Chapter 5: Mind Games
Friday Night SmackDown (January 11, 2008 tapings): Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania - Wachovia Center, January 8, 2008
Dave Bautista walked into his locker room, only to pause, quickly noticing Jay doing one-arm push ups on the floor, causing him to raise an eyebrow of amusement at the red-haired babe from Atlanta. He had just gone out for a couple of minutes to get a drink from the canteen. Imagine his surprise at the sight of a woman in his locker room doing push ups. Not that he minded of course.
"It's nice to see you and all, but couldn't you do that in the Divas locker room?" he questioned. Jay jumped up to her feet, sweating slightly as she smirked at her long time friend and mentor.
She was wearing her ring attire, which consisted of a pair of black elbow-pads and knee-pads, a pair of black wrist-bands with small spikes protruding out of them, black shorts, black boots and a black sleeveless loose tank top. On the front was a design of a red wolf with gold eyes and its teeth bared. The back of the top was ripped up to look like a wolf clawed through it.
"Hey. You were the one that left your locker room door open," Jay replied with a smirk, placing her hands on her hips and leaning forward a bit. "And don't act like you weren't enjoying the view, you pervert!"
Dave just grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Get outta here woman! I need to get changed."
Jay stuck her tongue out at him as she left the room. Dave watched the woman leave, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face.
. . . .
"These flowers weren't necessary Adam."
Roxanna stared at the insanely huge bouquet of flowers with a look of astonishment and amusement, gifted to her by Adam Copeland, aka current World Heavyweight Champion Edge. She was wearing a 'Linkin Park' themed t-shirt, along with her black white-trimmed bikers jacket on top, jeans and black heeled boots.
They were in the lounge, where the roster normally went to chill out, relax and watch the rest of the show after a match.
"Geez Kitty-Kat. Be grateful would ya!" the long haired Canadian grumbled.
Roxanna growled slightly at being called Kitty-Kat, shaking her head. "I'm flattered Adam. But couldn't you have just bought me a galaxy bar or something? I won't be able to carry this thing! I travel on a motorbike remember?!"
Adam raised an eyebrow at the tall veteran, unimpressed. "A galaxy bar? As a birthday present? Really Roxy?"
"It's the thought that counts!"
"I could take care of it for you," Michelle McCool suggested, getting a grateful thank you from Roxanna.
"Anyway..." Óscar Gutiérrez, aka Rey Mysterio started, who was as always wearing one of his famous luchador masks, this time in a gold and red colour. "I'm not sure if I heard you right, but did you say... JANE FREAKING HUXLEY WILL BE AT THE ROYAL RUMBLE?!"
There was a hint of fear in his voice as Roxanna nodded in confirmation.
"Yep," the tall woman replied. "She seems dead set on coming here. I haven't talked to her yet though."
"I don't see what the problem is," Michelle replied. "She ain't that well known by fans. Her turning up can't be that controversial... right?"
"You're wrong. When you hear the name, Jane "Hellcat" Huxley, it gains attention. But the fans ain't the problem here," Mark spoke up, smirking in amusement. "The industry itself however..."
Oscar laughed as Mark trailed off, shaking his head at the thought. "Yep. Jane is one crazy mama! Those Huxleys got no filter!"
"There's a reason why she earned the nickname "Hellcat Huxley." She's a bit of a... combustible inferno on and off screen," Roxanna explained, shaking her head with a smile as she reminisced over the antics of her old friend. "She's like oil. The more trouble she gets herself into, the bigger the flames!"
Roxy then turned to the others in the room, a stern look on her face. "Don't tell anyone that she's gonna be here! If Paul or Vince hears about this they'll barricade the doors!"
"Is she that bad?!" Michelle McCool gasped, eyes wide.
Mark chuckled from his seat beside her. "No. They just don't want her to get into a fist fight with Stephanie. Two massive egos in one room is unhealthy."
"Way to sugar-coat it Mark," Oscar chuckled, before looking at Michelle with a grin. "The last time someone pissed her off, lil mama went on a verbal tirade on Tammy! Ripped her apart!"
Michelle's eyes widened. "I've heard stories about that!"
Adam shook his head. "Oof. I remember that! Tammy was livid! I'm glad she isn't around anymore. I don't want to think about what would happen if her and Jane crossed paths."
