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

7. HD Madness

Chapter 7: HD Madness

Monday Night Raw: Hampton, Virginia - Hampton Coliseum, January 21, 2008

Sheree sat cross legged in the middle of the ring on her own, looking up at the brand new HD set with an impressed smirk. It was a few hours until the show started, and all the girls had told her how awesome it looked after she arrived, so she decided to check it out for herself.

The brunette was currently wearing a Boston Red Sox Jersey, tight black knee-length pants and a pair of black Nike sneakers. She had to admit, the new HD set did look pretty cool. It was certainly flashy and brighter than the previous set. She was curious to know how she would look in high definition.

Just then, her mobile phone that was resting on her crossed legs went off. She looked at it curiously, smiling when it said the name 'Felix' on the screen.

"Hey Felix! What's up?" she asked. The brunette-haired woman paused for a moment, listening to what the person had to say.

Her eyes went wide as a huge excited smile appeared on her face, rapidly rising to her feet.

"Are you serious?! That's great!" she exclaimed excitedly as she left the ring and walked up the ramp, listening to the persons next words.

"Okay. I won't tell anyone. See you Sunday!" she replied, before hanging up the phone, a huge smile on her face.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

. . . .

Later...

Sheree stood with Mickie and Kerry backstage as they watched Shawn Michaels take on Mr. Kennedy with Jessie Lauren at ringside. Sheree and Mickie were already in their ring attires, ready for their match tonight.

Kerry was decked out in a black sleeveless shirt with dark skinny jeans tucked into black sequin knee-high ugg boots.

"Sweet Chin Music!" JR cried out as Michaels caught Mr. Kennedy in the face with his signature superkick, receiving a huge reaction from the fans and causing Jessie to jump up and down in excitement.

"OHH man!" King exclaimed as Kennedy fell back, completely knocked out, allowing Shawn Michaels to fall into the pin.

1...

2...

3!

Shawn stood as his theme song played throughout the arena, a smile on his face as he received a hug from Jessie, both finally glad that he had managed to beat the loudmouth blonde.

Sheree smiled as Shawn and Jessie performed their trademark pose, receiving a large reaction from the crowd.

"Man. Jessie and Shawn are so good!" Sheree exclaimed with an ecstatic smirk.

"And consistent! They always seem to pull off a five star match. Sometimes it's annoying how good they are," Kerry replied in amusement.

"You're awesome in your own right Kerry. A lot of fans love that psycho chick persona you've got going on. Even if you're a heel at the moment," Mickie commented, causing Kerry to smirk.

"Yeah... and at least I don't go around kissing the other female competitors and then sexually harassing them," Kerry replied, making Sheree laugh while Mickie huffed.

"I'll have you know I take great pride in that storyline. Both me and Trish really enjoyed that," Mickie retorted, making Kerry's smirk widen.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure she loved it when you grabbed her pussy, and then suggestively licked your fingers on the Grandest Stage of Them All!" Kerry quipped back, causing Mickie to grumble obscenities, while Sheree laughed so hard her guts were starting to hurt.

"You're the devil!" Mickie spat out.

"I aim to please," Kerry replied with a big evil smirk.

"D-Didn't you get yelled at by the boss for that?" Sheree asked Mickie after she finally calmed down.

"Yeah..."

Kerry scoffed. "He apologized after though. Stephanie and the girls cornered him and called him out on it. He had no right yelling at you for that after shoving people's faces into his wrinkly disgusting ass for the last decade! Fuckin' moron!"

"Are you sure calling your boss a 'fuckin' moron' is wise?" Sheree questioned nervously.

Kerry shrugged nonchalantly. "I've said worse to his face."

"Hey! Kerry! We're on next! So move your ass!"

Kerry rolled her eyes when she heard Randy calling her name.

"Gotta go. See you guys later," Kerry said before walking off. Sheree and Mickie waved her off before turning towards each other.

"We should get ready for that tag match later tonight," Mickie commented with a small excited grin.

Sheree nodded, smiling back at her. "Let's go find Beth and Lisa."

. . . .

Later...

"You want us to do WHAT?!" Kerry's rage filled roar echoed half-way across the arena. She stood, snarling at the stone-faced expression of Mr. McMahon, who was sat in a comfy black couch. Orton's jaw tightened in annoyance, sat in another black couch, frowning as he glared at the old man. The fans booed heavily at the duo's appearance.

They were inside Randy's luxurious locker room for the night, when Vince McMahon had come to them with an ultimatum that they didn't take too kindly to.

Vince sighed. "Kerry-"

"Don't Kerry me!" she snapped. "That suicidal assh-"

"Watch your language young lady," the old man bit out sternly, the fans releasing an 'Oh!' at Kerry nearly cursing on live tv.

Kerry scowled thickly, her fists tightening as she attempted to keep her anger in check. "You want us, to go out there tonight, and shake that crazy maniac's hand?!"

"Look... I know you're both hurting all over. I get that," Vince replied, before nodding his head. "But yes. That's what I want you to do."

Kerry growled lowly through her teeth, pacing the room with a dark look on her face. Orton clenched and unclenched his fists, shaking his head as he glowered at the old man, an extremely agitated expression on his face.

"Vince maybe you didn't see the footage last week, but I took a vicious fall off the stage," he growled lowly. "Kerry nearly suffered a concussion after taking a Twist of Fate."

"On the stage might I add," Kerry retorted in a low growl.

"All of this, right before Jeff Hardy made a conscious decision to climb 30-feet in the air and Swanton my unconscious body," Randy snapped calmly. Kerry bite back a snarl at the fans cheering, continuing to pace the room in silent rage. "I should be in a wheelchair... Kerry should be at home resting right now!"

Kerry nodded angrily in agreement to that, her chest heaving in anger as she snapped her head around to glare at the old man. Randy turned away from Mr. McMahon in disgust, seemingly done with the conversation.

"Nah! There is no way any of us is shaking his hand!" Kerry snapped, shaking her head defiantly. "I'd rather beat his face in! No way! You can forget about it!"

Vince sighed at Kerry and Randy's refusal to cooperate. He should have known they'd have a problem with this.

"Do you know how many times I've had to shake someone's hand that I didn't like? That I despised," Vince questioned. "It's why I carry hand sanitizer with me all the time now. I can't stand it."

"But a wise man once said that 'perception is reality." Kerry rolled her eyes at the old man's "wise" words. "So if you two go out there and you shake Jeff's hand tonight, you would be perceived as individuals who have softened a lil bit. Individuals who are not bad people."

Mr. McMahon pointedly ignored the look of disgust that Kerry sent him. "Individuals who, well let me see, maybe a little less competitive than thought. Maybe even thought of as a gentlemen..."

Vince then looked Kerry in the eye and smiled. "Or even thought of as a woman with class."

Kerry released a scoff, turning away from the man and crossing her arms, her brow starting to twitch.

"The reality?" the old man smiled wickedly. "The reality is that you two are both hardened, incorrigible, fiercely competitive scoundrels. That's the reality."

"I don't care if you don't mean it when you shake Jeff Hardy's hand. Hell, I don't mean it when I shake someone's hand," Mr. McMahon told the duo as Orton glared at him with a sneer. Kerry's lip remained curled in disgust as she listened to his speech. "But I'd do it nonetheless. Because you have to think of it as a competitive advantage. And in your case, Jeff Hardy said he was gonna take the pair of you out last week and he almost did."

Vince's smile widened. "But he didn't."

"So therefore, if you two go to the ring tonight, you're standing across from Jeff, and you shake his hand, and you look him in the eyes, Jeff has to be thinking to himself "What do I have to do to beat this man? What do I have to do to break this woman?"

Kerry scowled thickly, but bit back a retort. "And then, when Jeff looks into your eyes, he'll have the answer. He can't."

Vince frowned as Randy glared at him, while Kerry refused to look his way.

"Go shake the man's hand."

And with that, Mr. McMahon left the room, leaving the mischievous pair alone, shutting the door behind him.

Kerry growled and kicked the door in outrage, while Randy held his head in his hands, sighing in frustration.

. . . .

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Please welcome my guest at this time, Beth Phoenix," Todd Grisham announced, the crowd booing heavily when Beth came into view, a smirk present on her face.

"Beth, last week you attacked your Royal Rumble opponent, Sheree Louise after her match against Mickie James. May I ask why?" Grisham asked.

"Isn't it obvious Todd? The WWE Women's Championship means everything to me. You think I'm gonna let some snot nosed, talentless brat take that away from me just because she had a few nights of fame? No way. She is going to learn real soon that when it comes to me and that Women's Title, I will do anything to get it back," she answered evenly.

"Do you see Sheree Louise as competition?" Todd asked curiously, making Beth chuckle and shake her head.

"Sheree as competition?! Are you kidding me right now Todd?!" she asked in a very condescending tone. Todd went to reply, but the Glamazon immediately cut him off.

"Let me tell you something Todd. Sheree Louise doesn't even come close to it. And she never will!" Beth growled, a frown now masking her facial features. "Sheree is a little fawn living in a den full of lions and at the Royal Rumble I'm going to tear her apart."

With one last cold glare, Beth Phoenix walked away, the crowd booing heavily at her words.

"Well JR, there's your answer. Beth Phoenix does NOT see Sheree as competition," King stated.

"The Glamazon is very confident. I wonder what Sheree thinks about all of this? Don't go anywhere folks, cuz Beth Phoenix will be teaming up with Victoria to take on hometown girl Mickie James and Sheree Louise! And that match is next!" JR announced.

. . . .

"Obsession" played throughout the arena as Mickie James skipped out to a thunderous reception. Victoria and Beth Phoenix were already in the ring.

"And their opponents, first, from Richmond, Virginia, Mickie James!" Lilian Garcia announced, causing the Hampton crowd to cheer even louder.

"I have never heard a bigger reaction for a Diva like this before!" King yelled out over the extremely loud crowd as Mickie energetically skipped down the ramp with an excited smile on her face, smiling brightly and waving to the fans as she skipped past. She hugged her close friends and family before sliding into the ring on her knees.

"Mickie James, Virginia's own 3-Time WWE Women's Champion," JR stated as Mickie leaped up onto her feet and stepped onto the middle ropes of the nearest corner, holding her index and middle fingers up, getting a huge pop in response as she pointed out to the crowd with a huge smile. "A woman with a lot of history with the two women in the ring right now, Victoria and the Glamazon Beth Phoenix."

Mickie jumped off the ropes as the opening riffs of "Headstrong" played throughout the arena, causing the crowd to cheer loudly. The Virginia brunette walked to her corner, eyeing her opponents with caution.

Sheree walked out from behind the minitron with a very obvious annoyed frown on her face as she came to a stop at the top of the rampway, glaring down at the ring, glowering at Beth Phoenix who sent her a smug smirk in return.

"And her partner, from Boston, Massachusetts, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced as Sheree continued to glare at Beth Phoenix from the stage.

"Beth Phoenix referred to Sheree as a snot nosed, talentless brat. I don't know about you king, but I can't help but feel like that comment is gonna come back to bite her in the behind!" JR commented as Sheree walked down the ramp with a purpose, never taking her eyes off the Glamazon.

"She also said that Sheree doesn't even come close to competition! She said that Sheree is a little fawn living in a den full of lions and that she was going to tear Sheree apart at the Royal Rumble!" King added.

"And judging by the look on Sheree's face, the comments made by the Glamazon do not sit well with her," JR noted as Sheree walked up the steel steps and slowly walked across the ring apron, glaring at Beth Phoenix, who snickered along with Victoria, both amused by the look on Sheree's face.

"Definitely not. Which is a shame. You know something's wrong in the world when Sheree's not smiling!" King replied, making JR roll his eyes. Sheree entered the ring, throwing Victoria a dirty look when she smirked at her, and walked right past Beth Phoenix without saying a word or looking in her direction, wiping the smug look off the Glamazon's face and making Mickie smirk in amusement.

