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

4. No Disqaulfications & Pillow Fights?

Chapter 4: No Disqualifications and... Pillow Fights?

Monday Night Raw: Mohegan Sun Casino - Uncasville, Connecticut, January 7, 2008

Before Raw went on air...

Sheree was seen walking through the corridor, pulling along two suitcases as she headed towards the Divas locker room. She was wearing her favourite hooded leather jacket, a plain black crop top, and skinny faded jeans that was tucked into a pair of converse boots. She got a call from Mickie earlier that tonight was a Raw Roulette special. Sheree shook her head as she remembered how excited Mickie was. She then remembered her conversation with Dray last week after Raw.

"Continue on this path and you'll be well on your way to bigger and brighter things in no time!"

That was Dray's words to her last week. And she couldn't help but smile at possibly being featured in a huge spot in the future. "Whatcha smiling about?"

Sheree turned to see Roxanna walking up to her, holding a duffle bag over her shoulder and pulling along a suitcase of her own. Roxanna was as always, decked out in her leather, white-trimmed bikers jacket, black leather pants, knee-high heeled boots, and a pair of sunglasses that rested atop her head, pushing back her black bangs. In her other hand, she held her black helmet.

"Roxy?! What are you doing on Raw?!" Sheree asked, shocked to see the golden eyed veteran.

Roxanna chuckled at the surprised look on Sheree's face. "I'm gonna appear on Raw tonight. Something bout' a pillow fight."

At that Sheree raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look on her face as she frowned. "A pillow fight? Wasn't Dray gonna try n' steer away from stuff like that? I can't see Tara Stone competing in a... pillow fight..."

"Well, I wasn't given any lingerie, so Dray must have something else planned," Roxanna replied, a thoughtful look appearing on her face, possibly wondering what Dray and Christy could be up to before shaking her head.

"So, did you have a good birthday?" Sheree asked with a smile.

"It was great!" Roxy replied with a huge smile on her face. "The kids were ecstatic to see me again. Look what Faith got me."

The tall veteran pulled out a locket from underneath her crop top, and opened it to reveal a picture of a smiling 8 year old girl, with black hair and gold eyes on one side, while on the other was a picture of a 1 year old baby boy, who had short black hair and dark brown eyes.

"Aww! That's so cute!" Sheree exclaimed as she looked at the pictures, while a soft, small smile appeared on Roxy's face.

"Yeah... she said she was worried that I was feeling homesick, so she got me this. Damn near made me burst into tears!" Roxy exclaimed with a shake of her head.

"She's so sweet! What a thoughtful little girl!" Sheree exclaimed with a smile as Roxanna placed the locket back into her shirt.

"I raised her well," she commented with a grin.

All of a sudden, Sheree felt a pair of hands resting on her shoulders, and turned around to see Melina standing behind her with a slight smirk, the Women's Championship being held securely over her right shoulder. The Latin-American was decked out in jeans and wore a 'Latino Heat' shirt.

Melina chuckled in amusement as Sheree eyed the belt, a blank expression on her face. "Hey amigo. My eyes are up here."

Sheree blushed and looked away.

"Sorry," she mumbled, an embarrassed look on her face, making both Roxy and Melina laugh.

"No worries. I am the Women's Champion. I'm used to it," Melina replied with a cheeky grin.

"I see your ego is still as large as your mouth."

Melina suddenly scowled in bubbling anger, turning around to glower at Candice Michelle, who had her arms crossed, glaring at her in return.

"What?! What the fuck is your problem now?!" Melina snapped.

Sheree glanced between the two nervously as they glowered at each other. She grabbed a hold of Melina's wrist when she made a step towards Candice, eyeing the woman with clear disdain.

"M-Melina! Stop!"

"Knock it off you two!" Roxanna growled firmly. Sheree's eyes widened at how quickly the two women backed off from each other, though they still eyed one another with utter contempt. Roxanna leveled the two women with a stern glare, making them reluctantly mumble out an apology. Candice threw Melina a dirty look before quickly walking away.

Roxanna watched the woman walk off, before turning to give Melina an unimpressed look. The champion at least looked a little downcast.

"How many times have I told ya to keep your temper in check?" Roxanna mumbled firmly, seemingly annoyed.

"Sorry. But she's such a bitch! She gets me so riled up!" Melina growled in frustration.

"You guys still have problems from last year?" Sheree questioned curiously. Melina nodded with a scowl of annoyance, while Roxanna sighed.

"You're the Women's Champion Melina. You have to set an example towards your peers," Roxanna said, narrowing her eyes when Melina's scowl thickened. "That includes Candice. You two need to hash things out before things get worse."

"What?! No way!" Melina exclaimed, eyes wide in irritation and anger at the thought.

"You don't have much of a choice," Roxanna replied evenly. "You don't have to get along, but this thing between you two is getting tedious. Talk things out with her at least."

Melina scowled, before sighing and nodding reluctantly. She knew Roxanna was right.

"See ya around Sheree. Hopefully we'll meet in the ring some day," she commented, making Sheree smile.

"I'd like that," the brunette replied, making Melina smile, before walking away. Sheree watched Melina walk off, before turning to Roxanna with a wide-eyed look of awe.

"Wow. You really defused the problem there," Sheree commented as the two women began to walk towards the women's locker room.

Roxanna chuckled. "Mark is like the alpha male of the WWE. Everybody listens to him. And all the Divas listen to me. It's only right that I'm the Alpha Female of the Divas Division."

Sheree smirked. "I know someone who'd argue that claim, but I understand where you're coming from."

Roxanna scoffed. "Who? Stephanie? She may be the boss's daughter, but she ain't like me... or your mother."

Sheree blushed at that, looking away from the woman. Roxanna caught the look on her face and frowned. "Speaking of your mother. Have you told everyone else yet?"

Sheree shook her head. "I don't see why I have to."

Roxanna just shrugged. "Do what cha' like kid."

Sheree smiled before walking into the Divas locker room with Roxanna.

. . . .

Raw on air...

The fans in attendance booed in disgust at the sight of Raw's General Manager, William Regal pacing apprehensively in Mr. McMahon's office, a concerned frown on his face as he awaited the arrival of the chairman. He turned on his heel for what may have been the fortieth time, and paused, finding himself face to face with the aforementioned old man.

"Mr. McMahon, I really need to talk to you," Regal said, slightly unnerved by the emotionless mask on Mr. McMahon's face.

"Not now," the old man replied, his raspy, rough voice echoing throughout the office. A tense silence filled the entire room as the two men stared at each other for a moment.

"Do you know what this is?" Vince asked the general manager of Raw, breaking the awkward silence. "This is the first Raw of 2008."

A loud round of cheers and applause resounded throughout the Mohegan Sun Casino at that statement, as the Chairman of WWE continued. "WWE fans all over the world are expecting something big tonight... something innovative. And I'm not gonna let em' down."

"Tonight I've got wrestlers that don't even know they're wrestling. And those who do, have no idea what the stipulation for their matches are really gonna be." Vince McMahon smirked devilishly. "Yeah this is a very special night. Why?"

McMahon gestured towards the large object behind Regal with a huge grin, the object concealed by black cloth. The two moved towards the mysterious object, standing on either side of it.

"Because tonight..." McMahon pulled off the cover to reveal a large roulette wheel, gesturing boisterously towards it as he smiled brightly at his underling, the fans cheering loudly. "... Is Raw Roulette!"

"Look at this," McMahon commented excitedly as he examined the large wheel, that was filled with all kinds of exciting match ups, pointedly ignoring William Regal's attempt to speak. "You have Singapore Cane over here... you have Falls Count Anywhere... Last Man Standing... you name it! You got Mr. McMahon's choice, Chain matches, you've got all sorts of things! Anything! Do you have any idea how BIG this is?! We're starting the New Year off with a bang! And by the way, Happy New Year."

William Regal sighed at the old man's enthusiasm. "Sir... this is a wonderful innovation but... please I need to tell you. I know you were disappointed with me not hitting Hornswoggle last week."

Mr. McMahon frowned, narrowing his eyes as he stared down William Regal. "... You were gonna strike my son?"

William paused, staring at the old man in confusion and slight bafflement before continuing. "... But I thought I'd redeem myself, by taking Triple H out of the Royal Rumble. I thought you'd really like that."

"As a matter of fact, you're right," Mr. McMahon replied, making Regal smile in relief. "I do like that. But you know something else? What if tonight he were injured, on top of being out of the Royal Rumble match... I like that idea..."

A small smirk started to slither across the old man's face. "So tonight, Triple H is in action. Triple H goes one-on-one with..."

McMahon paused, and his smirk turned devilish as he stared at the unexpecting general manager of Raw. "William Regal."

The fans cheered loudly in excitement as William Regal stilled, his eyes widening in surprise as his trademark scowl started to worm its way onto his face. That was definitely not what he had in mind.

"Not just any kind of match," McMahon made sure to mention, his devilish smirk widening. "Lets find out what kinda match it's gonna be."

McMahon turned towards the wheel. "Here we go let's spin the wheel!"

The old man spun the wheel, watching it spin rapidly with the dastardly Englishman, who was eyeing the spinning wheel nervously, waiting for his unfortunate fate to be decided.

"What's it gonna be Mr. Regal? It's gonna be a..."

First Blood Match

The fans cheered loudly, while William's face dropped into a dark scowl. McMahon turned to Regal, a smirk present on his face.

"A First Blood Match," McMahon growled with an edge of glee. He couldn't wait to see William Regal beat Triple H bloody. "Now go beat the hell out of him."

William nodded, a determined gleam in his eye as he made his way out of the office. He could do this. He can take Triple H out! No problem. The GM of Raw opened the door and stepped out of the office, but as soon as he stepped out, the steel edge of a sledgehammer cracked him in the face, making him crumble to the floor, favouring his jaw in pain.

The fans cheered as Freya came into view, wearing a black leather jacket, with a black Triple H themed shirt underneath, dark jeans, and black boots. She was holding the sledgehammer over her shoulder, with Triple H standing next to her, both smirking down at William Regal.

"I think you broke his jaw," Triple H commented in amusement.

Freya just shrugged. "Good. He deserved it."

Triple H bent down to his knees, making sure to look William Regal in the eye. "This is what happens when you screw with the wrong people."

With that, the Cerebral Assassin stood up to his full height and walked away, with Freya smirking imperiously down at Regal, chuckling at the pained scowl on his face, before following after Triple H, leaving Regal lying on the concrete floor, scowling angrily at their retreating forms.

. . . .

Sheree was seen leaning against the wall, now wearing the same wrestling attire she wore last week on Raw, and wearing her favorite leather-hooded jacket, when her phone went off. She stuffed her hand into her jackets pocket and pulled out the handheld device, smiling when she realised who it was that had sent her a text message.

Jane Huxley: Saw your match last week hun. I'm impressed. As always.

Sheree smiled at the text from her mother and replied.

Sheree-Louise Huxley: Thanks mum. Will u be watching my match?

Jane Huxley: Like I'd miss my daughter's first ever Pay-Per-View Match! In fact, I just might make an appearance! I might even come backstage and say hello! Heck, I'll even bring Jenna and Ethan!

Sheree frowned and gulped at that.

Sheree-Louise Huxley: Um... Most of them don't know about u or dad yet.

Jane Huxley: Oooh you haven't told them yet! Oh boy, are they in for a surprise! I can't wait to see their faces!

Sheree shook her head, imagining the mischievous smirk on her mother's face.

Sheree-Louise Huxley: How is everyone?

Jane Huxley: Everyone's doing great! Jenna's got a job! Ethan has finally got into college! And Saraya is doing well for herself. She might end up giving you a run for your money in the future. You know what us Huxleys are like when fighting one of the Knights.

Sheree couldn't help but smirk at that.

Sheree-Louise Huxley: Tell her I'll be waiting when that day comes. I'd better go. Catch up some more okay.

Jane Huxley: You bet. Take care of yourself sweetheart. Kick some ass for me!

Sheree smiled fondly as she closed the thread and put her phone away. But she was still worried about her mother coming to the Royal Rumble. How will the others react to this? I haven't told them I'm second generation. Will they be mad? I hope they don't treat me differently.

She looked up when she heard footsteps, seeing Jessie and Shawn Hickenbottom, aka Shawn Michaels walking up to her. Jessie was wearing a HBK themed top, denim shorts that showed off her tan legs and a pair of black boots with decorations on them.

"Well... that was a weird match..." Jessie commented.

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Shawn grumbled. "... Old man is starting to become obsessed with these roulette things..."

"It's only the third one in history Shawn," Jessie giggled. "Lighten up."

Shawn grumbled in response. Jessie finally noticed the young woman, and raised an eyebrow at Sheree's worried expression. "What's up? You seem worried."

Shawn was also staring at Sheree, concern in his eyes.

"Oh... nothing. It's just my mother is coming to watch the Royal Rumble," she told them.