"Why is she coming to the Royal Rumble anyway?" Óscar asked, cutting his contact-covered eyes at Roxanna and Mark with a curious gaze.
Roxanna and Mark exchanged concerned frowns. After Sheree had called Roxanna and told her that Jane was going to appear at the Rumble, both Mark and Roxanna had agreed that it would be Sheree's choice to tell the roster about being Jane Huxley's daughter, so they decided to keep quiet. Whether Sheree wanted to spill the beans was entirely up to her. It wouldn't be fair to her if they went around telling everybody they knew. That would do nothing but stir up the industry, and then the entire wrestling world along with it.
"I have no idea. Maybe she just wanted to check out the competition in the Divas Division," Roxanna lied.
"You won't say anything, right?" Mark asked the luchador, a serious look on his face.
"Don't worry amigo. My lips are sealed," Óscar replied with a reassuring smirk. "Anything that involves Hellcat Huxley, I'm staying FAR away from!"
. . . .
Later, Smackdown on air...
"Ready to get spooked?" Roxanna asked Melina, a mischievous smirk on her face. Melina, who was going to be competing in a match against Jay in a few minutes, gulped at the look on Roxanna's face.
They were standing next to the stadium washroom, where they were about to film a segment.
"Not when you're smirking at me like that!" the Latina exclaimed.
A hearty laugh escaped Roxanna's lips. "Just don't piss yourself alright?"
Melina scoffed in response. The camera crew made their appearance known, now prepared to film the segment.
"You girls ready?" a stagehand questioned, getting an affirmative from both women.
. . . .
Melina walked into the washroom and placed her championship on the counter, her appearance garnering a small negative reaction from the fans as they watched the segment on the titantron. She turned the cold water on and lowered her head to wash her face.
She rose back up to her full height and stared at the mirror, only for her eyes to widen in shock and crippling fear, as hard golden orbs glared at her from behind making her blood run cold. The Wachovia Center however, exploded into a screaming pop at the sight of Tara standing behind Melina with a murderous glare on her face.
Melina turned around sharply, ready for a fight, but Tara was no longer standing behind her. The Paparazzi Princess growled and roughly picked up her Women's Championship.
"I must be freakin' losing it," she grumbled angrily, before walking out of the washroom.
"That was creepy..." Jonathan Coachman commented.
"You're telling me. Tara really wants that Women's Championship," Michael Cole added.
The cameras suddenly cut to another part of the backstage area to reveal Jay talking to Rey Mysterio, hugging him and walking away, heading towards the gorilla position with a small smile on her face.
"Hey look! Jamie!" Coachman exclaimed as the crowd cheered at her appearance.
"Jamie takes on the WWE Women's Champion Melina, next," Michael Cole announced as Smackdown went to a quick ad break.
"Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to a collection of boos, the red carpet being rolled out onto the ramp, photographers swarming the rampway. Melina walked out onto the stage with her personal photographers taking pictures of her. The Latina held the Women's Championship above her head, and posed for the flashing cameras with a cocky smile on her face.
"And here comes the WWE Women's Champion Melina, who is set for one-on-one action against Jamie," Michael Cole announced as the Latin American female walked down the red carpet, looking over her shoulder occasionally with a slightly intimidated expression on her face, the cocky smirk slipping from her face.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, the WWE Women's Champion, Melina!" Justin Roberts announced as Melina entered the ringside area, ignoring the fans as she walked up the steel steps. "Melina escaped a very close encounter with Tara Stone this past Monday on Raw's Roulette special."
"Talk about a close shave. The other Divas weren't so lucky," Coachman replied.
"I think Melina is more than a little spooked by what happened in the ladies washroom earlier," Cole noted, watching in amusement as Melina walked along the ring apron whilst looking back up at the stage wearily. She tried to smile for the flashing cameras, but the smile didn't quite reach her face.
"You would be too if a six-foot tall goth lady appeared behind you in the mirror, glaring down at you with those creepy bright gold eyes!" Coachman retorted.
"And lets not forget what Melina did to Tara Stone on Friday Night SmackDown a few weeks ago," Michael reminded everyone, as replays were shown of Melina attacking Tara after her hard-fought victory against Raw's Beth Phoenix.