"... Did Sheree just snub the Glamazon?" King asked JR nervously as Sheree stepped up onto the middle ropes of the corner opposite the timekeepers area, holding her arms out wide, getting a loud reaction from the WWE fans.

"I think she did King!" JR replied as Sheree jumped off the turnbuckle. Sheree walked right by Beth again, bumping her shoulder on her way past, making the fans let loose a loud 'Oooh!' of excitement while Victoria's mouth hung open, shocked by Sheree's audacity. Mickie was amused throughout the whole ordeal, not saying a word, just smiling as Sheree walked to their corner.

"Uh-oh... I don't think Sheree has much respect for the Glamazon," JR noted as Sheree jumped up onto the opposite corner ropes, giving the Virginia fans a little lopsided smirk before jumping off the ropes.

"After that attack last week and the things that Beth Phoenix said earlier, you can't really blame her," King replied as Sheree turned around to find Beth Phoenix glaring at her in annoyance, clearly not pleased with the disrespect shown by the brunette. There was a lot of things Beth Phoenix could tolerate. Disrespect from a nobody like Sheree Louise was not one of them. "Look at the looks Sheree and Beth are giving each other!"

"Looks of absolute disdain," JR added as the riffs of Trapt faded into silence.

"Oh boy, I have a feeling this is going to get ugly very quickly!" King said, an edge of excitement in his voice.

Victoria placed a hand on Beth's shoulder, also glaring at Sheree.

"Don't let her get to you. She's nothing," she told Beth, cooling the woman's anger for the moment.

"I wanna start first."

Victoria grinned at Beth's cold response and obliged, stepping out of the ring.

The Glamazon's cold steel blue eyes pinned Sheree to the spot in a wordless challenge, and the Bostonian had to fight back her temper.

"Mickie..."

"I know," the Virginia brunette responded with a smirk, exiting the ring and stepping onto the apron. Her smile widened as the fans cheered with anticipation at the stare off between Sheree and the Glamazon.

"Oh boy. This is about to get interesting," JR observed. "It looks like Sheree and the Glamazon are gonna kick things off first."

"Things are definitely about to get ugly!" King exclaimed, noticing how the dirty, irritated looks that the two women were sending one another, got more intense as they slowly stepped up to each other, barely aware of the referee signalling for the bell to ring.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

A small tight smirk appeared on Sheree's face as Beth glared down at her. Sheree smirked at the crowd for a moment, before looking back at Beth with a small look of disgust as the blonde amazon leveled her with an angry scowl. "Man... have you seen the look on Sheree's face?!"

"These two obviously don't like each other. Beth Phoenix made this personal when she attacked Sheree last week, unprovoked might I add," JR said as the two women stared each other down with looks of disdain.

"You don't see me as competition?" Sheree questioned, blue eyes narrowed in anger at what Beth Phoenix said. She saw the Glamazon's interview earlier. She didn't really care about most of the comments Beth made, but the fact that Beth doesn't see her as competition made her blood boil. "That was a big mistake. A very, very big mistake!"

A small smug grin appeared on the Glamazon's face in response. "Oh really? Like I said earlier, you're just a little fawn in a den full of lions. I'm going to rip you apart at the Royal Rumble kid."

Sheree chuckled. "A lil fawn? Really? Is that the best you could come up with?"

Beth frowned at that.

"Honey. I already have three big wins under my belt. I think that's a pretty big deal for a "little fawn" like me!" the Boston native replied with a smirk, using air quotations on the words; Little Fawn.

"That Fatal-4-Way was a fluke. That No Disqualification Match against Victoria was a fluke. And Mickie? Mickie is a pushover. So you have nothing to be proud of," Beth retorted, ignoring the glare she received from Mickie.

"Oh yeah? You know what I think your real problem is? You see me as a threat. Just like Victoria does," Sheree stated, a smug grin on her face, ignoring the fact that Victoria was now giving her one heck of a death stare.

The cameras had managed to catch that little comment, causing a small portion of fans to 'Oooh!' in response.

"Did you hear that?" JR asked his broadcast partner.

"Uhh... Sheree! I think you're barking up the wrong tree here!" King warned.

A booming laugh escaped Beth's mouth at that, amusement twinkling in her blue eyes. "A threat?! Are you kidding me?! What gave you that idea?!"

Sheree stepped a little closer to Beth, a smirk on her face as the referee looked between them nervously.

"Because deep down, you're afraid of me..." Sheree stated in a calm voice, making Beth narrow her eyes at the woman.

"Don't try to deny it. You are scared of me. Victoria is scared of me!" Sheree snarled, smirking at the look of rage that appeared on Victoria's face before turning back to Beth Phoenix.

"I'm going to let you in on a lil secret," Sheree murmured lowly, leaning forward a little bit, her smirk widening slightly as Beth eyed the woman in suspicion and for reasons unknown to her, nervousness.

"I am not what you think I am. Trust me when I say, that I can be a very, very bad person and if you continue to piss me off, I will make an example out of you!" Sheree whispered harshly, a dark scowl replacing her smirk.

Beth also lost her smile at that point, a thick scowl appearing on her face. "Was that a threat? Did you just threaten me?!"

"I'm not sure what's being said, but I don't think I wanna know," King said, paling slightly as Sheree and Beth glared at each other with looks of anger and hatred.

"The Glamazon looks like she's about to blow a gasket! I can see her veins pulsing in anger!" JR exclaimed as Beth glared at Sheree in unbridled fury.

"What in the world did Sheree say to her?!" King cried out.

Sheree and Beth stepped up to one another, to the point their foreheads were almost touching, rage evident on their faces, half aware of the fans cheering in anticipation for a fight between the two. "These two women are about to kill one another JR!"

"The tension is rising! We're about to have a fight on our hands!" JR cried out as Sheree scowled in Beth Phoenix's face.

"You're gonna rip me apart?" the fiery brunette growled lowly, her blue eyes blazing in a dangerous rage.

"I'd like to friggin' see you try after I'm done kicking yer head in!"

SMACK!

Mickie looked on in shock as Sheree's head whipped to the side, a red handprint on her face from where Beth slapped her. She had heard the whole thing and was shocked at the way Sheree mouthed off at Beth Phoenix. No woman, not even her, has ever talked to Beth Phoenix like that. And from the way Victoria was eyeing Sheree, she could tell that she was a little surprised at Sheree's audacity as well.

"Oh no!" JR exclaimed.

"It looks like Sheree said something that the Glamazon didn't like!" King noted.

Sheree looked at the crowd with a scathing look on her face, the fans eating the drama up, the brunette haired woman trying to keep her already boiling anger in check. Sheree faced Beth again, only to receive another smack on the opposite cheek.

"Oh, and another one!" JR called out, the fans reacting with a verbal 'Ohhh!'

"Sheree provoked the wrong woman!" King added.

"Who the hell do you think you are! You have no idea what you're getting yourself into! Don't you ever disrespect me again!" Beth yelled, poking Sheree angrily in the chest.

"You wanna threaten me huh?! You wanna-" Beth was cut off by the angry brunette ferociously tackling the Glamazon to the ground. Having had enough of the slaps, the finger poking and the attitude, Sheree laid into Beth with hard vicious rights to the face, catching the Glamazon completely off guard.

"OH! And here we go!" JR exclaimed as Sheree punched away at the Glamazon, who was trying desperately to protect herself from Sheree's anger.

"Look at her go!" King cheered, the fans roaring with excitement.

"Sheree wants to beat the living hell out of Beth Phoenix!" JR cried.

Eventually Beth managed to throw Sheree off her and scrambled to her feet, only to receive a vicious superkick to the face, sending her tumbling out of the ring and onto the floor, the fans releasing a verbal 'Ohhh!' at the sight. "Oh what a superkick!"

"There was some malice intent in that superkick! She tried to kick Beth Phoenix's head off!" King cried out as Sheree glared down at Beth, who was leaning against the barricade, looking up at the woman in rage whilst favouring her mouth.

"Sheree is not in the mood for games. You can tell by the look on her face," JR noted, noticing the cold fury on Sheree's face as she glared down at the Glamazon.

Victoria jumped off the apron, demanding the referee to keep Sheree back while she checked on Beth.

"Keep her back!" Victoria snapped at the referee when Sheree tried to go after the Glamazon, the official forcing her away from the ropes, warning her to cool down.

"Are you ok?" Victoria asked Beth, who was on one knee, holding her jaw as she glared angrily at Sheree, who was pacing the ring with a frown directed at the Glamazon, waiting impatiently for her to get back in the ring.

Beth touched her lip and looked at her hand, relieved to see no blood, but she was still incredibly furious.

Victoria saw the angered look on her face, but before she could say anything, Beth rushed back into the ring and speared Sheree right out of it, causing them both to tumble through the ropes and onto the floor in front of the announce table, getting a shocked gasp from the crowd.

"Whoa! Whoa!" King exclaimed as the two women rolled across the floor, fists flying wildly as they attempted to destroy one another, the fans cheering in excitement.

"Oh god! This tag match has turned into a brawl between Sheree Louise and Beth Phoenix! They wanna tear each other apart!" JR cried out.

"Come on ladies! Lets be civil about this!" King pleaded as the two got increasingly more violent and vicious, kicking and punching at any part of their bodies.

The two women either didn't hear his pleads or simply didn't care. They both stood up at the same time and attacked each other with vicious fists that didn't completely hit their mark, while the referee was trying to get them back inside the ring. He didn't want to end this match as a no contest, but he will if they didn't calm down. "The official might wanna get involved. These two might kill each other if someone doesn't do something!"

"You wanna get involved in that?" JR questioned his broadcast partner.

"Good point," King replied with an amused chuckle.

Beth and Sheree continued to wail on each other, completely ignoring the referee, until Beth caught Sheree in the gut with a knee and then shoved her back first into the ring apron, making Sheree cry out in pain, the fans wincing at the sight. "Oh no!"

"Right into the apron!" JR exclaimed as Sheree favoured her back with a pained cry.

Victoria smirked at the sound of Sheree crying out in pain, while Mickie watched on with a worried expression on her face. The Glamazon grabbed Sheree by the face and trapped her against the side of the ring apron, scowling down at Sheree in rage as she tried to pry Beth's hands from her face.

"You wanna disrespect me?! Huh?! YOU WANNA THREATEN ME?!" Beth roared in Sheree's face, before hurling the woman clean over the announce table, much to the commentators and the fans surprise.

"Whoa! Look out!" King exclaimed, both he and JR hastily getting up from their seats and out of the way as Sheree tumbled over the announce table and crashed into the chairs, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight.

"The Glamazon is throwing Sheree around like a ragdoll!" JR cried out as Sheree slid off the chairs and onto the floor, wincing in pain. "Sheree almost landed right on our laps!"

"You okay down there Sheree?" King asked worriedly.

"Just peachy..." Sheree replied with a pained groan as she struggled to stand, unaware of the Glamazon storming around the announce table with a dark glare on her face.

"Move!" Beth snapped, glaring at King, who rapidly moved out of the way.

"I'm moving! I'm moving!"

Beth grabbed Sheree by her brunette locks and forced her to stand, pulling her out of the area behind the announce table and throwing her back in the ring.

"She's moody today ain't she," King commented as he and JR sat back down.

"She's always moody," JR retorted as Beth slid back into the ring, breaking the referee's count at 8 as Sheree slowly rose to her feet. Beth grabbed Sheree's hair again, ignoring the warning the referee gave her, and dragged the brunette into her corner of the ring. Beth stomped at Sheree rapidly before tagging in Victoria. "Tag made. In comes Victoria."

Beth grabbed Sheree from behind, restraining her arms as Victoria stepped into the ring, smirking at the helpless situation Sheree was in. She's been wanting to get her hands on the brunette ever since she beat her in that No Disqualification Match two weeks ago.

"Oh boy, I know Victoria has been waiting to get her hands on Sheree," King commented.