"Really?!" Jessie exclaimed, excitement shining in her hazel-green eyes as she smiled brightly at the younger woman. Sheree suppressed a giggle. She looked like a kid in a candy store. "THE Jane Huxley is coming to the Royal Rumble?! Awesome!"

"Roxy will be happy to hear about that. I hear they're good friends," Shawn added with a smirk.

Sheree smiled fondly. "Yeah... I've known Roxy since I was a kid. She's the reason I'm here in the first place."

"Christy and Dray are gonna freak!" Jessie exclaimed. "You do know Christy's a huge fan of your mother, right?"

Sheree giggled in amusement. "Christy's a fan of everyone."

"I don't see what the issue is," Shawn said. "Your family isn't big and famous like the Flairs and the Harts."

"It's just..." Sheree looked downcast. "I've kept this to myself for so long, even from friends on the independence, cuz I didn't want my career to be defined by my mother's. Sure fans may be a bit oblivious if they just hear the name Huxley. But if they hear the phrase "Salamander" or Jane "Hellcat" Huxley they'll freak! My parents are still widely known and successful. I'm worried about how people will react if this gets out."

"Don't worry about it! Everything will be fine!" Jessie said with a wave of her hand.

"You sure?" Sheree questioned, uncertain.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it," Shawn replied with a reassuring smile that made Sheree feel a bit better. "And if people in the industry bitch about it, that's their problem."

"Thanks guys," Sheree replied with a smile.

. . . .

Later...

Mr. McMahon was seen standing in the office with the roulette wheel, when Victoria stormed into his office, a scowl present on her face.

"And what can I do for you Victoria?" he asked, making sure to keep his distance. The long haired vixen seemed to be getting more and more volatile and angry with each passing week, and he wanted to avoid being in her way as much as possible. He almost felt sorry for the poor lady that had provoked Victoria's rage... almost.

"I want that mouthy little brat Sheree in a match tonight!" the two-tone haired woman snarled thickly, spitting out Sheree's name with disdain. "And since it is Raw Roulette, I thought I'd shake things up a little bit."

McMahon smirked, glancing at the Lingerie Pillow fight icon on the wheel. "I think I can help you."

The old man spun the wheel, and Victoria watched with a scowl as the wheel spun round and round, waiting for the stipulation for her match impatiently.

No Disqualification Match

A sly smirk crossed Victoria's face, as the fans in attendance cheered in excitement, while Vince's face dropped slightly. He really wanted that Lingerie Pillow Fight.

"Um... could you close your eyes?" he asked. Victoria scanned the wheel with a raised eyebrow, catching sight of the Lingerie Pillow Fight icon.

The woman crossed her arms and glowered darkly at the perverted old man.

McMahon sighed.

"Never mind..." he grumbled.

Victoria smirked and left the office with a smile, satisfied with her match, her twisted mind already coming up with ways she could physically torture Sheree.

. . . .

Later...

Sheree walked down the corridor with Lisa and Charlotte. Both Sheree and Lisa were going over spots and sequences that they could do in their No Disqualification match, when they came across a monitor with a segment involving Mr. McMahon and Maria.

. . . .

Mr. McMahon was seen standing in the office with Maria as they were about to determine the next match, which featured most of the WWE Divas.

"Maria, you look lovely tonight," McMahon complimented as Maria smiled brightly.

"Thank you very much," the young woman replied.

"But are you excited?" McMahon questioned with a smirk.

"I'm extremely excited!" Maria replied.

"Because you have the opportunity to determine exactly what match MOST of the Divas are gonna be in tonight," the old man told her. "Are you ready?"

Maria nodded excitedly.

"Okay, spin the wheel," McMahon goaded her lightly.

"What's it gonna be I wonder?" Vince questioned excitedly as Maria spun the wheel. "Maria says it's gonna be a..."

"It's gonna be a... umm..."

"There is a lot riding on this one," Vince added. "What's it gonna be?"

Submission Match

Maria cocked her head in confusion and a bit of disappointment. "A Submission m..."

The young woman trailed off, looking at the old man with creased brows of confusion.

"No, no, no, wait, wait, wait," McMahon cut her off gently. "Close your eyes."

Maria nodded and closed her eyes. "Just think of having a romantic dinner with Santino."

A sly smirk crossed the old man's face, and he adjusted the roulette wheel to the Lingerie Pillow Fight icon, making the men in the audience cheer in excitement. "Santino has ordered a glass of wine, and is ready to toast you and he says, 'Good luck Maria, in your match tonight!' And then we look up..."

Maria opened her eyes and saw that it was changed to a Lingerie Pillow Fight, but didn't seem to notice the difference. In fact she seemed pretty enthusiastic about it.

"It's a Lingerie Pillow Fight," McMahon told her, the males cheering in excitement.

"A Lingerie Pillow Fight?" Maria repeated in curiosity.

"You see, that's the kind of match in which, all of the Divas wear sexy lingerie," the old man explained, as Maria nodded with a smile. "And they bring their own pillows, it's kinda like a big slumber party, it's a lot of fun, but the thing of it is, you can not under any circumstances put a foreign object in any of those pillows."

"Oh," Maria replied, before smiling innocently. "Well don't worry. Cause my pillows, they're all natural."

The fans cheered and wolf-whistled, while Vince smiled. "I see... well um... good luck tonight."

"Thank you very much," Maria replied innocently.

. . . .

"That sly old dog," Charlotte muttered with an amused smirk.

"Did she really just say that on live TV?" Lisa drawled with a small chuckle.

Sheree just sighed. "Melina's in that match... oh man, is she gonna be pissed! She hates these kind of matches!"

"Lets see if we can catch em' before they go out there then," Charlotte replied.

The three women walked off, heading off towards the gorilla position. When they entered the gorilla, they found Melina, Maria, Jillian Faye Fletcher aka Jillian Hall, Mickie and Ashley Marie Massaro aka Ashley Massaro, all in lingerie and wearing gowns to cover themselves up before going out onto the stage.

They welcomed Ashley back to WWE, who had an injury earlier last year, before turning towards Melina, surprised to see a smile on her face.

"I was expecting you to be raging. Not smiling," Sheree noted in confusion and slight astonishment. Sitting near one of the many monitors in the gorilla, watching the conversation with a smile on her face, Christy chuckled in amusement.

"We added a secret element to the match, remember?" she commented, as said secret element appeared behind Sheree.

Sheree turned around only to see Roxanna, now decked out in her ring gear, but without the open crown hat and long black leather trench coat, staring into Sheree's blue eyes with her eyes rolled back.

Sheree screamed and jumped back, holding her chest where her heart was while everyone in the gorilla laughed.

"That wasn't funny Roxy! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Sheree exclaimed, breathing heavily.

Roxanna chuckled. "Sorry. Couldn't help it."

Christy chuckled at the interaction in amusement. "I have a feeling some of the fans won't like what's about to happen."

"Let em' complain," Dray growled from beside her. "This maybe the last time they see something like this, so they better get used to it. If they wanna see ladies in lingerie, they can go to a strip club."

Christy giggled at his response as the ladies pulled off their gowns, preparing to step through the curtain.

They completely failed to notice the vicious glares from McMahon's hierarchy of the board.

. . . .

All five Divas were in the ring, with a bed in the middle, covered by a red sheet, and a plethora of pillows all colored in pink, black and red. Jillian and Melina were currently jumping on the bed, looking like they were having a good time, as the fans generously welcomed Ashley back.

"Look! JR! Pillows!" King squealed in excitement as Mickie, Maria and Ashley watched Melina and Jillian continue to jump up and down on the bed in confusion and mild annoyance.

"The Women's Champion seems to be having a lot of fun up there!" JR commented.

"This is great-" Before King could finish his excited babble, and before anyone could do anything, the lights went out. The fans buzzed in confusion, some even booed for having their view of the scantily-clad women taken away. "What the- What happened to the lights?!"

"I-I don't know..." JR replied in utter confusion. "It seems we're having some technical difficult-"

When the lights came back on, Melina was standing in the aisle that led to the ring, staring at the ring in fear and shock.

"AAHHH!" King screamed, eyes wide in shock and horror as the Mohegan Sun Casino erupted into a monstrous pop, shocked and ecstatic at what they were currently seeing.

"WHAT THE HELL!" JR exclaimed in equal shock.

Tara Stone stood on the bed, where Melina was originally standing, face scrunched up in pure fury, with a gloved hand wrapped around a wide eyed Jillian Hall's neck, while Mickie James, Maria and Ashley simply looked on in shock, completely frozen by these turn of events.

"TARA STONE IS ON RAW!" JR yelled out passionately.

"WHAAT!" King exclaimed in complete shock.

"MY GOD, TARA IS HERE!" JR yelled out again. "THE MOHEGAN SUN HAS JUST EXPLODED! THE FANS ARE JUST AS SHOCKED AS WE ARE!"

"B-B-BUT WHY?!" King screamed out. "WHY?! WHY IS SHE HERE?!"

"TARA STONE HAS GATECRASHED THE PILLOW FIGHT!" JR cried out.

Tara glared up at the Women's Champion with rage filled eyes, before scowling at Jillian, making the woman scream in terror as she stared into the angry gold eyes of Tara.

"OH NO!" King cried out as Tara lifted Jillian high into the air by her throat, the fans screaming at the sight.

"OH MY LORD!" JR exclaimed as Tara chokeslammed Jillian off the bed, the fans releasing a ruckus 'OHH!' as Jillian crashed back-first into the canvas. "MY GOD WHAT A CHOKESLAM!"

"SHE NEARLY BROKE HER IN HALF!" King yelled out.

This seemed to wake up Ashley, who stormed up onto the bed with full intentions of taking on the extremely violent woman, not happy that she ruined her return match, only to receive a swift jab to the throat, sending the woman stumbling off the bed, struggling to breathe. "Oh!"

Mickie made an attempt at advancing on Tara, but the angry, taller woman lifted her leg, booting the bubbly veteran in the chest.

"Good lord!" JR exclaimed as Mickie was launched backwards, tumbling to the mat. "What a boot! Tara is on an absolute tear!"

"She's outta control JR!" King cried out.

Tara stepped off the bed, snapping her arms out as both Mickie and Ashley stumbled back onto their feet and towards her, wrapping her hands around their throats, the fans roaring in approval as she scowled ferociously at her victims. "Oh no! NO!"

"Tara... stop!" Mickie croaked out, desperately trying to fight out of the veteran's grasp, but all she got was blazing gold rage-filled eyes that dug into her soul, as Tara snapped her head in her direction and snarled thickly.

"Tara is like a woman possessed! She's completely lost it!" JR exclaimed as both women stared at Tara in pure fear, both now realising how stupid it was to run at the spiritual queen like that. It's never a good idea to run headfirst at a lioness. Especially when the lioness was angry!

"Let them go Tara! It's Melina you're after! Leave everyone else outta this!" King cried out desperately. Despite Jerry Lawler's pleas, Tara lifted both Mickie and Ashley off the canvas by their throats. "NOO!"

"OH! A double Chokeslam!" JR exclaimed as Tara brought the two Divas back down to earth, chokeslamming them into the canvas with destructive force, leaving them unconscious and sprawled out in the ring. "What impact!"

"No... what have you done Tara!" King moaned in despair.

Tara glared down at the two unconscious women as the fans chanted, 'TARA! TARA! TARA!' before looking up at the stage to see Melina with the Women's Championship in her arms, held closely to her bosom, an icy glare directed towards the gold-eyed lioness. Tara glared back at her, before slowly setting her piercing gold eyes on Maria, who stood in the corner of the ring, staring into Tara's freakishly bright gold eyes in frozen fear. "Oh no... I don't think she's done!"

"And now Tara, setting her sights on Maria!" JR exclaimed as the fans cheered at the stare off between the two.

"Get outta there Maria! Run for your life!" King yelled, hoping to get through to the young woman.

Reality seemed to wake Maria up, immediately scrambling out of the ring, landing on the floor on her hands and knees and crawling desperately away from the ring, a fearful expression on her face. "That's it! Get outta there! Get as far away from that demon as possible!"

"Maria desperately crawling away, but Tara is hot on her heels!" JR exclaimed as Tara calmly climbed out of the ring and advanced towards the fearful woman.

"Go faster! GO FASTER!" King cried out desperately, but Tara easily caught up to Maria, grabbing her by her panties, making the woman stop in her tracks. "NOO! She's got her!"

"Tara has Maria in her grasp! There is nowhere for Maria to go!" JR said as Maria shook like a leaf. She could feel Tara's burning gold eyes stabbing into her back.

"Do something Melina!" King exclaimed.

"Fat chance of that," JR scoffed. "No way Melina gets involved when Tara is like this!"

Maria slowly looked back at Tara with fearful tears in her eyes.

"P-Please... l-let me go!" Maria pleaded. Tara glared down at Maria, gold eyes shining brightly, causing Maria's eyes to widen in fear at the lack of remorse in the woman's eyes.

