousing reaction from the fans, signaling for the Mickie-DT for the second time in this match, a loud howl slipping past the veteran's lips. "Uh-oh! UH-OH!"

"Mickie's calling for it!" JR exclaimed. "She's one DDT away from crushing Sheree's dreams-"

Mickie saw movement in her peripheral vision, but was too late to react, getting blindsided with a devastating chair shot to the face! "OH! OH MY GOD! NO!"

"OHHH!" the fans exclaimed in shock and horror, watching as Mickie lost her grip on Sheree and crumbled to the mat, seemingly unconscious.

"NOOO!" King cried out in horror.

"What the hell! What the bloody hell!" JR exclaimed in anger as Victoria stood over the unmoving forms of Sheree and Mickie James, a thick nasty scowl present on her face.

"Oh my god," King whispered out, his eyes wide with horror.

"Dear god! Where the hell did Victoria get that chair?!" JR raged as the fans expressed their displeasure at Victoria's actions, booing her viciously, but Victoria didn't care one bit.

"Mickie... Mickie is not moving JR..." King noticed in extreme worry for the woman as the referee kneeled down to check on Mickie.

"Victoria, that vile woman, just cracked Mickie James in the skull with that steel chair! God damnit!" JR growled in frustration. Victoria's eyes flashed darkly at the sight of Sheree pulling herself up to her hands and knees, and raised the chair over her head, the fans crying out in horror. "And she's not done!"

"No... NOO!" King cried out futilely, watching helplessly as Victoria brought the chair down on Sheree's back with a resounding CRACK, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' as Sheree yelled out in pain, arching her back off the mat.

"God!" JR growled in anger. Victoria let the chair slip out of her hands, a sick smirk on her face as the fans booed in furious rage. "And she's smiling about it! She's loving this! What a sick pervert!"

Victoria then turned her attention to Mickie James, dragging the woman back onto her feet with a snarl, and lifting her onto her shoulders, Mickie's arms hanging lifelessly as Victoria stood beside the chair. "And now going after an absolutely defenceless Mickie James!"

"Wait a second... she's not gonna do that on the chair is she?!" King cried out, extremely worried for Mickie James. The fans were also worried, crying out as Victoria glared darkly at the large audience.

"There is no remorse in the eyes of Victoria!" JR added.

"Come on Victoria! You don't have to go that far!" King pleaded, but his plea fell on death ears.

Victoria swung Mickie, spinning her out into a sidewalk slam, slamming Mickie James back first onto the steel chair, getting a loud 'OHHH!' from the fans. "Oh no!"

"Good lord! Spider's Web onto the steel chair!" JR exclaimed.

Victoria scowled at the fans that booed her in response, before hooking both of Mickie James' legs, going for the cover. "And Victoria now, going for the pin attempt!"

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2...

3!

"And Mickie is gone!" JR said, the fans booing viciously as Victoria laughed hysterically at their displeasure. "What a sick and twisted woman!"

"Mickie James has been eliminated," Lilian announced, making the fans boo louder as Victoria rose to her feet, standing over Mickie's supine, motionless form with a dark smirk on her face.

Back in Melina's personal lounge, the champion was seen cackling at Mickie's elimination, kicking her legs in the air with mirth as she laid on her couch. "And Melina loved every second of it!"

"That was just cruel," King commented with disdain in his voice.

Victoria smirked down at Mickie, before grabbing a fist full of her hair. "Come on! You've done enough!"

"Victoria is not done with Mickie James!" JR said, the fans booing Victoria harshly. Victoria ignored the referee's plea to release Mickie James, pulling her harshly up onto her feet by her hair and unceremoniously throwing Mickie out of the ring. "And now just tossing her out like a piece of garbage!"

"Victoria is just evil! That was uncalled for!" King growled as Mickie hit the floor with a thud, not moving.

Victoria smirked down at Mickie, before turning around, her smirk turning into a scowl of disgust and rage as she noticed Sheree in the far corner opposite the announce table, using the ropes to lift herself back onto her feet whilst holding her ribs, glaring at Victoria. "Oh no! I think Sheree's next on Victoria's list!"

With a yell, Victoria ran at Sheree, looking to spear her into the corner. "Look out!"

"Good god!" JR cried out as Sheree used the ropes to jump up and over Victoria, causing the veteran to crash shoulder first into the ring post with a thud, the fans verbally wincing at the sight. "Sheree dodged a bullet! Victoria crashed right into the steel ring post!"

"Phew! That was close!" King added with a sigh of relief.

Sheree rolled over Victoria, grabbing her legs and bringing her with her for a sit-out pin.

"Sheree going for the pin on Victoria!" JR exclaimed as Victoria flailed her legs, trying desperately to kick out. "Has to take advantage! One! TWO!"

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2...

"Did she get it- No!" JR exclaimed as Victoria powered out at the last moment, the fans reacting with a buzz at the close pin attempt. "A near-fall! Victoria's still in this!"

"She almost had her!" King added as Victoria rolled backwards, both her and Sheree scrambling back onto their feet. "Look out!"

Victoria went for a superkick, but Sheree rolled under Victoria's out stretched leg, springing back onto her feet, and pivoting on the balls of her left foot as Victoria turned towards her, catching the veteran in the side of her jaw with another spin kick. The fans released a loud 'OHHH!' at the echoing smack of Sheree's calf connecting with Victoria's face. "Oh! Goodness me what a spin kick!"

"Sheree, rocking Victoria with another spinning kick!" JR exclaimed as Victoria fell back into the corner, resting against the bottom turnbuckle with a dazed expression on her face. "Damn near knocked the crazy outta Victoria!"

"She certainly loves kicking people in the head doesn't she," King commented in amusement.

Sheree glared down at Victoria, her blue eyes blazing as the woman sat against the bottom turnbuckle in a daze.

"The wheels are turning in the mind of Sheree Louise!" JR said as Sheree ran at the opposite corner, rebounding off it and shooting herself towards the still dazed Victoria with a battle cry. "Sheree has something malicious in mind- OH!"

"Holy crap!" King exclaimed, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight of Freya sliding into the ring and bolting at Sheree, cutting the woman off with a devastating lariat that sent her flipping off her arm. "Freya just obliterated Sheree!"