Victoria slapped Sheree hard across the face, smirking at the red hand print on Sheree's face that had turned a deeper shade of red. "Ooh! Ouch!"

"Victoria and Beth Phoenix, just disrespecting Sheree now," JR noted, the fans starting to jeer at the sight.

Damn... what's with all the bitch slaps today, Sheree thought as she sent Victoria a smirk.

"Is that all you've got?! I didn't even feel it!" the brunette taunted, making Victoria's eyes darken in anger, a snarl forming on her face. Beth's large biceps also began to tighten around her arms.

"Is she trying to provoke them?!" King cried out.

"It looks like it. I see no fear in the eyes of Sheree," JR commented as Victoria scowled at the defiant smirk on Sheree's face. In response, Victoria kneed Sheree hard in the gut, making her groan in pain as Beth released her, letting Sheree fall to her hands and knees, the fans verbally wincing at the sight. "Oh! And a vicious knee drops Sheree to the mat."

Sheree gasped for breath, her arms wrapping around her stomach. Okay... I felt that one...

Victoria wasn't done yet. She kicked Sheree hard in the ribs, the sound of her boot connecting with Sheree's body vibrating throughout the Hampton Coliseum, causing the fans to wince.

"Ouch! I heard that one!" King said with a wince, Sheree squirming on her side in agony.

"Victoria has Sheree exactly where she wants her," JR noted.

Victoria smirked down at Sheree as she groaned in pain, holding her ribs. Victoria suddenly sprinted at Mickie, knocking her off the apron, making her hit the ground hard. "OH and a cheap shot to Mickie James!"

"That was uncalled for!" King exclaimed as the Hampton crowd booed Victoria harshly. Mickie stood up as Victoria sent her a smug smirk. The Virginia brunette scowled in anger before rushing into the ring, fully prepared to slap the smirk off the two-toned haired woman's face, but the referee held her back.

"Mickie ain't about to let Victoria get away with that!" JR noted as Mickie pushed against the referee, glaring at Victoria in anger, who just winked tauntingly at her, making Mickie even more angry.

While the referee was preoccupied with getting Mickie back into her corner, Sheree tried to pull herself up using the ropes, unaware of Beth stalking her from behind on the apron.

"Uh-oh, Sheree! Look out! Behind you!" King cried out. Beth went to clothesline Sheree, but the Boston brunette saw the attack coming and ducked, causing Beth to miss wildly.

"That was lucky of Sheree! Beth was about to- Oh my goodness!" JR exclaimed as Sheree roughly grabbed the blonde haired woman by her hair, and dragged the Glamazon across the ring apron, bashing her head against the ring post, the impact receiving a loud 'Ohhh!' from the Hampton crowd.

"My gosh!" King exclaimed as Beth tumbled off the apron and hit the floor with a thud.

"Sheree just bashed the Glamazon's skull off the ring post!" JR cried out as Sheree glared down at Beth, who was laid out on the floor, her eyes glazed over, as if she was seeing stars. "What viciousness!"

That will keep her down for a while, Sheree thought. She turned around, only to get speared into the corner by Victoria, knocking the wind out of her. "Oh and Victoria out of nowhere, driving her shoulder into the abdomen of Sheree!"

Victoria kept up with her assault, ramming her shoulder repeatedly into Sheree's gut, ignoring the referee's warnings. When the official started counting Victoria backed off, allowing Sheree to slump down the turnbuckle, holding her stomach in pain.

After another warning from the referee, Victoria continued her assault on Sheree, roughly rubbing the sole of her boot against Sheree's face, causing the official to begin the 5 count again when she refused to move away, the fans jeering at the sight. "Victoria is absolutely punishing Sheree!"

"And she's loving every second of it," King replied.

Once the referee got to a count of four, Victoria backed away from Sheree, the Hampton crowd loudly chanting 'We Want Mickie! We Want Mickie! We Want Mickie!'

Sheree struggled to get her breath back as the chants got louder. She needed to get to Mickie as soon as possible. She knew that. But she also knew that she had to take Victoria out of the equation long enough to make the tag.

Victoria grabbed Sheree by the hair and roughly dragged her out of the corner, whipping the Bostonian towards the ropes. As Sheree rebound off the ropes, Victoria went for a clothesline, only for Sheree to duck.

"Oh!" JR exclaimed as Sheree turned and left her feet, catching Victoria in the jaw with a dropkick that got a round of cheers from the fans, flooring the two-tone haired woman. "What a dropkick!"

"Wow! She got some height on that!" King praised as both Sheree and Victoria laid on the canvas, panting in exhaustion. "This is your chance Sheree! Get to Mickie!"

"Sheree gained some breathing room!" JR added as the brunette began to stir. "Now all she needs to do is get to Mickie and make that tag!"

Sheree slowly crawled towards Mickie, who was practically jumping up and down on the apron, her hand reaching out for a tag as the Hampton crowd cheered in anticipation.

"Come on Sheree! You're almost there!" Mickie encouraged.

"Sheree is just fingertips away from making the tag!"

"Come on! Come on!" King chanted.

Sheree was just fingertips away from tagging in Mickie, when the Virginia brunette was suddenly pulled off the apron by an angry Beth Phoenix, Mickie's mouth hitting the hard part of the ring. "Aw no!"

"And Beth Phoenix intervenes!" JR cried out as the fans booed in anger at the Glamazon's interference.

"Aw man! Sheree was so close!" King complained.

Beth wasn't finished with Mickie. She grabbed Mickie by the head and slammed her into the steel steps, before throwing her rather harshly into the barricade, causing the fans to boo the Amazonian blonde even louder. "Oh, geez!"

"And now just tossing Mickie James into the barricade!" JR exclaimed, the fans continuing to boo harshly. "And these fans are livid!"

"She won't be getting up from that for a while," King added with a wince.

"This match has turned into a two-on-one handicap. And I'm starting to think this was their plan all along!" JR commented in annoyance as Sheree crawled towards the ropes, glaring at Beth Phoenix, not at all pleased or amused by the Glamazon's actions.

"Yeah, it's painfully obvious who Beth Phoenix and Victoria wants to hurt the most in this match," King retorted.

Sheree grabbed the ropes, using them to lift herself onto her feet, still glaring at Beth Phoenix, who sent her a smug smirk in return, slowly walking around the ring and back to her corner. Sheree turned away from the woman, her eyes widening at the sight of Victoria sprinting towards her. "Look out Sheree!"

Sheree rapidly moved out of the way, causing Victoria to go flying into the ring-post shoulder first, the fans releasing a verbal wince at the sight.

"Oh! Shoulder first into the ring-post goes Victoria!" JR exclaimed.

"That was a close one! Sheree dodged a bullet there!" King added.

Sheree pulled Victoria out of the corner and rolled her up in a schoolgirl pin attempt, Victoria's legs flailing in the air. "Hey look!"

1…

"Sheree going for the pin..." JR noted.

2...

Victoria just about managed to break out of the pin, rolling onto her front. "And Victoria kicks out at two!"

Victoria rose onto her knees, only to receive a huge superkick to the face, the Hampton crowd letting loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact as Victoria fell back onto the mat on her side, a dazed expression on her face. "OH! Superkick!"

"Right in the mouth!" King exclaimed.

"My god what a kick!" JR cried out as Sheree quickly went for the cover, hooking Victoria's far leg. "Sheree going for the cover again!"

1…

"Just trying to survive!"

2…

Sheree let out a small yell of pain when Beth re-entered the ring and stamped on her back. "No! Pin broken up by the Glamazon!"

"Phew! What a save! I don't know if Victoria would have kicked out of that," King wondered as the blond amazon taunted the crowd with a smirk, making them boo in response.

Sheree glared at the back of the Glamazon, rubbing her back gingerly.

Sheree rose to her feet, storming towards the woman. She grabbed a hold of Beth's legs and dumped her over the ropes, making the crowd cheer in approval as Beth tumbled over the ropes, hitting the apron hard, before landing face first onto the floor. "Whoa!"

"My god! Sheree just dumped the Glamazon over the ropes!" JR cried out in shock as Beth slowly lifted her body off the ground.

Beth Phoenix slowly lifted up her head as she stood back up, giving everyone a clear view of the pure rage that was evident on her face.

"Oh boy... I don't like the look on the Glamazon's face right now!" King said nervously as Beth slowly turned around and scowled at Sheree in rage.

"She is incensed!" JR added. Sheree glared back at the raging blonde-haired woman in defiance. "But Sheree seems unfazed, unintimidated! She-"

The fans screamed out at Sheree in warning, but she reacted a little too late, being forcefully turned around, finding herself on Victoria's shoulders. "Victoria from behind!"

"Uh-oh!" King cried out.

"Sheree's caught!" JR said as Victoria glared at the crowd before falling back, slamming Sheree back first into the mat with a Samoan Drop. "Oh, the Samoan Drop! My god what impact!"

"Good grief!" King added, the fans verbally wincing as Sheree groaned in pain. Victoria lazily hooked Sheree's far leg, a grin on her face as she laid back on Sheree's groaning form, confident that she had the match won.

"And now, Victoria going for the cover!" JR noted.

1...

"Could she get the pin, and spoil Sheree's MOMENTUM!"

2…

Victoria scowled in annoyance when Sheree kicked out at the last minute, receiving an 'Ohhh!' from the Hampton crowd at the near fall.

"No! Sheree manages to get the shoulders up!" JR exclaimed.

"I thought it was over right there! That was a close one," King added as Victoria turned, scowling down at Sheree, silently wondering what she had to do to put the young woman away.

"Hey!"

Victoria turned to see Beth stood on the apron with her hand outstretched, a livid expression on her face. "Tag me in!"

"U-Uh-oh..."

Victoria smirked and tagged the angry woman in. "Oh no..."

"The Glamazon, being tagged back in," JR observed. As soon as Beth entered the ring she immediately grabbed Sheree, forcing her to her feet, glaring at her in rage. "And Sheree better be on high alert, cuz the Glamazon looks damn-near livid!"

"I think the Glamazon is about to cause some major damage," King murmured, nervously eyeing the livid expression on Beth Phoenix's face.

Beth backed Sheree into the nearest corner, and then began punching Sheree repeatedly in the face in a rage, the referee trying desperately to get her away from Sheree as the fans booed in anger at the aggression Beth Phoenix was showing. "Good grief!"

"The Glamazon has absolutely lost it!" JR snapped as Beth continued to viciously punch away at Sheree in the corner, the fans boos intensifying at the sight.

"Come on! Enough is enough!" King retorted, not liking Beth's actions one bit.

"That's enough!" the referee snapped, successfully pulling Beth Phoenix away from Sheree, who was barely able to keep herself from collapsing onto the mat.

"The official finally managing to get the Glamazon away from Sheree!" JR noted as the referee gave Beth Phoenix a stern warning, who responded by rolling her eyes.

"Yeah... but I don't think she's done yet," King retorted as Beth advanced towards Sheree, grabbing her cheeks roughly and forcing the brunette to look up at her.

"You think you can beat me huh?! You think you have a chance at the Royal Rumble HUH?!" Beth roared in Sheree's face before punching her hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of Sheree. "Oh man..."

"What a relentless assault by the Glamazon," JR said as Beth backed away from Sheree, the brunette dropping to her knees, trying to get some air back into her lungs. "Sheree is in tremendous amounts of pain right now."

"Are you okay to compete Sheree?" the official questioned.

Sheree breathed heavily before answering. "I'm fine."

At that answer Beth immediately stalked towards Sheree, intent on causing her Royal Rumble opponent more pain, but Sheree was one step ahead of her, tackling Beth to the mat and raining down fists like no tomorrow, getting a positive response from the fans.

"Whoa! Look at this!" King exclaimed in surprise as Sheree viciously and furiously punched away at the Glamazon.

"Sheree's going on a punching spree!" JR cried out. "Just trying to survive this 2-on-1 assault!"