"NO! NOOOO!" Maria cried, clawing at the thinly-padded floor as Tara roughly pulled Maria off her feet by her black panties, making the fans cheer in shock and surprise at the sight of Maria dangling off the ground.

"AH! OH MY GOD!" King cried out at the sight among other things.

"I think I saw somethin' I shouldn't have!" JR said, eyes wide.

Tara scowled at Maria, before pulling her in and hoisting her up into the Tombstone position. "Oh no!"

"Not on the floor!" King cried out. "No! Stop it Tara! You're going too far!"

"Tara is on a rampage!" JR exclaimed. "She's gonna kill that young lady!"

Tara scowled thickly, before hitting the Tombstone on Maria, smashing her skull into the thinly-padded floor, the fans responding with a loud 'Ohhh!' some of them wincing at the sight. "GOOD LORD! Tombstone on the floor!"

Melina stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, as Tara slowly made it back to her feet, glaring down at an unconscious Maria. Tara then turned her glare on Melina, before doing the throat gesture with her eyes rolled back, as the lighting changed to a ghoulish purple, while "Rest in Peace" played in the background.

"Look at the carnage! Bodies lying everywhere!" JR exclaimed.

"Oh poor Maria," King wailed in despair, seemingly upset by all the carnage and destruction that Tara invoked on the Raw Divas. "That woman has no soul! She is utterly heartless JR! Completely heartless! She didn't need to go this far! These women never did anything to her! Why Tara Why?!"

"Melina has angered Tara Stone to the point where no one is safe! And I think not even Melina will be able to quell the wrath of Tara Stone!" JR said as Melina slowly backed away, eyes never leaving the angry gold-eyed woman as she slowly disappeared from view behind the minitron.

. . . .

Later...

Jeff Hardy was seen backstage with interviewer Todd Grisham, not looking too pleased about what happened last week on Raw. The Intercontinental Championship was seen resting over his right shoulder, with his arms crossed over it.

"Orton wants to use blonde, evil, demented, lil witches to kick my brother in the head and send him to the hospital?" Jeff questioned, nodding his head in thought. "Alright then. I've got a message for them."

"Not only will I take Orton's title. I'm taking them BOTH out," Jeff threatened, causing the fans to cheer at that as he walked out of the camera's view, the interview segment ending at Jeff's proclamation.

"And that's a rap! Nice work Jeff!" the cameraman praised as he shut the camera off.

"Thanks! I'd better get ready for that match later on tonight," Jeff replied, taking his leave. As he was walking down the corridor, someone suddenly jumped onto his back, nearly sending him flying and knocking the title off his shoulders.

"You don't scare me Nero!" Kerry exclaimed with a wide grin as she playfully tried to choke him out. The blonde haired woman was wearing a black, sleeveless 'Legend Killer' themed crop top, a sleeveless cut-off jeans-jacket, along with white pants that were tucked into black heeled boots and fastened by a black strap.

"Oh yeah? Well you're about to wish you never jumped on my back!" Jeff retorted before grabbing Kerry and pulling her off him. The blonde woman yelped, then dissolved into loud giggles and death threats as Jeff proceeded to tickle her.

"Sometimes I question you kids sanity," Edward Smith Fatu, aka Umaga chuckled, watching them from where he was sitting on a stack of equipment boxes. Matt Hardy and Randy Orton walked towards him, both watching the scene in amusement.

"With the amount of traveling we do, it's okay to goof off every once in a while. It keeps us sane," Orton replied.

"And I guess your definition of sane is to kick people in the head, yeah?" Edward questioned with a smirk, making Randy chuckle.

. . . .

Later...

"I Ain't The Lady To Mess With!"

"Oh boy," King gulped as Victoria's music hit to a mild chorus of boos, said woman walking out with a smirk on her face. "Here we go..."

"The following contest is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Bernardino, California, Victoria!" Lilian Garcia announced as Victoria walked down the ramp, ignoring the fans.

"Victoria looks very pleased with the stipulation of this match," JR commented, noticing the dangerous smirk on the two-tone haired woman's face as she made her way to the ring. "Who knows what she plans on doing to Sheree in this match."

"No disqualifications... no count outs... anything goes! I'm scared to think what could happen JR!" King added, fearing for Sheree's life as Victoria climbed up onto the ring apron and entered the ring, doing her usual entrance taunt, stepping onto the bottom ropes and leaning forward with a smirk present on her face.

"I'm sure Sheree can handle herself King," JR replied as Victoria stepped off the ropes, looking up at the stage with a smirk, her entrance music cutting off.

The beginning riffs of "Headstrong" by Trapt played throughout the arena to a fairly decent reception as Sheree walked out onto the stage, a confident smile on her lips.

"And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, Sheree Louise!"

"That confident smile is still on her face, despite the fact she's about to compete in a No Disqualification Match against one of the most dangerous women in the Divas Division!" King exclaimed as Sheree calmly took a moment to survey the arena, before looking down at the ring, her confident smile widening into a smirk when she saw Victoria glaring at her from inside the ring.

Sheree couldn't help but shake her head, a ghost of a manic grin appearing on her face, quickly disappearing before anyone noticed. She doesn't know what she's gettin' herself into...

"Don't count her out yet King. Sheree could still pull this out of the bag," JR replied as Sheree proceeded to walk down the ramp, high fiving the fans as she walked past.

"I'm not. But she's never been in this type of environment!" King exclaimed.

"And how do you know that?" JR questioned.

"She just doesn't look like the type of woman that would compete in a No Disqualification Match! I'm worried that she's gonna get destroyed by Victoria!" King cried out as Sheree entered the ringside area, walking up the steel steps and onto the ring apron, smirking at the WWE fans. King shivered as the cameras caught the look on Victoria's face as she watched Sheree pander to the audience, who cheered in response. "Just look at her! Victoria is practically salivating at the thought of hurting Sheree!"

"Well..." JR started as Sheree entered the ring, sending Victoria a little condescending smirk, who just smirked back at her, watching as Sheree jumped up onto the second ropes of the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, holding her arms out wide to a decent reaction that made her smile. "... I don't like to judge a book by its cover, so we'll just have to wait and see."

Sheree jumped off the ropes and walked to the opposite corner, ignoring Victoria who hadn't taken her eyes off the younger woman, that wide smirk still on her face. Sheree stepped up onto the second ropes, smirking as she surveyed the crowd. "After the very scathing words she had to say to Victoria, I don't think Sheree is too worried about whatever plans Victoria has up her sleeve."

The Headstrong Diva stepped off the ropes and turned around, only to find herself face to face with a smirking Victoria.

"Uh-oh..." King muttered as the official signaled for the bell to ring, watching as the two women continued to smirk at each other.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

Unbeknownst to both Sheree and Victoria, Beth Phoenix was watching the match on a TV monitor backstage, wearing street attire, a very focused and keen expression on her face, with her large biceps crossed underneath her chest.

Victoria shook her head at Sheree, her smirk widening as she laughed smugly in the woman's face. "I can't believe this right now! Do you actually think you can take me?! In a No Disqualification Match no less?!"

"You'd be surprised," Sheree replied with a smirk of her own. Victoria laughed coldly at that.

"Don't kid yourself. You, are not as tough as you think you are," Victoria retorted, poking Sheree in the chest as the two continued to stare each other down. "You're not on my level kid. You are just another Barbie do-"

Victoria's eyes widened as Sheree's hand suddenly snapped out and grabbed Victoria's wrist, effectively cutting her off and stopping her from poking her chest, the fans cheering in excitement and anticipation, all knowing that things were about to get heated.

"Uh-oh!" King exclaimed.

"I don't know what was being said, but if I was a betting man, I'd say it was anything but friendly!" JR commented.

"Ya think?!" King exclaimed.

Sheree's smirk widened as Victoria froze. "You don't know much about me, which isn't very surprising since I don't really like to talk about my personal life, but..."

Sheree suddenly leaned forward, invading Victoria's personal space, her smirk widening dangerously as Victoria leaned back a bit, completely caught off guard by the slight change in Sheree's demeanor.

"You must have a death wish, cause challenging someone like me to a No Disqualification Match is the stupidest idea you've ever made!" Sheree growled out, making Victoria's eyes widen, not in surprise or fear, but rage, not even noticing the insane look that appeared in Sheree's eyes for a second before it disappeared.

Victoria pulled her hand roughly away from Sheree, before slapping her hard across the face, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as Sheree's head whipped to the side.

"Oh! What a slap!" JR exclaimed.

"I don't know what they were talking about, but it looks like Sheree said something Victoria didn't like!" King added, noticing the dark scowl that was present on Victoria's face as she glared at Sheree in rage.

"Who the hell do you think you are, threatening me like that! I am a former Women's Champion! You are just a-" Victoria was cut off by Sheree suddenly tackling her to the mat, making the fans cheer in excitement as Sheree proceeded to lay into Victoria with wild fists to the face.

"WHOA!"

"Sheree ain't gonna take that lying down! And look at her go!" JR exclaimed as Sheree continued to pummel away at Victoria.

Victoria eventually turned the tables on Sheree, turning her over onto her back and retaliating with rights to her face, Sheree attempting to protect her face by holding her arms up. "And Victoria turns the tables! This No Disqualification Match has started exactly how I thought it would! These two flat-out don't like each other!"

"Careful Victoria! Don't ruin that pretty face!" King called out.

Victoria eventually climbed off Sheree, giving the fans a rage-filled glare as they began to boo her, clearly not happy, before turning her attention back to Sheree as she stood up, hunched over and favouring the right side of her cheek. Victoria scowled thickly before booting Sheree hard in the face, sending the younger woman tumbling through the ring ropes.

"Oh, what a devastating boot to the face!" JR exclaimed as Sheree landed roughly on the thinly padded floor, landing near the ring-post opposite the stage, the fans wincing at the impact. "They appear to be taking this match to the outside."

"I don't like this one bit JR!" King voiced his worry as Victoria climbed out of the ring and jumped off the apron, scowling as she watched Sheree attempt to stand.

The two-tone haired woman dragged Sheree to her feet by her brunette locks, and bounced her head off the metal ring-post, dazing Sheree and making her stumble away with a hand favouring her forehead. "Oh!"

"Sheree's head bouncing off the steel ring-post there," JR noted as Sheree dropped to her knees, Victoria looming over the younger woman from behind with a dark scowl. "Victoria is in firm control, and that's a scary thought for Sheree."

Victoria grabbed Sheree by her shoulder-length tresses, and pulled her back up onto her feet, taking off in a run. "Oh no! Look out!"

The crowd winced audibly as Victoria launched Sheree into the steel steps right-shoulder first, making Sheree cry out in pain, holding her shoulder with gritted teeth. "Sheree thrown shoulder first right into those steel steps!"

"Oh man, Victoria is absolutely destroying Sheree right now," King said, worry on his face as Victoria glared down at the expression of pain on Sheree's face.

"This is what Victoria wanted king," JR replied as Victoria grabbed Sheree by the hair, pulling her up onto her feet and dragging the Boston-native to the other steel steps opposite the announce table. "To torture and punish Sheree. And that's what she looks to do now!"

Victoria tried to smash Sheree's head into the steel steps, but Sheree stopped this by putting her hands on the steps. "Sheree blocked it!"

Victoria growled in frustration, before grunting in pain as Sheree retaliated by elbowing Victoria desperately in the ribs, getting free and smashing the older woman's head into the steel steps. "Sheree fighting back! Smashing Victoria head-first into the steel steps!"

"Oh, ouch!" King winced as Victoria struggled to stay on her feet, holding her forehead in pain. Sheree acted quickly, attacking Victoria with a vicious flurry of forearms to the face. "Whoa! Look at Sheree go!"

"Sheree fighting with all she's got- Oh no!" JR exclaimed as Victoria eventually had enough and kneed Sheree hard in the gut, causing her to hunch over in pain. Victoria then viciously grabbed Sheree and threw her into the steel steps, the fans letting loose another audible 'Ohhh!' as Sheree cried out in pain, grasping at her right shoulder. "Good grief! What sickening impact! Victoria throwing Sheree into the steel steps again."

Victoria glared at the fans, holding her arms out, making them boo in response. "And now gloating to the fans!"

"This is not looking good for Sheree," King muttered worriedly as Sheree attempted to scurry away from the steps, wincing as her right shoulder throbbed in pain.

Victoria saw this and booted Sheree in the face, flooring her. "Oh man! Victoria has probably been seething all week since last Monday!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case," JR replied as Victoria grabbed the top half of the steel steps. "She's the type of woman that holds grudges."

"What is she up to now?" King wondered as Victoria struggled to pull the top half off.

"Victoria pulling the top half of the steel steps off," JR noted as the woman dragged the top half of the steps off and out of the way. "I can only wonder what she plans on doing with that."

Victoria discarded the top half of the steel steps, smirking as she leered down at the bottom, larger half of the steps, before turning her attention to Sheree, who was attempting to lift her body off the ground.

