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

6. Extreme Causality

Chapter 6: Extreme Casualty

Monday Night Raw: Mobile, Alabama - Alabama Civic Center, January 14, 2008

Sheree made her way through the arena with a smile on her face, wearing a green '100% Ass Kickin' Babe' themed crop top, faded jeans and a pair of ankle-high boots. Her social media had been blowing up with praise directed at her and Lisa from the WWE fanbase, ever since their No Disqualification Match in Las Vegas last Monday.

Now she was ready to excite the fans again. Just as she was about to walk into the lounge, her phone went off, signalling that she had just received a text.

Felix: I just saw your match on Raw last week. I'm impressed. I didn't know you could be so ruthless!

Sheree smirked before replying.

Sheree-Louise Huxley: I'm a Huxley. It runs in the family.

She put her phone back in her pocket and walked into the lounge, noticing a few Divas and Superstars. Mickie smiled brightly when she saw the young woman.

"Yo Sheree! Ready for some fun?" the older veteran asked her. They were both scheduled to face each other one-on-one later tonight, much to the delight of Mickie, who looked extremely excited to fight her.

"You bet! Let's give the fans something to talk about!" Sheree replied with a smirk.

"You ain't gonna do anything stupid are ya?" Kerry asked Jeff, who just smirked at her. The blonde haired woman was wearing a 'No Fucks Given' black hoodie crop top, ripped denim jean shorts, and a pair of black lace knee-high boots.

"I ain't promising anything," Jeff replied, making Kerry glare at him.

"Nero... I swear to god if you pull out a ladder, I'll smack ya with it!" she growled.

"Gee, how generous of you," Jeff retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at Kerry's aggressive nature. And people wonder why she's so good at being bad.

"You're feisty tonight," Sheree commented, smirking at the blonde in amusement.

Kerry just shrugged in response, a lazy smirk on her face. "I'm always feisty."

"Which is why I'd rather avoid getting RKO'd by you," Paul grumbled. Kerry smirked deviously at the Game.

"Too bad. There are a lot of RKO's with your name on it in the near future buddy," Kerry replied.

"Great. I'm looking forward to it," Paul replied sarcastically, getting a chuckle from Charlotte who was sitting next to him, wearing a skull themed belly-baring top, and ripped faded jeans that was tucked into knee-high combat boots.

"Hey, there's a rumor flying around that Monday Night Raw is getting an extra commentator," Mickie announced.

"Seriously? I thought JR and Jerry Lawler was enough," Kerry replied.

"It was Dray and Christy who hired her. She debuts at the Royal Rumble," Paul replied.

"Wait a minute... the extra commentator is a chick?!" Randy exclaimed from where he sat next to Kerry, staring at Paul in slight shock.

"What? You got a problem with that?!" Kerry growled, glaring at him.

Randy put his hands up in mock surrender. "Easy, easy! It's just a bit of a shock. We've never had a female commentator in the WWE before."

"It should be interesting. Lets just hope you can keep your hands off her," Sheree commented with a smirk, making Randy glare at her.

"I'm married you know," he reminded her, an annoyed expression on his face. The brunette Bostonian frowned.

"I know. I'm just making sure you remember," she replied seriously, making Orton growl slightly.

"Watch it."

Sheree just grinned at the warning.

. . . .

Raw on air...

As soon as "Loaded" by Zack Tempest hit the arena, the Alabama crowd went ballistic as the current Intercontinental Champion walked out, smiling at the massive reaction he got from the fans, title held securely in his hands. Jeff Hardy did his infamous Hardy thrust on the stage, pyrotechnics going off on both sides of him.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to Monday Night Raw!" Jim Ross said as Jeff Hardy made his way down the ramp. "And the #1 Contender for the WWE Title, the ultimate risk taker, and the reigning Intercontinental Champion Jeff Hardy, makes his way to the squared circle."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy!" Lilian Garcia announced, the fans getting louder as Hardy tagged hands with the fans before walking up the steel steps and entering the ring.

"Just when you've seen absolutely everything that can be done inside a Steel Cage," Jerry "The King" Lawler exclaimed, as Jeff Hardy leaped up onto the second ropes of the corner opposite the timekeepers area, the fans screaming out in excitement as he held the prestigious Intercontinental Championship up above his head with a roar, nodding his head to the music. "Along comes Jeff Hardy, and absolutely amazes you again!"

The Charismatic Enigma surveyed the arena, raising his title up with one hand, before jumping off the ropes.

"Jeff Hardy victorious as we saw last week, in a Steel Cage," JR added as Jeff dropped the title harmlessly onto the mat and climbed up onto the left turnbuckle opposite the stage, posing for the fans before jumping off, picking up his Intercontinental Championship. "But Jeff Hardy's mission will end, not until he becomes the WWE Champion. That opportunity will occur in Madison Square Garden in less than two weeks."

The youngest of the Hardy Boyz signalled for a microphone, pandering to the fans, getting a loud reaction from them. He smiled in response, nodding his head as his entrance music faded out, resting the Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder.

"And what about that message that was sent by Jeff Hardy to Randy Orton AND Kerry last week," King mentioned with an excited smirk. "Absolutely amazing!"

"There were a couple of messages, being sent back and forth between all three individuals if I'm being honest," JR replied.

"HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!"

WWE's resident risk taker nodded in appreciation as the fans continued to loudly and passionately chant his name.

"Man, Jeff Hardy is excited!" Jeff exclaimed, getting a loud cheer from the fans, making his smile widen.

"In less than two weeks at the Royal Rumble, I have a chance to become WWE Champion!" Jeff stated, the fans cheering louder at the thought of their favorite dare-devil becoming the WWE Champion. Jeff shook his head, adjusting the title resting on his shoulders, a faint look of astonishment on his face at the thought. "Jeff Hardy, as WWE Champion. Wow."

"So yeah, yeah. I'm thrilled," he said, his smile turning into a frown. "But I'm also angry!"

"Because last week, I said that at the Rumble, that I would take Randy Orton's title. But before that, I would take him out!" Hardy paced the ring as the fans cheered. "And that includes his blondie too!"

The fans cheered even louder at that. They knew Kerry deserved some form of karma after all the terrible things she's done along with Randy Orton. Jeff paused, his frown deepening into a faint scowl.

"Last week that didn't happen," Jeff Hardy stated regrettably. "But tonight that will happen!"

The fans broke out into loud, excited cheers of anticipation at that. They couldn't wait to see what Jeff Hardy had in store for Randy Orton and Kerry. Jeff turned his attention to the stage, glaring up at it, as if he could see the two lurking backstage, watching him silently.

"So it's like this! Either you two can come out here right now, or I'll come back there and find ya!" the Charismatic Enigma proclaimed, glaring at the stage.

"Jeff Hardy wants Kerry and Orton right now!" JR exclaimed, as the fans screamed out loudly at the thought of a confrontation between Jeff Hardy, Randy and Kerry, both the fans and Jeff getting increasingly impatient when the two remained absent.

"I don't think Orton or Kerry is gonna be too eager to come out here and face Jeff Hardy," King noted apprehensively as Kerry and the WWE Champion continued to no show.

"Hey!"

"Whoa!"

"Burn In My Light" played throughout the Civic Center as Kerry and Randy Orton walked out, with Kerry now wearing a crop top version of Randy Orton's 'Legend Killer' T-Shirt, microphones in their hands and the WWE Championship resting on Randy's shoulders, the crowd breaking out into a mixed reaction at their appearance.

"Well maybe I am wrong!"

"Can't underestimate the WWE Champion," JR noted as both Kerry and Orton stood on the stage, sneering at Jeff, who glared at them from inside the ring, watching as Orton paced along the stage. "And wherever Orton goes, Kerry is sure to be not so far behind."

Kerry shook her head, an amused smile on her face as the music of Rev Theory faded into silence.

"You want us that bad Jeff?" Orton questioned. "You want us that bad?"

Orton looked at Kerry, who shook her head, a smug grin on her face. The WWE Champion glared back at Jeff Hardy with a snarl, his eyes narrowed.

"First of all, you ain't laying a hand on her!" Orton snapped, the fans booing viciously at this as Jeff frowned. "So get that out of your head right now! Cuz it isn't going to happen!"

"As for myself, well," Orton shrugged, adjusting the title on his shoulders as he glared at the Charismatic Enigma. "If you want me that badly, then you've got it!"

The fans cheered loudly at this, excitement pulsing throughout the arena.

"BUT!"

The fans immediately booed at this, instantly realising that the two snakes were up to something... as always.

"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

Kerry scowled in annoyance, glaring at the audience, while Orton chose to ignore them, maintaining eye contact with Jeff Hardy. "But with one condition."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" the Hardy brother questioned.

"Jeff, only two men in WWE history, has ever held the WWE Title and the Intercontinental Title at the same time," the Legend Killer explained, while Jeff stared at him in confusion. "And I want to be the third."

Jeff frowned while the fans jeered at this, the realisation of what Orton wanted sinking in for them.

"So I have a proposition for ya. At the Royal Rumble, we fight each other for my WWE Title. But Jeff Hardy, we fight each other for your Intercontinental Title, tonight," Randy proclaimed, the fans cheering at possibly getting to see Jeff Hardy beat up Randy Orton, and possibly get his hands on Kerry too.

"Orton... Orton wants an Intercontinental Championship Match?!" JR exclaimed with a look of confusion.

Jeff looked down at the prestigious title that was resting on his shoulder, before looking out to the cheering fans in the audience, contemplating Orton's proposition. He looked back at the two, watching as Orton slowly paced the stage, watching him coldly.

"Done." The fans roared out in excitement at Jeff's answer.

"Oh my gosh!" King exclaimed as the fans continued to cheer at the announcement. "Wow!"

Orton nodded his head, pleased with Jeff's answer, while Kerry shook hers, her blonde wavy locks flying as she smirked at the Charismatic Enigma.

"You're stupid you know that?" she retorted bluntly, getting massive heat from the fans. Kerry just ignored them and continued.

"You know I'm starting to get bored Jeff," Kerry drawled rather innocently, twirling a lock of her shoulder-length blonde hair around her finger. "I don't know what I'll do until the Royal Rumble, cause you're fresh outta brothers for me to kick in the head."

A large evil smile stretched across Kerry's face as the fans booed her more heatedly in raging anger. Even the commentators made grunts of displeasure at that comment. Orton just chuckled, an evil smile on his face as he watched Jeff attempt to keep his emotions in check.

Kerry giggled as the audience continued to boo her.

"I'm just being honest!" she exclaimed off the mic, a wide smile on her face as she shrugged innocently towards the angry crowd.

"In case you didn't hear me, let me make myself crystal clear," Hardy replied, a scowl of anger on his face. "At the Royal Rumble, I'm taking your title Randy. And tonight, I'm taking you BOTH out!"

The fans cheered loudly at that determined promise, "Loaded" playing throughout the arena. The Intercontinental Champion threw up the Hardy sign, nodding his head to his music, glaring at Kerry and Orton.

"Very emphatic from the #1 Contender!" JR exclaimed as Orton stared down the Charismatic Enigma with a dark emotionless gaze, while his female accomplice smirked diabolically, her cold blue eyes seemingly daring Hardy to try and make his promise reality.

"So tonight, we're gonna see Jeff Hardy defend his Intercontinental Title against Randy Orton!"

. . . .

Later...

Sheree walked down the hallway, heading towards the gorilla with Mickie James, who was practically bouncing all over the place, now both in their ring attires and ready for their match.