"Yeah. There's no way Tara's gonna let Melina get away with that," Coachman added as Melina glared up at the stage before turning around.
Using the bottom ropes, Melina elevated herself into the air and performed the splits as she came down, receiving a few cat whistles from the males in the crowd, before entering the ring from underneath the ropes. She hopped up onto her feet, jumping up onto the second ropes in the corner, holding the Women's Championship up over her head with both hands and glaring angrily at the fans when a mild 'Tara's gonna kill you! Tara's gonna kill you! Tara's gonna kill you!' chant vibrated around the arena.
Melina huffed in irritation and ignored the fans, jumping off the ropes and handing her Women's Championship to a stagehand around ringside, as the opening guitar riffs of "I Walk Alone" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena, gaining a loud positive reaction from the fans.
"Yeeeeaaaahhhh!"
Jamie walked out to a great reception, making her smile at the Wilkes-Barre fans in attendance.
"And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, Jamie!" Justin Roberts announced, as Jamie walked to the middle of the ramp and performed a machine gun pose as pyrotechnics went off behind her, before finishing it off with a fist bump into the air, getting an excited reaction from the crowd.
"Last year, Jamie lost to Tara Stone at WrestleMania 23 in Detroit, Michigan, in what I believe, personally, was a huge step forward for women in the WWE!" Michael said passionately as Jamie walked down the ramp and towards the ring, fist bumping the fans as she walked past.
"She was so close too! That match was incredible! And with matches like Batista vs. Undertaker, and Cena taking on HBK, it's very impressive how well those two managed to hold their own," Coachman added. "But Jamie never walked into that WrestleMania champion. Melina did. She also walked out champion, and seems to be well on her way to repeating history. You know it bugs Jamie, that Melina has had a better year as champion than she ever did!"
"Well I don't know about that," Michael replied as Jamie walked up the steel steps and stepped into the ring. "I'll let the fans decide that for themselves."
Jamie climbed up onto the corner ropes opposite the timekeepers area, holding her fists up and receiving another positive reaction from the fans. She jumped off and walked to the other side of the ring, highly aware of Melina eyeing the woman closely, watching as the redhead stepped up onto the middle ropes and raised her fists.
Jamie smiled at the positive reaction from the fans and stepped off the ropes. She turned around, staring down Melina, who had a stoic expression on her face, glaring at Jamie as her music faded into the background.
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
The bell rang as Melina and Jamie circled each other. The two women grappled, trying to gain the upper hand over one another. But since Jamie was the strongest of the two and much taller, she managed to easily force Melina into the corner opposite the announce table.
"Jamie exploiting her strength early," Michael noted as Jamie pinned Melina against the corner.
"Melina is gonna have to play this smart," Coachman commented. "She doesn't need to overdo anything. She needs to conserve her energy for when she defends the title against Tara. So she cannot allow herself to be overwhelmed by Jamie's strength."
"Get her off me!" Melina snapped at the referee.
"Jamie let her go! Get her out of the corner!" the referee demanded.
Jamie broke away from Melina at the official's request, holding her arms up in defense when he gave her a firm warning. Jamie turned her attention back onto Melina, only to receive a hard slap to the face, causing the fans to react with a loud 'Ohhh!' before booing when they caught the smile on Melina's face.
Coachman laughed in amusement as Jamie froze, placing a hand on her stinging cheek.
"What the hell was that for?!" Michael exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" Coachman asked.
"That slap to the face was unnecessary!" Michael replied.
"She's the Women's Champion Michael! She can do what she wants!" Coachman retorted.
Jamie slowly turned and glared viciously at the smirking face of Melina, clearly annoyed.
"You little...!" Jamie growled, before lunging at the Latin American, who went between the ropes in an attempt to escape Jamie's anger.
"And Jamie, looking to make Melina pay for it!" Michael noted as Jamie grabbed a fist full of Melina's hair, trying to forcefully pull her back into the ring.
"Come on ref! Do your job!" Coachman complained as the referee got between the two, desperately trying to keep them both apart.
"I think Melina angered the wrong person," Michael commented.
"Like she cares. Melina likes riling people up," Coachman replied.
"GET HER OFF!" the Paparazzi Princess shrieked as Jamie furiously pulled at her long black locks, the Latina desperately trying to kick the redhead away.