"Look at those fists fly!" King added.

Beth eventually managed to throw Sheree off her, both women quickly rising to their feet and giving everyone a view of Beth Phoenix's busted lip, causing them to stare in slight shock. "S-Sheree busted her lip! Sheree made the Glamazon bleed! She ain't gonna be pleased about that!"

"The violence these two are unleashing on one another!" JR exclaimed. "That's how much these two women hate each other!"

Sheree rushed at the Glamazon, only to find herself caught in the woman's powerful arms and lifted off the ground.

"Oh lord!" The Glamazon flattened the Bostonian brunette with a large sitout Spinebuster, Sheree's back slamming against the canvas hard. "Spinebuster!"

"With authority!" King added.

Beth rose to her feet, standing over Sheree. She touched her lips with her fingers, eyes widening in surprise when she saw the blood on her digits. "Oh no!"

"Sheree might want to get outta there!" JR noted as the Glamazon's light blue eyes darkened in anger, glaring down at Sheree as she attempted to get back up onto her feet.

Beth pounced on Sheree, kneeing her hard in the side of her ribs as she rose to her hands and knees, before ruthlessly assaulting Sheree with shots to the head. "The Glamazon... she's lost control!"

"It's like a switch went off in her head! As soon as she realized that her lip had been busted open she lost it!" King exclaimed as Beth stomped and kicked away at Sheree in anger, the fans booing at the woman's vicious display.

Beth got one last kick in before finally relenting, glaring down at Sheree in seething anger, ignoring the Hampton crowd that was booing her, displeased by her actions. "Man... remind me to never anger the Glamazon!"

Beth glared down at Sheree's supine form, before heading towards her corner and grabbing the turnbuckle padding, trying to pull it off.

"W-What's she doing?!" King exclaimed.

"S-She's pulling off the turnbuckle padding!" JR added.

The referee saw what Beth was doing and immediately pulled her away from the turnbuckle.

"What are you doing?!" the referee exclaimed.

"What does it look like?!" Beth snapped, trying to move past the official, but he refused to let her go past him.

"You are not allowed to pull off the turnbuckle pad Beth," the referee told her firmly.

"I don't care!"

"Thank god for the referee. Who knows what Beth would have done to Sheree if she had exposed that steel in the corner," King said with a sigh of relief.

"Yeah- Hey wait a minute!" JR exclaimed in anger as Victoria ripped the turnbuckle padding clean off while the referee was busy apprehending Beth Phoenix, leaving the steel exposed and throwing the padding elsewhere. "Victoria just ripped the turnbuckle pad off the corner! Damnit!"

"I don't like this JR!" King said nervously, the fans booing Victoria, making her smirk smugly at them.

The referee turned away from Beth and froze at seeing the steel exposed in the corner. He frowned at Victoria who had an almost innocent smile on her face. "The steel is exposed!"

"And there is not a damn thing the referee can do about it! Damnit Victoria!" JR cursed in frustration.

Beth forced Sheree onto her feet with a dark smirk on her face and lifted her up into a powerbomb.

"Oh no! I don't like where this is going JR!" King cried out in fear for Sheree.

"This is going too far!" JR exclaimed.

Beth ran at the exposed steel turnbuckle, fully prepared to launch Sheree into it, the fans eyes widening in horror, screaming at the sight. "The Glamazon is gonna-"

Sheree suddenly bent all the way back, using her leg strength and Beth's momentum to her advantage. Beth's face smacked against the steel, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'OHHH!' at the impact as she wobbled in a daze before falling flat on her back. "OHHH!"

"Oh my god!" King exclaimed in shock and relief for Sheree, Victoria's mouth dropping open.

"What a counter from Sheree!" JR cried out as both women laid in the ring, exhausted. "What luck! Countering that buckle bomb attempt into a hurricanrana into the steel turnbuckle!"

"Sheree saw her career flashing before her eyes JR! Beth Phoenix was looking to ruin her career right there!" King exclaimed as the Hampton crowd chanted 'Sheree! Sheree! Sheree!' trying to encourage Sheree to fight on.

It was at this moment that Mickie scrambled onto the apron, encouraging Sheree along with the fans to tag her in, prompting Sheree to slowly crawl towards her corner.

"Sheree, crawling and clawing towards Mickie!" JR noted, the fans screaming and cheering, imploring Sheree onward.

"She's got a long way to go though!" King added.

Victoria glared at Sheree, who was getting closer and closer to Mickie and then stared down at her knocked out partner. There was no way Beth was going to make it through this match after that hurricanrana counter.

Her mind made up, Victoria reached over and tapped Beth's abdomen, tagging herself in. "Ya see that?!"

"Oh no! Victoria has tagged herself in!" JR exclaimed as Victoria entered the ring and stalked towards Sheree, much to the chagrin of Mickie and the Hampton crowd.

Victoria grabbed ahold of Sheree's right leg, hoping to stop her in her tracks. Not deterred by Victoria, Sheree stood, balancing on her left leg and stretched her right arm out, trying to reach Mickie. The fans screamed out as Sheree was fingertips away from tagging the Virginia veteran in. "Sheree is mere fingertips away from tagging in Mickie James!"

"She's still too far away though!" King cried out.

Victoria tugged on Sheree's leg, pulling her away from Mickie, making the fans boo, but surprisingly Sheree still managed to balance on her other foot. Sheree turned to face Victoria, and before the two-tone haired woman knew what was happening, she found herself falling to one knee, cradling the back of her head. "Oh!"

"Enziguri!" JR exclaimed, the fans releasing an 'Ohhh!' at the sight of Sheree rocking Victoria upside the head with an enziguri kick.

"I don't think Victoria knows where she is right now! Not after a kick like that!" King added as Victoria tried to shake off the cobwebs.

While Victoria was busy trying to gain her bearings, Sheree made her move, leaping across the ring and tagging Mickie into the match, the crowd giving Mickie a huge pop. "She made it!"

"Here comes Mickie!" JR exclaimed as Mickie pulled herself up the turnbuckle, the fans cheering as she perched herself on the top ropes.

"WHOA!" King exclaimed as Mickie leaped off the ropes, flattening a stumbling Victoria with a seated senton.

"Mickie with the seated senton!" JR cried out. Mickie leaped up to her feet, the fans cheering excitedly as she raised her hand, a bright smile on her face. "Flooring Victoria!"

Mickie then grabbed a stumbling Victoria and whipped her into the ropes. Victoria rebounded off the ropes, and soon found herself being lifted into the air by her leg, crashing face first into the mat. "Flapjack!"

Mickie nipped up onto her feet, the fans cheering wildly.

"COME ON!" the Virginia brunette yelled, receiving a huge pop from the crowd.

"Mickie is on fire! And so is her home-state crowd of Virginia!"

"What did you say, JR?! I can't hear you! This crazy crowd is so loud!" King replied.

Mickie turned around and saw Victoria on her feet, running at her with a clothesline attempt. Mickie ducked before catching Victoria in the side of her jaw with the Mick Kick, getting a loud reaction from the fans and sending Victoria crashing to the mat. "Oh! There it is!"

"The Mick Kick! Mickie James hit it!" JR exclaimed.

Mickie hooked Victoria's leg, going for the cover. "Going for the pin!"

1...

"One! Two!"

2...

Out of nowhere, Beth managed to break the pin by clubbing Mickie on the back, making her grimace in pain. "And Beth Phoenix breaks up the pin!"

"How is she still moving after being launched into the exposed turnbuckle?!" King exclaimed in surprise as the fans reacted negatively to the pin break up.

Beth gingerly rose to her feet, only to get speared through the ropes and out of the ring by a recovering Sheree, both Divas tumbling out of the ring. "Whoa!"

"Good lord!" JR exclaimed as the two women laid on the thinly padded floor, both grimacing in pain.

"That tumble looked pretty nasty! I hope they're both okay!" King added.

Meanwhile in the ring, both Mickie and Victoria made it back to their feet. Victoria made the first move, kicking Mickie James in the gut and setting up for the Widow's Peak. "Uh-oh, it looks like Mickie James is in trouble!"

"Victoria is looking to end it right here!" JR added.

The fans booed as Victoria lifted Mickie onto her shoulder, but Mickie managed to wiggle her way out of Victoria's grasp, landing behind the stronger woman on her feet. "Counter! Mickie escaped the Widow's Peak!"

Mickie quickly turned Victoria around and kicked her in the gut, before signalling for the Mickie-DT, holding two fingers up whilst letting loose a loud battle cry, causing the fans to let loose a loud pop in response.

"Uh-oh! You know what's coming next JR!" King exclaimed.

"Mickie James, signalling for the Mickie-DT!" JR cried out.

Mickie successfully hit the Mickie-DT, driving Victoria's head into the canvas to a rousing response from the fans. "Oh! Mickie-DT connects!"

"Oh!" King exclaimed.

"And now going for the cover! Victoria is out of it!" JR said as Mickie James quickly went for the cover, hooking Victoria's legs.

1...

2...

"One! Two!"

3!

"Three! Mickie got the pin!"

The Hampton Coliseum exploded in cheers as Mickie's theme song blasted throughout the arena.

"Here's your winners, Mickie James and Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced.

"What a match!" King exclaimed. Mickie James stood up with a massive smile on her face as the Hampton crowd popped for her.

"What a huge momentum boost! Mickie James and Sheree Louise scores the W!" JR added.

Sheree rolled into the ring and hugged Mickie with a smile on her face, before raising the veteran's hand in victory, gaining a huge thunderous pop from the fans. "You have to wonder who will come out on top this Sunday at the Royal Rumble. Sheree? Or Beth Phoenix?"

"My money's on Sheree!" King said as Sheree and Mickie proceeded to climb up onto the turnbuckles, raising their arms and receiving another huge reaction from the fans.

"Well, anyone of these women could win at the Royal Rumble. I'm sure Sheree will give it her all, but Beth Phoenix is not gonna make it easy for her," JR replied as Sheree looked down into the ringside area, noticing Beth Phoenix and Victoria glaring up at her as they sat against the barricade.

"Damn right she ain't! But Sheree is no pushover! She's feisty as all hell and there is no way she's gonna let Beth Phoenix push her around at the Royal Rumble! This is gonna be great!" King added with an excited grin as Sheree smirked down at Victoria and the Glamazon, making their glares of anger intensify as they watched the Bostonian and Mickie continue to celebrate with the fans.

"For a time I believed Mickie James was the one woman capable of pushing the Glamazon to her limit. Sheree Louise looks to be the second Diva to do so," JR said.

"Beth Phoenix does not see Sheree Louise as competition. But I'll be willing to bet Sheree is dead set on testing that theory this Sunday at the Royal Rumble."

. . . .

Melina paced the corridor with an irate expression on her face, the WWE Women's Championship hanging off her shoulder, the fans immediately booing at her appearance.

"You think you have me all figured out. Don't you Tara," Melina growled as she glared at the camera in front of her. She knew Tara was watching.

"You play your little mind games, and you roll your eyes back, like it's supposed to scare me! Like it's supposed to intimidate me! I'm the WWE Women's Champion! I have come too far to lose to an old, broken fossil like you!" Melina snapped.

"I'm not losing to you this Sunday. I won't lose to you this Sunday. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to walk out of Madison Square Garden still Women's Champion. You can bet on that," Melina snarled, before storming off.

"Melina sure is determined to keep the Women's Championship," King noted.

"More like obsessed. I don't know what kind of tricks Melina is going to pull on Sunday, but I know it won't be good," JR retorted.

. . . .

Sheree sat on a road case outside the steps that led to the gorilla position, giggling as she scrolled through her social media. The fanbase were talking about her sudden rise, and the tag match that she had quite a bit ago. A lot of the fanbase were still pretty hyped over her match with Mickie James, and couldn't wait for her Rumble match and a future bout with the Virginia veteran.

She agreed with them. She couldn't wait to work with Mickie again!