"What a lariat! My god what a lariat!" JR cried out, as Freya, not wasting anytime, quickly dragged a dazed and stunned Sheree back onto her feet with a snarl, hooking Sheree's arms for a second time, much to the fans raising excitement. "And now Freya! Not wasting any time! She's looking for the Pedigree! Can she nail it this time?!"

"Oh no!" King yelled in horror as Freya jumped, laying out Sheree with the Pedigree, planting the woman face first into the mat, the fans erupting into a rousing reaction.

"The Pedigree!" JR exclaimed. "Freya hit the Pedigree on Sheree! Dead center in the middle of the ring!"

Freya turned Sheree onto her back and went for the cover, hooking the far leg as the fans counted the pin with the referee. "It's academic for Sheree at this point!"

"No! No!" King repeated, disappointed that Freya managed to catch Sheree out.

One!

"That's gotta be it!" JR exclaimed.

Two!

"Sheree's dreams is about to-"

Th-!

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Freya cursed, her back exploding with a shot of pain, the fans crying out in shock at what they just saw.

"W-What?!" King gasped in bewilderment, total shock in his voice.

Freya turned whilst favouring her back with an irritated scowl, glaring up at Victoria.

"Victoria broke up the pin!" JR cried out.

"But why?!" King exclaimed, still shocked and confused. "Did she forget that eliminations are in effect in this match?!"

Freya rose to her feet, shaking her head in annoyance before getting in Victoria's face, her hazel eyes wide with bubbling rage. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"She's mine!" Victoria spat in Freya's face, eyes wild with rage as she pointed at Sheree's motionless form. "I'm the one who's gonna take her out! Not you!"

"Are you kidding me right now?!"

Victoria invaded Freya's personal space, shoving a finger in the Queen of Queens face, making Freya's face contort into a thick dark and furious scowl. "This is the one thing you are not taking from me! She is MINE!"

"If you don't get that finger outta my face this instant, I'll tear it off!"

"Oh yeah?" Victoria growled in fury, shoving the woman. The fans oohed at the sight, Freya looking off to the side with a scowl of rage. "Just try it! I dare you!"

A bout of silent obscenities flew out of Freya's mouth as she glowered at the woman, her boiling temper raging in indignation at Victoria's blatant disrespect. "You did NOT just push me!"

"Uh-oh! Things are getting heated here!" King noted with apprehension as Freya and Victoria snarled and snapped at each other, their foreheads an inch away from touching, eyes wild and furious as they yelled in each other's face. The fans cheered in anticipation for a brawl, chanting 'Fight! Fight! Fight!'

"They're about to come to blows JR!"

"Victoria and Freya have never gotten along," JR said. "Victoria did not seem pleased about Freya possibly eliminating Sheree. She wants to be the one to get rid of Sheree."

"Hey, hey! Look!" King suddenly exclaimed, the fans standing and cheering.

Freya and Victoria looked to their right, eyes widening as Sheree backed flipped off the left top ropes opposite the stage.

"OHHH MY GOODNESS!" JR cried out as Sheree connected with a moonsault off the corner ropes, colliding with both Victoria and Freya, the fans cheering wildly at Sheree's show of athleticism. "My lord what a moonsault!"

"She took em' both out!" King exclaimed.

Freya rolled out of the ring and onto the floor, stunned, while Sheree immediately hooked Victoria's leg, going for a pin attempt on the veteran.

"And now Sheree taking advantage of the situation, looking to eliminate Victoria!" JR exclaimed.

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2...

"Three- No!" JR cried out, a loud 'OHHH!' resounding throughout the building as Victoria barely managed to kick out. Sheree ran her hands through her hair, resting her head against Victoria's prone form, frustration clear on her face. "Victoria kicked out! My god what a match!"

"Wow! That was close! That was really close!" King gasped with a breathless chuckle.

Sheree steadily rose up and rested on her knees, glaring down at the dazed older woman, wondering what it would take for her to defeat Victoria and Freya, as both women were proving to be difficult for her to put away.

"This action-packed Divas match will continue after this short break!" JR said as Raw went to another commercial break.

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"We are live in Greensboro, North Carolina for Monday Night Raw!" JR exclaimed, as Victoria whipped Sheree into the corner opposite the time-keepers area with excessive force.

"Oh! Ouch!" King exclaimed as Sheree's back bounced off the turnbuckle, making her slam face first into the mat with a cry of pain.

"Divas Fatal-4-Way action with eliminations in effect," JR said, as Victoria slowly stalked towards Sheree with a dark grin, the fans watching on restlessly. "One combatant, Mickie James, has already been eliminated."

"These women are putting everything on the line for a shot at championship glory!" Victoria grabbed Sheree by the hair, pulling her up onto her feet and forcing her against the turnbuckle. Victoria wrapped her hand around Sheree's face, digging her fingernails into Sheree's cheeks as she leered down at her. "Neither are willing to give up just yet! They'll go down swinging if they have to!"

"You think you're worth something huh?" Victoria snarled in Sheree's face, forcing her to lean back against the ropes. "You're nothing!"

Victoria suddenly hauled her free hand back and slapped Sheree across the face, making the fans release a sharp 'Ohhh!' as Sheree rested her arm over the top ropes, hunching over whilst favouring her swollen cheeks with a grimace.

"Good grief," King mumbled as Victoria scowled down at Sheree. "Victoria has been dominating this match since the break!"

"Victoria did not take kindly to Sheree's words earlier," JR stated. "And she's making her, and Freya by extension, pay for it."

Victoria forced Sheree against the turnbuckles again, and then hauled her up onto the top turnbuckle, putting Sheree's legs outside the ring ropes.

"Oh no," King noted with apprehension as Victoria climbed up onto the middle ropes, draping Sheree's arm over her shoulders, the fans standing up in restless anticipation. "Victoria has cruel intentions in mind for Sheree!"

"Victoria on the second ropes. Could be going for a superplex here," JR stated, as Victoria used her impressive power to pull Sheree up until she was standing on the top ropes, attempting to suplex the brunette Bostonian off them.