"Back up Jamie!" the official exclaimed, gently pushing her away from Melina, who smirked at her from behind the referee.
"Jamie is absolutely furious!" Michael cried out as Jamie backed up with a scowl of anger on her face. She took a few deep breaths, managing to cool her anger slightly, but threw Melina a warning glare. "Melina better be careful. Angering the Crimson Wolf of WWE is a very bad idea."
"You better watch it!" the redhead threatened, pointing at the Latin American, who slowly and tentatively removed herself from between the ropes and back into the ring.
"Don't know why Jamie is so bothered," Coachman scoffed. Melina's smirk widened as the two women circled the ring, before locking up again. "Just some friendly competition. Melina's just letting her know who's boss. Nothing to get upset over."
"That was anything but friendly Coach," Michael Cole replied, rolling his eyes as this time, Melina managed to worm her way around Jamie, ending up back to back with the redhead and grabbing her arms, taking her down for a quick backslide pin, Jamie's legs flailing in the air desperately. "Melina! Going for the pin early!"
Jamie managed to kick out at one, rolling onto her knees, only to receive a devastating enziguri kick to the side of her head, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as the redhead collapsed onto her side, dazed. "Oh! What a kick!"
"Jamie never saw that one coming!" Coachman added.
Melina pulled Jamie to her feet and whipped her into the corner. With a piercing screech, Melina ran at Jamie, rocking the woman with a huge turnbuckle dropkick, slamming her boots into Jamie's midsection, making her struggle to stay on her feet, her arm hanging over the top ropes in an attempt to hold herself up. "OH!"
"Nice dropkick from Melina!" Michael praised. Melina immediately sprang back up onto her feet and attacked Jamie with a series of vicious forearm strikes to the face, her loud screams piercing the arena.
"Melina with those forearms! What viciousness!" Michael exclaimed as Melina continued with her assault, ignoring the referee as he ordered her to get Jamie out of the corner.
"That's why she's the Women's Champion Michael!" Coachman retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Melina has a mean streak a mile wide."
The official began to count, pulling Melina away from Jamie when she refused to let up.
"You ain't nothing Jamie! You're a nobody!" Melina snapped as the referee held her back, scolding her for not listening to his orders, but was hopelessly ignored.
"Melina telling Jamie she's a nobody. Always belittling and looking down on the rest of the Women's Division, regardless if they paved the way for her or not," Michael noted with an air of disdain.
"You are so biased! When you're about to walk into WrestleMania champion for the second time in a row, you can look down on whoever you want!" Coachman retorted.
"It's the beginning of January Coach!" Michael replied incredulously as Melina made her way towards Jamie with a smirk, grabbing a hand full of her red locks. "We are nowhere near WrestleMania!"
"So wha- OH!" Coachman suddenly exclaimed as Jamie's arm snapped out and caught the Latina upside the jaw with a powerful right forearm. The fans let loose a collective 'OHHH!' as a stunned Melina stumbled back and away from Jamie, collapsing to a knee. "Good grief!"
"Oh what a shot!" Cole yelled out.
Jamie snarled thickly, before taking off in a run, rebounding off the ropes as Melina shakily rose to her feet. "Jamie's on the move!"
"Oh my god!" Coachman exclaimed with fright as Jamie's right arm thundered through Melina, rocking the Latin American champion with a huge lariat that blasted her clean off her feet, the fans reacting with excited shock at the show of power and brutality Jamie displayed.
"And Jamie just tried to take Melina's head off! My GOD!" Cole cried out in shock at the sight.
"She needs to think of something quickly!" Coachman exclaimed worriedly as Jamie lifted Melina into a seated position. "Oh no! Not this!"
Jamie ran the ropes again, rebounding off them, using the boost in momentum to fire herself at the Latina, booting her in the face to verbal winces from the fans, making Melina fall back into the mat in a daze.
"And that may have knocked Melina unconscious!" Cole cried out as Jamie quickly went for the cover. "A big boot to the champion's face. Jamie going for the pin attempt!"
1...
2...
Melina forced her shoulder off the mat after the two count, turning onto her stomach, holding her face in pain. Jamie sat up on her knees, glaring down at Melina with narrowed eyes before standing back up. "And the champion gets the shoulder up. What does Melina need to do to win this match Coach?"