"Hey Sheree!"

The brunette haired woman looked away from her phone at her name being called, smirking at the sight of Charlotte and Paul walking towards her.

Paul was in his ring attire and wearing a black shirt with flames and skulls covering the front. Charlotte wore a black 'Metallica' themed v-neck tank top, a black leather jacket, black leather skin-tight pants, which was fastened by a black strap with a silver skull as the belt buckle, and black leather ankle-high heeled boots.

"Two minutes," Charlotte said to the long haired man, getting a nod from him.

"Hurry up alright. We're up next," he replied.

Freya just nodded, watching him walk up the steps that led to the gorilla position.

Sheree watched as Paul disappeared through the curtain, before turning to Charlotte, a frown on her face. "Let me guess. Jessie told you about my mother wanting to come to the Royal Rumble."

Judging by the amused look on Charlotte's face, she knew she hit the nail on the head.

"You're right. I'm just wondering if you're okay," Charlotte asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just worrying about how the others will react. I know I'm going to have to tell them why she's there. It's pretty scary," Sheree explained before shaking her head. "Ugh... I'm probably just worrying about nothing."

"No, you have every right to be worried. Your mother has a way of making herself the center of attention. She's known throughout the whole wrestling world. I'm actually surprised you managed to get this far without anyone recognizing you," Charlotte commented with a chuckle. Sheree grimaced.

"That's probably because I've never really wrestled under the family name," Sheree replied nervously. "I've never told anyone I'm a Huxley... I just... didn't want the bullcrap that came with being apart of a wrestling family. People will probably recognize me for my work on the Indies, but that would be it."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at that. But didn't question the exact reason why Sheree has never wrestled under her family name. Knowing Sheree, she probably wanted to blaze her own trail without the family name being held over her, so that she could earn any success she got, without people claiming that she got success because of her family name.

"Look. The only person you need to be worried about is Stephanie. Jane is the ultimate rebel, and ain't afraid to say what's on her mind. While Stephanie can be... uh... juvenile and pompous at times. They are the perfect definition of polar opposites," Charlotte explained.

Sheree frowned at Charlotte's use of words, when referring to Stephanie McMahon. She didn't know why, but ever since she joined the main roster back in 2006, she has always been aware of this high level of animosity from Charlotte directed at the boss's daughter. That animosity had calmed down over the years, but the tension was still there.

Besides... Stephanie was the least of Sheree's worries.

"I'd better go. Don't worry about it too much okay. Just enjoy yourself at the Royal Rumble," Charlotte said with a smile, before jogging off towards the gorilla.

Sheree sighed, watching the woman run up the stairs with a smile, before heading off to find Mickie and Lisa.

. . . .

Freya sat on top of the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, glaring up at the new HD set, wondering what Mr. McMahon had concocted in an attempt to ruin her mentor's Royal Rumble ambitions. Triple H showboated to the fans that were cheering loudly for the both of them, the fans at ringside doing bow-down gestures to Triple H as he continued to survey and engage the audience.

Freya looked into the audience at her name being called, noticing an adorable, dark-haired little girl waving enthusiastically at her. Freya smiled brightly and waved back at her.

"Who's it gonna be?!" King questioned in excitement. "Do you have any idea JR?"

"No idea," JR replied.

Triple H and Freya frowned deeply when "Regality" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena, the fans booing as William Regal, Raw's current General Manager, walked out onto the stage in formal wear, with a mic in hand and a scowl on his face.

"William Regal?!" King questioned in confusion as Regal's scowl deepened, glaring at the expressionless looks on Freya and Triple H's faces.

"Triple H. Tonight, it's not who your opponent is. But whom, if necessary, your opponents are!" the Englishman snapped, making Freya shake her head with a look of disdain. "It's not the kind of match you have. More the kind of match that you're in!"

'What?!' chants began to whisper throughout the arena as William continued to speak.

"Because in order for you to qualify for the Royal Rumble match, you will have to face not one, but three opponents!"

"WHAT?!"

"Three?!" King muttered in surprise.

"It's an Over the Top Rope Gauntlet Match," Regal told the Cerebral Assassin, who simply glared at him from inside the ring. "And If you can throw your three opponents over the ropes in succession, you win!"

"WHAT?!"

"But if any of your opponents throw you out, the match is over, and you're OUT of the Royal Rumble match!" William snapped firmly. Triple H remained unfazed, while Freya scowled in annoyance, the fans booing at this.

"So, without further adieu, let me introduce you to your first opponent."

Triple H's mouth fell into a thin line, when "Unglued" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena to a chorus of boos.

"Oh man!" King groaned, as Snitsky walked out onto the stage with a snarl directed at Freya and Triple H, ignoring the boos that the fans were directing at him.

"Good grief... Mr. Psycho!" JR spat with disgust as Freya jumped down off the turnbuckles and got out of the ring. "Freya doing the smart thing and getting out of the ring."

"Snitsky and the Game last week, had a as physical a brawl as we've seen in a long time." Snitsky's snarl turned into a nasty scowl as he thundered down the ramp, his beady eyes firmly set on Triple H and Freya. "Snitsky won that match by disqualification after Freya got involved. Certainly caught the attention of the Queen of Queens and the Game."

"Snitsky has no remorse, no intimidation!" Snitsky stormed up the steps, but as soon as he entered the ring, Triple H launched at the larger man, assaulting Snitsky with fists to the face, the bell ringing as the larger man staggered into the corner with the Cerebral Assassin hot on his tail.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

Freya watched with a grin as the Game went to town on Snitsky with huge fists to the face, the fans cheering Triple H on until Snitsky caught him in the gut with a stiff kick. "So the Game's gotta face not one, but potentially, three opponents here tonight..."

Triple H stumbled away from the larger man, creating some space between the two as a 'Triple H' chant was heard throughout the arena. Hunter ducked at the sight of Snitsky rushing at him, avoiding a clothesline. Snitsky rebounded off the ropes, and ran right into a jumping knee that floored the larger man. "... In Royal Rumble rules, meaning that pinfalls don't count. Neither does submissions."

"To win you've gotta- here we go!" Triple H grabbed the stumbling larger man, looking to toss Snitsky out of the ring, but Snitsky refused to budge, even when Hunter grabbed and lifted his leg in an attempt to hurl the big man over the ropes. "Throw your opponent over the top! Both feet gotta touch the floor."

"Well that's gotta be easier said than done," King commented, as Snitsky launched his fist through the middle and top ropes, punching Triple H in the gut. The Game groaned, and stumbled towards the other side of the ring, where Freya was watching, when Snitsky clubbed him in the back. "How's the Game gonna throw this behemoth over the top rope?!"

Triple H rushed back at Snitsky, who caught the Game in his large arms and slammed him into the canvas with a side-walk slam.

"Snitsky, the 6'8 300 pounder," JR noted, the crowd wincing as Triple H writhed around the ring in pain.

Freya gripped the edge of the apron with a worried expression on her face. "Hunter! Are you ok?!"

"Went toe-to-toe, face-to-face with the Game last week," JR reminded everyone. Snitsky ran the ropes as Triple H rolled onto his front, dropping his large elbow into the back of the Game, making him grunt in pain. "In a real slobber-knocker!"

Freya looked on worriedly as Snitsky roughly pulled her mentor to his feet. Come on Hunter! You can do this!

"Snitsky has already qualified for the Royal Rumble match this Sunday." Snitsky lifted Triple H up onto his right shoulder, and attempted to eject him out of the ring with a powerslam. "And there goes the Game! Look out!"

"Wow!" King exclaimed as Triple H held on to the ropes. "Look out here!"

Freya watched with worried wide eyes as Snitsky tried to hurl her mentor over the ropes, but Triple H, refusing to budge, held onto the ropes for dear life, the fans screaming at the sight, encouraging Triple H to hold on.

"Triple H's opportunity to compete in The Garden, in the Royal Rumble match hangs in the balance here," JR added. Freya released a sigh of relief when Triple H slipped through and landed behind Snitsky, rattling the larger man with a fist to the face as he turned around.

"Triple H holding onto that top rope for dear life. Now tryna pound- Oh!" King noted, as Hunter made Snitsky stagger back into the opposite side of the ring with another fist to the face, wincing as Snitsky retaliated with a knee to the gut.

William watched with a scowl as Snitsky released a yell, charging at Triple H.

"William Regal has stacked the deck. And Regal knows-" Snitsky went to boot Triple H in the face, but the Game ducked out of the way, making Snitsky completely overshot the attempt and nearly topple over the ropes.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed.

"Look out here!" JR said as Triple H ran the ropes, launching himself at the larger man, who was hanging on the ropes. "Regal knows just how much the WWE Title means to the Game."

"Look out!" King exclaimed, as Triple H ran into an elbow that caused him to stumble back. The fans cheered and exclaimed in shock when Freya grabbed a hold of Snitsky's leg, trying to pull him over the ropes. "Hey! What the heck?!"

"Freya getting involved!" JR cried out. William's eyes nearly bugged out, furious at the sight. "Freya tryna take advantage of Snitsky straddling the top rope! Regal is incensed!"

Snitsky managed to shove Freya off him, shoving her into the barricade.

"Hey-" King started, only for his eyes to widen at the sight of Triple H clotheslining Snitsky off the top ropes and out of the ring, receiving a thunderous cheer from the fans. "WHOA! THERE HE GOES! SNITSKY'S OUT!"

"SNITSKY'S OUT JR!"

Freya laughed, staring down at the ugly form of Snitsky with a wide mischievous grin. "And look at Freya! She's loving this!"

"The Game, one step closer to his dream of gettin' back into the WWE title hunt!" JR cried out as William Regal seethed on the stage. "Of course, aided by an assist from Freya!"

"Congratulations. But let me introduce you to your second opponent," Regal growled out lowly, as Triple H glared up at him, waiting for his next victim.

"SmackDown's Mark Henry!"

The smile on Freya's face dropped, an audible shocked groan being heard throughout the arena as "Some Bodies Gonna Get It" by Three 6 Mafia blasted through the airwaves.

"Oh my god!" King exclaimed.

"The World's Strongest Man!" JR added.

"Somebody gonna get their ass kicked! Somebody gonna get their wig split!"

Triple H frowned deeply as Mark Henry made his way to the ring, a dark scowl on the black man's face. "One of the biggest men in the WWE. Certainly one of the baddest men on Friday Night SmackDown."

Freya gulped as the scowl on Mark Henry's face intensified darkly, taking off running down the ramp, his eyes zeroed in on the Cerebral Assassin. "The Strongest Man in the World, Mark Henry. Another man who has qualified for the Royal Rumble, and is about 400 pounds!"

Triple H barely let Mark slide into the ring and get to his feet, before he assaulted the larger man with fists to the forehead.

"Look at the way Mark Henry is built! How difficult is it gonna be to get that giant over the top rope?!" King questioned incredulously as Triple H tried to whip Mark Henry across the ring, but the World's Strongest Man didn't even budge, whipping Triple H into the ropes instead.

"Mark Henry is freakishly strong," JR said as Hunter rebounded off the ropes and staggered Mark Henry with a huge facebuster to a round of cheers. "It goes without saying, when you're called the Worlds Strongest Man."

Triple H noticed Mark Henry staggering and ran the ropes again, launching himself at the larger man.

"Oh man!" King groaned, the fans groaning with him at the sight of Mark Henry nearly taking the Game's head off with a destructive clothesline that completely flattened the King of Kings.

"Mark Henry completely engulfing the Game," JR noted. Freya watched worriedly as the World's Strongest Man methodically advanced towards her mentor, viciously planting his massive boot into Triple H's face. "And even though the Game's competitive heart beats the WWE Title, that heartbeat could be stopped here tonight by Mark Henry."

"Look out!" King cried out as Henry forced Triple H to his feet, throwing him harshly into the ropes. The fans screamed out as Mark tried to hoist Triple H over the ropes, all knowing that he was very much capable of doing so.