"I don't know what she's planning, but I do know she has evil intentions in mind, and that won't be good for Sheree," King said as Victoria grabbed a fist full of Sheree's shoulder-length locks, pulling the Bostonian towards the larger piece of the steel steps. Alarm bells rang through the heads of everyone when the older woman pulled Sheree up into a powerbomb position, glaring pointedly at the steel steps.

"What is... oh no! Not there! Not on there Victoria!" JR exclaimed in horror, also catching onto what Victoria wanted to do to Sheree.

"She's not gonna powerbomb her onto the steel steps is she?!" King cried out.

Sheree's legs flailed in the air as Victoria attempted to lift her up for the powerbomb, the fans screaming out in fear and excitement.

"Victoria trying to lift Sheree up for a powerbomb attempt, but is being denied! Sheree blocking desperately!" JR exclaimed as Sheree held on to Victoria's legs, preventing Victoria from lifting her up.

Victoria scowled before trying to lift Sheree again, only to end up with the same result.

"Keep fighting Sheree!" King cheered as Sheree continued to block Victoria's attempts at a powerbomb, planting her feet firmly to the ground. Sheree suddenly straightened her back, lifting Victoria off her feet and over her shoulder, making Victoria land back first onto the steel steps with an audible crack. "OOHHH!"

The fans let loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the sound and impact of Victoria slamming onto the steps, arching her back in clear pain.

"Victoria landed back first onto the steps!" JR cried out, as Sheree dropped to her hands and knees, before standing back up, breathing hard, not out of exhaustion, but to calm her rapidly beating heart. She had no idea what Victoria would have done with that powerbomb had she not countered it.

"Sheree dodged one heck of a bullet there," King commented, as Sheree turned around and narrowed her eyes at Victoria, who had fallen off the stairs and was now trying to get up. "That could have ended up being really bad for her."

Sheree watched as Victoria struggled to lift her body off the floor, a small snarl appearing on her face.

"Uh-oh... the look on Sheree's face just changed," JR noticed.

"That's a... uh... that's an unusual look on Sheree's face-" King started as Victoria lifted herself up onto her knees, only for Sheree to superkick the veteran hard in the face, making her fall back, completely stunned as the fans let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "OHHH! Oh my god!"

"What a superkick! Damn near knocked Victoria's head off!" JR exclaimed.

Sheree stared down at Victoria in cold calmness, before glancing at the bottom half of the steps, then looking up at the top rope nearest to her, a risky plan forming in her head. "What a kick! Good grief!"

"She really put some force into that kick. Damn," King chuckled.

Sheree grabbed the bigger half of the steel steps, and dragged it over towards the announce table, positioning it diagonal to the corner. "Now what?"

She then grabbed Victoria by the wrist, dragging the completely out of it woman over towards the repositioned steel steps, and placed her on top of them, before landing vicious shots to Victoria's face.

"Oh! Look at this! Sheree is tearing into Victoria!" King exclaimed in slight surprise at the woman's viciousness.

"Sheree, with those vicious right hands to Victoria's face!" JR added.

Sheree finally relented on her assault on Victoria, glaring down at her, before making her way around the corner of the ring and climbing up onto the ring apron.

"She is definitely up to something. What is she about to do?" King couldn't help but wonder.

Sheree glared down at the dazed woman, before climbing the turnbuckles, much to the fans excitement. "I've gotta bad feeling about this JR!"

"Sheree's climbing the turnbuckle!" JR exclaimed as the fans broke out into restless cheers. "Victoria is lying precariously on the steps in front of us!"

"I don't like this!" King cried out in horror, watching as Sheree continued to climb up the turnbuckles. "She's too high up! I really don't like this!"

"Sheree Louise is high in the sky!" JR cried out as Sheree reached the top, perched on the top turnbuckle .

"I don't know what you're thinking but this is not a good idea Sheree! Don't do this!" King cried out desperately as Sheree rose to a vertical base, steadying herself on the top turnbuckle, the fans roaring with anticipation.

"All Victoria can do is look UP! OH LORD!"

"NOOO!"

The Bostonian brunette leaped off the top turnbuckles, pulling her legs into her chest as she soared through air, before shooting them downwards driving her boots deep into Victoria's abdomen, sandwiching her between her feet and the steps. The fans reacted in shock, a massive 'OHHH!' being heard throughout the arena. "OH MY GOD!"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! A foot stomp, through Victoria, through the steel steps! Victoria's ribs maybe broken!" JR exclaimed as Sheree landed on her butt, lying on her back as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She sat up to see Victoria thrashing around on the floor, crying out in pain whilst wrapping her arms around her stomach.

"I take it back! I don't know what she was doing before coming to the WWE, but it's obvious Sheree knows exactly what she's doing in this environment!" King said, still in shock.

"This No Disqualification Match continues after this!" JR said as Raw went to a commercial break, with Sheree resting an arm on her knee, her eyes fixed on Victoria, who was in tremendous pain.

---

"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw!" JR said as Raw returned from its commercial break, to reveal Sheree lying face-down in front of the announce table, with Victoria leering down at her from inside the ring. "If you are just joining us, this is a No Disqualification Match between Sheree Louise and Victoria. Two women with a large amount of animosity for the other."

"I have gotta see that foot stomp again," King added, as replays of Sheree's risky diving double foot stomp was shown in slow motion. "Good grief!"

"Sheree taking extreme measures with that foot stomp through the body of Victoria before the commercial break," JR commented as they went back to the action. "But as you can now see Victoria has taken back control, and that ain't good for Sheree Louise."

"Especially since Victoria doesn't look happy right now," King noted, gulping as Victoria exited the ring, scowling down at Sheree with a dark, enraged expression on her face.

"Victoria looks like she's about to go on a rampage," JR noted as she grabbed Sheree roughly by the hair and dragged her to her feet, before smashing Sheree head first into the announce table. "Oh! Right into our announce table!"

"Victoria is just a mean and nasty person isn't she?" King chuckled nervously, looking on in slight fear as Victoria scowled down at Sheree in disgust and rage.

"You're just realising that now?" JR questioned as Sheree leaned against the announce table, gasping. King would have replied, but Victoria grabbed a fist full of Sheree's hair, pulling her roughly away from the announce table and sending her careening into the ring-post, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' wincing as Sheree's head bounced off the steel, before falling to the ground. "Good grief..."

"Sheree is getting thrown around like a rag doll!" King exclaimed. "Good lord! Is she okay?!"

"What impact! Sheree's head bounced off the steel ring post with a sickening crack!" JR added.

Victoria glared at Sheree's supine form, before pulling the apron up, getting a huge reaction from the fans.

"W-Wait a minute!" King stuttered as Victoria looked under the ring, finding two black steel chairs, pulling them both out and throwing them into the ring.

"And out come the weapons!" JR said.

"Y-You don't need them! Put them back!" King yelled out with wide eyes, now extremely worried for Sheree's wellbeing.

Victoria stalked back towards Sheree, grabbing a fist full of her hair and dragging her to her feet, throwing the young woman back into the ring.

"They're taking the action back into the ring, but Sheree is in dangerous waters right now," JR commented, as Victoria climbed back into the ring and proceeded to walk ominously around Sheree with a predatory glare on her face, watching as Sheree tried to stand. "Look at Victoria, stalking Sheree like a piece of meat."

"I don't like this JR! I don't like this at all!" King wailed in fear for Sheree, as she crawled across the mat with a desperate and pained expression on her face, reaching for one of the steel chairs, only for Victoria to kick it away from her. "Sheree's helpless!"

"Yeah... I think it's safe to say that Victoria has Sheree right where she wants her," JR said with an air of disgust as Victoria picked up the other chair, watching as Sheree began to rise to her hands and knees.

"Oh no!" King cried out as Victoria lifted the steel chair over her head, before cracking it over Sheree's back, receiving a collective 'Ohhh!' from the Uncasville fans as Sheree cried out in pain, slamming back down into the mat.

"Oh god what a chair shot!" JR exclaimed.

Victoria glared down at Sheree, and then lifted the chair over her head when Sheree attempted to lift herself off the mat again.

"Oh no! Not again!" King cried out, wincing as Victoria smashed the steel chair into Sheree's back for a second time, causing her to cry out in more pain.

"And another horrible shot with the steel chair, raking the back of Sheree with tremendous pain!" JR yelled out. A small smirk appeared on Victoria's face, relishing in Sheree's screams of agony. Victoria kneeled down with a mocking grin on her face.

"Stupidest idea I've ever made huh?! Nah, I don't think so!" Victoria taunted as Sheree struggled to move, causing the fans to boo intensely at this.

"Victoria's enjoying this! What a twisted human being!" JR growled out in anger.

"I think it would be best if Sheree just stays down! I don't want to see Victoria beating such a beautiful woman to death!" King exclaimed in very obvious fear for Sheree. Victoria smirked viciously as Sheree sent her a dark look, trying to lift herself off the floor again, arms shaking from the effort. "Please Sheree, just stay down!"

"Sheree doesn't want to stay down! She wants to keep fighting!" JR called out passionately as Victoria beckoned for Sheree to get up.

"Come on! Come on! Show me how tough you are!" Victoria dared with a wicked gleam in her eyes, before straightening up as Sheree made it to her hands and knees, lifting the chair above her head again.

"OH NO!" King yelled out. "Look out Sheree!"

The fans let loose another loud 'Ohhh!' as Victoria hit Sheree in the back with the chair for a third time, but this time Victoria didn't stop, hitting Sheree over and over again, the chair shots vibrating throughout the arena.

"Victoria is relentless!" JR cried out as the older woman continued to assault Sheree's back with chair shot after chair shot. "Chair shot, after chair shot, after chair shot across the back of Sheree Louise!"

"Enough is enough! Stop it!" King raged out in anger, the fans sharing his displeasure by booing angrily at Victoria's actions.

Victoria lifted the chair up over her head with a look of sadistic glee on her face, getting in one last chair shot before finally relenting, throwing the now slightly bent chair away.

"And now finally, Victoria has relented on her heartless assault on Sheree, but the damage has already been done!" JR exclaimed in absolute disgust, as Victoria grinned down at Sheree's unmoving form, the fans still booing Victoria in anger.

"I know this is a No Disqualification Match and all, but there was no need for that! This is why I was skeptical about this match in the first place! Victoria doesn't want to win! She just wants to make sure Sheree doesn't walk ever again!" King growled in anger as Victoria knelt down and grabbed Sheree by the hair, forcing her to look up at her.

"Who's the stupid one now huh?! What made you think that you could ever beat me in a No Disqualification Match?! You think you're gonna win at the Royal Rumble?! You think you're ever gonna be a Women's Champion like me?!" Victoria growled out with a laugh.

"And now, Victoria talking trash in Sheree's face!" JR snarled.

"Is this really necessary?!" King growled in anger.

Victoria pulled Sheree's face in so that they were mere meters away from each other, her grip on Sheree's hair tightening as she scowled.

"If you think I'm gonna let another talentless, snot nosed, little Barbie doll steal my spotlight again and take away my chance at becoming a 3-Time Women's Champion then you are sadly mistaken!" Victoria snarled harshly, before slamming Sheree's face into the mat.

Victoria ignored the fans as they booed her harshly, picking up the bent chair and wedging it between the turnbuckle padding as the crowd continued to boo her.

"Err... what's she doing?!" King cried out.

"Victoria's got evil intentions in mind!" JR added. "Wedging that bent steel chair between the top and middle turnbuckle!"

Victoria grabbed a fist full of Sheree's hair and pulled the younger woman up onto her feet, smiling sadistically at her.

"You see that chair?" Victoria snarled in Sheree's face, pointing at the wedged chair. "I'm gonna ruin your pretty little face with it!"

"Oh no! Don't Victoria!" King pleaded as Victoria took off, looking to run Sheree's head through the wedged chair. "NO!"

The fans cheered and sighed in relief when Sheree managed to stop herself, grabbing the middle ropes to block Victoria's attempt at smashing her skull through the chair.

"And Sheree saves herself!" JR exclaimed.

"Phew! That was close!" King added as Victoria scowled in anger. She tried to force Sheree's head through the wedged furniture, only to curse in pain when Sheree kicked at her right leg in desperation. "Hey!"

"Sheree just kicked the right knee of Victoria!" JR cried out as Victoria stumbled away from the Bostonian, releasing a bout of angered obscenities as Sheree turned around groggily, her back facing the wedged chair. "Sheree just trying to survive now! She had no choice but to go for Victoria's braced knee!"

"Smart," King complimented.

Victoria faced the Boston brunette with a scowl of rage, before charging at Sheree, only for the Bostonian brunette to leap up onto the second ropes with her legs spread in a near split, causing Victoria to go crashing through the steel chair head-first, the fans letting loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the impact. "Oh!"

"Victoria went flying right into that wedged steel chair!" JR exclaimed.