"I can't wait to fight you!" Mickie exclaimed with a bright smile, making Sheree chuckle.

"Calm down will ya! You're gonna run out of steam before you even get in the ring!" Sheree replied with a smile as the duo entered the gorilla.

"Sheree!"

Sheree turned to see Dray rising from his seat, walking towards her and Mickie with a smile. Sheree raised a curious eyebrow at the way Christy stared at her, a curious, seemingly knowing gaze in her eyes.

"Can we talk for a minute?" Dray asked.

"Um... sure," Sheree replied, a touch uneasy.

"I'll see you out there," Mickie said with an easy-going smile, before walking off towards the entrance to the curtain.

Dray led Sheree outside the gorilla, where there wasn't anybody around.

"So what's up?" Sheree asked the man as they came to a stop near the entrance.

"Is it true that your mother is going to be at the Royal Rumble?" Dray asked suddenly.

Sheree gaped slightly at Dray finding out about that, her eyes widening fearfully. "How did-"

Sheree was cut off by a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. Roxy thought it would be best to tell me and Christy. We have ways of keeping things from the higher ups," he reassured her, before his lips twitched upwards. "And loudmouths that don't know how to keep their mouths shut."

Sheree stayed quiet, a frown on her face. She looked downcast and nervous, which made Dray frown.

"Sheree... this could impact your career in a big way if it gets out. The fans already like you. They will go crazy when they find out the daughter of Hellcat Huxley and the Salamander has been wrestling in the WWE, right under their noses this entire time," Dray added with a chuckle. Sheree continued to be silent, her eyes narrowing.

Dray released a sigh. "Look... I won't make you do anything you don't wanna do. It will be your choice. This will eventually get out Sheree. But I'll make sure that it's on your terms."

At this Sheree looked up at the young writer in surprise. "If you don't want this getting out, then it won't get out. It's completely up to you."

Sheree released a sigh of her own. "... I'll think about it."

Dray could tell that she was worried about the whole situation. But he couldn't really blame her. She had a good reason. From the stories he'd heard, her parents had quite the list of enemies, so it's not surprising that Sheree would be worried about what they'd say... or even what her own enemies would say. No matter how nice she was, a Huxley was a Huxley and he's already heard rumblings of Sheree making a few enemies during her Indie days. He wouldn't even be shocked if those same people resented her for making it to the big leagues, while they were still struggling on the Indies. Who knows how they'd react to Sheree's close relations to Jane "Hellcat" Huxley.

Dray frowned, suddenly starting to realise why Sheree was so apprehensive over the whole situation.

"Listen... don't worry about what anyone in the industry thinks. Just worry about you," Dray advised with a kind smile. Sheree nodded, a small smile stretching across her face.

"Obsession" blasted throughout the arena to a massive reaction from the crowd, catching their attention.

"You'd better go. Can't keep Mickie waiting," Dray said. Sheree nodded with a smile and rushed back into the gorilla for her match.

. . . .

"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw!" JR introduced the cable viewers. Mickie stood in the ring, her theme song continuing to pump through the airwaves as she patiently awaited the arrival of her opponent. She had a bright smile on her face as she waved to the fans at ringside, a little skip in her step. "Hold on to your hats, cause we have Divas action right now!"

"Aww, Mickie is so beautiful!" King gushed.

"She seems extra energetic today," JR noted, shivering a bit. "... It almost reminds me of her psycho days."

"Hey! There's no need to bring that up! She's past that JR!" King exclaimed as Mickie's music faded into the background.

"Headstrong" played throughout the arena as Sheree walked out onto the stage to an impressive reaction, a confident smirk on her face.

"And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, Sheree Louise!" Lillian announced as Sheree walked down the ramp, tagging the fans hands as she made her way to the ring.

"She told me she couldn't wait to see what her opponent could do under pressure," King said. "She wants to see if Sheree is really serious about wanting to be Women's Champion, and ain't just blowing a lot of hot air just to sound cool."

"Well that's about to be put to the test tonight," JR stated as Sheree entered the ringside area, walking up the steps. She stepped onto the ring apron, grinning at the Alabama crowd, before turning and locking eyes with Mickie James, who was kept a distance away from the Bostonian.

"Sheree Louise verses Mickie James. You know, if it was two years earlier, when Sheree first came to the WWE, I'd say Mickie James has this in the bag," King commented.

"But now it's 2008. And Sheree has had a great start to the year," JR replied as Sheree entered the ring. "Winning that huge Fatal-4-Way, beating Victoria, and if she can win tonight, that would really help her momentum on her way to facing Beth Phoenix at the Royal Rumble."

"Well if Sheree defeats Mickie James tonight, then I am calling it right now, she might as well be the future of the entire Divas Division!" King said enthusiastically as Sheree jumped up onto the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, holding her arms out wide to a loud reaction, making her smirk at the fans as she stood on the second ropes.

"This girl has all the makings of one heck of a career, but can she go the distance? Only time will tell. No one knows what the future holds for this young lady!" JR replied wisely as Sheree jumped off the turnbuckle, walking across the ring and jumping up onto the opposite corner, smirking at the Alabama crowd as they cheered loudly.

Sheree climbed off the ropes and turned around to face Mickie, who wore a smirk on her face. The energetic woman held her hand out towards Sheree, who didn't hesitate to shake her hand, much to the delight of the fans.

"A show of respect before the bell rings," JR noted with a pleased nod at the show of respect.

"I like that," King added.

The referee made Sheree and Mickie back up to their corners, checking if they were safe and ready to compete, before signalling for the bell to ring.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

The two Divas circled the ring before locking up, struggling to gain the early advantage over the other.

"There's the lock up," JR noted. After a brief struggle, Mickie managed to gain the advantage, grabbing Sheree by the arm and wrenching tightly. Sheree winced as Mickie harshly wrenched her arm, before Mickie surprised Sheree and sent her flipping off her feet with an arm drag.

"Whoa!" King cried out as Sheree landed flat on her back with a surprised yelp.

"Nice throw by Mickie James," JR complimented as Sheree quickly scurried away to relative safety, resting on her knees and placing her hands on her hips, staring at Mickie with a small frown. "Mickie is the more experienced of the two."

Mickie smirked widely as Sheree rose to her feet. "Bet you thought this would be easy didn't you darling."

Sheree ran her tongue over her lips, a small smile on her face as they circled the ring again. The two women locked up briefly, as Sheree quickly shoved Mickie's arms away, catching the southern woman off guard as she snuck behind her, wrapping her arms around her abdomen and lifting the veteran up, before slamming her back down onto the mat face first.

"Oh nice take down by Sheree," JR observed, watching as Sheree immediately applied a front face-lock on the former Women's Champion, making sure to keep Mickie James close to the canvas. "And into a front face-lock, keeping Mickie James grounded."

"Smart wrestling by Sheree," King complimented. "Very impressive."

"This woman is very skilled. Very smart when it comes to the squared circle," JR stated as Mickie struggled to find a way out of her predicament. "But you wouldn't know that at first glance, because most of the women on the roster don't take her seriously."

"They don't like her," King added with a chuckle as Mickie attempted to roll out of the face-lock, but Sheree rolled with her, keeping control. "They don't see her as a threat."

Mickie powered herself back onto her feet, forcing Sheree to stand with her. She pried Sheree's fingers apart, wrenching the arm again and making the Boston native wince in pain. "Mickie got a hold of the arm again- whoa!"

Sheree flipped into a quick cartwheel, wowing the fans as she followed it up with a snap-mare that caught Mickie off guard. "Oh wow look at that!"

"Nice snap-mare, going for a headlock," JR noted as Sheree immediately tried for the headlock, but Mickie slipped out, moving away from the woman. Sheree shot to her feet, only to scramble back, falling on her butt with wide eyes, nearly getting her head kicked off courtesy of the Mick Kick.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed, the fans crying out at how close Sheree came to being knocked out. "Ooh that was a close one!"

Mickie smirked at the shocked look on Sheree's face, motioning how close she was to taking the young woman out with her fingers. "I was that close to taking you out! That close."

"Indeed she was!"

"Mickie nearly rocked Sheree's jaw with that reverse roundhouse kick of hers," JR said as Sheree poked the inside of her cheek, a look of annoyance on her face as she stared at the smug look on the veteran's face, who just shrugged. "And Sheree knows it."

Sheree rose to her feet, circling the ring with Mickie and locking up again. There was a brief struggle for dominance, before Mickie grappled Sheree into a strong side headlock. "Lock up again. Into a side headlock."

Sheree grimaced, before backing up into the ropes and pushing the veteran off her. Mickie bounced off the opposite side of the ropes and ran right into a dropkick, sending Mickie crashing to the canvas, favouring her jaw with a surprised and dazed look on her face. "Oh nice dropkick! Mickie got sent crashing to the mat!"

"She got her in the jaw!" King exclaimed as Sheree rose to one knee, staring down the former champion. "Mickie is dazed!"

"Sheree draws the first hit in this match up," JR said as the Headstrong Diva rose to her feet. "We'll see if Mickie can respond after this!"

---

"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw!" JR said, the fans chanting 'Lets go Mickie!' as Sheree had her slumped against the ropes in a daze, backing away when the referee warned her off. "Sheree Louise and Mickie James battling it out in this Divas exhibition match! Since the break, Sheree has been in full control!"

"Yeah, she certainly ain't holding anything back against Mickie," King noted as Sheree grabbed Mickie by the wrist, whipping Mickie across the ring and to the opposite ropes, only for the veteran to reverse this, whipping Sheree towards the ropes instead.

"But that might change!" Sheree rebounded off the ropes, finding herself being hoisted into the air by her left leg. "Whoa!"

"And Mickie connects with the flapjack!" JR exclaimed as Sheree hit the mat face-first, making the fans wince. Mickie nipped up onto her feet, making the fans cheer, while Sheree rolled towards the nearest corner of the ring. "Sheree wisely and immediately creating some distance between herself and Mickie James."

"Yeah, but that won't stop Mickie James!" King added as the Richmond native advanced towards Sheree, who was using the ropes to lift herself back up onto her feet.

Sheree lifted her leg, catching Mickie in the face with her boot.

"Oh, man! Caught her in the cheek!" King noted as Mickie stumbled back, favoring the side of her face. Sheree lifted her leg again when Mickie rushed at her, but this time the wily veteran caught the leg.

"Uh-oh, Mickie had it scouted and- Oh!" JR exclaimed as Mickie quickly retaliated with a stinging knife-edge chop to Sheree's chest, making her cry out in pain as the fans let loose a loud 'Wooo!'

"Oh! Ouch!" King winced at the pain that Sheree was in.

"Mickie retaliating with a huge knife-edge chop," JR noted as Sheree leaned forward a bit, wincing as she favoured her stinging chest.

Mickie then grabbed Sheree by the head and spring-boarded off the second rope, the fans breaking out into a massive reaction as the veteran used the ropes to swing herself around, hitting an early Mickie-DT on Sheree, spiking the Bostonian head-first into the canvas as the fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "My god!"

"Was... was that the Mickie-DT?!" King exclaimed in shock, surprised at how early into the match she hit it.

"I think it was! A springboard variation of the Mickie-DT!" JR replied, as Mickie quickly pulled Sheree away from the ropes and went for the pin, hooking Sheree's leg. "Mickie James, going for the cover!"

"It's over already?! Just like that?!" King exclaimed in shock, the fans also exclaiming their shock as the referee counted the pin.

1...