"The Game teetering on that top rope," JR noted, Freya watching apprehensively as Triple H hung dangerously over the ropes, with Mark trying to toss the man over. The Game fought back desperately, shooting his fist through the ropes to rock Mark in the abdomen. "Triple H has gotta hold on somehow, someway."

Triple H eventually knocked Mark away with a back elbow to the ribs, managing to get back into the ring, much to Freya's relief.

Triple H assaulted Mark Henry with rights to the skull, the fans cheering him on, only for Mark to rake him in the eyes, distracting the Game enough to grab his head and ram his large skull into Triple H's, making Freya wince as her mentor stumbled into the corner, dropping to a knee with a dazed expression on his face.

"Cuz you know it's not gonna be that difficult for Mark Henry just to lift Triple H's weight and throw him over the top rope," King said as a replay was shown of Mark Henry's powerful clothesline, that floored the Cerebral Assassin. "The Game is gonna have to cling and hang on for dear life!"

Mark grabbed a fist full of Triple H's hair, pulling the Game back up to his feet.

"Mark Henry does reps of 500 pounds on the bench press," JR noted, a chant of 'Triple H! Triple H! Triple H!' reverberating throughout the arena as the World's Strongest Man easily lifted Triple H off his feet, and slammed the Game's rib against his knee, making him cry out in pain. "Look at him manhandling the Game with that backbreaker!"

Freya watched on worriedly as Mark loomed over her mentor, glowering down at Triple H, who groaned and writhed in pain on the canvas. "Come on Hunter! You can do this!"

"Mark Henry's so big! So thick! So naturally strong!" Mark grabbed Triple H by the hair, pulling him up onto his feet. "And he is having his way right now with Triple H."

"Oh watch it here! Hang on!" King exclaimed as the World's Strongest Man, again, attempted to throw Triple H out of the ring, the Hampton crowd screaming.

"The Game again being challenged!" JR noted, Freya holding her breath with wide eyes, watching as her mentor's feet dangled in the air, his hand literally palming the apron as Mark Henry tried to toss the King of Kings over the ropes. "Triple H being challenged."

"Hunter, you've gotta hang on!" the young woman yelled out, trying to ignore William Regal's yelling.

"Will the Game make it to the Royal Rumble?! Mark Henry says no!"

Freya and the fans sighed with relief as Triple H managed to pull himself back into the ring, catching Mark Henry in the nose with a desperate fist.

"Triple H hanging on that top rope, and no pun intended, but everything hangs in the balance every time he's draped over those ropes like that," King said as Triple H punched Mark in the face, and shoved him into the corner opposite the timekeepers area, whilst William Regal looked on with a scowl.

"COME ON!" the Englishman yelled. "GET HIM OUT MARK!"

"And man, is it just me or is William Regal obsessed," JR wondered as Triple H went to whip Mark Henry into the corner, only for Mark to reverse this, whipping Triple H into the turnbuckles instead. Mark charged at the Game, making the long-haired man move hastily out of the way, causing the World's Strongest Man to go crashing into the buckles instead. "With making sure that Triple H does not make it to the Royal Rumble this Sunday?"

"And just think, you see- WHOA!" King suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh! Good grief!" JR cried out as Triple H lifted Mark Henry off the mat for a body slam, Freya's eyes widening as the fans screamed out at the sight. But the World's Strongest Man was too heavy, and Triple H buckled under the weight, causing Mark Henry to come crashing down on top of him, the fans letting loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as Freya visibly winced at the impact.

"That could have been very abated right there!" JR added. "The Game's heart in the right place."

"THROW HIM OVER!" William demanded from where he stood on the stage. "THROW HIM OVER!"

Mark rose to his feet, his breathing starting to labor as his stamina started to lower. Freya watched with worried eyes as her mentor tried to pull himself off the mat, staggering into the corner. "Triple H tryna pick up the 400 pounder. And perhaps the Game's emotions got the better of him on that."

Freya went on high alert, her eyes widening as the World's Strongest Man backed up, eyeing Triple H with a hungry look in his eye. "Hunter..."

"Well William Regal screaming at Mark Henry, 'Come on! That's it! Throw him over-' Oh," King winced as Mark bulldozed at the King of Kings with a yell, squeezing Triple H between his massive body and the turnbuckles, the fans verbally wincing at the sight.

"Mark Henry," JR stated, Freya watching in worry as Triple H fell on his face. "Just splashing... vertically splashing the Game in the corner."

"Hunter get up!" Freya implored, watching with trepidation as Mark Henry eyed her mentor like a piece of meat.

"Freya extremely worried for Triple H and I don't blame her. Another big, athletic super heavyweight, is Mark Henry!"

The fans chanted 'Triple H! Triple H! Triple H!' as the Game slowly and sluggishly pulled himself up using the ropes, unaware of Mark Henry waiting, stalking, prowling behind him with a vicious smirk on his face. "Mark Henry waiting!"

Mark rushed at Triple H, wanting to blast him out of the ring once and for all.

"MOVE HUNTER!" Freya yelled over the roar of the crowd.

Triple H saw Henry coming, and yanked the top ropes down, causing the big man to go flying out of the ring, receiving a loud roar of approval from the Hampton crowd.

"LOOK OUT!" King exclaimed.

"And Mark Henry's own momentum, has taken him over the top rope!" JR called out, William Regal practically beside himself on the stage.

Freya sighed in relief as the fans roared in approval at Triple H eliminating Mark Henry, knowing he was one step closer to entering the Royal Rumble.

"I think Freya played a part in that elimination! She saved Triple H without moving a muscle this time!" King cried out.

"Freya is known for getting Triple H out of sticky situations," JR added.

"You remember what she did to your buddy Steve Austin all those years back, right?" King questioned with a slight smirk.

"Don't remind me," JR retorted as Triple H crawled on his hands and knees to the middle of the ring, completely exhausted. "Nonetheless, Henry is eliminated! But the Game is damaged goods to say the least!"

"You've just got one more Hunter," Freya told Triple H, yelling over the roaring crowd. "One more and you're in the Rumble!"

William scowled thickly, his eyes wide with rage as his plan to torment and keep Triple H out of the Royal Rumble was being foiled right before his eyes.

"Who else does William Regal have waiting in the wings? As you said, Triple H is down. He's hurting," King said. Regal looked back into the gorilla, the scowl on his face intensifying. He held his hand up to whoever was waiting and shook his head. "What's Regal doing?"

Freya's eyes widened at the sight of William Regal dropping the microphone, ripping off his blazer as he charged down to the ring.

"HUNTER!" she called out, on high alert. "WATCH OUT! REGAL'S COMING!"

"What is... Regal put his hand up as if to stop someone and now he's running to the ring!"

"I guess Regal's gonna be the third opponent!" JR said, Triple H standing up, only to be assaulted by a desperate flurry of fists from the General Manager of Raw.

Freya watched with a scowl as Regal punched away at her mentor, backing him up into the corner, where he viciously and ruthlessly assaulted Triple H with clubbing blows and knees, completely smothering the Game, the fans booing at the Englishman's dastardly display of brutality. "Regal taking advantage of the physicality initiated by Snitsky, and more specifically, Mark Henry. And now Regal trying to gain favor, no doubt from Mr. McMahon!"

"Well of course that's the situation!" King added as Regal lifted a dazed Triple H onto his shoulders, and began to carry the Game towards the ropes, hoping to ruin Triple H's chances of entering the Royal Rumble. "And there goes the Game! Out of the Royal RUMBLE!"

The fans screamed out as William Regal tried to throw the Cerebral Assassin off his shoulders and dump him out of the ring. Freya's hazel-grey eyes widened, apprehensive as Triple H struggled against Regal's willingness to succeed, hanging on to the top ropes desperately.

"And Regal's got Triple H on his shoulders," JR cried out. "And Triple H's chances to compete in the Royal Rumble!"

"HUNTER HOLD ON!" Freya cried out, immense worry clawing at her, her eyes wide with horror at the sight of Triple H hanging over the edge, his feet hanging over the ring apron as Regal doubled his efforts. "KEEP FIGHTING HUNTER!"

"He's gonna dump him right at the feet of Freya!" King exclaimed.

"Triple H hanging on for dear life!" JR cried out as Triple H pelted Regal with desperate shots to the skull. "And the Game is manning up here! And gunning up!"

The fans screamed out in excitement and relief as Triple H managed to slip back into the ring, assaulting Regal with heavy shots to the face. Freya barely released a sigh of relief, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. "The right hands! And Regal now, may have lost the ADVANTAGE!"

"LOOK OUT!" King exclaimed.

"YES!" Freya cheered as William turned right around into a powerful spinebuster, the fans screaming out in excitement as the ring shook from the impact.

"And that Double-A Spinebuster shakes the ring!" JR called out as Triple H released a powerful roar, the fans cheering as William Regal writhed in agony on the mat.

"THROW HIM OUT!" Freya yelled, practically bursting with energy and adrenaline. "THROW HIM OUT!"

"I don't know who William Regal had in waiting," King said as Triple H pulled Regal to his feet. "But he may rue the day he told him not to show up- LOOK OUT HERE!"

Much to Freya's elation, Triple H threw the conniving Englishman over the ropes and onto the floor, receiving a loud thunderous reaction from the Hampton crowd! "AH!"

"AND WILLIAM REGAL IS OUT!" JR exclaimed passionately, the bell ringing as Freya cheered along with the fans, a huge smile on the dark-haired woman's face. "THE GAME IS IN THE ROYAL RUMBLE!"

"The Game" played throughout the arena to a thunderous reaction from the fans as the referee raised the Cerebral Assassin's arm in victory.

"Here's your winner, Triple H!" Lilian announced, causing the fans to cheer louder as the Game performed his trademark pose, releasing a passionate roar.

"Triple H's championship dreams are still alive!" JR cried out. "Triple H has qualified to enter the Royal Rumble! To compete in a match, and if he wins it, will put him in the main event at WrestleMania! And to that man, as far as his professional career is concerned, EVERYTHING, is all about being the WWE Champion!"

Freya slid into the ring, hugging the man and lightly punching him in the chest.

"You had me worried for a sec! Don't do that again!" she quipped, making the man smirk.

They looked up at Regal who was having a tantrum on the ramp, his plans completely destroyed.

"Well I've said it before and I'll say it again!" King said. "The buzz just got louder in the Big Apple, about the Royal Rumble this Sunday."

Freya climbed up onto the second ropes, Triple H pacing the ring, glaring at a seething William Regal. Freya smirked smugly at the way the Englishman raged on the ramp, his face turning red with anger.

"Good luck getting out of this one Mr. GM!" she taunted, making Regal roar in outrage, his face turning an even darker shade of red as his anger rose.

Triple H pulled himself up onto the second ropes, taunting Regal with a smirk as the Englishman reluctantly backed up the ramp with an enraged scowl. If Mr. McMahon wasn't disappointed in him after he refused to punch his bastard son, then he will be positively furious after finding out William Regal failed to keep Triple H out of the Royal Rumble.

"Step one in the Game's journey to the WWE Title has been completed," JR said.

"Can the giant leap be completed this Sunday in Madison Square Garden, with 29 other men wanting the same goal?"

. . . .

Sheree stood backstage near the gorilla, talking to Women's Champion Melina about the Royal Rumble, until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up off the ground.

"Guess who!"

"Randy! You punk! Put me down right now!"

Melina and Kerry, who had been with Randy when he spotted Sheree, watched in amusement as Sheree struggled to get out of the WWE Champion's hold.

"At least say please first," Randy drawled with a teasing smirk.

Sheree scowled in irritation as Randy's breath tickled her neck. "Bite me creep!"

Randy's smirk widened. "Ok. If that's the way you wanna play."

Sheree suddenly found herself hanging over the tall man's right shoulder.

"Randal Keith Orton, if you don't put me down I'll-"

Sheree yelped in shock when Randy's hand smacked her butt.