"That's gonna leave a mark," King commented with a chuckle.

Sheree quickly leaped forward, landing on Victoria's back and wrapping her arms around Victoria's midsection as she pulled her head out of the corner.

"Oh my goodness!" JR exclaimed as Sheree flipped through the legs, into a sunset powerbomb, planting Victoria back-first into the canvas with tremendous force, making the fans in attendance release a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "Sunset flip powerbomb!"

"My word!" King cried out as the referee counted the pin.

1...

"Shoulders are down! Could this be it?!" JR yelled out.

2...

With all her strength, Victoria managed to kick out just before the three count, flipping onto her front. "No! Kick out! Victoria is still in this!"

"Phew!" King chuckled as Sheree laid flat on her back on the canvas, while Victoria moved away from her, creating some distance between the two. "I thought it was over right there."

Sheree sat up as Victoria rose to her hands and knees, glaring at each other in silent anger.

"You are so dead!" Victoria growled as both women rose to their feet, with Sheree using the ropes to pull herself up. "You are SO DEAD!"

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as Victoria made the first move, nearly taking Sheree out with a rage-filled clothesline, but Sheree ducked and sprinted off. "Talk about a close call! Look at this!"

Sheree ran the ropes, rebounding off them and launching herself at Victoria, ducking and sliding across the canvas on her knees as Victoria attempted and missed a second clothesline attempt. Sheree quickly shot to her feet, pivoting on the balls of her left foot.

"Sheree picking up speed! Look out!" JR cried out as Sheree went for a spin kick, aiming to kick Victoria's head off, narrowly missing as the older woman ducked, making the fans react at how close Sheree came to spin kicking the crazy out of Victoria, before letting loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight of Victoria slapping Sheree across in the face. "Oh no!"

"Oh!" King exclaimed in shock as Sheree favoured her stinging cheek in pain. "She slapped the taste out of Sheree's mouth!"

Victoria grabbed Sheree's wrist and pulled her in, flooring the younger woman with a short-arm clothesline, knocking Sheree to the mat.

"Short-arm clothesline! Dazing Sheree," JR called as Victoria refused to let go of Sheree's wrist and dragged the Boston-born woman into the corner, where she proceeded to rapidly stomp away at the younger woman, gaining a lot of boos from the crowd. "Victoria unleashing her anger and rage on Sheree, stomping away at her in the corner! Look at this viciousness! Victoria is absolutely pummeling Sheree right now!"

"Yeah... it's scary JR!" King commented.

Victoria then pushed her foot against Sheree's throat, choking her out.

"And now just adding insult to injury!" JR exclaimed.

"And the referee can do nothing about it!" King added as Sheree released a bout of choked gasps, Victoria pressing down on her windpipe with a sadistic growl.

Victoria eventually relented on choking out Sheree in the corner, moving away from her and taking the time to taunt the fans, holding her arms out mockingly and receiving a round of angry boos, while Sheree tried to get some breath back into her lungs.

"Victoria now, taking the time to gloat to the fans, whilst Sheree tries to get some breath back into her lungs," JR commented. Victoria scoffed at the booing fans and picked up the chair that she had kicked away from Sheree earlier.

"Oh no... what is she gonna do with that now?" King wondered in apprehension, as Victoria turned and gestured for Sheree to come at her with a taunting grin on her face.

"Come on! Come get me brat!" Victoria taunted, causing Sheree to glare at the woman as she taunted her, daring her to stand up and come at her.

"Victoria's daring Sheree to come at her!" JR noted as Sheree used the ropes to pull herself back up onto her feet.

"I wouldn't. Not with that chair in Victoria's hands," King replied.

To the fans surprise, Sheree ran at Victoria, who grinned widely and took a huge swing at her with the chair. "Whoa! What in the heck is she thinking?!"

"Victoria swung wildly and missed!" JR exclaimed as Sheree ducked, causing Victoria to miss completely. Victoria swung the chair at Sheree again, but the younger woman superkicked the chair right out of Victoria's hands! "Good lord! Sheree just superkicked the steel chair out of Victoria's hands!"

"That was way too close!" King cried out as the fans reacted with excitement.

"Sheree firing back with piston forearms! She's a fiery one I'll give her that," JR said as Sheree blasted Victoria's face with a range of forearms, the fans cheering her on, until Victoria had enough and kneed her in the stomach with enough force behind it to double Sheree over with a groan, the large RAW crowd verbally wincing at the sight.

"Good grief!" King exclaimed with worry.

"And with one shot, Victoria puts a stop to THAT!" JR cried out as Victoria wrapped an arm around Sheree's head, spiking her head-first into the mat with a DDT, the fans releasing an 'Ohhh!' at the sight.

"Ohhh, Oh no!" King groaned, wincing at the sight of Sheree's head bouncing off the canvas.

"A spiking DDT!" JR added as Victoria stood up with a smug smirk on her face, opting not to go for a cover. "But Victoria doesn't go for the pin!"

"I question this!" King said, as the two tone haired woman turned away from the supine form of Sheree, leaning forward and blowing a kiss to the crowd before hitting a standing moonsault on Sheree. "Whoa!"

"Perfect standing Moonsault from Victoria!" JR praised as Victoria crashed down on Sheree with all her weight, winding the younger woman, the fans reacting.

"That's gotta be one of the only things I like about Victoria!" King commented as Victoria hooked the far leg, going for the cover.

1...

"Will this be it?" JR wondered.

2...

"No! Sheree just about managed to lift the shoulder up!"

Victoria released a growl as she glowered down at Sheree who was favouring her stomach. The veteran cursed silently, smacking the canvas with her fist.

"Victoria's starting to get frustrated," King noted.

"That won't be good for Sheree in this type of environment," JR added.

Victoria rose to her feet, spotting the chair that Sheree kicked out of her hands and picked it up, placing it next to Sheree who wasn't moving at the moment, groaning in pain.

"What's Victoria up to now?" King questioned with worried eyes as she grabbed a fist full of Sheree's hair.

"Who knows. That woman is messed up inside," JR answered.

Victoria pulled Sheree onto her feet and lifted her onto her shoulders, looking for the Spider's Web. "Oh no! Not that! Not on the chair!"

"She's gonna do the same thing she did to Mickie James last week!" King exclaimed in horror, as the fans booed and gasped in terror at what she was about to do.

Sheree tried to wiggle out of Victoria's grip, making the veteran scowl in annoyance.

"Sheree, trying to battle out of it!" JR cried out.

"Come on Sheree! Keep fighting!" King cheered, the fans in attendance cheering along with him.

When Sheree realised that wasn't working, she rammed her elbow into the side of Victoria's head multiple times. "Ooh! OH!"

"Sheree continuing to fight!" JR exclaimed as she desperately continued to ram her elbows into the side of Victoria's head.

"She got out of it!" King cheered as Sheree caught Victoria in the jaw with an elbow that rocked the older woman, dazing her enough to make her lose her grip. "Sheree escaped the Spider's Web!"

Sheree landed on her feet, staggering slightly, before quickly kicking Victoria in the gut, wrapping an arm around the veteran's head, setting up for the Snapshot, making the fans cheer in excitement.

"Sheree!" JR exclaimed as Sheree paused to give the WWE fans an intense look. "Sheree looking for the Snapshot!"

"AHH!" King screamed as Sheree lifted Victoria's body and hit the Snapshot on the steel chair, the fans releasing a collective 'OHHH!' at Victoria's head bouncing off the steel. "OH! OH MY GOD!"

"Oh my lord! The Snapshot! The Snapshot right onto the steel chair!" JR exclaimed.

"Cover her Sheree! Cover her!" King encouraged her, the fans imploring the woman to do the same.

Sheree quickly rolled the slightly unconscious Diva onto her back and went for the pin.

"Sheree with a Snapshot on the steel chair! Victoria is out!" JR yelled as the referee began counting the pin.

One!

"Oh lord!"

Two!

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

THREE!

"She got the three! Yes!"

"Sheree prevails!" JR exclaimed as "Headstrong" played throughout the arena, the fans cheering loudly as Sheree gingerly rolled off Victoria's body before standing up. Her body hurt like hell, but she had a smirk on her face as the referee raised her arm in victory, while the fans continued to cheer, impressed by the match. "Sheree just beat a former Women's Champion!"

"Here's your winner, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced as the fans cheered.

"HAHA! Eat that Victoria!" King laughed as Victoria rolled out of the ring, seemingly still a little dazed from that Snapshot onto the steel chair.

"For the second time in a row, Sheree Louise has pinned Victoria!" JR exclaimed as Sheree climbed the corner ropes, holding her arms out, which received a loud reaction from the Uncasville fans as replays were shown of the final moments. "Sheree avoided what could have been, would have been, a career threatening Spider's Web, and returned the favour with a devastating Snapshot onto the steel chair!"

"Victoria's plan blew up in her face!" King laughed as the replays were done, showing an exhausted Sheree standing on the middle ropes, pandering to the fans. "I still can't believe Sheree has beaten Victoria, one of WWE's most dangerous women, in a No Disqualification Match! Man what a match!"

"Sheree is riding a wave of momentum into the Royal Rumble Pay-Per-View. And if she can beat Victoria twice, then Beth Phoenix should be worried," JR said as Sheree jumped off the turnbuckle and left the ring, high fiving the fans as she walked around ringside.

"Damn right she better be worried! Sheree planted Victoria face first into a steel chair! With no remorse too! If Sheree can do that to Victoria, then Beth Phoenix just might have some competition on her hands!" King replied.

"We all know that the Glamazon isn't one to shy away from competition. But will she accept Sheree as competition?" JR wondered out loud.

Backstage Beth Phoenix watched on the monitor, arms still crossed as Sheree backed up the ramp with a huge smirk on her face, holding her arms out to another great reaction from the fans. An emotionless expression appeared on the Glamazon's face, before she proceeded to walk away.

. . . .

A few minutes before the main event...

Roxanna sat in the canteen, now wearing a black hoodie, a plain white shirt, and skinny jeans tucked into black, knee-length heeled boots. The 29 year old had her long legs propped up on the table, with her hands shoved into her jeans pockets. She currently had her earphones stuffed into her ears, eyes closed while nodding her head to the heavy riffs of "Domination" by Pantera.

One golden eye snapped open when she felt movement near her. On the table was a small black bag with gold lettering that said, "Happy 29th Birthday."

Roxanna looked up to see Kerry staring down at her.

"You do know my birthday was a few days ago, right?" the black haired, tattooed woman questioned.

Kerry just shrugged. "I know. But you were spending your birthday with your family."

"You didn't have to get me a present you know," Roxanna replied, pulling out her earphones whilst looking up at the blonde-haired woman with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't. It's from Glenn," Kerry told her, a sly smirk stretching across her face as "Loaded" by Zack Tempest played throughout the arena, signaling Jeff Hardy's entrance. "My present comes later."

"Please tell me you didn't hire another male stripper," Roxanna groaned, inwardly shivering as she tried to forget the last 'present' Kerry gave her.

"If I told you that, I'd be spoiling the fun of seeing your horrified face Kitty-Kat," the younger woman replied, her smirk widening when Roxanna growled at being called Kitty-Kat.

Kerry turned on her heel when she heard Randy calling for her.

"I'd better go. See ya!" Kerry called out, before leaving the veteran on her own once again.

"Yeah, see ya," the black haired woman grumbled. She took her legs off the table and looked inside the bag, smiling brightly when she saw a large bar of Galaxy Chocolate and two tickets to a Metallica concert, one of her many favourite bands.

You really know how to spoil me Uncle Glenn...

. . . .

Jeff Hardy vs. Umaga - Steel Cage Match Main Event

Jeff glared at the behemoth that was Umaga, watching silently as the crazed Samoan stepped inside the steel cage that surrounded them both like a prison without a roof, fulfilling its intended purpose.

"HEY!"

Jeff snapped his head up towards the stage as the beginning riffs of "Burn in my Light" played throughout the arena, the Uncasville crowd releasing a loud bout of excited screams as Kerry and the WWE Champion made their presence known.

"Uh oh," King mumbled as Randy Orton walked down the walkway with the coveted WWE Title resting on his shoulders, a cold stoic look on his face. Kerry sauntered alongside him with a particularly big smirk on her face, watching as Jeff struggled to keep his anger in check. "Looks like Jeff has company."

"The WWE Champion," JR retorted with an air of disgust as Kerry and Orton reached the ringside area. Orton and Hardy glared at one another, while Kerry waved mockingly at the youngest of the two Hardy Brothers, grinning at the way his eyes darkened as he made eye contact with the woman. "The vile Randy Orton and the blue eyed demoness herself."

Orton lazily pulled the title off his shoulders, never taking his eyes off Jeff as he and the blonde woman beside him walked methodically around the caged ring, with Kerry running her hand across the cage wall with an evil smirk directed at Hardy. "Something deep inside the pit of my stomach has just turned this mood into a much different emotion."