"She needs to put a leash on Jamie's explosive offence," Coachman answered as Jamie stood, pulling Melina onto her feet from behind, looking for a back suplex. Jamie lifted Melina off the mat, but Melina rolled backwards off Jamie's shoulder, escaping her back suplex attempt and landing on her feet behind the redhead from Atlanta. "Jamie has that superior strength of hers!"
Jamie quickly turned around, ducking Melina's attempt at a high roundhouse kick to her face. The Crimson Wolf grabbed Melina from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Melina needs to neutralise Jamie's power otherwise..."
"Oh my lord!" Cole exclaimed as Jamie lifted Melina off the mat, flattening the Latina with a devastating German suplex, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact of Melina crashing down hard, shoulders first into the canvas. "What a German suplex from Jamie!"
"Otherwise something like that will happen!" Coachman finished his sentence, the momentum of the German suplex sending Melina tumbling out of the ring, landing in a dazed mess in front of the announce table.
"Let's see that again," Michael commented as a replay was shown of said suplex, while Jamie calmly rose to her feet, the referee starting the ten count. "Melina went for a high kick, missed, and got absolutely destroyed by a German Suplex from the Crimson Wolf!"
Coachman winced at the replay as Jamie exited the ring, calmly advancing towards a still out of it Melina. "If Melina wants to be 100% for her title defense at the Royal Rumble, she can't be letting herself get thrown around like that."
Jamie grabbed Melina, looking to pull her back up onto her feet in an attempt to bring the Latin American back into the ring, when Melina suddenly low blowed her, making Jamie drop to her knees, gasping in pain and causing the fans to let loose an 'Ohhh!' at the dirty tactic.
"Oh! A low blow!" Cole exclaimed as the Wachovia crowd reacted negatively, booing Melina in anger. "She should be disqualified for that!"
"Melina's so smart. She positioned herself so that the official didn't see anything!" Coachman praised, the referee continuing to count.
Melina stood up, smirking down at Jamie as the fans continued to boo her. She dragged Jamie to her feet by her crimson locks, before throwing her into the side of the announce table. "Oh!"
"And then just throwing Jamie into our announce table!" Michael exclaimed as Jamie's prone form laid next to the table, unmoving.
"Come on Melina! Get her back in the ring now!" the official demanded, momentarily stopping the count at 5 to scold the current champion.
"Okay, okay, stop yapping!" Melina snapped back.
Melina grabbed Jamie by her red hair, forcing her onto her feet before throwing the redhead back into the ring. She slid back into the ring as Jamie rose to one knee, stopping the referee's count. "The action finally back in the ring now..."
Melina stood up, sizing Jamie up, before looking to kick the woman in the side of her head, when the red-haired woman ducked and sprinted past Melina, rebounding off the ropes. "Melina misses another kick, and- OH! Oh no!"
The fans released a loud 'OHHH!' as Jamie ploughed through the referee, the crowd wincing at the impact. "Jamie just speared the referee!"
"See how smart Melina is?! She was a step ahead of Jamie the whole time, and used the official as a sacrifice. Brilliant!" Coachman praised.
"In what world is that brilliant?!" Cole retorted as Jamie stared down at the unconscious referee with a look of shock on her face, Melina sitting against the ring ropes, smiling mischievously at the sight. "Melina pulled the official into Jamie's path!"
"Exactly!" Coachman replied enthusiastically. "Brilliant!"
"Hey! You okay dude?!" Jamie asked the referee, smacking him lightly in the face a few times to wake him up. The official just groaned in response.
"Shit!" she cursed quietly, annoyed by this predicament.
Jamie narrowed her eyes, before rising to her feet, quickly turning around on instinct. She caught Melina in her arms, the Latina being able to do nothing but scream in terror, before the powerful redhead drove her spine-first into the canvas with a huge Spinebuster, getting a ruckus shocked 'OHHH!' from the fans.
"Spinebuster!" Michael exclaimed as Melina stared up at the ceiling in a daze, her back screaming in agony.
"Holy hell!" Coachman added. "That is scary power!"
"Melina tried to sneak up on Jamie, but Jamie felt it coming!" Michael cried out.
"That was instinct right there!" Coachman said as Jamie turned her attention back to the referee, releasing a sound of annoyance when she realised he was still knocked out. "Jamie must have eyes in the back of her head."