Sheree glared murderously at the back of the WWE Champion's head. "Randy... what the fuck are you - SMACK! - HEY! QUIT SMACKING MY ASS!"

"Say please and I'll let you down," Randy replied, his smirk widening even more.

"FUCK YOU BITCH!"

That earned her another smack on the butt.

"I'm gonna kill you," Sheree growled lowly through gritted teeth, making Randy scoff.

"Like it will be that easy. I'm the WWE Champion remember," he stated with a smug grin.

"Like I give a shit! I'm gonna - SMACK - OI! KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!"

"She's gonna beat the crap outta you when you let her down," Melina stated with a smirk of amusement.

Randy shrugged with a grin, smacking her butt again, making the brunette kick her legs out with a loud growl of annoyance. "She knows I'm just messing around with her. Right Sheree?"

Sheree growled in anger before looking down, a devilish smirk appearing on her face as a naughty plan began to formulate in her mind.

Kerry, who was watching the whole thing, smirked in amusement as Sheree reached down and lifted Orton's shirt, before sticking her hand into Orton's jeans, causing the blonde's mouth to drop open in shock. She quickly pulled her phone out and began to record the whole thing, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips, knowing exactly what Sheree was about to do.

Randy smirked when he felt Sheree lifting up his shirt, his eyes widening slightly when he felt her stick her hand inside his jeans. "You trying to cop a feel back there? I can't blame you- HEY!"

Charlotte and Paul exited the gorilla, just in time to see Sheree pull at Randy's boxers, hard, causing the man to let out a yelp and release her, while Charlotte and Paul laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha! Oh god! My sides!" Charlotte laughed, holding her sides.

"Shut up! That ain't funny!" Randy groaned in pain.

"I don't know about that. It looked pretty funny. And I thought I was the only one that could pull off a mean wedgie! Nice one kid!" Paul chuckled, high-fiving Sheree.

"Hey don't praise her!"

"Karma's a bitch, huh Randy?" Melina asked the man with a playful, mischievous smirk on her face.

"Shut up!"

Kerry wiped a tear from her eye, chuckling uncontrollably. "Oh man! I'm SO glad I got that on camera! That was classic!"

"You were filming that?! Delete it!"

"No way man!"

Sheree smirked, watching as Randy winced in pain, struggling to even stand.

"How's it feel? Receiving the wedgie of death from yours truly," she taunted, causing Randy to glare playfully at her.

"You..."

Sheree's smirk widened. "You shouldn't touch what you can't have. I ain't the one to mess with snake-boy."

Randy's brow twitched at her mocking taunts. "Get off your high horse! I'll get you back! Just you wait!"

"Oooh, I'm so scared!" Sheree taunted, making the man smirk menacingly.

"Ahem."

Everyone turned to see Vince McMahon standing behind Charlotte and Paul with an amused smile on his face.

"Hey old man! Enjoy the show?" Kerry questioned with a big easygoing smile on her face.

McMahon ignored the old man comment. Vince knew Kerry long enough to let it slide.

"Yes. It was very... entertaining," he replied, his smile widening as he raised an eyebrow of amusement at Sheree.

The brunette blushed in embarrassment at the thought of her boss seeing the whole thing, and sent an annoyed glare at Randy who avoided her gaze with a snigger.

"Anyway, that's not why I'm here," the old man said, turning to look at Randy and Kerry. "We're on soon. So get ready."

Randy and Kerry nodded, before walking off to get ready for the final segment of the night.

. . . .

Mr. McMahon stood in the ring, the fans cheering in anticipation for what would either be a volatile confrontation, or a civilised encounter like the old man hoped it would be, six days before the Royal Rumble Pay-Per-View.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please help me in introducing, the WWE Champion," Vince said boisterously, the smirk on his face never wavering as the Hampton crowd booed rather harshly in response. "Randy Orton, and the lovely Kerry!"

"HEY!"

"Burn in my Light" played throughout the arena, the fans booing intensely as Randy Orton and Kerry walked out onto the stage, the WWE Championship resting on Orton's shoulder.

"Well there's no doubt that Orton and Kerry has gotta be hurting just as Jeff Hardy is, from head to toe," JR stated as Orton and Kerry paused on the stage, looking down at the ring, glaring at Mr. McMahon with reluctance in their eyes. "Both very reluctant as they confronted the chairman tonight, about shaking hands with Jeff in the center of the ring but..."

Kerry and Orton glared as they surveyed the audience, Kerry biting back a scowl of defiance as the duo slowly made their way down the ramp. "I found it most provocative, for Mr. McMahon, to Orton and Kerry's face... well, he hit the nail right on the head. Mr. McMahon said that they were hardened, incorrigible, fiercely competitive scoundrels. That pretty much covers all the provocations."

"There all championship qualities if you ask me," King quipped as Orton favoured his abdomen with a scowl of irritation.

"I found it very interesting that Mr. McMahon would put that thought in Orton and Kerry's head," JR commented. "That if Jeff Hardy looked into their cold blue eyes, that Jeff Hardy would see those eyes say, "you can't beat me Hardy. You can't break me Hardy."

"Well my eyes saw a video, that I was very impressed with," King retorted as the duo entered the ringside area. Kerry walked up the steps, her steel blue eyes glaring at McMahon as she stepped through the ropes. Randy paused near the steel steps, looking down at the WWE Championship with an emotionless gaze, never taking his eyes off the coveted title as he walked up the steps and entered the ring. "Showed all the luxurious victories that Randy Orton has had here."

"You know he's the youngest WWE Champion, Third Generation Superstar... this young man, at his young age, already has one of the most impressive resumes of any superstar ever in the WWE!"

Kerry stared a hole through the chairman, her gaze cold as Randy surveyed the crowd and raised the title over his head to a mixed reaction.

"I mentioned earlier that this man, if his career continues as it is, could be considered one of the greatest WWE Champions ever before it's all said and done," JR stated as the WWE Champion leveled the crowd with an icy glare filled with disdain.

"Well that's your opinion," King replied. "And my opinion is if his career had been ended last week by Jeff Hardy, he would still have to be considered one of the greatest WWE Champions of all time."

Randy lowered his arm as his music cut off into silence, the fans jeers being heard throughout the arena. Kerry ignored them, purposely and methodically walking behind Mr. McMahon, circling the ring like a shark, until she came to a stop, flanking the cold WWE Champion's left side. She hoped she was making the old man nervous. Anything to make him pay for wasting her and Randy's time.

"This is gonna be interesting."

"And now the challenger," McMahon's growly voice boomed throughout the arena. "And the man, should he be victorious this Sunday, would be the third competitor in WWE history to hold both the Intercontinental Championship, and the WWE Title at the same time."

Kerry bit back a scoff at this. Not. Happening.

"Here is Jeff Hardy!"

The Hampton Coliseum broke out into a huge screaming reaction as "Loaded" played throughout the arena.

"Indeed Jeff Hardy has the chance to join the company of the Immortal Hulk Hogan and the Game Triple H," JR called over the loud passionate crowd as Jeff Hardy walked gingerly onto the stage, still feeling the effects of that death-defying leap from last week. His Intercontinental Championship was resting securely over his shoulder. "As being holders of the WWE and the Intercontinental title at the same time."

Pyro exploded off the stage as Jeff thrusted his hips to the beat of his theme, the fans cheering wildly. He walked gingerly down the ramp, throwing up the Hardy fingers as the fans showered him with adulation, Kerry and Randy glaring at him with venomous, stone-faced looks on their faces. "The risk that Jeff Hardy took was amazing."

Jeff glared right back at the duo as he slowly made his way down the aisle and to the ring. "Folks I'm a subscriber. I've already seen this. You've gotta check out WWE magazine, it gets better and better every month, but look who's on the cover. Jeff Hardy. Is that an omen?"

Hardy entered the ringside area and slowly walked up the steps, the fans screaming excitedly as he threw up the Hardy fingers, being so loud that Kerry covered her ears and glared at them for being so noisy.

"I don't know what high definition does for sound, but the roof almost blasted off this arena when Jeff Hardy appeared!" King exclaimed as the youngest of the two Hardy brothers walked along the apron, grimacing as he stepped through the ropes and entered the ring. "It's that rockstar-like ovation."

"And it's not about retribution for his brother Matt, let me tell ya ladies and gentlemen," JR made sure to mention as Jeff threw up the Hardy fingers to a welcoming reaction, glaring at Randy and Kerry as he paced the ring.

Randy and Kerry stared back at Jeff with glares just as intense as his own. "Yes that's a factor. But Jeff Hardy has been more aggressive, more confident, and more fearless than we have ever seen him in the past several weeks."

"He'll do just about anything to win that WWE title," King added. The music faded to silence, the fans cheering for the Charismatic Enigma as he glared at his adversaries from across the ring.

"HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!"

Kerry's lips curled into a small snarl, never taking her eyes off the risk-taker as the fans chanted the source of her ire's name over and over again, like a nagging buzz drilling into her mind. It's like they are trying to provoke me!

"Under normal circumstances," the Chairman of WWE began as the fans started to calm down. "This might be where I would hype a WWE Championship match at the Rumble but, quite frankly, this match doesn't need any hype."

"To say that it's been escalating outta control, would in fact be an understatement," McMahon commented. "The question of course is, what will we see? What kind of match will this be?"

Mr. McMahon cut his eyes to the seemingly cool and calm WWE Champion. "Will we see more... risk taking, death-defying dives at the Rumble?"

The conniving old man restrained himself from smirking at the way Orton's jaw tightened as the fans cheered at the thought.

"Will we see more interferences from blonde, conniving, intelligent women?" the Chairman questioned, staring at Kerry, who ignored him, staring a hole through Jeff Hardy.

He then turned his attention to the Intercontinental Champion, who had not taken his eyes off Randy and Kerry since he stepped into the ring. "Will we see more devastating, potentially career-ending kicks to the head?"

The fans booed harshly at this, and the glare on Jeff's face seemed to intensify when a small smirk appeared on Kerry's face.

"I do know what we will see is two extraordinary athletes, two athletes in their prime giving it their all, leaving it all on the mat until one of you walks from the ring as champion."

"Right now, Jeff, if you would step forward," Mr. McMahon asked the Enigma, who wordlessly stepped forward, the air becoming tense as he continued to glare at the WWE Champion and his blonde accomplice. "I would like for all three of you, as professionals, as world-class athletes."

Kerry couldn't help but raise a brow at the thought of McMahon thinking of her as a world-class athlete. What's he up to?

"I would like for you to put your differences aside for a moment, and shake hands." McMahon made sure to catch the stone-cold glares on all three individuals faces before continuing.

"But before you shake hands, any last minute comments from either one of you?"

Kerry wordlessly gestured for the microphone, never taking her cold blue eyes off the Intercontinental Champion as Mr. McMahon handed her the mic and stepped away from the confrontation.

The fans jeered heavily as the blonde-haired woman boldly got right in Jeff's face, a scowl on her lips as the Enigma glared down at her.

Mr. McMahon eyed the woman nervously from where he stood a fair distance away, in case things didn't go how he wanted and it got physical. While Randy was skeptical, out of the three, Kerry was the one that objected to his act of civility the most. She was unpredictable, and seemed to lash out at anything without a second thought, and that worried him.

"You know I'm still rocking a major headache thanks to you," Kerry drawled evenly, her blue eyes flashing with irritation and anger. "I don't know who I hate more. You or those low life scumbags I used to call friends."

Kerry paused as the fans booed, but she didn't care. They may have forgotten and warmed up to them, but she never will. Never.

"Is she talking about...?" King questioned quietly.

"Yep," JR answered easily, not the least bit surprised.

Kerry's scowl seemed to thicken as Jeff stared at her with an emotionless expression on his face.

"All I wanna do is kick your head clean off your shoulders and watch it roll into a pit of flames!" Kerry growled. A cruel smile appeared on her face, an almost faraway look in her eyes as twisted thoughts began to worm through her mind.