"Oh boy! OH BOY!" King cried out as Sheree's feet wiggled and dangled in the air, the fans screaming out in extreme worry as Victoria powered her up and off the top turnbuckle, suspending her upside down in the air for a brief moment, before Sheree's constant wiggling and kicking forced Victoria to let her back down onto the turnbuckle. "That was dangerous! I was worried for a moment there!"

"You and me both," JR replied as Victoria attempted to launch Sheree off the ropes again, but determined not to get superplexed, Sheree locked her legs around the ring ropes and drove her fist into Victoria's ribs in rapid, almost desperate succession. "Sheree, desperately fighting with all she's got out of this predicament."

"Oh, what a shot!" King exclaimed, as Sheree eventually got free of Victoria's grasp and caught her in the jaw with a stiff forearm, the fans wincing at the sight. "Victoria got rocked with that shot!"

"Caught her right in the jaw," JR noted, as Victoria held onto the top ropes in an effort to stop herself from falling off the ropes, shaking her head in a daze.

Seeing her chance, Sheree lifted her legs over the ropes and back into the ring, slamming her right boot into Victoria's chest, kicking the older woman off the second ropes and sending her back-first into the canvas below. "And Sheree kicks Victoria away! She's finally got some much needed space!"

As Victoria rolled and stumbled back up onto her feet, Sheree stood up on the second ropes, glaring down at Victoria.

"Now Sheree's got cruel intentions in mind," King said. "What could she be up to here?"

Using the second ropes as a launch-pad, Sheree sprang herself up onto the top ropes, spinning in mid-jump so that she was facing the crowd, and then, to shocked gasps from the fans, the Headstrong Diva launched herself backwards off the ropes for a moonsault. "WHOA!"

"Oh! The athleticism of Sheree Louise!" JR cried out as Sheree back-flipped through the air... only for Victoria to catch her on her right shoulder! "Oh my! Oh my gosh!"

"Oh my god!" King yelled out in shock, the fans screaming as Sheree wiggled franticly with wide eyes, trying to get free of Victoria's grip. Victoria shook her head with a scowl, refusing to release the younger woman. "She caught her! I don't believe it!"

"Victoria caught Sheree in mid-air!" JR called out as Victoria stumbled back a bit from the sudden increase in weight, but managed to maintain her footing.

"Nice try brat!" the veteran growled, before taking off in a run.

"Oh no!" King cried out, the fans reacting with a loud, verbal gasp as Victoria slammed Sheree back-first into the mat with extreme force. "Oh!"

"Powerslam!" JR exclaimed as Victoria immediately hooked the far leg, scowling at the fans as the referee counted the pin. "Slamming Sheree back-first into the mat! And now going for the cover, hooking the far leg!"

1...

"Could this be it for Sheree?!"

2...

"No! Sheree kicks out!"

The fans cried out with a gasp as Sheree powered out, holding a fist up as Victoria leaned back on her knees, glaring down at the young woman with a snarl. "Sheree's still in this, but Victoria really caught her by surprise with that powerslam!"

"Wow! That was close! Victoria is absolutely dominating Sheree!" King noted. "Every time you think Sheree gets some breathing room, Victoria shuts her down!"

"That just comes down to experience," JR replied, as Victoria rose to her feet, a dark smile sliding across her face as she leered down at Sheree, watching as she rolled onto her front. "Victoria has been in the game longer than Sheree has."

Victoria watched with a grin as Sheree slowly pulled herself towards the ropes opposite the hard cams, taunting the young woman with small kicks to her body that had little power to them.

"Come on brat!" Victoria taunted, catching the woman in the ribs with her boot, making her flinch.

"Victoria is just playing with Sheree now," King noted with a shake of his head. "I wonder if she's even taking her seriously anymore."

"I don't believe Victoria was taking Sheree seriously to begin with," JR stated. "Sheree just so happened to tick her off enough to want to hurt her. To want to make Sheree suffer."

Sheree grabbed the bottom ropes, trying to use them to lift herself up onto her feet, but Victoria had other ideas, pressing her foot on the hand that was holding the ropes, making Sheree cry out and desperately try to push Victoria's boot off her fingers with her free hand as the older woman pressed her weight down on them.

"Ah, ah, the fingers! She's stepping on her fingers!" King winced as Victoria smirked, grinding her boot into Sheree's fingers, finding the brunette haired woman's pain amusing.

"Victoria's just torturing Sheree for her own dark amusement now," JR stated with a note of disgust in his voice.

"Not so cocky now huh," Victoria drawled, the fans starting to boo the woman as the she mockingly and repeatedly assaulted the back of Sheree's head with little stomps that had no power behind them, her taunting smirk widening as Sheree released a growl of frustration. "Didn't you say you were gonna eat me alive?"

Victoria eventually relented, stepping off Sheree's fingers and allowing the woman to move away from her, favouring her fingers.

"If you're wondering where Freya is, she's somewhere in the crowd," King mentioned as Victoria calmly grabbed a hold of Sheree's hair and forced her to her feet. "Victoria wanted Sheree to herself so badly, she took Freya out into the crowd!"

The cameras briefly showed Freya sitting against the wall that led to the upper levels of the crowd, the fans around her trying to encourage the woman to get up.

Victoria meanwhile, scooped Sheree up and slammed her back-first into the canvas.

"Nice scoop-slam from Victoria," JR praised as Victoria positioned Sheree in line with the nearest turnbuckle.

"Let me show you how it's done!" Victoria snapped down at Sheree's supine form, stamping on Sheree's stomach, making her groan in pain as Victoria walked over her, before climbing up the ropes.

"Wait a minute!" King cried out, the fans watching with surprise as Victoria scaled the ropes. "Don't tell me... Victoria isn't thinking of trying a moonsault from up there is she?!"

"Victoria normally does a moonsault of the standing variety," JR noted. "It's very rare for her to try it from the top ropes."

As soon as Victoria perched herself up onto the top ropes and stood up, Sheree sprang up to her feet.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" King cried out, the fans yelling in anticipation as Sheree quickly scaled up to the middle ropes, grabbing Victoria from behind and putting her head underneath Victoria's arm. "This is dangerous! This is really, really dangerous!"

"Sheree looking for a belly-to-back superplex!" JR exclaimed as Victoria sat down onto the turnbuckles, punching at Sheree, trying frantically not to get superplexed. "Victoria, trying desperately to fight out of it!"