2…

"NO! Sheree kicked out!" JR exclaimed as Sheree lifted her shoulders off the mat and shoved Mickie off her, the fans crying out with an air of relief. They didn't want the match to end when it barely just got started.

"Phew! That was close! Can you imagine what would have gone through Sheree's mind if things ended right there?!" King said to his partner as Mickie looked at the referee for confirmation that it was indeed a two, before rising to her feet.

"She'd be heartbroken. Especially after the war she went through with Victoria last week," JR replied.

Mickie forced Sheree to her feet, before hitting a quick snap suplex, making Sheree wince in pain as her back hit the mat hard. "Nice snap suplex."

Mickie then lifted Sheree up into a seated position and ran the ropes, bouncing off them and slamming her boots into Sheree's face, making her fall back hard as the fans winced at the sight. "And a seated dropkick from Mickie James!"

"Aww man! Sheree's all out of sorts! Mickie's not taking any chances here," King said as Mickie went for another quick pin attempt, only for Sheree to kick out at one.

"Another pin attempt by Mickie, and is easily thwarted, Sheree kicking out at one," JR observed as Mickie looked back at the Bostonian, noticing how dazed she looked. "A lot of the women on the roster are keeping a watchful eye on Sheree right now, most of them looking for a chance to destroy her dreams of becoming champion."

Mickie eyed the nearest corner, looking back at Sheree with narrowed calculating eyes, before looking back at the corner again. "Some of them, like Mickie, just wanna see if Sheree really does have what it takes. To see how far this young woman is willing to go."

Mickie James rose to her feet and began to climb up the turnbuckle in the corner, much to the excitement of the fans.

"Oh boy!" King gulped. "Mickie's climbing the ropes now! Be careful Mickie!"

"Mickie James, thinking high risk!" JR called out as Mickie made it to the top ropes, her backed turned to the ring.

But as soon as Mickie reached the top, Sheree quickly scrambled to her feet, jumping up onto the second ropes and grabbing Mickie from behind in a back superplex position. "Wait a minute! Aw the agility of Sheree!"

Mickie cried out in surprise and fear, desperately punching away at Sheree, who refused to budge, the fans reacting with awe at the sight. "With all the quickness and speed of a cat!"

"Get down from there!" King exclaimed in horror as the fans looked on in anticipation. "That's a long way down girls!"

"Sheree thinking back superplex!" JR cried out.

"NOOO!" King yelled as Sheree launched off the ropes with a firm grip on Mickie, connecting with a back superplex off the ropes that hurt both women.

"Oh my lord!" JR exclaimed as the fans let loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the way Mickie hit the mat, the impact making her flip onto her front while Sheree laid still, the impact also effecting her greatly.

"Oh my god..." King breathed out, eyes wide in horror, extremely worried for both women. "Oh my god. That was nasty!"

"Lets see that again," JR said as replays were shown on the titantron while both women were laid out in the ring, the referee beginning to count. "Sheree with cat-like agility, leaping onto the ropes and absolutely- Good grief!"

The legendary commentator almost let out a curse at the way Mickie landed, while King audibly groaned. "My god what a superplex!"

"Did you see the way Mickie landed?!" King cried out, extremely worried for the woman.

"That superplex did a lot of damage to both women," JR said as both women laid motionless in the ring, unmoving. The referee was now up to a count of 5, the fans counting with him as Sheree and Mickie struggled to even move. "These two women have yet to move. The referee is at a count of 7 now... If these two don't get up by the count of 10, this match may end in a draw!"

"Come on girls! Get up!" King encouraged, the fans screaming at them now to get up too.

Sheree turned on her front and grabbed ahold of the ropes to pull herself up. Meanwhile Mickie pushed her body off the mat with all her might, halting the 10 count at a count of 9. "YES! Phew! I was worried this match would have ended in a draw for a moment there."

"I don't know about Sheree, but I do know Mickie definitely would not have liked this match to end in a draw," JR replied as Sheree used the ring ropes to pull herself back up to a vertical base, a small snarl on her face as she watched Mickie stumble back up onto her feet, steadying herself, both women trying to recover before continuing with the match. "Both women still feeling the effects of that superplex."

"This match has gone from a friendly match between a rising star and a veteran, to a matter of pride." Sheree made the first move, snapping her leg out as Mickie rose to a vertical base. "Sheree going for the superkick- OHHH!"

Mickie managed to duck the superkick attempt, and quickly spun in an anti-clockwise motion, catching Sheree in the jaw with a surprise Mick Kick, making the Bostonian fall back in a daze, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "Oh lord!"

"The Mick Kick! She hit it!" King exclaimed in surprise, the fans screaming out in excitement.

"Mick Kick connects!" JR cried out as Mickie fell back into the cover, hooking both of Sheree's legs with a touch of desperation. "Mickie caught her right in the bullseye!"

1...

"Sheree is out! That's gotta be it!"

2…

"Three- NO! Sheree kicks out!" JR exclaimed as Sheree powered out just before the two count, making Mickie freeze as the fans cried out in excitement.

"Wow!" King cried out.

"Mickie James had Sheree dead to rights! But this headstrong Bostonian still has a lot of fight left!" JR added as Mickie sat up, looking at the referee with wide eyes for a brief moment, before rising to her feet.

Mickie pulled Sheree's limp body up, wrapping her arm around the woman's neck and holding her free arm up, releasing a loud yell, signalling for the Mickie-DT, much to the fans excitement, who yelled along with her. "Mickie setting up for the Mickie-DT! Can she nail it a second time!"

"Here it comes!" King said in anticipation as Mickie jumped, swinging in mid-flight, looking to nail Sheree with her infamous Mickie-DT for a second time, but Sheree snapped out of her daze at the last second and threw Mickie off her, making her land on her feet. "Whoa!"

"Sheree counters and- OH! Oh my god!"" JR exclaimed as Sheree lifted her right leg, connecting with a roundhouse kick to the side of Mickie's face, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight. "Sheree just about knocked Mickie's head off with that kick!"

"Good grief!" King added as Mickie staggered, before dropping to her knees.

"Mickie James is out!" JR cried out. "Retaliation with authority- GOOD LORD!"

The flat of Sheree's boot suddenly exploded into the veteran's face, blasting Mickie with a powerful superkick. The fans let loose another loud 'OHHH!' at the impact and at the way Mickie's body bent backwards, practically lying on her legs. "My god what a superkick!"

"My gosh! I think I saw Mickie's eyes roll into the back of her head!" King exclaimed as Sheree quickly pushed Mickie onto her back and went for the cover, hooking Mickie's leg.

"Sheree, going for the cover!" JR said as the referee began the three count, the fans counting with him.

1!

"Could this be it!"

2!

"No! Mickie kicked out! Mickie James kicks out!" JR exclaimed as Mickie kicked out just before the three count, making the fans cry out in surprise, while Sheree rested her chin against Mickie's limb body, eyes wide.

"What?! Wow," King breathed in astonishment as Sheree slowly pulled herself back up to her feet. "These women are beating the hell out of each other right now!"

"They sure are!" JR added as Sheree pulled Mickie onto her feet, tossing Mickie's arm over her shoulder. "Mickie came into this match expecting some fight from Sheree, but ended up gettin' a war!"

Sheree lifted Mickie off her feet, aiming for a back suplex, but Mickie flipped over, landing on her feet, before landing a stinging spinning back kick to Sheree's stomach as she turned around, making Sheree double over, wrapping an arm around her midsection in pain. "Back suplex attempt avoided! And Mickie retaliates with a back kick!"

Mickie took off, rebounding off the ropes and launching herself at Sheree. The Bostonian met the veteran halfway, ending with the two women taking each other out with a double clothesline.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as both woman hit the mat hard, the fans verbally wincing at the impact.

"What a collision! Sheree and Mickie just took each other out!" JR exclaimed.

Sheree gingerly rolled onto her front, kicking her feet against the mat as she favoured the back of her neck. "These two are absolutely spent!"

"They've been beating the heck out of each other JR!" King exclaimed as Mickie gingerly rolled away from Sheree, using the ropes to pull herself up. "And yet they still got enough fight left to stand! Are we sure they're just fighting for pride?! Or is it something else?!"

Mickie managed to get to her feet first, advancing towards Sheree, who stumbled to her feet. Mickie rocked Sheree with a huge forearm to the face as she turned towards her, dazing the blue eyed woman.

"Who knows! Maybe there is a deeper meaning! Maybe- oh!" JR winced as Sheree shook off her dazed state and retaliated with a forearm of her own, making Mickie James stumble back, her face stinging from the shot. "Maybe they're just too competitive! These women can barely stand, and yet they're still fighting!"

The two Divas entered a stalemate of shots, trading forearms in the middle of the ring, while the WWE fans had a hard time wondering which woman they should cheer louder for.

"What a slobber knocker! These two ladies are beating the hell outta each other! What a show of competition!" JR exclaimed as the two continued to trade forearms, while the Alabama crowd popped for each shot.

"I never thought I'd see Sheree bring the fight to Mickie like this! She's one tough woman!" King cried out in surprise, watching in astonishment as the two continued to battle it out in the ring.

The large crowd broke out into a huge excited roar as Sheree and Mickie decided to forgo trading forearms in favour of wailing at each other with furious abandon, making the fans rise to their feet, encouraging them. "LOOK AT THIS! AH!"

"Oh hell yeah!" JR cheered. "These women don't care for anything else at this moment! They just wanna fight! They just wanna hit each other as hard as they can!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!" King exclaimed, his eyes wide as Mickie began to get the better of Sheree, forcing her back with each forearm.

"The fighting spirit of these two women is blazing right in front of us!" JR exclaimed. "And I'm loving every moment of it!"

Sheree backed up against the ring ropes, with Mickie continuing to assault her with rapid-fire forearms, the fans cheering as rage-filled angry yells escaped past Mickie's lips. "Look at Mickie! Absolutely punishing Sheree Louise right now!"

"She's putting a beating on her!" King exclaimed, Sheree slowly sinking to the mat as Mickie continued to pulverize her. "Sheree wants to play rough, then Mickie will respond with the same type of aggression!"

"Hey come on! That's enough Mickie!" the referee barked as Mickie resorted to stomping away at Sheree, even when she had curled herself into a ball in an attempt to protect herself from Mickie's sudden rage, the fans cheering louder at the sight.

"Oh god!"

"Mickie has become completely unhinged!" JR exclaimed as the referee had to forcefully pull the veteran away from Sheree, who was kicking at the dazed Bostonian in anger. "It's like a switch went off inside her head!"

"I don't know what's happening anymore!" King added, eyes wide as Mickie turned away from Sheree's stirring form with a furious scowl on her face. Mickie released a powerful roar, holding her arms out wide, getting a rousing reaction from the fans in response, a familiar wild crazed gleam in her eyes. "AH!"

"Do you see the look in Mickie's eyes!" JR yelled out. "She's completely snapped!"

"Sheree hit her so hard she brought psycho Mickie back to life!" King exclaimed in horror.

Mickie took off in a sprint, her face full of anger as she rebounded off the ropes, launching herself at a rising and dazed Sheree.

"This isn't gonna end we- GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!" JR suddenly roared out as Sheree, in desperation, snapped her right leg out and caught Mickie upside the head with a high roundhouse kick, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight. "Good god almighty what a roundhouse kick!"

"She nearly took her head off!" King exclaimed, as Mickie wobbled heavily, a dazed look on her face, struggling to stay on her feet. "Mickie didn't see it coming!"