"Hey! Wake up already man!" Jamie growled, trying to get the official to wake up again, oblivious to Melina rolling out of the ring.
"Jamie is still trying to wake up the official," Michael noted.
"I don't think he will be getting up for a while. Jamie really speared the hell out of him!" Coachman added.
Melina snuck towards the timekeepers area and snatched her Women's Championship off the podium, making Justin Roberts back away fearfully at the devilish grin on her face.
"What is Melina doing?" Michael asked, eyeing the woman in confusion and suspicion.
"I think she's had enough of Jamie, and is now thinking about leaving the arena," Coachman answered.
"I doubt that. Not with that scary smirk on her face," Michael replied, now eyeing the woman nervously as she staggered away from the timekeepers area, eyeing Jamie like she was her prey.
Melina snuck back into the ring, a predatory smirk across her face as she stared at the back of an oblivious Jamie, who was still trying to wake up the referee, snickering at the fans attempt to warn her. "Oh no! Jamie look out!"
"Oh this is brilliant! Melina is taking advantage of the situation! What a smart woman!" Coachman praised.
"It's not smart! It's robbery!" Michael replied in annoyance. "Melina's gonna-"
Suddenly the lights went out, cutting Michael Cole off and plunging the arena in darkness, which received a thunderous pop from the fans.
"O-Oh no!" Coachman cried out in fear.
"T-The lights have gone out!" Michael exclaimed.
The roar of the crowd only got louder, when the lights turned back on to reveal Tara standing behind a seemingly frozen and frightened Melina. Jamie also appeared to be shocked, staring back at Tara and Melina with wide eyes. "It's Tara Stone!"
"OH NO!" Coachman exclaimed as Melina dropped the Women's Championship and turned slowly around, staring up into the gold eyes of Tara Stone with wide eyes. "Run Melina! Run!"
Tara snarled angrily in furious rage and roughly grabbed a screaming Melina, turning her upside down for the Tombstone Piledriver... positioning herself right above the championship belt!
"My word! Tara's gonna Tombstone Melina onto the Women's Championship!" Michael exclaimed as Melina continued to scream in terror, the fans going crazy while Jamie watched the whole thing with wide eyes.
"No Tara! Don't! Think about this!" Coachman yelled out.
Coachman's plead went unheard as Tara hit the Tombstone Piledriver on Melina, slamming her head into the Women's Championship, as payback for what happened three weeks ago, making the fans cheer thunderously.
"Tombstone, onto the Women's Title!" Michael exclaimed as Melina laid on the mat in a supine position, unmoving.
"No! Damn it Tara! Damn it!" Coachman growled in anger.
"Melina is out of it!" Michael cried out as Tara stood back up onto her feet, glaring down at the champion coldly.
"Damn you Tara!" Coachman repeated, furious at Tara's actions.
Tara continued to glare down at Melina with an emotionless expression on her face, before slowly lifting her gaze to Jamie, who was now standing, looking less than pleased. In fact, she looked downright furious.
"What the hell Tara! I didn't ask for your help!" Jamie snapped, scowling at Tara in anger.
"I don't think Jamie is pleased with Tara's interference," Michael noted.
"Well neither am I! How dare she do that to the Women's Champion!" Coachman snapped.
Tara stared at Jamie with that same emotionless expression on her face, but Jamie knew her well enough to tell that the black-haired woman was highly amused by her reaction, which annoyed Jamie to no end.
The lights suddenly went out again, and when it came back on, Tara was nowhere to be seen, leaving Jamie frustrated and angry.
"Tara's gone!" Michael exclaimed.
"Never mind that! Jamie looks like she's about to snap!" Coachman noted fearfully as Jamie shook with rage.
Jamie glared down at Melina who was starting to move. The redhead quickly kicked the title out of the ring to make sure Melina couldn't use it to her advantage, before grabbing a fist full of Melina's long, dark hair and dragging her to her feet roughly, a wolfish scowl on her face as she pulled Melina into a powerbomb position. "Hey now! Hold on a sec!"
"Jamie's losing control!" Michael exclaimed as the fans cheered, egging Jamie on.