"Be careful ladies!" King cried out, worry in his voice. The fans cheered in rising excitement when they saw Freya pulling herself up over the barricade and rushing into the ring. "Look it's Freya! Freya's back!"

Freya immediately positioned herself underneath Sheree, grabbing her thighs, much to the woman's rising apprehension, looking down at Freya in horror. "Oh no! Don't do that!"

"This is bound to end in disaster!" JR exclaimed as the fans roared in anticipation.

"No! NO!" Sheree exclaimed in fear as Freya tried to pull her off the ropes.

Neither Sheree nor Victoria could stop what happened next. The fans reached a small fever pitch as Freya pulled Sheree off the ropes, the youngest of the three women pulling Victoria with her.

"Oh my GOOOOD!" King shrieked, the fans releasing a monstrous 'OHHH!' as Freya powerbombed Sheree into the canvas, while at the same time, Victoria crashed into the mat back-first, being back superplexed off the top turnbuckle by Sheree, with such force that she flipped onto her front.

"OHHH! What devastating impact!" JR exclaimed, both Sheree and Victoria laying motionless in the ring, while Freya slumped against the corner, panting as the fans went wild. "All three women are down and out!"

"Did you see how Victoria landed?!" King cried out. "I think she landed on her neck!"

Freya sank to the bottom turnbuckle, panting in exhaustion as she sat against them, while the fans continued to roar out in excitement and appreciation. "Lets check that out again. That was nuts!"

Replays were shown of the destructive Tower of Doom, the fans wincing and gasping at the sight of Victoria landing on the back of her neck, before flipping onto her stomach in a motionless heap. "Oh my god..."

"Victoria landed badly off the Tower of Doom," JR noted with a wince as they went back to the action. "Sheree didn't fare any better either. Freya gave her one hell of a powerbomb!"

Freya stumbled to her feet, grabbing Sheree's arm as she stirred, snarling as she dragged Sheree into the middle of the ring. Victoria rolled out of the ring, favouring the back of her neck with a pained scowl. "And now Freya smells blood in the water! Taking advantage!"

"Sheree can hardly stand!" King exclaimed as Freya grabbed Sheree by her brunette locks, pulling the near limp woman up onto her feet with a growl and into a uranage position. "Uh-oh!"

"Freya's going for it again!" JR exclaimed as Freya paused, glaring out into the crowd that was reacting loudly in excitement, knowing exactly what she was going for. "Freya's gonna attempt the Mjolnir again!"

Freya lifted Sheree off the mat, but Sheree, suddenly hyper-aware of the extreme danger she was in, caught Freya near the ear with an elbow, stunning her. "Oh!"

"Look at this!" King cried out as Sheree drove desperate elbows into the side of Freya's face, trying to get free of her grasp.

"Sheree fighting with all she's got!" JR cried out. "She doesn't want to be on the receiving end of the Mjolnir! Freya trying to maintain her grip with all she can muster!"

With one last elbow strike, Sheree finally got free of Freya's grasp, both women stumbling away from each other, with Freya favouring the side of her face.

"Sheree got free!" King cried out.

"Sheree escapes the Mjolnir attempt, but it ain't over yet!" JR noted, Freya scowling at Sheree as the Bostonian struggled to stay on her feet, and bolted at the brunette haired woman.

"Watch out!" King exclaimed as Sheree barely ducked Freya's lariat attempt, grabbing the woman's outstretched arm, and twisting her around into a DDT position, wrapping her arm around Freya's head. The fans reacted accordingly. "Wait a minute!"

"Sheree's looking for the Snapshot!" JR exclaimed, a look of pure unbridled aggression and passion on Sheree's face as the fans cheered at the sight. "Her finishing manoeuvre!"

"She's gonna hit Freya with the Snapshot?!" King exclaimed in shock as Freya tried to wriggle out of Sheree's attempt to hit her finishing move, but her effort was futile. Sheree's grip was locked on tight. "AH!"

Sheree started with an impaler DDT launch, lifting Freya off the mat to swing her body through the air.

"Sheree! SHEREE!" JR yelled out as the fans roared out, watching as Sheree, still swinging Freya through the air, stretched her legs out in a sitout position, turning her finisher into a facebuster in mid swing. "The Snapshot! She hit it!"

"Oh my gosh!" King exclaimed, eyes wide as Sheree planted Freya face first into the canvas between her outstretched legs, the fans cheering loudly at the sight. "She actually hit the Snapshot on Freya?!"

"But Sheree can't capitalise!" JR exclaimed, as Sheree fell back as soon as she had managed to hit the Snapshot, spread eagled as Freya laid motionless and prone between the woman's outstretched legs. "She's too exhausted! Still feeling the effects of the Tower of Doom!"

"Get up Sheree!" King called out, the fans crying out with him. "Pin her!"

Sheree stirred, rolling onto her front. Looking in Freya's direction, her eyes widened at the sight of the Queen of Queens' unmoving form. Sheree looked at the fans and at Freya, her eyes wide as the fans implored her to capitalise. "Yes Sheree! You laid her out! Now capitalise! This is your moment!"

Sheree scrambled to her feet, grabbing Freya's motionless form and pulling the woman's limp form up with a desperate yell, the fans cheering loudly as she looked to attempt a second Snapshot.

"Sheree! Going for the Snapshot again!" JR exclaimed. "She wants to put an exclamation point on this match and eliminate Freya once and for all!"

"Freya is out on her feet!" King cried out, eyes wide. "She has no way of stopping this!"

Before Sheree could even attempt the Snapshot, she was suddenly grabbed from underneath and behind, being rolled onto her back, getting caught completely by surprise! "Whoa wait what?!"

"Victoria!" JR exclaimed, the fans crying out as Sheree flailed her legs in the air, trying desperately to kick out, doubling her efforts when she felt Victoria grab the strap of her belt for leverage. "Victoria with the schoolgirl pin! She caught Sheree completely off guard!"

"She's got a hold of her pants!" King cried out as the referee counted the pin. "Stop ref! Stop!"

One!

Two!

Thre-

"Victoria's gonna steal this- No Sheree kicked out!" JR exclaimed, the fans crying out in shock at how close Sheree was to being eliminated, powering out a few moments before the final three count. "My god Sheree kicked out!"