"Mickie is out on her feet!" JR added as Sheree shook out the cobwebs and leveled Mickie with an intense, almost rage-filled glare that was barely noticed by anyone for she had already began to move.

"She may be see- OH MY GOD!" Sheree spun, pivoting on the balls of her left foot, and catching Mickie square in the face with a spin kick, that brought out a ruckus 'OHHH!' from the audience, completely destroying Mickie James. "GOOD GOD!"

"Holy crap Sheree!" King added, his eyes wide. "You didn't need to kick her head off!"

Sheree dropped to her knees, panting in exhaustion, the fans still making noise as the referee checked on a prone Mickie James, who stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "She may have just shattered Mickie's face!"

"That was a kick with a lot of malice intent in it," JR noted. "These women ain't messing around anymore!"

Sheree's eyes widened as the fans got increasingly louder, breaking out into duel chants.

"LET'S GO MICKIE! LETS GO SHEREE! LET'S GO MICKIE! LETS GO SHEREE!"

"Do you hear this JR?!" King exclaimed, looking around in shock, an ecstatic smile on his face as the fans continued to chant. "Everybody's on their feet! I can't believe this! Alabama is loving this!"

"As they should be!" JR replied as Mickie slowly rolled out of the ring to recuperate, collapsing to the floor. "These women are pouring their heart and soul out tonight! And we all appreciate it!"

Sheree watched with a narrowed glare as Mickie tried to pull herself back up onto her feet, then cut her eyes to the corner opposite the timekeepers area, a glint glistening in her blue eyes as she glared back at Mickie, before nodding her head, her mind made up.

"The gears seem to be turning in the mind of Sheree Louise," JR noted as Sheree rolled underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron.

"She's up to something," King added.

Sheree pulled herself up onto her feet, looking down at Mickie as the woman struggled to get up, before advancing towards the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area and climbing up it, getting a buzz of anticipation from the fans in attendance.

"W-What is she doing?" Sheree paused on the second turnbuckle, looking back at Mickie who was slowly but surely getting to her feet. Sheree shook her head with a defiant scowl, before climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, the fans buzzing louder in excitement. King's eyes nearly popped out of his skull at Sheree's decision. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?!"

"Sheree's perched on the top turnbuckle! Mickie has no idea what's going on!" JR stated. Sheree slowly rose up, balancing on the turnbuckles as Mickie stumbled to her feet and turned around, the fans cheering louder in anticipation.

"This is dangerous!" King exclaimed.

"But Sheree doesn't CARE!" JR added. Sheree fearlessly launched herself backwards, leaping off the top turnbuckle, her entire body arching in mid-air, before crashing down onto Mickie, sending her back first onto the floor. "MY GOD! Moonsault off the top turnbuckle! Taking Mickie James out!"

"Wow!" King exclaimed in shock. "I'm surprised she landed that! What a thing of beauty!"

Sheree gingerly stood up and quickly pulled the dazed Virginia brunette onto her feet, throwing her back into the ring.

"And now the action getting back inside the ring," JR noted, as Sheree slid back into the ring after Mickie and quickly went for the cover, hooking the far leg. "Quickly going for the cover, hooking the leg."

1...

2…

Mickie kicked out just barely, causing Sheree to sit up on her knees, panting with a look of faint annoyance, but otherwise not allowing herself to get frustrated. "And Mickie James kicks out at two and a half."

"If Sheree's frustrated, she certainly ain't showing it," King said, noticing the calm expression on Sheree's face.

"Sheree knows that if she has any chance of one day becoming Women's Champion, whether it be Melina, Tara Stone, Beth Phoenix or Mickie James herself, then she has to stay calm," JR replied.

Sheree forced Mickie to her feet, and whipped her into the far corner. The Bostonian ran at Mickie only to receive a boot to the face, causing Sheree to stumble back halfway across the ring as a result.

"Oh man!" King exclaimed.

"What a boot," JR added. "Jacking the jaw of Sheree."

Mickie shook her head, before quickly lifting herself up onto the top ropes, the fans cheering in excitement as she waited for the right moment. "Mickie, looking for another high risk maneuver! Looking for that seated senton!"

"Can she hit it?!" King questioned.

Mickie leaped off the ropes as Sheree turned around, aiming for a seated senton, only for Sheree to step-side the aerial attack, moving hastily out of the way, making Mickie land hard on her hands and knees. "Oh, nobody home!"

"Mickie missed the senton!" JR said as Mickie tried to stand up as quickly as possible, but Sheree superkicked her right in the side of her mouth, not even giving her a chance to straighten up properly, dazing her and making her struggle to stay on her feet, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the impact. "OH! What a bone-shattering superkick! She damn-near kicked her teeth out!"

"Mickie's seeing stars!" King cried out as Mickie wobbled on spaghetti legs, a dazed look on her face.

Sheree then rolled her up into a schoolgirl style roll, Mickie's legs flailing in the air in an attempt to kick out. "Whoa, Sheree, going for the pin!"

1…

"Sheree taking advantage of a dazed Mickie with the rollup! Will she get the three?!" JR wondered.

2…

Mickie James managed to power out at the last minute, making Sheree fall onto her back, eyes slightly wide as the fans cried out at the near-fall. "No! NO she won't! Mickie kicks out!"

"I thought for sure the match was over there!" King cried out. "Man, what a match!"

"The look on Sheree's face tells the entire story," JR said as Sheree laid on the canvas, shaking her head.

"Yeah. I think she thought she won for a second there as well," King added.

Sheree slowly rose to her feet and grabbed Mickie's arm, pulling her into position below the left corner turnbuckle. "Oh boy... I think I know what's coming next."

"So do I king. Sheree, perhaps, setting up for the Overkill," JR said as Sheree began to climb up the ring ropes in the corner, fatigue starting to take its toll on her. "What a battle this has been. You can tell these two women are exhausted."

Sheree perched herself on the top ropes, her back turned towards the ring, the fans cheering in excitement.

"If Sheree hits the Overkill, this match may be over," King stated as the brunette Bostonian rose, before back-flipping off the top ropes, going for her signature moonsault stomp, the Overkill.

"Over- no!" JR called out as Mickie quickly rolled out of the way, making Sheree land on her feet.

"She missed!" King cried out as Mickie stumbled to her feet.

"Mickie got out of dodge!" JR added as Sheree turned and rushed at the woman, only to receive a back kick to the stomach, making Sheree hunch over in pain. Mickie then quickly wrapped an arm around Sheree's head, holding her arms up and releasing another loud yell, signalling for a third Mickie-DT, receiving a loud reaction from the fans. "Uh-oh! Mickie's feeling it! She's looking to hit the Mickie-DT!"

Mickie jumped and swung, successfully hitting the Mickie-DT, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the way Sheree's head bounced off the canvas.

"OHH!" King cried out.

"She got it! Mickie-DT! A second Mickie-DT!" JR exclaimed as Sheree laid on the mat, unmoving and out cold, the fans screaming out as Mickie scrambled into the pin, hooking the near leg. "Mickie scrambling for the cover!"

ONE!

"No way Sheree kicks out of that!" King exclaimed.

TWO!

"She's completely out of it!"

THRE-

"NO! NO!" JR yelled out.

"WHAT?!" King exclaimed in shock as the referee waved the count off, pointing at Sheree's foot, which was resting on the bottom ropes, making the fans roar out in shock and excitement.

"Sheree got her foot on the ropes!" JR exclaimed as Mickie looked back at Sheree's boot, staring at it with wide eyes.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" King yelled out as Mickie rolled away from the brunette, kneeling on her knees, holding her head in her hands in disbelief, staring at Sheree in shock.

"Mickie James cannot believe it!" JR cried out as Sheree rolled onto her stomach, stretching her hand out towards Mickie, panting in exhaustion, an almost lifeless look in her eyes.

"How the heck did Sheree survive that?!" King exclaimed in disbelief, watching as Sheree struggled to even lift her body off the canvas. "Look! She can't even pick her body up off the mat!"

Mickie slowly rose to her feet, a snarl stretching across her lips as she glared down at Sheree. "You..."

"What heart these young women are showing!" JR praised, as Sheree slowly crawled towards Mickie James, who's snarl deepened into a scowl. "These Divas! These warriors are showing us an awful lot!"

"Damn straight!" King added as Sheree grabbed ahold of Mickie's ankle. Mickie kicked her off and grabbed Sheree by her dark brunette locks, harshly pulling her onto her feet. "And it ain't over! These two may just- Whoa, wait a minute!

Sheree suddenly wrapped her arms around Mickie's waist and flipped her onto her back for a northern lights suplex, bridging into the pin, the fans reacting accordingly. "Oh! Wow!"

"Northern Lights Suplex!" JR exclaimed. "Into the bridge! Referee counts the pin!"

1...

2…

"Again, Mickie kicks out at two!" JR cried out as the fans reacted to the near-fall. "The speed, the quickness, the suddenness!"

"Sheree has Mickie all outta sorts!" King exclaimed as both women scrambled back up onto their feet, Sheree rushing at Mickie. The Richmond veteran, quickly lifted Sheree in a wheelbarrow but Sheree rolled underneath her legs for a victory roll. "Hey!"

"Wheelbarrow victory roll! Shoulders down!" JR cried out as the fans cheered. Instead of hooking the legs, Sheree fell back, grabbing Mickie's arms and straightening them up beside the woman's head, whilst quickly slipping her legs in between Mickie's legs. "What is this?!"

The fans cheered louder in awed shock as Sheree popped up into a bridge on her head, pinning Mickie's legs under hers, whilst at the same time pinning Mickie's arms to the mat with her feet, along with the tight grip she had on the Virginia native's wrist, keeping the woman pinned onto her shoulders. Mickie's legs flailed desperately inside the very little space they had to move. "Oh my word!"

ONE!

"What the hell is that?!" King exclaimed in shock.

TWO!

"Sheree with the Euro!" JR cried out.

THREE!

"OH MY GOODNESS!"

The arena shook from the fans loud, shocked cheering and screaming as the bell rang, "Headstrong" playing throughout the arena.

"WHAT?!" King exclaimed in shock.

"Sheree won! Sheree has just beaten Mickie James!" JR exclaimed as Sheree disengaged from Mickie, rolling onto her stomach with a shocked, wide-eyed look on her face. "With the European clutch! Oh my god!"

"I don't- What?!" King cried out.

"Here's your winner, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced, the fans cheering as Sheree slowly rose to her feet with an astonished smile, running her hands through her hair.

"Sheree just shocked Mickie James!" JR exclaimed, as Mickie James was seen sat up, resting her arms on her knees with a shocked look on her face.

"Unbelievable!" King yelled out, a big smile on Sheree's face as the referee raised her arm in victory, the fans applauding and cheering. "Even Sheree can't believe what just happened!"

Sheree ran her hand through her hair and cut her blue eyes to Mickie James, who was sat in the corner. Mickie looked up at the woman with a warm smile on her face, nodding her head.

"Well done," Mickie muttered, before sliding under the ring and slowly walking up the aisle, the fans cheering at the short, but noticeable exchange. Sheree watched her leave with a smile, before beaming at the fans that continued to make noise.

"A nod of acknowledgment from Mickie," JR noted with approval. "Sheree just went to war with one of the Divas Division's elite and came out the victor! Sheree earned some respect tonight!"

"You're damn right she did!" King exclaimed. "If the rest of the Divas in the locker room don't respect Sheree on some level after that performance, then oh boy, they're in for a rude awakening!"