"Melina's already suffered a Tombstone onto her own title! You don't have to do this Jamie!" Coachman cried out, but Jamie either didn't hear him or didn't care enough to listen.
Jamie lifted Melina into the air, the fans screaming out in excitement, before slamming the Latina back down to earth harshly with a sitout powerbomb.
"Batista Bomb!" Michael exclaimed as Melina crashed back first into the canvas.
"As if a Tombstone onto the Women's Championship wasn't bad enough!" Coachman snapped.
"Melina's antics and Tara's appearance, provoked Jamie's rage!" Michael proclaimed as Jamie rolled backwards and onto her feet, letting loose a loud, angry war cry, making the WWE fans cheer louder.
Jamie glared down at Melina in anger, before dropping into the cover. "And now Jamie going for the cover!"
1...
2...
"No! No! No!" Coachman groaned.
3!
"Damnit!"
"Jamie has done it!" Michael Cole exclaimed as Jamie stood up with an agitated and pissed off expression on her face, "I Walk Alone" playing throughout the arena to a large and loud reaction from the excited fans.
"Here's your winner, Jamie!" Justin Roberts announced as the referee lifted her arm up in victory, the fans cheering louder.
"Jamie has pinned Melina! Jamie has pinned the Women's Champion!" Michael exclaimed as Jamie glared down at Melina, before shaking her head in annoyance and raising her fists up, getting a large, positive reaction from the fans.
"Only because of Tara! That was a cheap win and Jamie knows it!" Coachman retorted irritably as Jamie stepped out of the ring and walked up the ramp, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head in annoyance at Tara's actions.
. . . .
After SmackDown...
Roxanna leaned against her bike, looking intensely at her phone, thoughts running through her mind. The ten year veteran was wearing a fresh change of clothes, decked in a leather black bikers jacket, with deep crimson flames on the sleeves, black leather pants and thigh high boots.
"If you're gonna call her. Then call her."
Roxanna looked up to see Mark staring down at her, a gym bag thrown over his shoulder and a suitcase beside him.
Even though she was the tallest out of all the Divas, she was not nearly as tall as her mentor or nearly all the other men in the business.
"What are you talking about?" she asked him, a defensive edge to her tone. Mark smiled.
"Come on Roxy. If you want to talk to Jane, I'm not gonna stop you," he replied.
Roxanna looked at her phone, before putting it back in her jacket pocket, looking away from the tall man. "I don't need to talk to her. She's a grown woman. She can handle herself."
Mark eyed Roxanna, silently studying her before speaking. "But you're still worried."
Roxanna chuckled. "I'm not worried about Jane coming here. I'm worried about Stephanie... I'm worried about Sheree."
Mark narrowed his eyes at her, silently telling her to elaborate.
"Steph can be pretty unreasonable at times. Heck, all the McMahons can be," Roxanna explained. "She'll be a little weary of Jane for sure, but if she finds out that Jane is Sheree's mother, there's no telling how she'll react."
The veteran looked down at the floor, her brow creasing in worry. "I just don't want Sheree's career to be in jeopardy, just because her crazy mother and Stephanie can't get along. Jane will try to beat the heck out of her if she even tries anything with Sheree's career!"
Mark laughed, making Roxanna glare at him. "I'm serious Mark!"
"I know, I know! Jane's reputation is infamous," Mark said with a smirk. "Look. Let's wait until the Royal Rumble. There is no use getting worked up about it now. Besides, you're overreacting. Stephanie won't do anything to Sheree's career."
Roxanna sighed. He was always the voice of reason.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she replied.
"Come on kiddo. Let's go," Mark said, getting into his rental car, while Roxanna put on her helmet and climbed onto her motorbike, both heading towards their next destination.
Real Name: Jay Scott
Ring name: Jamie
Status: WWE Diva
Height: 5'6
Nickname: "The Crimson Wolf"
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Billed From: Atlanta, Georgia
Mentor: Dave Bautista (Batista)
Trained by: David Finlay
Born: June 5, 1983
Debut: 2003 (20)
Age: 24
Signature:
Spinebuster
Spear
Finisher:
Batista Bomb
Accomplishments/ Championships:
WWE Women's Champion
Themes:
"Line in the Sand" (With Evolution) (July 2003 - August 2004)
"I Walk Alone" by Jim Johnston (August 2004 - Present)