"Ah!" King shrieked. "My heart nearly jumped outta my throat- Ohhh! Oh god!"

Sheree rolled onto her knees, only for Victoria to catch her in the face with a stiff knee, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight. "Oh my goodness!"

"God, what a knee to the face!" JR exclaimed as Sheree fell back on her knees, her eyes wide in a daze. "Victoria just about knocked Sheree's lights out!"

Victoria looked between Sheree's dazed form and Freya, who was beginning to stir, as if trying to decide who to go after first, before pointing at Freya with a glower.

"Victoria's going after Freya!" King yelled out, as the two-tone haired woman grabbed Freya by her long black hair and pulled her to her feet. With impressive strength, Victoria lifted and flipped Freya up and over her right shoulder until they were back to back, with the back of Freya's head held securely across Victoria's shoulder, while her legs were hooked over Victoria's legs. "Oh no!"

"Victoria's going for the Widow's Peak!" JR exclaimed as Victoria snarled at the fans that were crying out at the sight. "Freya is completely helpless!"

Victoria dropped into a seated position, driving her shoulder into the back of Freya's head, whilst at the same time driving Freya's knees into the canvas, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact of Freya's head bouncing off Victoria's broad shoulder.

"Ohh!" King exclaimed as Freya fell onto her stomach, seemingly unconscious. "The Widow's Peak! Not even Freya can get back up from that."

"The Widow's Peak connects!" JR said as Victoria smirked sadistically at the crowd, before turning Freya over and going for the pin, making sure to position Freya's limp form so that the vindictive Californian was facing the slowly recovering Sheree. "And now Victoria, going for the pin, staring a hole through Sheree!"

1...

2...

3!

"And Freya is gone! Freya is out!"

The fans booed and groaned, angry and disappointed that Freya had been eliminated.

"Damn... I'm actually shocked," King muttered as Victoria kept her position over Freya, a wide crazed smile stretching across her face as she made eye contact with Sheree, who was now staring at the woman in frozen shock as she kneeled on the canvas. "I didn't think Freya would get eliminated! Heck! She was my pick to win!"

"Freya has been eliminated!" Lilian announced as Victoria continued to smile at a wide-eyed Sheree, tilting her head in crazed amusement.

"I didn't expect Sheree to get this far either," King stated, as the fans began to calm down from their anger, watching with keen interest as Victoria and Sheree stared at one another.

"Neither did I. Judging by the expression on her face, neither did Sheree to a degree," JR commented. "But regardless, Sheree has made it this far. But it ain't over yet."

Victoria slowly and methodically rose to her feet, still smirking at Sheree as Freya rolled out of the ring. Sheree glared at the older woman, slowly rising to her feet as well, neither woman taking their eyes off the other. "If Sheree is hoping to win, she has a tall order ahead of her. Victoria, the woman she insulted earlier, stands in Sheree's way. Which one of these women will be going to the Royal Rumble?"

"I want Sheree to win, but I just don't see her beating a veteran like Victoria!" King stated as both Sheree and Victoria calmly and slowly circled the ring. Victoria had a certain amount of swagger in her step as she circled the ring, smirking darkly at Sheree in smug amusement, while Sheree had a look of focused determination on her face. "Especially after she bad-mouthed Victoria to her face! You just know Victoria isn't gonna let her get away with that. Up until this point Sheree has gotten this far due to luck, and I have a feeling that luck is about to run out. No way Sheree gets past Victoria."

"Well, Sheree will be the judge of that," JR replied.

Both Victoria and Sheree continued to glare at each other, the fans loud cheering starting to become background noise for the two women. Neither woman knew it, but in that brief moment, they both came to the same conclusion; They hate losing.

And after their heated exchange of words, neither seemed all that happy at the thought of losing to the other.

Sheree and Victoria slowly approached each other, until they were stood face-to-face, never taking their eyes off the other. A smirk crossed Victoria's face as she looked into Sheree's determined gaze.

"And now it's just you and me brat," the older woman snarled lowly, her smirk widening as the look in Sheree's blue eyes darkened. "What makes you think you can beat me? You're nothing more than a little girl in a woman's world."

Sheree smirked in response. "I don't think I can beat you Victoria. I know I can beat you."

The smirk on Victoria's face was replaced by a small scowl.

"Oh no!" King cried out as Victoria suddenly slapped Sheree hard across the face, the Greensboro fans letting loose a loud gasp as Sheree's head whipped to the side.

"Oh," JR exclaimed. "Victoria with a slap to the face of Sheree!"

"That was a "Don't mess with me" slap!" King added with a chuckle.

"You think you're tough shit huh?!" Victoria growled, roughly shoving the younger woman. Sheree frowned and released a frustrated sigh, running her hand through her brunette locks, her cheek stinging as Victoria continued to run her mouth. "That's what you get for disrespecting me you worthless little bi-"

The fans broke out into a loud ruckus cheer when Sheree turned on Victoria and caught her in the face with a stiff forearm, almost making her stumble off her feet from the surprise and suddenness of the forearm.

"Whoa!" King cried out.

"Oh! My god, Sheree just jacked the jaw of Victoria!" JR exclaimed as Sheree gave Victoria a menacing glare, who was favouring the side of her jaw, staring at the younger woman in shock.

"That was one heck of a forearm!" King cried out in shock, eyes wide.

"Sheree tellin' Victoria "Do not mess with me!" JR added.

Victoria scowled at Sheree in uncontrollable rage, before tackling the younger woman to the ground, wailing on her with rage-filled punches to the face, with Sheree trying desperately to protect her face with her arms. "And here we go! We've gotta brawl on our hands!"

"Victoria has lost it!" King cried out as the fans cheered in excitement.

Sheree eventually managed to get her legs underneath Victoria, kicking the older woman off her, both scrambling to their feet. Victoria reacted first, knocking Sheree off her feet with a punch to the face. "OH!"

"Victoria, returning the favour!" JR exclaimed.

"Man... she nearly punched Sheree's head off!" King added.

Sheree only had time to place a hand on her cheek with a pained grimace before Victoria grabbed a fist full of her hair, forcefully pulling her back onto her feet. "Oh no, Victoria looks really, really angry right now!"