Replays were shown of the last few seconds of the match, King shaking his head in awe at the wheelbarrow victory roll up, transitioned into the European Clutch. "That is just amazing!"

"Sheree scores the victory with the European Clutch! I am still gobsmacked that she managed to pull that off! Mickie wasn't kicking out of that," JR stated.

"If Sheree can keep this up, I think she may just be successful at the Royal Rumble!" King added, as Sheree stood on the second ropes of the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, smirking as she surveyed the large buzzing crowd.

"Let's hope so. Because Sheree has a lot of momentum going into this- Hey! WAIT A SECOND!" JR suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh no! Sheree, behind you!" King yelled out, the fans screaming out as well, trying to warn Sheree of the impending danger.

Sheree stepped off the turnbuckle, only to receive a clobbering shot to the back, sending her crashing face first to the mat. "Oh!"

Sheree looked over her shoulder in pain, to find Beth Phoenix standing over her with a smirk on her face as the fans gave her heavy heat for assaulting the Bostonian from behind.

"What the hell!" JR yelled out in shock and anger. "What the hell is this about?!"

"I-I don't know! Beth Phoenix just clobbered her Royal Rumble opponent!" King added.

Sheree gingerly rolled onto her back and sat up slightly, an enraged expression on her face that made Beth's smirk widen.

"You bi-" Sheree was cut off by a boot to the face, making the back of her head hit the canvas. "Oh!"

Beth Phoenix grabbed a hand full of Sheree's locks and threw her halfway across the ring. "Oh my goodness!"

"Oh what a biel!" JR cried out, the fans reacting with a verbal wince as Sheree slammed against the canvas, hard. "The Glamazon blindsiding and having her way with her Royal Rumble opponent!"

King shook his head in despair as Beth slowly advanced towards Sheree with an animalistic grin. "Sheree just had one heck of a battle with Mickie James! She's defenseless!"

Beth crouched down, balancing on the balls off her feet and grabbing Sheree by the hair, forcefully ragging her head up so that she was staring into her blue eyes. "You think you stand a chance against me?! Don't kid yourself! You're way out of my league!"

Beth rose up to her feet, pulling Sheree up by her hair and forcing her to her feet, snarling in her face as the fans booed her in anger.

"I'm gonna make an example outta you," Beth growled in the woman's face. "You'll regret getting in my way!"

Beth then turned Sheree around, violently hooking her arms from behind.

"Oh no!" King cried out as Beth lifted Sheree clean off the mat.

"My god! The power and strength of the Glamazon!" JR exclaimed, before Beth released Sheree's arms, slamming her face first into the mat with monstrous impact, a resounding 'Ohhh!' vibrating throughout the arena as the fans openly winced at the impact and force of Sheree hitting the mat. "Oh! Good god! What monstrous impact!"

"Good grief!" King groaned as Beth calmly rolled her broad shoulders, glaring down at Sheree with a cold calmness that made the commentators shiver, the fans booing her angrily.

"Disgusting," JR spat as "Glamazon" played throughout the arena to a round of boos. "That was way out of line!"

Beth scoffed down at Sheree's prone, unmoving form, smirking in satisfaction at the damage she had caused, before stepping out of the ring. "I know they're gonna be opponents at the Royal Rumble, but that attack was completely unnecessary and unprovoked!"

"Trust me, I agree 100%! I guess the Glamazon does not see Sheree as competition," King replied as Beth Phoenix walked up the ramp, that satisfied smirk still on her face, never once looking back, even as the referee went to check on the still unmoving form of Sheree.

. . . .

Later...

Charlotte stood in the gorilla position, watching with a smile as Shawn Michaels surprisingly forced Trevor Murdoch to submit with an inverted Figure Four Leglock.

"Here's your winner by submission, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!" Lilian announced, the fans cheering as "Sexy Boy" played throughout the arena, Jessie smirking as she entered the ring.

Jessie wore a black sleeveless crop top version of Shawn's latest 'HBK' shirt, dark blue faded jeans with a black belt, and a pair of brown leather cowboy boots with a fancy stitching pattern.

Charlotte tuned out Mr. Kennedy's promo, looking back to see Shane McMahon talking with Dray. Christy looked at her and rolled her eyes at the two men talking animatedly beside her, making Charlotte laugh.

The black haired woman was wearing a black 'Avenged Sevenfold' lace up short-sleeved shirt, with a burgundy leather jacket being worn over it, and black leather pants tucked into black heeled knee-length boots. Her thick and wavy black locks was tied up into a single ponytail with large parted bangs.

She turned back to the monitor, wincing as Jessie and Shawn caught a rushing Trevor Murdoch in the face with a jaw-jacking double superkick, promptly knocking the man out.

"Oh my god!" JR exclaimed, the fans screaming in excitement.

"WOW!" King added.

Shawn smirked at the cheering crowd as "Sexy Boy" played again, while Jessie looked down at the unconscious Trevor Murdoch, shaking her head at him in disappointment.

Charlotte chuckled at Jessie's reaction, and patiently awaited the arrival of her best friend, aware that Paul had just entered the gorilla, raising an eyebrow when he walked in with Stephanie.

"You didn't do what I think you did, did you?" Charlotte questioned with a grin.

"What are you implying?" Paul shot back, a smirk on his face.

Charlotte cut her eyes to Stephanie and raised an eyebrow. Paul rolled his eyes.

"No, we didn't do what you think we did," he replied, chuckling in amusement. "Get your head outta the gutter woman!"

Charlotte didn't look convinced, a sly smirk on her face, but before she could comment, she was enveloped in a crushing hug from behind. "H-hey!"

Charlotte turned around to see Jessie standing behind her with a smile on her face, Shawn walking through the curtain to greet Paul. The brunette casually ran a finger over Charlotte's bangs, her smile widening. "This is a cute look."

"You think so?" Charlotte questioned, smiling when Jessie nodded. "I guess I could use this look more often..."

"Are you guys up next?" Jessie asked, noticing Eugene Alan Snisky, aka Snitsky walking into the gorilla.

"Yep. We're gonna kick this big guy's ass!" Charlotte said, chuckling at the playful glare Eugene gave her.

Jessie chuckled at their interaction in amusement, before turning her attention back to the slightly taller woman. "I need to talk to you about something when we get back to the hotel."

"Like what?" Charlotte asked, curious.

Jessie frowned, a serious expression on her face as she cut her eyes towards Shawn and Paul, and the other people around them, before whispering, low enough for only Charlotte to hear her. "I'll tell you when we get some privacy. There is too many people around."

At this, Charlotte frowned. It was very rare for Jessie to be secretive around her peers. Based on this fact alone, Charlotte knew what Jessie wanted to tell her was very important. Too important to be talking about it in front of other people.

"Triple H, Freya, you're on in a few moments."

Charlotte acknowledged the stagehands call, before looking back at Jessie. "We'll talk later okay?"

Jessie smiled and nodded, saying her goodbyes, before walking off with Shawn.

"What was that about?" Paul asked as he walked up to the black haired woman, having noticed Jessie staring at him suspiciously. Charlotte just shrugged.

"I have no idea."

. . . .

Freya watched silently as her mentor, Triple H tried to ground the big Snitsky with an arm-wringer, but the larger man refused to be held down, and shoved Hunter back into the ropes. Freya winced with worry as Triple H rebounded off the ring ropes, running right into a big boot to the face.

Raw had just come back from a commercial break, and the black haired woman couldn't help but be surprised by the sight of her mentor struggling against Snitsky. Triple H had schooled the bigger man throughout the break in the art of wrestling, but each time, Snitsky responded with sheer power and brutality. She supposed that she shouldn't really be shocked. Snitsky seemed to be much more powerful than Triple H. Her mentor was a lot of things, but he wasn't a freak of nature like John Cena was.

"Oh wow," Jerry "The King" Lawler muttered with a wince, the fans booing as Snitsky dropped to a knee, taking a breather, glaring at the downed form of the Cerebral Assassin.

"And Snitsky got that big kick right in the face of the Game," Jim Ross noted as Triple H crawled towards the nearest corner with Snitsky stalking after him, trying to get some feeling back into his left shoulder. "Triple H during the commercial break had really given Snitsky a wrestling lesson. The Game, who could be the maestro of the in-ring wrestling symphony, working on that shoulder of Snitsky, but Snitsky has a high threshold for pain."

Triple H used the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and then groaned as the large man drove his large boot into his gut and proceeded to assault him with vicious violent fists to his head, switching to brutally stomping away at the Game when he sank to the bottom turnbuckle.

"Snitsky likes to deliver pain," JR said. "Snitsky loves to see others suffer."

The snarling monster finally relented, ignoring the referee's stern warning as he glared at the fans, and glowered down at Freya who took a small step back away from the ring.

"Well he's having a good time right now, cuz you can tell by the look on the Game's face, that he's suffering at the hands of Snitsky at the moment!" King replied, Snitsky advancing towards the 11-Time World Champion, a snarl on his lips as Freya got a loud 'Triple H' chant started.

Triple H cried out in pain as Snitsky drove his large shoulder into the smaller man's midsection, pinning him against the corner.

"And I would assume that Mr. McMahon is very pleased any time Triple H is put in a precarious and painful position," JR added as Snitsky drove the air out of the Cerebral Assassin with another shoulder thrust to the gut.

"The Game eliminated from the Royal Rumble match." Snitsky rammed his shoulder into the gut of Triple H one more time, ignoring the referee, who began the five count. The crowd fell into a quiet hush as Snitsky continued to beat up the Cerebral Assassin, Freya watching on with a worried gaze, silent. "As we speak, we are 13 days away from the Royal Rumble..."

Snitsky relented on his assault, ignoring the firm warning that the official gave him and whipping Triple H hard into the opposite corner, making him rebound off them with such force he fell to his knees. "... From the sold out Madison Square Garden, where one man will earn the right to be in the main event at WrestleMania 24."

Snitsky slowly advanced towards Triple H, his gaze cold as he watched the Game struggle to get back up onto his feet. He grabbed the man by the head, ignoring the fans jeers and bounced Triple H's face off the top turnbuckle.

"Look at Snitsky's face... the craters, the pot marks. It looks like the moon from three miles out!" King remarked as the aforementioned behemoth whipped Triple H hard into the opposite corner of the ring. The Game groaned as his body rebounded off the buckles, stumbling right into the waiting arms of Snitsky.

"Snitsky could be considered bowling shoe ugly," JR commented as Snitsky lifted Triple H off the ground, slamming him back-first into the canvas with a sidewalk slam that made Freya visibly wince. "But that's just a consideration."

"And an insult to bowling shoes," King remarked.

Snitsky stood, watching impassively as Triple H writhed in pain on the canvas, the fans jeering at him in anger.

"Come on Hunter!" Freya pleaded. "Get up!"

"Hard slam there," JR noted. "That made Freya wince. Snitsky using his power."

"Hey!" King called out as Snitsky suddenly rushed into the cover.

1...

"And Snitsky with a cover!" JR observed.

2...

Triple H managed to kick out after two, using all his strength to power out of Snitsky's pin attempt. "And got a near-fall on Triple H."

Snitsky panted as he sat up on his knees, frustration setting in. "Come on!"

"Snitsky's offense isn't elaborate," JR noted. "Certainly isn't fashionable."

Triple H groggily glanced to where Freya was, seeing her sigh in relief before staring at her mentor worriedly. Her worry grew when Snitsky rose to his feet with a hand full of Hunter's hair, effortlessly scooping him up and slamming him back first into the canvas. "Very, very yeoman-like."