"And then I'd have the pleasure of relishing in your blood curdling screams of torture as you slowly burn-"

Kerry suddenly stopped herself, her face scrunching up into an intense scowl of pure disgust as the fans cheered her brief descent into that dark, evil place in her mind. She ignored the fact that Vince was now staring at her with a very pale, wide-eyed look on his face, in favour of snarling at the cheering fans.

"... Um... I suddenly feel like getting as far away from here as possible..." King muttered in fear.

"Stay put," JR retorted, holding King by the arm to make sure he didn't go anywhere.

Kerry contemplated mocking them, snapping at them for trying to bring out the crazy inside her, but restrained herself. She wasn't in the mood for this. And the more she stood in these people's presence the more irritated she became. Instead she took a deep breath and sent Jeff Hardy an icy smile.

"I apologise for that. It seems I got a little carried away."

"A little?! Are you kidding me?! I was so scared I thought horns were gonna stick out of her head at any moment!" King exclaimed.

"Her mind is a dark one, that's for sure," JR added.

"With all that being said... I am willing to admit that you are very... good," Kerry admitted, her smile tensing. "I'll admit that you've impressed me Jeff. Very few men in this business would be willing to go to such lengths that you went to, all for the chance to be WWE Champion. Most ain't crazy enough to leap from 30-feet in the air. I'll give you that."

Jeff just continued to stare at her. He knew the smile was forced. The smile soon fell from Kerry's face as she glared at him. " But I still wanna see your head roll."

The fans cheered as Jeff and Kerry glared darkly at one another. Before Jeff could retort however, Randy gently pulled the woman away from him, making the fans boo. They wanted to see how far into that dark place she could go.

"Let me handle this alright. Cool off for a bit," Randy whispered, taking the mic from her.

Kerry took a couple of deep breaths and nodded, while Randy turned to face Jeff.

"I'm going to be honest with you Jeff Hardy. Ever since I found out you were going to be my opponent at the Rumble, I've been relieved," Randy told him, making the man raise an eyebrow at that. "But don't get me wrong, you have done some amazing things, but you've never come close to becoming the WWE Champion."

The fans booed as Randy looked down at his title with a sneer, Kerry smirking as she caught Jeff eyeing the coveted WWE Championship hungrily.

"But I'll admit it. I will admit that I have underestimated you," the WWE Champion admitted. "Everytime I close my eyes, I see an image of Jeff Hardy, crashing down on me from 30-feet in the air!"

A loud ovation resounded throughout the arena at that, Hardy raising the Hardy fingers in response.

"So congratulations. Although you will not be winning this title this Sunday, you have won something almost as important," Orton drawled, a smug sneer stretching across his face. "... My respect."

A smirk stretched across Jeff's face as the fans booed heavily at this. Orton wordlessly offered the Intercontinental Champion the microphone, which he took after a brief hesitation.

"HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!"

Orton's cold emotionless gaze swept over the audience as they continued to chant.

"Just so you know," Jeff started, getting the WWE Champion's attention. "I don't care about earning your respect!"

The fans cheered as Randy Orton sneered at the Charismatic Enigma. Jeff then shifted his gaze to Kerry.

"And I certainly don't care about how much you hate me or what goes on inside that messed up head of yours. I didn't hit you with the Twist of Fate on that stage to give you a killer headache. To be honest, I was trying to give you a concussion," Jeff said truthfully, making Kerry glare at him murderously, while the fans cheered even louder at this.

Jeff then stared into the eyes of the WWE Champion, who was not at all pleased with the way he was speaking to him and Kerry.

"And I didn't hit a 30 foot Swanton to impress you?!" the Charismatic Enigma growled. "I did it to hurt you!"

Randy frowned dangerously, pulling the WWE title off his shoulders as he glared at Jeff Hardy, the fans continuing to cheer at the Enigma's words.

"I did it for my brother Matt! I did it cuz I've waited too long for this opportunity!"

The fans applauded and cheered, making Kerry and Orton sneer as Jeff continued. "Most importantly, I did it to show you that I'll do whatever it takes to become WWE Champion!"

A loud ovation resounded throughout the crowd as Randy Orton placed the WWE Title back on his shoulders, an icy look in his eyes as he glared at his Royal Rumble challenger.

"And if I'm gonna shake hands with people I respect, you've gotta long line to wait in, cuz there's a lotta people here, I respect a lot more than either of you!"

Kerry rolled her eyes as the fans cheered.

"Who?!" Orton questioned with a snarky sneer.

Much to the duo's confusion, Jeff proceeded to roll out of the ring and walked towards the announce table, placing his Intercontinental Championship on top of it. He looked at Kerry and Orton, the two glaring at him in confusion as he gestured to the legendary play-by-play commentator, shaking his hand.

"Like Jim Ross!"

"Like Jerry "The King" Lawler!"

Kerry watched, sneering as Jeff shook Lilian Garcia's hand. "Like Lilian Garcia!"

The villainous duo watched, their anger beginning to bubble as Jeff continued. "That's not it Randy."

The sneer on Kerry's face intensified into a look of disgust as Jeff shook hands with one of the fans at ringside, her eyebrows raising when he hopped over the barricade and into the crowd.

"Wait a minute... where's he going?" King wondered with amusement.

Kerry and Randy watched with growing disgust as Jeff shook hands with fans that he came across, shouting out each of their names, until he found himself back at ringside and hopped over the barricade.

When Jeff eventually re-entered the ring, Randy and Kerry were close to losing their temper. Jeff was sure he could almost see smoke coming from their ears.

Hardy stared defiantly back at the two, the fans cheering, waiting for this confrontation to explode. The title slipped off Randy's shoulders, a sneer of disgust on his face as he glared at his Royal Rumble challenger.

"Jeff Hardy making a unique, indefinable impression," JR noted as Orton and Kerry sneered at the cheering crowd.

"Well then, now he's gonna shake hands with Kerry and Randy Orton," King added.

"That was the mandate from the chairman," JR stated, as Orton looked down at the mat, as if contemplating what he would do, restraining his disgust and annoyance. Kerry didn't fare as well as him to hide her emotions, snarling at the Intercontinental Champion with utter contempt.

Orton and Kerry shared a look, the expressions on their faces turning into an emotionless mask. They extended their hands, offering to shake hands with the Charismatic Enigma.

Jeff stared them defiantly in the eye, refusing to lift a finger, making both of them scowl in rage.

Randy threw his title onto the mat, his annoyance and rage bubbling through. "Shake it!"

"Shake. Our. Hands," Kerry demanded icily, a dark look on her face as she glowered at the Enigma. Jeff glared right back, a snarl starting to form on his lips.

The Hampton Coliseum erupted when Jeff Hardy caught Randy in the gut with a kick.

"Oh no!" King cried out.

"OH!" JR exclaimed as Jeff Hardy hit Randy with a surprise Twist of Fate, effortlessly flooring the WWE Champion, the Hampton crowd exploding at the sight. Kerry's jaw promptly hit the floor, shocked by the quickness and suddenness of the Twist of Fate. "TWIST OF FATE!"

Jeff Hardy threw his shirt into the roaring crowd, releasing a loud, passionate roar as he glowered down at Randy Orton. "THE TWIST OF FATE!"

"Loaded" blasted throughout the arena as Jeff Hardy received a thunderous reaction. Kerry had backed up into the corner, her head in her hands as she stared at Randy Orton's still form with wide eyes, Jeff Hardy standing over him. "JEFF HARDY, LEAVING RANDY ORTON SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT! AND LEAVING KERRY ABSOLUTELY SPEECHLESS!"

"No handshake!" King noted as Jeff roared down at Randy Orton, throwing up the Hardy fingers in his unconscious face. "But Randy Orton's face driven right into the mat!"

"You heard Jeff Hardy say, he's been waiting his whole life to become WWE Champion!" JR exclaimed as Jeff bent down, smirking down at Randy's limp, still body.

"And my god ladies and gentlemen, can you only imagine what Jeff Hardy will do to be the WWE Champion this Sunday!"

. . . .

"Jesus Kerry! What goes on in that head of yours!" was the first thing that came out of Jeff Hardy's mouth when they exited the gorilla.

"Aww. Did I scare baby Hardy?" Kerry questioned playfully, a mischievous smirk on her face as she pinched his cheek.

"No," Jeff retorted in an annoyed tone. "I just didn't expect... that!"

Kerry laughed, letting go of the man's cheek. She walked off towards the Divas locker room to collect her things, before meeting back up with Randy to head off into the next town. "You're a bad liar you know that?"

Jeff sighed, shaking his head as the woman walked away.

"Come on. Admit it. She scared you out there," Randy commented with a grin.

"Okay! So she was a little frightening! I bet you were scared too!" Jeff retorted.

Randy scoffed as they made there way to the men's locker room.. "Me? Scared of Kerry?! Yeah right! I've been working with her for years! Her craziness doesn't bother me one bit!"

"Don't try to hide it! I saw you sweating out there!" Hardy retorted.

"Now that's just weird..."

"Shut up!"

. . . .

WWE Headquarters, Stanford, Connecticut

Dray walked out of his office with a pleased smile on his face. Everything was progressing nicely. The girls were doing a great job. He couldn't be happier. They certainly know how to rise to the occasion. They gon' takeover at this rate.

Dray paused, quickly noticing John Laurinaitis walking down the hallway, the moonlight shining against WWE Headquarters' tinted windows. John paused when he saw Dray glaring at him.

After a tense moment of staring each other down, Dray broke the silence. "I think it's bout time we had a talk."

A dark brow raised when Laurinaitis remained silent. "You got somethin' to say to me Ace?"

John stared at him for a moment, before sighing. "It won't work."

"Huh?"

"It won't work Dray," John Laurinaitis repeated. "I tried remember. It won't work. He isn't interested."

"I'll make it work," Dray retorted evenly.

John Laurinaitis' blue eyes narrowed into a stern, steely gaze. "I respect those girls an awful lot. I won't allow you to get their hopes up, only to fail them."

Dray scowled. "You think I'm like you?!"

John Laurinaitis raised a brow at that. "What?"

"Yeah, you tried," Dray growled out. "But the problem is... you gave up."

John's eyes narrowed into a glare. Dray glared right back at him, defiant. "You gave up on them Ace! I don't give a crap what the brass thinks! I'm tired of watching these girls, who work just as hard as the guys, crying in their locker rooms, breaking down in frustration, because they're constantly looked at as nothing more than afterthoughts and eye-candy!"

Dray glared fiercely at John Laurinaitis, daring him to tell him, 'it won't work' again. "I made a promise! And I intend to fulfil it!"

John remained silent for a moment, staring a hole through the dark-skinned man. Laurinaitis walked past Dray, pausing behind him.

"You don't understand. It's not just the board and Vince's mind you have to change... It's the fans as will as the entire industry. That's why it won't work."

With that Laurinaitis walked away, leaving Dray alone in the moonlit hallway, the dark-skinned man watching him go with a glare.

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Preview of Chapter 20

Paul studied Sheree silently, watching as her blue eyes took in every inch of the chamber with child-like, nervous wonder. "It's intimidating isn't it?"

Sheree looked at Paul and nodded with a smile as she glanced around. "Yeah... but I can't help but feel a rush of excitement whenever I see this thing."

"I hear ya," Charlotte replied with a grin. "When this thing first came out all I wanted to do was wrestle in it. It's a chamber of hell. It's frightening and evil. But that just makes it even more enticing!"

"You're crazy," Jenna retorted flatly, making Charlotte laugh.

Sheree looked back at Paul with an excited gleam in her blue eyes that made him frown. He knew what she was going to ask. And he hoped she didn't. But knowing the kind of woman Sheree was, he knew she was going to ask him. And he knew she wasn't going to like his answer.

"Do you think us women will be allowed to wrestle inside Elimination Chamber someday?"