Jeff looked between the raging monster trapped inside the Steel Cage with him, and the two blood thirsty snakes prowling at ringside with weary eyes, watching as Orton gripped the steel wiring of the cage and peered through it with a soulless gaze, staring a hole through his fated Royal Rumble opponent. Kerry's smirk widened frighteningly as she ran her fingers over the cold steel, staring at Jeff with malicious intent pulsing through her blue eyes, seemingly enjoying his nervousness. "Jeff Hardy in a cage with Umaga. And now, Kerry and the WWE Champion, here at ringside. You, ladies and gentlemen can certainly do the math on that one. Jeff Hardy is in as precarious a position and as much jeopardy as an individual can possibly be in."

As Orton glared at Jeff, Kerry moved away from the cage and walked towards the timekeepers area, turning her evil blue eyes on Lilian Garcia and leveling her with a flat, unblinking stare. Lilian did a double-take at suddenly gaining the blonde-haired woman's attention, eyes widening fearfully. Seemingly getting the memo, Lilian rose to her feet as Orton came their way, giving her seat to the WWE Champion as his theme music faded into the background.

"Well I'm gonna tell you something JR," King said as Lilian moved closer to the timekeepers area, getting increasingly uncomfortable as Kerry watched her in silent amusement. Her amusement only increased when Orton opted not to sit down in the chair that Lilian had just given up, glaring at the back of Jeff Hardy's head. "That cage is constructed to keep everybody out and everybody in. I can assure you right now, that Jeff Hardy would love to be on the outside of that cage, to be able to get his hands on Randy Orton and Kerry, who is eyeballing the heck out of Lilian right now. I hope she doesn't do anything to her."

"Who knows what that woman is thinking," JR retorted as Kerry finally let Lilian breathe, finally turning her attention to the match when the referee signaled for the bell. "Kerry finds immeasurable pleasure in the suffering of others."

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

Jeff went to lock up with the huge machine of a man, only for Umaga to roughly shove him away, sending him flying off his feet. "Remember this match is no disqualification. Pinfall, submission or, escaping the cage!"

The Samoan Bulldozer released a loud roar that echoed throughout the arena. Jeff hesitated, before charging at the man again, only for the back of Umaga's elbow to connect with his face, flooring the Charismatic Enigma.

"Oh! Oh," King winced as Hardy rolled onto his knees in a daze. Kerry smirked as she leaned against the barricade, thoroughly enjoying Hardy's pain. "Man..."

"Umaga, just knocking down and manhandling Jeff Hardy," JR noted as the large man dragged Hardy to his feet by his hair and sent him flying towards the ropes. The Charismatic Enigma bounced off the ropes, finding himself on the receiving end of a monster shoulder-tackle that sent him crashing back down to the canvas, Umaga releasing another loud battle cry, making the fans jeer at him in response. "We have talked several weeks about Umaga and his abilities. He's a three-hundred and fifty pound superheavyweight that moves like a much smaller man."

The large man stalked the dazed Intercontinental Champion, grabbing a fist full of his locks and dragging him back up onto his feet. "Extremely athletically gifted. But Umaga is a very bad man."

Umaga sent Jeff barreling towards the ring ropes, making the Charismatic Enigma bounce off them.

"Umaga taking the wind out of Jeff Hardy's sails early," King noted as Umaga leaned forward, looking to toss Jeff over his back with a back-body drop. The Intercontinental Champion had this scouted however, and leaped clean over the larger man, looking to take him down with a sunset flip. Umaga teetered, waving his arms around wildly as Jeff tried desperately to roll the much larger man onto his back.

"NO!" the behemoth of a man howled, leaving his feet, looking to squash the smaller man beneath him. "And this may-"

The fans cheered loudly as Jeff hastily moved out of the way, causing Umaga to crash into the mat butt-first. "Oh. Thank goodness Jeff managed to move out of the way of that one."

The Charismatic Enigma quickly took advantage of the situation, running the ropes and rebounding off them, the energy in the arena spiking, the fans cheering louder as Hardy dropkicked Umaga in the face.

"Jeff Hardy quickly goes for the cover!" JR exclaimed as Hardy jumped down on the fallen beast of a man, pressing all his body-weight against the Samoan Bulldozer desperately.

The fans groaned as Umaga powered out, shoving the Charismatic Enigma off him, and sending him flying across the ring in the process. "But the power of Umaga. The upper body strength. The quickness, the agility."

Jeff quickly rose to his feet, keenly aware that Randy and Kerry were watching him like a hawk, but refrained from thinking about their presence outside the ring. It would just be a distraction, which he knew they were hoping for. Hardy kept up the assault as the Samoan Bulldozer rose to his feet, kicking the larger man in the gut. He hit a chin-buster on Umaga, making him stagger back, dazing the large Samoan momentarily. Jeff rose to his feet, favouring the top of his head with a wince.

Kerry shook her head with a chuckle as she watched the Intercontinental Champion make the critical mistake of turning his back on the monster. "It's almost more than one man can deal with, when dealing with Umaga, especially inside a Steel Cage."

"Aw jeez," King winced as Umaga lifted his bare foot when Jeff turned back around, catching him in the face with a big boot, completely flooring Jeff Hardy.

"Look at that amazing flexibility," JR praised as Umaga favoured his mouth, snarling down at Hardy as Orton watched from where he sat in Lilian's chair, that stoic look on his face, and a firm grasp on the WWE Championship. "And all this while the WWE Champion Randy Orton and his blonde associate, or whatever they are to each other, are sitting at ringside."

Umaga dragged Hardy back up to his feet by his silky locks, dropping him with a destructive punch to the face as a replay was shown of that large foot that caught Hardy in the face. "No matter the outcome of this match, Jeff Hardy will remain the number one contender for the WWE Title. And look at this! BOOM!"

"Huge foot, right to the side of Jeff Hardy's head," King noted as Umaga snarled thickly at the Uncasville crowd, that had broken out into a huge chant of 'HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!' that vibrated throughout the arena. "Let me ask you this JR. Why do you think Randy Orton and Kerry are out here? You think they're trying to get inside Jeff Hardy's head? Trying to intimidate him?"

"I don't think it has anything to do with scouting, or getting a closer look," JR answered, as Umaga pulled Hardy back up to his feet and whipped him into the corner by the steel door. "I think it's all psychological."

The Samoan monster ran at Jeff with a roar, but Jeff step-sided out of the way just in time, making Umaga barrel into the corner, his face slamming against the steel to excited cheers from the fans.

"Oh!" King exclaimed, wincing as Umaga fell into a seated position in the corner. Kerry frowned and Randy shot to his feet with a snarl.

"And Umaga just ate some of that Steel Cage! Can Jeff Hardy capitalize here?!" JR added, as Jeff wasted no time in assaulting the large Samoan with hard rights to the face. "The Steel Cage became Jeff Hardy's tag team partner momentarily!"

"COME ON UMAGA!" Orton yelled, a snarl on his face as Jeff continued to pummel away at the Samoan Bulldozer.

"Look at this!" King exclaimed as Hardy swung himself upwards using the top ropes, before swinging himself back down to pierce Umaga's chest with a swinging slingshot dropkick, getting a rousing reaction from the fans.

Jeff rolled backwards onto his knees, favouring his back with a wince as Umaga rolled out of the corner in a daze. "That was a devastating move right there."

"Get up Umaga," Randy snapped, eyes wild as he moved closer to the cage, his fingers wrapped around the steel wiring as he watched his adversary go for the cover, hooking the far leg. "GET HIM!"

"Hardy gettin' em by pinfall and he's going for it," JR called out as the ref counted the pin, only managing to get a two count before Umaga powered out, throwing the Intercontinental Champion off him with a little less power behind it than last time. That slingshot dropkick took a lot out of him. "Orton getting that proverbial closer look."

Jeff continued to pummel away at the large man as both Orton and Kerry watched with keen, hawk-like eyes, glaring at him. Umaga stumbled back to his feet, each punch from the Hardy brother rocking him.

"You know what you've gotta appreciate about Jeff Hardy is," King began as Jeff ran the ropes, rebounding off them and bolting straight at the dazed monster. "Like you said earlier, he is absolutely willing to put everything he's got ON THE LINE! OH!"

Umaga suddenly ducked, sending Hardy up and over him. The fans winced as the Charismatic Enigma crashed into the cage wall, only to cry and scream out in a passionate fury of excitement as Hardy held on, using the top ropes as a springboard to spring himself up onto the top of the cage, sending both Randy and Kerry into a panicked frenzy.

"OH MY GOSH!" JR exclaimed.

"Look at this!" King added, chuckling at Kerry and Orton's reactions. "Orton and Kerry are going wild!"

"JEFF HARDY! HARDY HUNG ON! DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" JR yelled out in shock as Umaga desperately grabbed a hold of Hardy's leg, trying to pull him back in, while both Orton and Kerry were working themselves up into a frenzy at ringside.

"Stop him!" Kerry yelled in a demanding tone towards Umaga, hitting the cage with her fists. "STOP HIM! PULL HIM BACK DOWN! STOP HIM NOW!"

"Jeff Hardy stopped his collision into the cage," JR noted as Umaga managed to pull Hardy back inside the cage, much to the fans displeasure, who began to quiet down. "Almost escaping the cage to win it."

With an emphatic "NO!" Umaga yanked Hardy off the ropes, sending the risk-taker spiraling back down to the canvas, hitting the mat back-first with enough impact to get a loud 'Ohhh!' from the Uncasville crowd as Randy celebrated the sight passionately, while Kerry sighed in relief, resting her head against the cage.

"Oh man," King winced.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Randy snapped, nearly climbing the cage in his excitement, slamming his hands against the steel wiring, the fans jeering and booing. "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! BREAK HIM! BREAK HIM! BREAK HIM IN HALF!"

"That's just raw, nasty power," JR added. "Jeff Hardy maybe broken in half, but this cage match will continue!"

King groaned in sympathy as Jeff laid on the canvas, pain tearing through his back. "That's it for Jeff."

---

"Raw Roulette from the Mohegan Sun Casino Arena, has not being kind to Jeff Hardy," JR said, as Raw came back to reveal Randy sat in the chair near the announce table with a focused glare on his face, he and Kerry, who was standing right in front of said announce table, watching as Umaga had Hardy grounded on the mat, gripping the nerves of his right shoulder with a crushing grip that made the Charismatic Enigma squirm in pain.

"HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!"

"The #1 Contender for that man Randy Orton's WWE Title, has drawn Umaga inside a Steel Cage. And during the break ladies and gentlemen..."

King released a groan of sympathy for the Intercontinental Champion, as a replay was shown of Umaga swinging and borderline dumping Jeff Hardy halfway across the ring, with a spinning side-slam that got a dark, evil smile out of Kerry and got a loud 'OHHH!' from the fans as they winced at the impact. "Amazing physicality and strength by this Samoan SUV."

"Absolutely brutal!" King exclaimed, as both Orton and Kerry loomed dangerously around the cage, now watching as Jeff Hardy squirmed and gasped in pain through the small gaps in the cage wall. "We wondered why Kerry and Orton were out here. I'm beginning to think that they just want a good close look, and watch Umaga destroy Jeff Hardy!"

"SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF HIM!" Orton demanded as Umaga added the pressure, pressing all of his weight down on Jeff, making him cry out in pain. The fans booed as the large monster of a man released a terrifying yell. "THAT'S IT! SQUEEZE!"

The Charismatic Enigma snarled in a mixture of pain and anger as he saw the look of sick pleasure on Kerry's face whilst watching him squirm in pain. Orton prowled around her, his fingers gripping the cage walls as he glared at him, taunting the Intercontinental Champion, demanding Umaga to choke him out. "HOW'S THAT FEEL JEFF?! HUH?! SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUTTA HIM!"

Jeff squirmed and kicked his feet out wildly, trying anything that would help him get out of his current predicament. He was slowly fading, and the pain was starting to get unbearably bad.

"THAT'S IT REF!" Orton snapped. "THAT'S IT!"

"Orton tellin' the ref that's it," King noted, as Umaga rained down on Jeff with vicious elbows and clubbing shots, effectively stopping the current Intercontinental Champion from wiggling free of his grasp, and making Hardy's situation even more difficult as he reapplied the tight grip on his shoulder with more vigor. "Jeff Hardy has not given up and Randy Orton imploring Umaga to just squeeze the life outta Jeff."

"Umaga right now with that distinct advantage," JR added, as Orton and Kerry continued to watch Jeff Hardy struggle to wiggle out of Umaga's tight grip with a predatory gaze, the official asking the Enigma if he wanted to quit. "Looking to damage, destroy and devastate the #1 Contender for Randy Orton's WWE Title."