"But effective," King observed.

"Very effective. No doubt about that," JR replied as Snitsky ran the ropes and dropped his elbow into the chest of Triple H. "Snitsky, a very athletic 6'8, 300 pounder."

"And Snitsky- oh!" King winced along with Freya as Snitsky immediately stood back up, rebounding off the ropes and driving another elbow into Triple H's chest, before going for another pin attempt. "In the Royal Rumble will be very difficult to eliminate!"

1...

"Elbow to the STERNUM!"

2…

Triple H managed to kick out just after the two count, much to Freya's relief. "And the Game able to kick out."

"Come on!" Snitsky snapped at the official.

"Hard elbows. The point of the elbow, right into the sternum of Triple H not once, but twice," JR commentated. Snitsky loomed over Hunter from behind, drawing his fist back as the Cerebral Assassin rose to a seated position, smashing his fist into the side of Triple H's jaw, rocking him momentarily.

The fans gleamed with hope as Triple H got up onto his knees and retaliated with a swift shot to the gut of Snitsky. This caught the worried Freya's attention, her eyes gleaming with relief as Hunter began to fight back. "But look at Triple H now. He will fight back."

The Game connected with another shot to Snitsky's gut and rose to his feet on shaky legs, catching Snitsky right in the nose with a fist to the face.

"Come on Hunter!" Freya yelled out as the fans cheered in rising excitement.

Triple H ran the ropes, bouncing off them, only for Snitsky to catch him in a crushing bearhug, making him yell out in pain. His feet left the mat as Snitsky used his strength to lift him off the ground.

"But is it too little, too late in this one-fall match up," JR continued as Freya facepalmed at the sight and ran her hand through her hair in worry.

"That bear hug on the lower back of the Game's gonna take its toll," King added as Triple H cried out in pain, Snitsky continuing to squeeze the life out of him.

"Senior referee Mike Chioda," JR noted, the aforementioned referee watching intently and silently, Hunter groaning in pain as Snitsky placed him back down on the mat, his large arms squeezing around Triple H's ribs. "Asking the Game if he wants to give it up. Triple H trying to free himself from this Snitsky bearhug."

Snitsky swung Triple H like he was nothing more than a giant doll, his arms compressing around the Game's ribs like an anaconda. Triple H reached out for Freya desperately, who could do nothing but watch as the ugly beast of a man continued to punish her mentor.

"Come on Hunter!" she called out. "You can't give up! Remember what's at stake!"

"Triple H trying to get a breath, reaching for Freya," JR noted. "But she won't be able to do anything. Triple H will have to find a way out of Snitsky's tight vice-like grip on his own."

Freya's eyes widened in worry when Triple H began to fade, his eyelids fluttering as a loud chant of 'Triple H! Triple H! Triple H!' resounded throughout the arena.

"The fans making some noise, tryna get the Game back into this thing," King observed as Freya continued to shout words of encouragement at her mentor. "It looks like the Game's fading!"

Freya got the fans to rally Triple H to fight back, chanting her mentors name along with the fans. Triple H tried to fight back, slugging Snitsky with hard back elbows to the face, but with each elbow, Snitsky would squeeze harder, making Triple H grunt in pain.

"Triple H with those elbows, trying to score enough shots to the head of Snitsky to cause some separation," JR noted as Triple H dropped to a knee, the pain starting to take its toll on him, much to Freya's further worry. "But it was not to be. You've gotta hand it to Snitsky. He took two hard shots from the elbow of Triple H, but Snitsky still maintains control."

Freya watched in concern as Snitsky continued to slowly squeeze the breath out of Triple H. "Freya there, watching with obvious concern for her mentor."

"We talk about opportunities. This is a huge opportunity for Snitsky," King noted.

"Come on Hunter!" Freya shouted, noticing the glint of determination and defiance in the man's eyes. He released a loud yell and rose to his feet, the fans and Freya cheering at the sight. "That's it Hunter! Keep fighting!"

"It's been a night of opportunities. You have the opportunity for William Regal to end Ric Flair's career. The opportunity for Randy Orton to become Intercontinental Champion. And the opportunity, as you said, for Snitsky to beat the best in the business in the Game," JR replied, as Triple H caught the taller man in the face with a back elbow that rocked him hard enough to release the bearhug.

Both the fans and Freya cheered as Triple H pressed on, punching Snitsky in the face. The monster of a man retaliated with a kick to the gut, and quickly wrapped the Game up in a pumphandle hold, snarling at a concerned Freya and the jeering fans.

"Snitsky looking for that Pumphandle Slam," JR noted.

"Get out of it Hunter!" Freya called out. The man seemed to have heard her call, for as soon as Snitsky lifted him off the ground, Triple H rolled over Snitsky's shoulder, landing on his feet behind the man, much to the relief of the fans and Freya.

"And the Game came out the back door!" JR said, Triple H kicking Snitsky in the gut as he turned quickly around, dropping him headfirst with a DDT to a loud reaction from the fans.

"YES! Look at that!" King exclaimed as both men laid in the ring, exhausted. Freya jumped up and down in excitement and relief. "Look how ecstatic Freya is!"

"She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried," JR said. "Triple H nails that DDT, calming Freya's worry for the moment. Snitsky looking for a Pumphandle Slam."

"Come on Hunter! Get up!" Freya called out as Triple H laid on his side, panting in exhaustion.

"Well that DDT certainly effective," King added as the referee began the ten count, the fans counting with him. "But that bearhug has taken a lot out of the Game. He needs to make the cover."

The referee got to a count of three as Snitsky and Triple H both started to stir, getting to a count of five before both men sluggishly made it back to their feet.

"Snitsky's offense has certainly been just that. Very offensive, and very effective to Triple H," JR complimented as Hunter forced Snitsky back into the ropes, using them as a catapult to whip the taller man across the ring.

"Uh-oh, reversal here," King noted as Snitsky reversed this, whipping Triple H towards the opposite side of the ring instead.

Triple H rebounded off the ropes as Snitsky leaned forward for a back body drop, which ended up being a costly mistake.

"A facebuster," JR commentated, Triple H landing his patent knee-smash facebuster to loud cheers from the fans, causing the big man to stagger back into the ropes, rebounding off them.

"Look out!" King exclaimed.

Triple H leveled Snitsky with a huge Spinebuster, the crowd roaring in cheers as Triple H roared, while Freya jumped up and down in excitement and relief.

"The Double-A version of the Spinebuster connects, on the 6'8 300 pounds Snitsky!" JR exclaimed.

"Finish him!" Freya called out as Snitsky stumbled back up onto his feet and turned around, only to receive a kick to the gut from Triple H, hooking both arms, setting up the Pedigree, receiving a loud reaction from the fans in attendance.

"Triple H feeling it here," King noted. "That's right! Going for the Pedigree!"

"The Game tryna- " JR cut himself off as Snitsky suddenly stood up, dumping Triple H over the top rope and spilling out onto the floor in front of the announce table, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight.

"WHOA!" King exclaimed, while Freya's eyes widened at the way Triple H hit the thinly padded floor. "OH MY GOD!"

"Triple H tried for the Pedigree, but was elevated over the top!" JR cried out as Snitsky dropped to his hands and knees, panting for a moment before shakily getting to his feet. "And the Game landing right in front of us, after being back-dropped over the top, to the floor."

Freya urgently rushed to Triple H's side with an extremely worried expression on her face.

"You okay Hunter?" she asked, only receiving a glazed nod.

She went to check up on him, only to back away as Snitsky entered her field of vision and smirked at her, standing in between her and Triple H.

"Uh-oh," King gulped worriedly as Snitsky and Freya stared each other down. "Leave her out of this Snitsky..."

"Freya ain't no damsel, but she'd better be extra careful," JR added.

Snitsky grunted in amusement, noticing the fearless expression on Freya's face, even as she backed up and out of his way, before he forced the Game to stand.

"Oh look out!" King exclaimed.

"Oh man!" JR added as Snitsky threw Triple H viciously into the steel steps with enough force to nearly send the steps on its side, the fans verbally wincing at the sight. Freya looked at Triple H's still form with wide eyes, being the closest to the wreckage. "Good grief."

"Freya got a good view of that. Jeez!" King groaned. "She nearly got hit with the steps!"

"Snitsky just hurled Triple H into the steel steps!" JR commented as Snitsky righted the steps, making Freya back away more. "The steps got all cockeyed! And now this psychotic Snitsky..."

"Uh-oh," King mumbled, as Snitsky pulled off the top half of the steps and placed Hunter's head on the bottom half. Freya's eyes narrowed, alarm bells ringing in her head.

"… With something dangerous and hurtful on his mind!" JR finished his sentence as Snitsky leveled Freya with a taunting smirk that made her lip curl in disgust.

"Oh my gosh... when Snitsky told Mr. McMahon he liked to hurt people, I didn't know he had this in mind!" King exclaimed as Snitsky broke the referee's count and leveled Freya with another nasty smirk.

"Snitsky just broke the referee's ten count..." JR noted.

"I'M GONNA CRUSH YOUR PRECIOUS MENTOR, AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" Snitsky roared at Freya, making the fans boo in anger.

"Oh boy..." King breathed, gulping as a cold shiver rolled down his spine at the sight of Freya's grey-hazel eyes darkening in rage, tilting her head in response. "I think this is going to end badly..."

"Snitsky roaring at Freya. Telling her that there is nothing she can do. And he has somewhat of a point," JR noted as Snitsky turned his attention to the steel steps. "Snitsky said he wanted to make an impact here tonight."

Despite the referee's frantic demands, Snitsky lifted the top half of the steel steps, holding it above his head.

Triple H could do nothing but stare up at the giant behemoth holding the steel steps over his head and snarling down at him with an ugly killer smile. Shit!

"This goes past hurting people!" King cried out.

"This goes past impactful!" JR exclaimed, the fans suddenly screaming out.

CRACK!

"OHHH!"

Triple H moved hastily out of the way, as Snitsky suddenly dropped the steel steps and toppled over onto his hands and knees with a cry of pain. Freya stood over him with a steel chair in her hands, an extremely pissed off expression on her face as the fans exploded at the sight.

"W-what in the world?!" King exclaimed, shocked by this sudden turn of events.

"Good lord! Freya just nailed Snitsky in the back with a steel chair!" JR cried out.

The sound of the bell ringing was heard throughout the arena, signaling the disqualification, but Freya didn't care. She pulled the band out of her wavy locks and shook her hair out, a dark seething scowl on her face. To the fans elation, Freya lifted the chair above her head, leveling Snitsky with a dark, wide-eyed snarl of pure rage.

"Oh MY GOD!" King exclaimed.

"Freya's not done!" JR added. The echoing CRACK of steel on flesh, resounded throughout the arena, Snitsky's pained howls being heard loud and clear as he squirmed in agony. "GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! FREYA HAS SNAPPED!"

"Did you hear that?!" King cried out as Freya threw the bent, useless chair away, glowering down at Snitsky. Triple H stood up, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder in thanks, his chest heaving as he glared down at Snitsky.

"Snitsky made the mistake of taunting and provoking this woman!" JR said, the fans continuing to cheer. "She is an intelligent, cunning and violent individual."

"They could hear that over in Pensacola!" King added.

"Teach this son of a bitch a lesson!"

At Freya's rage-filled tone, Triple H scowled before grabbing Snitsky and throwing him back into the ring. The two surveyed the crowd, who all cheered at the raging looks on their faces.