Victoria dragged Sheree to the corner, smashing her face-first into the top turnbuckle and assaulting her with angry hard punches.

"Victoria now, assaulting Sheree with rapid, vicious shots!" JR noted as Sheree slowly sank to the bottom turnbuckle, completely overwhelmed by Victoria's violent assault. The fans began to boo heavily when Victoria switched to viciously stomping away at the brunette Bostonian, a dark scowl on her face as she kept up the assault. "Victoria is absolutely relentless! And the referee can do naught about it!"

"Oh boy... Victoria is very, very scary when she gets like this!" King added fearfully.

Victoria eventually relented on her vicious assault on Sheree, stepping back and looking down at Sheree with a cruel smirk, breathing heavily as she began to calm down a bit.

"And finally, Victoria relents, but the damage has already been done," JR said, the fans booing the older woman. Sheree sat against the turnbuckle padding, a dazed and wide-eyed look on her face. "O-Oh no... Sheree is in a bad, bad way."

"Well I can't say she didn't have it coming to her," King said with a pinch of remorse. "I feel for her, but she shouldn't have poked the bear the way she did."

Victoria ignored the fans displeasure at her actions, leaning forward until she was face-to-face with Sheree, laughing at the look on her face.

"Awww, what happened to all that bravado?!" Victoria asked mockingly, chuckling at the look on Sheree's face as she glowered at the older woman through the pain.

"That's what happens when you act tough ya lil brat! You have no idea who you-" Sheree shoved Victoria's face away from her, making the fans gasp in shock.

"Oh no!" King cried out.

"An act of defiance from Sheree!" JR exclaimed.

"You shouldn't have done that Sheree!" King yelled out in worry as the expression on Victoria's face changed from mocking satisfaction to rage in seconds, before viciously kneeing Sheree in the face, the fans letting loose a loud 'Ohhh!' and wincing at the impact. "Oh god!"

"Oh my god! Oh my god what sickening impact!" JR exclaimed as Sheree seemingly went limb in the corner, her hair covering her face.

"Sheree looks absolutely out of it right now! Is she even conscious?!" King asked, dreading the answer.

Victoria scowled down at Sheree's slumped form before grabbing a fist full of Sheree's hair, dragging her out into the middle of the ring with an intense look in her eyes.

"And now Victoria, looking to take advantage," JR noted as the two-toned haired woman forced Sheree onto her feet, lifting her up until her back was against Victoria's, while her head was placed over her shoulder, Sheree's legs hooking over Victoria's thighs. "Victoria is looking to end this once and for all!"

"Oh no! This could be bad!" King exclaimed. "If Victoria hits this, it's over!"

Victoria dropped into a sitting position, smashing the back of Sheree's head against her shoulder, whilst at the same time smashing Sheree's knees into the canvas, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the impact.

"Oh, the Widow's Peak connects! What impact!" JR exclaimed as Sheree stilled on her knees, her arms limp, before falling forwards face first into the mat, unmoving.

"God..." King muttered, shaking his head as the scowl on Victoria's face turned into a victorious smug smirk, leering at the loud fans in attendance. "Sheree ain't getting up from that."

Victoria pulled Sheree's still form towards her and flipped the younger woman onto her back, going for the cover, hooking the near-leg.

"There's the cover, this could be all she wrote..." JR said.

1...

"What a valiant effort from Sheree, but-"

2...

"Wait, WHAT?!" King shrieked as Sheree bridged her shoulders off the mat at the last second, making Victoria's mouth hang open in shock, eyes wide as the fans cried out in shock.

"Sheree kicks out! Sheree kicked out!" JR exclaimed in shock. "She bridged out of the pin!"

"I-I don't believe it!" King exclaimed as Sheree laid on her back, panting, her eyes glazed over. "Look at her! She's still out of it! I don't think she knows what she just did!"

"Sheree unconsciously bridged out of the Widow's Peak! I don't think I've ever seen anything like that!" JR cried out in equal shock as Victoria glowered up at the referee. "And Victoria is livid!"

"I don't blame her!" King added. "No one kicks out of the Widow's Peak!"

"That better have been a three count..." she snarled through gritted teeth, making the official gulp as she stood up.

"I-I-"

"That better have been a three count!" the veteran repeated in rage.

"I-I'm sorry Victoria but that was a two count..." the official answered. That set Victoria off.

"DON'T BULLSHIT ME!" she roared. "THAT WAS A THREE! THIS MATCH SHOULD BE OVER!"

Again, the referee rebutted Victoria's claim, making her even more angry. Victoria gripped at her hair, heaving in rage as she snarled at the referee, before slowly turning her rage filled eyes on Sheree.

"Victoria looks like she's about to snap!" King exclaimed with worry in his voice as Victoria backed away from Sheree's prone unmoving form, glaring down at her with pure hatred pulsing through her eyes.

"Victoria is all out of sorts! I don't think she knows what to do anymore!" JR added as Victoria pulled at her hair and screamed in frustration. "Sheree kicking out of the Widow's Peak has thrown her completely off the deep end!"

Victoria suddenly advanced on Sheree, lifting her up until the young woman was on her knees, being forced to look up into Victoria's enraged face.

"I'm gonna tear you apart, you hear me?! YOU WON'T EVER WANT TO WRESTLE AGAIN WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU!" Victoria roared in Sheree's face before lifting Sheree off the mat, looking to hit a second Widow's Peak, glaring at the Greensboro fans with a nasty, rage-filled expression on her face.

"She's gonna do another one?!" King exclaimed, the fans crying out in horror and slight fear as they saw the slightly deranged look on Victoria's face.

"She's gonna kill the poor girl!" JR cried out in horror.

With a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline, Sheree shot to life, hyper-aware of the danger she was in, and began to wriggle and move, kicking her legs out and frustrating Victoria to no end. "Sheree fighting it! She's fighting it with all she's got! A last desperate attempt!"

"Come on Sheree!" King cheered her on.

Sheree somehow, someway, wiggled out of the Widow's Peak, much to the fans relief and Victoria's rising anger, catching Victoria completely off guard by rolling the older woman over into a schoolgirl pin attempt. "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

"Sheree got out of the Widow's Peak! She's caught Victoria completely off guard!" JR exclaimed.