"And that debilitating nerve hold that Umaga has clamped on Jeff Hardy right now, will certainly make it next to impossible for Jeff to climb outta this cage, because it would make his right arm completely useless," King said, as Orton prowled restlessly behind Kerry who watched Hardy silently, the fans starting to rev up as Hardy began to stir and tried to pull himself back up onto his feet, despite the crushing weight towering over him.

"Randy Orton like a caged animal at ringside," JR noted as Jeff managed to make it to his hands and knees, the fans getting louder as Kerry watched on with a venomous look in her eyes.

King shivered at the sight. "That icy stare of Kerry is frightening! Thank goodness they're outside the cage."

"Squeeze," Orton growled, stalking in front of the announce table as Jeff rose to one knee, the building starting to shake as the fans rallied behind the Charismatic Enigma. "Squeeze the life outta him!"

"Orton imploring Umaga to destroy Jeff Hardy in this main event on Monday Night Raw," JR noted as Jeff finally made it back to his feet, striking out with an elbow to Umaga's gut. The former Intercontinental Champion dropped to a knee however, when Umaga retaliated with a stiff head-butt to the back of Hardy's head. "This match can be won by pinfall, submission or escaping the cage."

Umaga pulled Jeff Hardy up onto his feet and whipped Orton's challenger for the WWE Title into the ropes. Jeff rebounded off them and slowed his momentum as Umaga leaned heavily forward for a back-body drop, connecting with a stiff kick to the chest that sent the larger man staggering back, the fans breaking out into loud ruckus cheers that made Kerry's eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"Oh! Nice kick!" King praised as Hardy ran full speed towards the ropes, rebounding off them and launching himself at Umaga. "I don't know how much Hardy had left in the tank but still- OH! Oh no!"

The fans released a loud and horrified 'OHHH!' as Umaga sent Hardy flying over his back, and back-first into the cage wall, crashing down onto the hard apron, his body scraping painfully against the cold, hard steel.

"Good grief!" JR exclaimed as Jeff Hardy found himself pinned between the Steel Cage and the ring ropes. Orton clapped obnoxiously as he paced at ringside, while a large smirk seemed to slither across Kerry's face, a wild gleeful gleam in her blue eyes as she curled her fingers around the steel wiring of the cage. "Jeff Hardy back-dropped into the Steel Cage!"

The fans jeered as Umaga tried to get his bearings back, annoyance pulsating throughout the arena at Orton's loud shouts of encouragement towards Umaga.

"FINISH HIM!" the WWE Champion shouted. "FINISH HIM!"

"Much to the delight of Randy Orton and Kerry," King commented as Umaga grabbed a handful of Hardy's hair, slowly pulling the man up as Orton continued to implore the large Samoan to finish the Intercontinental Champion, nearly climbing the cage walls in his excitement. "WWE Champ Randy Orton screaming 'Finish Him!' at Umaga. What more can Umaga do?"

"Watch this." Replays were shown of Jeff being back body dropped into the cage wall, the impact rattling the cage, fans wincing as Hardy landed on his head.

"A huge momentum changer," JR said as Umaga pinned the Charismatic Enigma against the cage wall, assaulting him with vicious Samoan head-butts to the skull. "Jeff Hardy landing on his head and shoulders."

The fans winced has Umaga began to violently slam the back of Hardy's head against the cage wall, dazing the risk taker. "And now the cage becomes the enemy of Jeff Hardy, along with the 350 pound Umaga."

"And the cage is not only the ally of Umaga," King stated as Umaga watched as Hardy nearly slumped over the ropes in a daze. "But also of Randy Orton and Kerry."

Umaga turned away from the rattled Enigma to stare a hole through Kerry and Orton, who were both too busy praising him to care. The large man made eye contact with the blue eyes of Kerry that shone with psychotic glee.

"Crush him," she snarled, her voice was barely heard over the roar of the crowd, a whisper, but the growl in her tone and the crazed smirk on her face, was glaringly noticeable, desperate to see the younger Hardy in pain. "Crush. Him."

"Because the more damage that Jeff Hardy suffers here," King continued. "The better Orton's chances are at the ROYAL RUMBLE!"

Umaga suddenly took off, rebounding off the ropes and bulldozing himself at the Charismatic Enigma, the fans releasing a loud gasp at the sight of Umaga sandwiching Jeff between the cold Steel Cage and his massive body. "Oh man..."

"Aw that's gotta be it!" JR said as Jeff crumbled onto his side, his eyes wide and glazed as the ref checked to see if he could continue.

"Look at Orton and Kerry," King muttered as Orton gloated at the fans, while Kerry simply smiled widely and tilted her head, watching Jeff's still body rise and fall with amusement. "They're loving this right now. Orton's beside himself he's so happy."

"PIN HIM!" Orton demanded whilst Hardy slowly rolled back into the ring, sheer agony evident on his face. "PIN HIM!"

"How much punishment can Jeff Hardy withstand?" JR wondered as Umaga went for the pin. "The cover by Umaga."

1...

2...

"And that three is..."

At the last moment Jeff put his leg on the bottom rope, getting a relieved reaction from the fans and effectively wiping the smirk off Kerry's face. "Well it won't be three, because Jeff Hardy had the wherewithal to get his foot on the rope."

Umaga glared down at Jeff, rising to his feet and turning his glare on Orton, watching as the man nearly climbed the cage just to get his attention.

"NEED SOME HELP?" Randy yelled over the crowd, ignoring the officials as they demanded him to step away from the cage. "I'LL GET YOU SOME HELP!"

"Wait a minute..." King watched in confusion as Orton ran back to where he was sitting and grabbed his chair, folding it with an audible snap. "What is Orton...? He wants to know if Umaga wants some help- look at this!"

"YOU WANT THIS CHAIR?" Randy asked, before throwing the grey folding chair high into the air, over the cage and into the ring. "YOU CAN HAVE IT!"

The Legend Killer wasn't done, storming back towards the timekeepers area.

"GET OUTTA MY WAY!" Orton snapped in Lilian's face, grabbing a black steel chair.

"Jeff Hardy is one of the most resilient men we've ever seen!" JR exclaimed, as the fans cheered in excitement at the sight of chairs being thrown into the ring. "The steel chairs are raining into the ring!"

Kerry pulled the apron back to louder cheers from the fans, pulling out another black steel chair, throwing it over the cage and into the ring.

"Kerry just threw one in too!" King added as Umaga stared at the unusually energetic Randy Orton, with two steel chairs in his hands, the one grey one, and one of the black ones. "Is this legal?!"

Orton climbed up onto the cage, ignoring the referees as they implored the current WWE Champion to get down. "BEAT HIS ASS! BEAT HIS ASS!"

"It sure as hell legal!" JR replied, as Umaga threw the black steel chair down onto the mat, never taking his eyes off Orton as he shouted demands at him.

"COME ON UMAGA!" Orton encouraged with a wild gleam in his eyes. "HIT HIM!"

"My god! The Samoan Monster with weapons!" JR exclaimed as Umaga turned his attention on Jeff Hardy, sizing the Charismatic Enigma up, watching as he used the ropes to pull himself back up onto his feet, the fans screaming out, trying to warn the Intercontinental Champion of the looming threat. "He's a walking weapon!"

Umaga pulled back like he was holding a baseball bat, as Hardy stumbled to his feet and swung with all his might. "OH NO!"

A huge, insane smirk spread across Kerry's face at the sickening crack of the steel chair smacking into Jeff Hardy's back, watching in satisfying pleasure as the Charismatic Enigma crumbled to the mat, the fans releasing a loud and horrified 'OHHH!' at the deafening sound of steel against flesh. "OH LORD!"

"Aw man!" King groaned with a wince.

"Right in the spine!" JR exclaimed, as Umaga threw the chair away with a snarl and slowly advanced towards the still, agonized body of Jeff Hardy. "The steel chair in the spine of Jeff Hardy!"

Kerry shook the cage walls as she pulled on them, laughing diabolically at Hardy's pain. "DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!"

"And you can hear that evil woman, laughing, enjoying, taking pleasure in Hardy's agony!" JR shook his head in disgust at Kerry's demands. "Sickening. What a sick and vile woman."

"YES!" Orton cheered, pointing at Hardy's broken body as Umaga stared at him. "THAT'S IT! NOW PIN HIM! PIN HIM AGAIN!"

"Well Orton's chances of retaining his title, that title match at the Royal Rumble..." King trailed off in disgust as Orton passed by the announcer's table to get a closer look, chanting "YES! YES! YES!"

"This tells me that Randy Orton is damn sure concerned," JR commented as Umaga dropped into the cover, hooking the far leg. "Look out! Here's the cover-"

1...

2...

The Uncasville crowd broke out into a huge screaming pop as Jeff Hardy managed to kick out before the three count, making Randy pause, while Kerry's eyes widened slightly from the other side of the ring, a snarl of annoyance stretching across her face. "And Hardy kicks out! Resilience! Resilience! And guts! And will!"

"WHY WON'T YOU LOSE?!" Orton snapped in Jeff Hardy's face, the steel wall being the only thing between them. Umaga nearly placed his hands on his head in shock, glaring at the referee, before shoving Jeff away. "JUST LOSE!"

"I don't know if that's smart on the part of Jeff Hardy though JR," King added worriedly, as Umaga rose to his feet and began to slowly make his way to the nearest turnbuckle, proceeding to climb the ropes.

"YES!" Orton cheered at the sight. "There you go Umaga! There you go!"

"How many times have we said, we've seen more competitors with more guts than brains- oh no..." King watched with worry as the large Samoan reached the top of the turnbuckle, and grabbed the thick cold bars of the steel beams that rested atop the cage, using it to help him walk along the top ropes, the fans screaming and cheering in restlessness. "Is Umaga gonna climb out of the cage here or what?"

"Is Umaga escaping or thinking of something else?" JR wondered as Hardy stumbled to his feet. "And Jeff- OH!"

The fans roared out in excitement as Jeff leaped, crashing against the top rope, causing the Samoan to slip and fall, the rope rebounding between his legs.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" King exclaimed as Kerry looked on with wide eyes.

"One leg went east! One leg went west!" JR added as Umaga yelled in pain, Orton watching with horrified worry as Jeff made it back to his feet, picking up a steel chair, unfolding it, and placing it just in front of Umaga. "Umaga suffered with the best!"

King laughed. "I just heard Umaga scream in pain for the first time ever!"

Kerry watched in rising terror as Jeff Hardy ran the ropes, using them to launch himself at the chair. "NO!"

"Hardy! Look out!" JR cried out as Hardy propelled himself off the chair, sending his entire body flying into Umaga. Excited passionate screams from the crowd erupted in the Mohegan Casino as the larger man's head bounced off the steel, sending him crumbling off the ropes. "Jeff Hardy using that chair, that Randy Orton threw over the top of the cage!"

Kerry and Orton were beside themselves in rage, Kerry glowering furiously at Hardy's still body, a snarl on her lips, while Orton threw himself into a tantrum, growling as he tried desperately to tear the steel wiring of the cage apart to get his hands on the Charismatic Enigma.

"Look at Kerry and Orton," King said with amusement in his voice. "Neither of them can believe what they've seen! Orton's just trying to get his finger through the cage wall just so he can get his hands on Hardy!"

"COME ON UMAGA!" Orton roared, clapping his hands furiously, desperately watching as Jeff pulled himself up into a sitting position, the large Samoan monster stirring. "GET UP!"

"The amazing Jeff Hardy!" JR praised as replays were shown of Jeff's high risk, last ditch offense. "The athleticism! And the guts! And the will to... by god, simply survive here!"

Jeff finally willed himself back up onto his feet, tiredly signaling for the Twist of Fate, receiving an excited response from the WWE fans.

"NOOO!" Orton yelled out, his hands on his head as he watched Umaga stumble back up onto his feet, unaware of Jeff Hardy behind him, stalking him.

"Is Jeff gonna do this JR?!" King questioned, the excitement in the air intensifying. "He's feeling it!"

"What's Jeff Hardy thinking?" JR wondered. The Charismatic Enigma kicked Umaga in the gut as he turned around, releasing a yell as he signaled for the Twist of Fate.

"COUNTER IT!" Kerry shrieked, gripping the chain-link with a mixture of rage, frustration and worry on her face.

"Jeff Hardy lookin'..." Umaga shoved him off as he went for the execution, making Jeff rebound off the ropes, running right into a huge shot underneath the chin, that sent him crumbling to his knees and face-planting the mat. "Oof."

"Awww," King groaned along with the fans as Kerry released a sigh of relief.

"Hardy lookin' for the Twist of Fate," JR said as Umaga got his bearings under control, before grabbing a fist full of Hardy's hair and dragging him into the corner, leaning him against the bottom turnbuckle in a seated position. "But the fate has been twisted on Jeff Hardy, as the extended hand or maybe that thumb of Umaga, right into Hardy's throat. And down again, goes the #1 Contender for Randy Orton's WWE Title."

King released a grunt of disgust as Umaga punched away at the Charismatic Enigma, with Orton watching closely.

"YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET SQUASHED!" Orton roared in Hardy's dazed face, as Umaga slowly backed up with a wild gleam in his eyes, glaring at Jeff Hardy. "YOU HEAR ME! YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET SQUASHED!"

"I'm afraid Orton is right," King said solemnly. "He just told Jeff Hardy, 'You're about to get squashed."

"I don't think that's a revelation," JR retorted, as Umaga positioned himself on the opposite corner, standing by the cage door, staring ominously back at Jeff Hardy, with both Orton and Kerry pointing at Jeff with hungry looks on their faces. "But will surely put a smile on Kerry and Randy Orton's face."

"CRUSH HIM!" Kerry demanded, being the closest to Umaga. "CRUSH HIM NOW!"

With a loud roar, that was swallowed up by the loud screams of the fans, Umaga bolted at Hardy. "Hardy in a helpless- Oh!"

A loud screaming pop erupted throughout the arena as Hardy leaped out of the way in the nick of time, making Umaga crash into the turnbuckle. Both Orton and Kerry's jaw dropped in shock. "Hardy! My god Hardy! I-I'm astonished!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Jeff shot across the ring, using the ropes for extra momentum to launch himself at Umaga with a flying forearm that made him stumble back. Not done, Hardy ran the ropes again, shooting himself into Umaga with a blow to the back of his head that made him stumble forward. "Jeff Hardy was able to move outta the way!"

Hardy whipped his leg out with a kick as Umaga turned around, but had the leg caught.

"And Jeff Hardy keeps coming!" King replied as Hardy spun into a roll, connecting with a mule kick that caught Umaga in the face, sending the big man stumbling back into the corner. "Kick to the jaw of Umaga!"

Jeff Hardy picked up a steel chair and without hesitation, threw it at Umaga. "OH!"

"My god!" JR exclaimed, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight of the steel chair smacking against Umaga's skull.

"Jeff Hardy with steel chairs!" King cried out.

"Jeff Hardy fired a fast ball with that steel chair, that hit Umaga right in the face!" JR said as Hardy attacked Umaga with vicious kicks to the mid-section, before grabbing the previously thrown chair, unfolding it and placing it on the mat.

"COME ON UMAGA!" Orton cried out desperately.

"Jeff Hardy now," JR watched as Hardy grabbed Umaga and pulled him out of the corner, before hitting a DDT on the folded chair.

"OH!" King exclaimed as the fans screamed in excitement, Umaga's skull bouncing off the steel chair.

"DDT!" JR cried out. "Steel Chair DDT!"

"And Randy Orton can do nothing but hang his head!" King noted as Kerry shook her head with a look of rage, watching as Hardy crawled into the cover.

"Hardy going for the cover!" JR exclaimed. "Hardy going for the cover!"

1...

2...

"And Umaga powered out!" Umaga used his superior strength to throw Jeff off him, making the fans groan at the close count. "Like the big stallion that he is!"

Hardy stared at the still, large body of Umaga, breathing heavily as he quickly tried to think up a new plan. He threw the chair out of the way and began to crawl towards the cage door. "And Jeff Hardy must be thinking, what in the good lord's name must I do to beat this man?! How about escaping the cage!"

"There you go! The door's open!" King noted as the referee outside unlocked the door, the fans screaming in excitement as Jeff stepped through the ropes.

Suddenly the steel door was slammed into Jeff Hardy's face, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' of despair before booing in outrage.

"Oh dammit!" JR cursed angrily at the sight of Kerry wordlessly and aggressively slamming the door shut as Jeff fell back, locking it. "Kerry slamming the door in Jeff Hardy's head, and there's nothing the referee's can do about it, because this is a No Disqualification Match!"

Kerry glared darkly at Hardy's prone form, heaving in anger as Randy wrapped an arm around her, laughing as the fans continued to voice their outrage.

"YOU'RE NEVER GETTIN' OUT OF THIS CAGE!" Kerry snapped, her blue eyes wild and ferocious as she curled her fingers around the steel wiring of the cage, pressing her forehead against the steel walls. "YOU HEAR ME HARDY! NEVER!"

"This is beyond a wrestling match!" JR commented firmly. "This is deeply personal! Between all three individuals! It's about more than just the WWE Title!"

"I can't believe Jeff Hardy almost had this thing won," King added as Umaga draped an arm over Hardy.

"The cover!" JR noted as the referee began the count.

1...

2...

Jeff managed to raise his shoulder up at the last second, breaking the count and causing the fans to break out into a massive screaming reaction.

"AND HARDY WILL NOT DIE!" JR exclaimed passionately as Kerry stamped her feet and screamed childishly, while Orton started pacing with wild angry eyes directed at Jeff Hardy. "JEFF HARDY WILL NOT DIE!"

Orton slammed his hands against the steel wall of the cage, showing signs of frustration as Umaga stumbled back up onto his feet. "Good grief! What a match! What a match on Monday Night Raw!"

"Raw Roulette has been absolutely astonishing here tonight but..." King watched as Umaga stamped his feet and released a loud roar, goading Jeff Hardy to stand up with his big thumb raised in the air, signaling for the Samoan Spike.

"Umaga thinking Samoan Spike," JR noted as the large Samoan grabbed a fist full of Hardy's hair, roughly pulling the Enigma to his feet. He pulled his large thumb back, releasing a monstrous yell. "And the Samoan Spike is the finale."

"Wait!" King exclaimed, the fans screaming in passion, adrenaline and excitement as Hardy defiantly slapped Umaga's hand away and kicked him in the gut, hitting the Twist of Fate to an explosive response, Umaga's face planting the mat with force. "TWIST OF FATE! TWIST OF FATE!"

Kerry placed her hands on her head, looking on with wide eyes, while Orton had sunk to his knees, his head in his hands, the scene before him being infuriating to witness.

"Jeff Hardy finally scored a Twist of Fate!" JR cried out as Jeff used the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. "And now Jeff escape! Just get the hell outta there!"

"He knows he can't escape through the cage door! Kerry will just slam it on his head again!" King exclaimed as Jeff staggered forward, eyeing Umaga cautiously, before pulling off his 'Hardy Boyz' muscle top to a loud screaming reaction and throwing it over the cage wall. "What's Jeff gonna do now?!"

"Jeff Hardy can go over the top though!" JR replied as Hardy began to climb the cage walls. "Jeff Hardy's gonna escape over the top!"

Kerry and Randy scowled in frustration as they watched Jeff climb the cage. The two shared a look, before rushing towards where Hardy was climbing.

"Wait, wait, wait!" King exclaimed as Hardy reached the top, only to find Kerry and Randy staring up at him with predatory gazes on their faces, making him frown as they dared him to come down. "Orton and Kerry are waiting for him!"

"This is not fair! What is this?!" JR snapped as Jeff looked between the looming snakes waiting for him, and Umaga stumbling back up onto his feet in a daze, the fans crying out in anticipation. Hardy looked back at Kerry and Orton, before making a stupid and risky decision that only he could do. "Orton waiting on Jeff Hardy! Hardy on top of the Ca- OH MY GOD!"

Jeff lifted himself up so that he was standing on the rigs of the Steel Cage, before, to Kerry and Randy's shock and awe, the crazy S.O.B launched himself backwards off the Steel Cage, twirling through the air and hitting the Whisper in the Wind on Umaga from atop the Cage!

"GOOD LORD! GOOD LORD! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!" JR yelled as Jeff collided into Umaga, the fans roaring out in complete shock at the move, the building shaking from their excitement.

"AHHH!" King shrieked.

"WHISPER IN THE WIND, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!" JR exclaimed, still not completely believing what he just saw. Orton and Kerry were just as gobsmacked, their eyes wide in shock and their jaws hitting the floor.

"W-Wha...?!" Orton breathed, blinking rapidly. What did I just see?!

"JEFF HARDY LANDED RIGHT ON UMAGA!" King cried out as Jeff crawled into the cover.

"COUNT!" JR exclaimed.

One!

Two!

Three!

"THE THREE!"

"Loaded" played throughout the arena to a huge screaming pop as Hardy released a huge battle cry of relief. "GOOD LORD! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'VE SEEN!"

"Here's your winner, Jeff Hardy!"

"UNBELIEVABLE!" King cried out, still reeling from Jeff's death-defying leap, as the referee raised the Charismatic Enigma's arm in victory.

"MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE..." JR trailed off in shock at what he saw Hardy do, as Randy slowly prowled around the cage, watching Jeff with a look of disbelief on his face. Kerry stayed right where she was, staring at Umaga's still prone body in complete shock.

"Come on we've gotta see that again!" King exclaimed.

"A Whisper in the Wind, from the top of the cage!" JR yelled out, the referee raising Hardy's arm again as Orton looked down at the ground, seemingly trying to figure out the craziness of the Charismatic Enigma. "The WWE Champion, Randy Orton with a look of disbelief! With a look of amazement on his face!"

Kerry looked on with a gobsmacked expression on her face, watching numbly as Hardy climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and scaled the Steel Cage until he was once again on top of it. "Kerry with the exact same look of shock on her face! And that look could be there, for Randy Orton and Kerry, after the Royal Rumble!"

"Can we see that one more time?! That- whoa, watch it here," King watched as Randy stormed towards where Hardy was, watching with his lips curled into a snarl, as Hardy pulled himself up so he was standing on the rigs of the cage, posing for the fans that cheered loudly in response. Randy stepped up onto the black steel steps, glaring up at Hardy as the Charismatic Enigma glared down at him in defiance. "Oh hooo! I don't think Jeff Hardy has ever stood taller in his entire career than he is right now!"

"Jeff Hardy is on top of the world!" JR exclaimed. "Tonight Jeff Hardy is standing tall! Tonight Jeff Hardy is looking down at the WWE Champion!"

"Jeff Hardy absolutely unstoppable here tonight!" King said, as a replay was shown of Hardy throwing the chair in Umaga's face. "That chair, as you called it JR, a fastball right in the face of Umaga."

"And the concerned Kerry interfering," JR noted, as a replay was shown of Kerry slamming the cage door in Hardy's face. "Stopping Hardy from escaping for the WWE Champion."

"We thought maybe that would do it," King commented as a replay of Hardy's Twist of Fate was shown. "Umaga was down! Jeff Hardy wanted to go up instead! Look at this!"

"GOOD GOSH!" JR exclaimed as replays was shown of Hardy's monster Whisper in the Wind. "GOOD GRIEF! The Whisper in the Wind from the top of the cage SCORES! Jeff Hardy put his own body, his mind, his soul on the line to win this match!"

Orton and Kerry now stood on the rampway, Orton glaring at Jeff with a snarl on his face, while Kerry still looked a little shocked from what she saw Jeff do, Raw starting to go off air, with the image of Jeff Hardy standing on top of the cage, glaring back at the WWE Champion and his female accomplice, throwing up his injured brother's Version 1 finger taunt.

"Aw the first RAW of 2008! One hell of a night! What one hell of a year we're going to have!"

. . . .

"YOU'RE FUCKIN' CRAZY!" Kerry yelled, as she, Randy and Jeff walked down the corridor, suitcases trailing behind them. The young, blonde haired woman still wore her sleeveless cut-off jeans-jacket, along with white pants, that were tucked into black heeled boots and fastened by a black strap, but had swapped the 'Legend Killer' t-shirt, for a white tank crop top, that showed off her toned abdomen.

Jeff just smirked down at her in amusement.

"I don't know why you're acting so surprised," he replied, making Kerry huff, more than a little annoyed by the smirk on his face. "I'm pretty sure I'm insane."

Kerry rolled her eyes. "Okay. So I shouldn't be surprised, but you had me worried! You're gonna kill yourself one day!"

"Well, I'm sorry for worrying you then!" Hardy replied, chuckling and rolling his eyes at her dramatic reaction.

"You better be. The next time you wanna do scary shit like that, remind me to knock some sense into you before you do something stupid!" Kerry growled, turning her head away from him with an annoyed huff. Both Jeff and Randy chuckled in amusement.

"You do realize that if I didn't do all those crazy stunts, I wouldn't be Jeff Hardy. And besides, I know you thought it was epic," Jeff replied with a knowing smirk stretching across his face.

Kerry grumbled but didn't answer. Randy and Jeff just smirked at each other. She totally thought it was epic.

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OC Profile:

Real name: Kerry Dennison

Ring Name: Kerry

Status: WWE Diva

Height: 5'5

Mentor: Randal Keith Orton (Randy Orton)

Trained by: David Finlay

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York

Billed from: Brooklyn, New York

Born: April 18, 1982

Debut: 2003 (21)

Age: 25

Signature:
Rope Hung DDT/ Spike DDT

Finishers:
RKO
Punt Kick

Accomplishments/Championships:
2-Time Women's Champion

Themes:
"Line in the Sand" (With Evolution) (July 2003 - August 2004)
"Burn in my Light" by Mercy Drive (August 2004 - Present)