"Referee called for the bell. Freya got Triple H disqualified, albeit to save him from serious damage, and they are seething!" JR noted. "The Game and the Queen of Queens are in a rage here tonight!"

Triple H walked back over to Freya, and whispered something in her ear that made the woman smirk dangerously.

"Uh-oh! I don't like the look on Freya's face JR," King commented with a gulp of fear. Freya pulled the apron up to look for another weapon under the ring, while Triple H slid back into it, watching Snitsky with a snarl.

The fans erupted into a huge pop when they saw Freya pull out Triple H's trusty sledgehammer, holding it up with both hands and staring up at the base of the hammer with a predatory smirk. "Uh-oh, wait a minute!"

"Snitsky tried to hurt the Game and make that impact!" JR explained as Freya slid into the ring and stood up, that predatory smirk on her face widening as she handed the sledgehammer over to Triple H. "And now sledgehammers make the damndest impact!"

Triple H measured up the wounded monster, watching with a hunter's gaze as Snitsky shakily got to his feet.

"Ever since the Game lost his spot in the Royal Rumble he's been like THIS!" King exclaimed, wincing as Hunter drove the sledgehammer into Snitsky's gut, nearly making him drop to his knees, the fans reacting accordingly.

"The sledgehammer to the abdomen!" JR cried out.

"Finish him!" Freya snapped.

Triple H happily obliged, dropping the sledgehammer and hooking Snitsky's arms for the Pedigree, getting a huge reaction from the fans.

"And the Game, Triple H!" JR exclaimed as Triple H hit Snitsky with the Pedigree, bouncing the man's head off the canvas to a large excited reaction from the fans.

"PEDIGREE!" King cried out.

Triple H released a roar as the fans continued to cheer, "The Game" playing throughout the arena as both Freya and Triple H glared down at Snitsky's still, supine form.

"The man who will not be in the Royal Rumble match, continues his rage," JR commentated as Freya stood over Snitsky's body with a dark evil smile, while Triple H paced the ring, still seething in anger. "And tonight, the victim if you will, was Snitsky."

"Look at the evil smirk on Freya's face," King noted with a shiver. "She enjoyed that."

"Snitsky had every intention of damaging and destroying Triple H with those steel steps, but it was not to be on this night," JR said as Triple H retrieved his sledgehammer, snarling in anger whilst continuing to pace the ring. Freya stepped over Snitsky's body, watching darkly as the man rolled out of the ring, while the official Mike Chioda tried to calm Triple H down.

"Snitsky makes the smartest decision of the night," King added as Triple H and Freya stepped up onto the corner ropes, showboating and pandering to the fans as replays were shown of the sledgehammer shot to the gut, and the Pedigree that came after. "Get outta the ring and avoid further damage at the hands of that sledgehammer."

"What a sledgehammer shot from the Game on Snitsky," JR commented, the replays ending to show Triple H staring intently at the blunt weapon, before jumping off the ropes, both he and his female accomplice in anarchy surveying the cheering crowd. "Who had the evil intentions, that were thwarted tonight by the Queen of Queens and the Cerebral Assassin, who can be just as deadly as anybody in the game."

Freya and Triple H left the ring and walked up the ramp with satisfied, but agitated expressions on their faces as they looked out into the excited crowd.

"Man..." King breathed, shocked by the outcome.

"A physical match," JR praised. "Can't take away from the efforts and the effectiveness that we saw from Snitsky."

"Well, if I said Snitsky- uh-oh." King suddenly trailed off.

"Hunter..."

Both Triple H and Freya stilled at Vince McMahon's unimpressed look as he stared at them through the bottom titantron, Motorhead's iconic riffs fading into silence.

"You become more angry and more violent every week. And with Freya with you again, you're somehow even more dangerous!" the old man groaned.

Hunter glared at him, while Freya smirked viciously, taking some sort of pride in being so violent.

"And all because you're not in the Royal Rumble match."

The crowd booed at this, and Triple H's glare intensified at that reminder, eyeing his sledgehammer as his father-in-law continued to speak.

"I would advise the pair of you to calm down," the old man ordered.

Triple H and Freya released a scowl at that, and they advanced threateningly towards the titantron, malicious intent rolling off the duo.

"I would advise you to take a chill pill."

Triple H released an amused, cold chuckle and looked at Freya who was glowering darkly at the titantron.

"You know what? Screw this!" the woman growled lowly. "I hate this goddamn titantron!"

Triple H smirked.

"I advise you to-" the old man suddenly trailed off, his eyes widening in fear as Triple H handed his sledgehammer to the increasingly annoyed woman, who was now smirking psychotically at him, her hazel eyes wide with anger.

"W-What is she doing?" the old man asked, his voice shaking slightly as Freya advanced towards the tron with a sadistic grin on her face. "Why did you-"

Vince's eyes widened in horror as Freya swung her arms back, holding the sledgehammer in a swinging motion.

"HEY!" King yelled as Freya swung, tearing through the titantron with the sledgehammer, the large screen exploding violently with sparks flying everywhere! "WHAT THE-"

Sparks bounced off the destroyed tron as Freya backed away with a wide smirk, admiring her handy work, before handing the sledgehammer back to an impassive Hunter, the fans cheering.

They cheered louder when Triple H suddenly launched his sledgehammer at the already destroyed titantron, sparks flying as the tron exploded again. Sparks bounced off the duo, but neither cared, reveling in the destruction they had just caused, the fans giving them a huge reaction as they both released monster roars, the riffs of 'The Game' playing throughout the arena.

"I don't think there's any calming down Triple H or Freya!" King cried out. "They just destroyed the titantron!"

"I-I can't believe what we've just seen," JR added in shock as smoke crawled out of the titantron.

"An enraged Triple H, and a borderline sadistic Freya, completely destroying the titantron!"

. . . .

Later...

Kerry sat in the canteen with Jeff and Randy, looking over her script, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hey Nero," Kerry murmured, nudging him to get his attention. "How come there's a piece of blank paper super glued to my script near the end?"

Jeff tried and failed to hide the nervous look in his eye, making the woman suspicious. "I don't know. Why don't you ask Randy?"

Kerry turned and glared at her mentor, who just grinned at her.

"Don't ask me," he replied, making her glare at him.

"Give me your script," the blonde haired woman ordered with a growl, her hand held out expectantly.

"Don't have it on me," Randy retorted, smirking when Kerry's glare intensified. She turned and leveled her glare on Jeff.

"You know, you're cute when you're angry," Jeff noted. Normally Kerry would be flattered by a comment like that, but she was having none of it tonight. These two were up to something and she intended on finding out exactly what they were hiding from her. It was a good thing she knew how to respond to things on the fly.

"Nero... give me your script," she growled.

Jeff shrugged. "I left it in the men's locker room."

Kerry clenched her fists in annoyance, her right eye starting to twitch.

"Then go and get it so I can have a look at it!" she snapped.

"Can't be bothered."

Kerry grabbed Jeff by his tight long-sleeved shirt, and brought him in close so that they were face to face. The Charismatic Enigma gulped as he was forced to stare into Kerry's scary-looking angered blue eyes.

"If I find out this has something to do with you and a ladder, you're dead meat! Understand?!" she growled. The blonde-haired woman pushed him away from her when he nodded, crossing her arms with an extremely annoyed expression on her face.

Orton smirked at Jeff, who looked a little pale from Kerry's threat.

She's gonna kill him when she sees what he has planned.

. . . .

"Hey!"

"Burn in My Light" played throughout the arena as Kerry and Randy Orton walked out to a sea of boos, the WWE Championship hanging securely over Randy's shoulder. Kerry eyed the destroyed titantron and promptly rolled her eyes, unamused by Freya and Triple H's act of violence.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first the challenger, accompanied to the ring by Kerry, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 245 pounds, he is the WWE Champion, The Legend Killer, Randy Orton!" Lilian announced.

Randy and Kerry walked down the ramp, ignoring the fans as they walked past.

"At the Royal Rumble Randy Orton will be defending the WWE Championship against Jeff Hardy. But tonight, Jeff Hardy will be defending the Intercontinental Championship against Randy Orton," JR said as the villainous duo entered the ringside area, with Orton allowing Kerry to walk up the stairs first.

"But two weeks ago ladies and gentleman, what Randy Orton and that woman there..." Kerry entered the ring with Orton following close behind her. "... Did to a recovering Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy's brother! It was sick! It was vile! It was damn sure reprehensible, in my estimation!"

"I agree, it was completely out of line," King added. Orton raised the WWE Championship into the air with one hand, while Kerry climbed onto the middle corner ropes, glaring at the audience with an air of disgust, gaining boos from the fans.

Kerry stepped off the ropes and looked up at the stage along with Orton, waiting for Jeff Hardy to make his appearance, calm, almost emotionless expressions on their faces.

"Loaded" played throughout the arena as Jeff Hardy walked out to a thunderous reception, the Intercontinental Championship tied safely around his waist, speed walking down the ramp whilst glaring at Kerry and Randy Orton, who was pacing the ring with a cold expression on his face.

"And his opponent, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing 225 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy!" Lilian announced.

Jeff slid into the ring and clipped the Intercontinental Championship from around his waist, violently tossing it to the side. He never took his eyes off Kerry and Randy Orton as the referee signalled for the bell to ring.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

As soon as the bell rang Jeff Hardy ran at Orton, fully intending on beating the crap out of him, only for Kerry to appear in front of him, much to his and the fans confusion.

"What is she doing?" JR questioned as Kerry continued to stand between Jeff and Randy.

"I have no idea," King replied honestly, also confused.

The fans booed mildly as Kerry smirked at Jeff, while the referee firmly told her to get out of the ring.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get outta my way Kerry!" Jeff snapped.

The next thing Jeff knew, he found himself falling to his knees, intense pain shooting through his body, coming from his lower region as Kerry removed her foot from his manhood.

"What the hell!" JR cried out, the Charismatic Enigma curling in on himself, groaning in intense pain.

"What in the world?!" King exclaimed as Kerry smirked down evilly at Hardy, her smirk widening as the referee ruled the match as a disqualification.

"That was blatant! Orton never wanted the Intercontinental Championship! They suckered Hardy into a trap!" JR snapped in anger as a smirk crossed Orton's face, gently placing an arm around Kerry's shoulder whilst watching Jeff squirm in pain, clearly pleased.

Kerry shoved Jeff onto his back with her boot, watching as he squirmed in agony with an evil grin on her face. The fans booed her in anger, while Randy Orton rolled out of the ring.

"Gimme that!" He snarled, snatching the microphone away from Lilian Garcia, before rolling back into the ring.

"I err... I don't know what to make of this!" King said as Kerry smiled down at Jeff's squirming form in glee, before looking up as Orton glared at the Alabama fans that were booing them both angrily.

"HOLD ON! This show is NOT over! Trust me when I say you do not want to miss this," he snarled, before dropping the microphone and throwing Jeff out of the ring.

Kerry and Randy followed Jeff out of the ring and began ripping up the mat at ringside, revealing the hard concrete floor, both ignoring the referee that was demanding them both to leave immediately.

"Oh no! These two... snakes are exposing the hard concrete floor! Stop this! Stop this damnit!" JR snapped.

"They've got evil intentions in mind!" King added as Orton grabbed Hardy by his long dark hair and lifted him up onto his feet with a predatory snarl on his face.

"YOU READY JEFF HARDY! ARE YOU READY FOR THIS!" Orton roared in the man's face, while a big, almost crazed grin appeared on Kerry's face.

"Do it! DO IT!" she yelled gleefully.