1...

"One! Two!"

2...

3!

"THREEE! SHE GOT IT!"

"WHAT?!" King yelled out, eyes wide as the referee rang for the bell, "Headstrong" playing throughout the arena to shocked screaming and cheering from the fans. "She got her!"

"Sheree has done it! Sheree has pinned Victoria!" JR exclaimed as Sheree quickly rolled out of the ring and literally collapsed onto the floor, before Victoria could get her hands on her.

"Oh my god!" King exclaimed as the fans continued to cheer loudly out of surprise.

"Sheree is going to the Royal Rumble!" JR added as Sheree sat at the bottom of the entrance ramp with the referee raising her arm in victory, a shocked and exhausted look on her face. "She's going to compete for a future championship opportunity inside the legendary Madison Square Garden in four weeks! What an upset!"

"Here is your winner, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced, as Victoria sat in the middle of the ring with her mouth hanging open in shock, the fans cheering even louder at the announcement.

"Sheree was up against the three most elite athletes the women's division has to offer! Three former champions of women's wrestling in WWE!" JR exclaimed. "And Sheree, against all odds, just overcame all three of them!"

"I've gotta say I'm impressed! Maybe 2008 will be Sheree's year!" King said as a smirk slowly stretched across Sheree's face, directing it at Victoria, who was now hitting the mat in frustration whilst screaming in outrage.

Sheree finally managed to stand back up, smirk widening as Victoria continued to have a tantrum in the middle of the ring. The young woman held both arms up in victory whilst backing up the ramp, receiving a positive reaction from the fans in the process.

Backstage, Melina watched Sheree celebrate with clear bewilderment. She was unimpressed, and clearly didn't take the Bostonian woman seriously as a potential challenger for her Women's Championship.

. . . .

Sheree stepped into the canteen area with, Lisa all smiles as they met up with Mickie, Charlotte and some of the other Divas. Randy Orton was also there along with Jeff Hardy.

On their way through the gorilla, they were immediately showered with praise from the agents and producers that worked inside the gorilla. Dray was ecstatic. Even Mr. McMahon, who was always in the gorilla, smiled and praised them for doing a great job. Both women were on cloud nine at the moment. From the looks on Mickie and Charlotte's face, they were also feeling pretty pleased with themselves.

"That was great ladies!" Jeff commented. "The entire arena was eating the whole match up!"

"Thanks Jeff," Sheree replied with an exhausted smile.

Randy rubbed the back of his head. "It was a great match, but when did you add the chair?"

"We got together this morning and talked about how we could make it different from previous Diva matches," Charlotte explained. "Not that we'll be using weapons in every multi-woman match... like you guys."

Randy frowned. "That's harsh Charlotte! Give us a break! We have to up the excitement somehow!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes but didn't comment.

"Well it was a good thing you did add the chair! That Mick Kick with the chair was golden!" Sheree praised Mickie James, making her rub the back of her head with a blush.

"Thanks! I don't think I'd be able to pull that off again though," the Jacksonville beauty replied with a chuckle.

"Speaking of... are you okay?" Lisa asked Mickie with a worried expression on her face.

"I hit you a little hard," she said, referring to the chair shot to the face that she gave Mickie.

Mickie chuckled and waved Victoria's concern off. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

Sheree then turned to Randy, a smug smirk on her face. "So... What do you think? Better than you right?"

Kerry snickered while Randy just snorted.

"Only in your dreams short stack! You can't handle this!" he replied with his arms stretched out in a cocky manner.

"You just carry on tough guy! One day I'll wipe the floor with you!" Sheree replied, her smirk widening, making Randy scoff and narrow his eyes at her playfully.

"Wow. I never thought I'd see the day when Randy Orton goes quiet!"

They turned to see Christy walking towards them, a grin on her face. The Divas greeted the woman, and she greeted them back, before she turned to Sheree. "Dray forgot to tell you something. So could you come with me, please?"

"Okay. See you guys later!" Sheree said to the others as she walked off with Christy.

"So, what next?" Lisa asked. At that Kerry let loose an evil smirk.

"More fun," she replied darkly, making Randy and Jeff shiver slightly, while the rest of the women chuckled.

"I feel sorry for Matt," Randy whispered to Jeff, making him nod in agreement, gulping slightly at the mischievous look on Kerry's face.

. . . .

Later...

"Man he just... Jeff Hardy just keeps gettin' better and better," JR said, amusement in his voice as Jeff Hardy stepped onto the apron with a smirk. He was currently facing Santino Marella, and looked set to hit the exclamation point, having just driven his boots into Santino's gut. The poor Italian didn't seem to have any idea what was coming next, completely unaware that he was now in the drop zone.

"SWANTON IN GREENSBORO!" the Charismatic Enigma yelled, receiving a loud and excited roar from the fans in response, which only got louder as Jeff climbed the turnbuckles, looking down at Santino Marella as Maria and Carlito looked on in worry. "Every single night, and-"

"JEFF! HEY JEFF!"

Jeff Hardy, who was about to hit the Swanton Bomb on Santino Marella, frowned and turned to find Randy Orton's angry face on the titantron. The fans immediately voiced their displeasure at seeing Randy Orton, booing his appearance harshly.

"I bet you feel really good with your... momentum and everything," the WWE Champion growled. "It's too bad you're gonna have to ring in the new year, bringing your brother Matt, to the emergency room huh?"

Jeff climbed off the second ropes, and stood on the apron, a look of absolute horror and grief appearing on his face as Randy reached down, pulling his beaten and battered older brother up to his knees by his hair, the fans booing in rage at the sight.

"Cuz I kicked him where is appendix used to be!"

Randy scowled through the camera, snarling in sadistic glee at the horrified look on Jeff Hardy's face as Matt weakly tried to fight out of the champion's grip. "And that ain't the only place I'm gonna kick him!"

Before Orton could do or say anything else, Kerry came out of nowhere and punted Matt's head out of Orton's hands, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'OHHH!' while Jeff looked on in horror as his brother fell to the floor in a unmoving heap.

"Good lord!" JR exclaimed as the fans booed in anger, not at all pleased with the actions of Randy Orton and Kerry.

"My god..." King muttered in horror, utterly speechless.