"My gosh..." King gasped.

"Come on! That's enough!" JR snapped.

Randy looked ready to RKO Jeff into the concrete, only for Jeff to push him away at the last moment, shoving Orton into the side of the ring, causing the fans to scream out in relief.

"He escaped!" King exclaimed as Jeff Hardy attacked Randy, pouncing on him with vicious punches to the face, while Kerry watched on with an enraged scowl. "Thank god!"

"Orton thinking RKO, Hardy thinking retribution!" JR said, as Jeff and Randy attacked each other with hard heavy hits as they battled up the ramp, Kerry slowly following them from behind. "Hardy swore he'd make Orton pay! Swore that he would make Kerry pay before the Rumble!"

"Orton had evil desires on RKOing Jeff Hardy onto the concrete floor, but somehow, Hardy is managing to fight back!" King noted as challenger and champion continued to fight up the ramp.

Jeff rocked Orton with punches to the face, until Orton retaliated with a vicious knee to the gut, making Hardy collapse onto the floor. Orton forced Jeff to stand up and threw him into the steel part of the minitron, making Jeff fall down to the ground in a daze. "Oh!"

"Hardy's head bounced off that steel," JR said. "And now Orton, in full control of Hardy's destiny!"

Kerry smirked as Orton punched away at Hardy, each punch making her smirk widen, until she looked borderline maniacal.

"Kick his head off. KICK HIS HEAD OFF!" Kerry yelled sadistically at Randy, making him back up and causing the fans boos to gain volume.

"Oh no!" King cried out, eyes wide as Randy stared at Hardy like a vulture stalking its prey.

"That woman is evil! Pure evil!" JR spat in disgust.

Orton ran at Jeff, intending to punt him in the head, only for Jeff to rise and throw Orton over his shoulder, off the stage and into a giant pit!

"AH!" King screamed out as Jeff collapsed onto the floor.

"OH NO!" JR exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh!" King cried out as the fans screamed out in relief that Orton didn't actually kick Jeff Hardy's head off.

"Jeff Hardy just back body-dropped Orton off the stage!" JR exclaimed as Jeff Hardy gingerly made it to his feet and walked over to the edge of the stage, staring down at Orton, who had not moved. "Orton... Orton has not moved..."

Kerry's mouth was hung open in shock and fear as the EMT's came and tried to get Randy out of the pit.

Jeff smirked and yelled out as he did his trademark taunt, a blazing look in his eye.

"Oh my goodness... what is... Jeff Hardy with that kamikaze like yell..." JR noted.

"Don't even think about it! Enough is enough!" King retorted with a glare.

Kerry narrowed her eyes at Jeff and stamped towards him. I don't think so buddy!

The blonde haired woman angrily turned him around and went for an RKO! "Whoa!"

"My god!" JR exclaimed.

Luckily Jeff managed to push her off and kicked her in the gut, before wrapping an arm around Kerry's neck, much to everyone's shock and the commentators horror! "M-My god! Jeff's gonna...!"

"No! Don't do that! Don't do that!" King yelled out.

Hardy yelled, signaling for the Twist of Fate, the fans exploding in cheers. Kerry screamed at Jeff, telling him not to hit her with the Twist of Fate and trying desperately to pull herself out of it.

"NO! JEFF NO!" JR shouted.

"DON'T DO IT!" King yelled.

Ignoring Kerry's begs and pleads, Jeff hit the Twist of Fate on Kerry into the cold metal floor, causing the crowd to roar in excitement. "NOOO!"

"TWIST OF FATE TO KERRY!" JR exclaimed as Kerry's head bounced off the hard steel flooring.

"Damn it Jeff! Damn you! Damn you!" King yelled in outrage.

"Jeff Hardy said he was gonna get Kerry back for what she did to his brother!" JR cried out as Jeff stood up, favouring his back and glaring down at Kerry's unmoving form, before glaring back at Randy's still form that was still in the pit. " Hardy still has that look in his eye!"

"Don't even think about it!" King growled.

Jeff then backed away from the edge of the stage, choosing to walk down the stairs next to the giant pit Randy fell into.

"Hardy thought better of it," JR noted.

"I thought he was gonna jump off the stage and right onto Orton," King added.

Jeff walked round the light fixtures, watching the EMT's tend to Randy. Jeff pulled off his leather long-sleeved shirt and threw it into the crowd, getting a lot of fangirl screams in the process.

"The WWE Champion is obviously injured," JR said as the EMT's continued to tend to Randy Orton.

"We need more help out here! Someone's gotta check on Kerry!" King said worriedly, noticing that the blonde-haired woman had not moved an inch since being hit with a Twist of Fate onto the steel floor of the stage.

Jeff looked up at the tall light fixtures, before climbing up them, much to everyone's shock.

"Wait a second..." JR mumbled, watching in bewilderment as Jeff climbed up the light fixtures.

"What the hell is he doing?!" King exclaimed.

"Jeff... he's... he's climbing the light fixtures!" JR replied out of shock.

The EMT's pleaded with Jeff to get down but he ignored them, standing on the first light scaffold and looking down at the still form of Randy, the EMT's having left him after seeing Jeff climb the light fixtures.

Jeff yelled, causing the fans to cheer ecstatically in response.

"Get down from there damnit!" King exclaimed out of fear for both men.

Jeff continued to glare down at Randy, then looked up at the second scaffold. He started climbing even higher, much to the shock and fear of the EMT's, the commentators and the fans.

"He's going higher!" JR exclaimed.

"Has he lost his damn mind?!" King cried out as Jeff stood on the second light scaffold, looking down at Randy and the EMT's.

"Jeff Hardy is 30 ft off the ground!" JR exclaimed.

"Don't do this Jeff! Think about this!" King pleaded.

It was at this moment that Kerry woke up, two EMTs helping her up, only for her to see Jeff standing on the light fixtures 30 feet in the air!

"WHAT THE DAMN HELL!" she shrieked, some fans nearby jumping in surprise at her reaction.

Jeff yelled out again and then leaped off the scaffold, hitting a massive Swanton Bomb on Randy Orton, the giant pit shaking slightly from the impact as the audience erupted.

"OHHH!"

"Oh my god..." JR gasped in horror at what he just witnessed.

Kerry stood frozen, her hands practically shaking as she stared down at Jeff and Randy's still bodies, the EMT's rushing to get them into stretchers, the fans chanting 'Hardy! Hardy! Hardy!' loudly.

"Kerry... you need to calm down," one of the medical personnel said to her. She must have been hyperventilating.

Kerry calmed down as the EMT's eventually pulled the two men out of the pit and loaded them onto the stretchers. Kerry followed Randy's stretcher to the back, half tempted to pummel Jeff for being so darn reckless.

She was vaguely aware of the fans cheering loudly at the sight of Jeff slowly raising his hands to let everyone know he was still alive as Raw went off the air.

. . . .

Jeff groaned, opening his eyes to find grey-hazel eyes glaring down at him.

"Hey Charlotte. I didn't know you were still here," he groaned groggily, sitting up much to Bob, the head of medical personnel's annoyance.

Charlotte ignored him, crossing her arms and tapping her biceps with her fingers in annoyance. He saw Paul and Randy smirking at him from behind Charlotte, a bright red hand print on Orton's left cheek. Did Charlotte do that to him?

Jeff turned his attention back to the black-haired woman.

"Mind telling me why you thought it'd be awesome to give Kerry a panic attack and leap from 30 feet in the air?" Charlotte asked sternly, a faint look of anger on her face. She was more angry that Jeff didn't tell Kerry what he had planned, rather than the North Carolina boy being his stupid risky self.

Jeff's eyes widened worriedly. "Kerry had a panic attack! Is she ok?!"

"She's fine Jeff. Why didn't you tell her you were gonna do something that dangerous?" Charlotte questioned firmly.

"If I had told her, I wouldn't have made it to the ring," Jeff replied with a chuckle. Randy and Paul chuckled with him, only to be silenced by a glare from Charlotte.

Charlotte looked back at Jeff, then looked past him. "You can punch him now."

Jeff looked confused, only for his jaw to explode with pain from a fist to the face, almost knocking him off the bed.

Jeff turned around in shock, staring at Kerry's enraged expression as he favoured his stinging jaw.

"WHAT THE FUCK JEFF?!" she roared.

"Uhh..." was all Jeff got out of his mouth, before Kerry grabbed him by the shoulders.

"What the fuck are you playing at? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!" she yelled in his face.

"Do you really want him to answer that?" Paul asked, amused.

"NO ONE WAS ASKING YOU!" Kerry growled, snapping her head towards him, before glaring back at Jeff.

"If it makes you happy. I'll make it up to you... somehow," Jeff said nervously.

Kerry snarled at him, before pushing the man away and turning away from him, sighing. "Just... promise me you'll tell me before doing something stupid like that."

"I promise," Jeff said. The woman grunted in response, before storming out of the training room.

"Alright you two. I have to take care of these two knuckleheads!" Bob said, ushering Charlotte and Paul out of the training room.

. . . .

Later...

Charlotte and Jessie sat on the bed in their hotel room, watching WrestleMania 3. A DVD Jessie always had with her for the soul reason that she is a huge Steamboat fan.

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Charlotte asked.

Jessie paused the DVD for a moment, a serious expression on her face.

"You know who Sheree's mother is right?" Jessie asked.

"Jane Huxley right? What about her?" Charlotte questioned, popping a Malteser into her mouth.

"She's coming to the Royal Rumble."

Charlotte paused and stared at her best friend in surprise. "Seriously?!"

She smirked when Jessie nodded. "Awesome! I can't believe I get to meet the infamous Jane "Hellcat" Huxley!"

"Listen. Don't tell Paul about this," Jessie warned, making Charlotte scoff.

"There is no way in hell I'm telling him! He won't let her in the damn building if he found out!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"There's a reason for that. Roxy is worried about how Stephanie will react when she finds out. They've never met, but I imagine they wouldn't be too fond of each other if they did. We all know what Stephanie's like," Jessie said.

Charlotte frowned and glared down at the ground. A growl escaped past her lips. "Yeah... I've been here long enough to know exactly what she's like."

Jessie sighed. "Come on! You've really gotta let that go! It's been like eight years!"

Charlotte stood up, suddenly not feeling like talking.

"Stephanie ruined my best friend's wrestling career because she couldn't keep her hands to herself. If you think I'm gonna let her forget about what she did, you are sadly mistaken," Charlotte retorted icily, before turning away from Jessie.

Jessie leveled Charlotte with a stern glare. "That wasn't the only reason why and you know it."

Charlotte sighed, heading towards the bedroom they both shared. "I'm not talking about this anymore. I'm going to bed."

"She's my best friend too ya know!" Jessie called out as the bedroom door slammed shut.

She sighed, before continuing to watch WrestleMania 3.

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WWE OC Profile:

Real Name: Sheree-Louise Huxley

Ring Name: Sheree Louise

Height: 5'5

Status: WWE Diva, 2nd Generation Diva

Nickname(s): The Headstrong Diva

Mentor: ? (It's a surprise! ;)

Hometown: Manchester, England

Billed from: Boston, Massachusetts

Born: August 20, 1985

Wrestling Debut: 2000 (15)

Official first match debut: 2002 (17)

WWE Debut: June 12, 2006 (20)

Age: 22

Signature:
Overkill (Moon-stomp)

Finisher:
Snapshot (Sit-out Impaler DDT)

Championships/Accomplishments:

Themes:
"Headstrong" by Trapt (2006 - Present)