"She damn near kicked his head off!" JR shouted in anger. "What an evil..."

Kerry and Randy leered down at Matt's broken, still form, soaking in the boos of rage that the fans directed at them. Kerry fixed her jeans jacket, before slowly looking up and facing the camera with an evil smirk, enjoying the horror on Jeff Hardy's face. Her cold blue eyes were almost shining with malice intent. She looked down at Matt before looking back at Jeff and chuckled evilly.

"Sorry Jeff. I mistook your older brother's head for a soccer ball," she commented in a nonchalant manner, acting as though she hadn't just kicked a man's skull in.

She chuckled again, her smirk widening as Randy put an arm around her and leered at a frozen Jeff through the camera.

"Let this be a warning to you Jeff," Kerry droned, her blue eyes glowing with sick amusement.

"Be mindful of who you mess with! They may decide to take it out on your family!"

With that, the titantron cut off as Jeff suddenly bolted up the narrow walkway and headed backstage, not caring if he was counted out. He just wanted to see if his brother was okay and make Orton and Kerry pay.

"I can't believe what that woman did..." JR muttered quietly.

"I can't believe what we just saw," King added. "Jeff-"

Officials and staff crowded around a still Matt Hardy, trying to get him to respond to their calls. Neither Kerry nor Randy was anywhere to be found.

"WHERE'S MY BROTHER! MATT! MATT!"

Jeff slid into view of the cameras, looking down at his unconscious older brother.

"Matt! Oh god!" Jeff exclaimed in horror at his brother's condition, kneeling by him. He ignored the officials demands to calm down.

"What are you waiting for?!" he snapped at them. "Get a doctor or something! Come on!"

He looked down at his unconscious brother, still and unmoving. He tried to call out to him, but he got no response. He could still see that damn smirk on that blonde witches face, mocking him, laughing at his brother's pain.

"DAMN IT!" Jeff yelled in frustration and anger, abruptly standing up and moving away from Matt as the doctor's finally showed up. An eerie hush fell over the audience. They still couldn't quite believe what they just saw.

Jeff paced with his head in his hands, a dark glare on his face.

They are gonna pay! They are gonna pay big time for this!

. . . .

Later that night...

Christy was resting on the balcony of her hotel room, snuggled up to Dray as they watched the fireworks display in the night sky. Even though 2008 was still a few nights away, a couple of residents of Greensboro had already begun to celebrate the end of 2007.

Dray looked down to see Christy looking troubled.

"What's up babe?" he asked her.

Christy looked up and sighed when she saw Dray's worried expression. I might as well tell him.

. . . .

{Flashback}

Christy was walking past Mr. McMahon's office when she heard a bit of a commotion from inside.

"I really don't see what the big problem is. You're making a big deal out of nothing!"

Christy's eyes widened slightly. That was Stephanie's voice.

She knew something bad was happening for Stephanie to get so irritated like that.

"I just don't think this will work!"

Christy frowned when she heard John Laurinaitis' voice.

"Sir, do you really believe the fans will be interested If you let the Divas actually wrestle? Can you really tell me that the fans would be interested if the Divas were given actual storyline? Come on! You know they can't draw beyond being anything but eye-candy! Please sir! You have to terminate Dray's project! It's just not worth it!"

Christy seethed at this. Can't draw? Not worth it?! How dare he! What the fuck is his problem?!

"They seem pretty interested to me!" Stephanie snapped back in annoyance.

"I don't see the harm in it. What's wrong with bringing in something new?"

That was Shane's voice. Christy smiled. He was always up for trying new things.

"Didn't you try to get some big time Japanese female wrestlers signed here at one point?" Shane continued. "It's strange to see you of all people against this."

"I-I-"

"Look... Dray asked for a chance so I gave it to him. Besides, I doubt he'll succeed anyway. Give it a year or so. The fans will soon get bored and turn on the whole thing anyway. Dray will either succeed or fail. I expect the latter. I wouldn't worry."

Christy frowned. She was happy that Mr. McMahon at least gave Dray's plan a chance, but he didn't sound too enthusiastic. It almost sounded like... he was only letting Dray do this so he could watch him fail...

They went quiet for a moment until the door started to open. She backed up as Stephanie and Laurinaitis walked out. Christy crossed her arms and stared at John with an impassive, unimpressed expression on her face.

John gulped at the look on her face, and quickly walked off while Stephanie just smiled sheepishly, knowing Christy heard the whole thing.

{End Flashback}

. . . .

Dray remained silent as he recounted what Christy had just told him in his head. He wasn't surprised by what the old man had said. He expected the old man to have some hidden agenda to letting him loose. Hopefully the girls can prove Mr. McMahon wrong. What surprised him was Johnny Laurinaitis. The guy was big in Japan. At one point he was really big on hiring big time female Japanese wrestlers like Aja Kong. He even considered Johnny as a great friend and mentor. So to hear that Johnny Ace was against this greatly confused Dray.

He kissed Christy on the lips, as fireworks continued to light up the sky.

"Don't worry about it babe. I can handle Laurinaitis," he reassured Christy, making her smile.

---

OC Profile

Real Name: Charlotte Jane Smith

Ring Name: Freya

Height: 5'5

Status: WWE Diva, WWE Veteran

Nickname: "The Queen of Queens"

Mentor: Paul Levesque (Triple H)

Trained by: David Finlay, Arn Anderson

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

Billed From: Hartford, Connecticut

Born: March 28, 1979

Debut: 1997 (18)

Age: 28

Signature:
Spinebuster
Mjolnir (Side-slam Backbreaker followed by a short-arm lariat)
Clarent

Finishers:
Pedigree
End Game (Bridging Arm Triangle Choke)

Accomplish/Championships:
2-Time Women's Champion

Themes:
"Break it Down" by DX Band (With DX or Jessie Lauren) (November 10, 1997 – April 5, 1999; June 19, 2006–April 2007)
"My Time" by DX Band (June 27, 1999 – December 10, 2000)
"The Game" by Motorhead (January 8, 2001 - present)
"The Queen of Queens" by Motorhead (female variation of "King of Kings" Edited by Jim Johnston and Christina) (April 2, 2006)

'Goodbye and Goodnight! BANG!'