Chapter 8: Huxley
Friday Night Smackdown (January 25, 2008 tapings): Charlottesville, Virginia - John Paul Jones Arena, January 22, 2008
"So let me get this straight. Monday Night Raw is getting an extra commentator?!" a slightly tall young woman with long black hair asked Roxanna as they walked through the backstage area, the tall woman's hazel-blue eyes widening in surprise at the announcement.
The young woman wore a Chicago Bears Jersey, dark blue skinny jeans and black Adidas sneakers. While she was noticeably tall, Roxanna's six foot frame still managed to tower over her.
"Yep," Roxanna answered simply, a smile on her face. The veteran was wearing a black crop top, showing off all the tattoos on her arms, black skin-tight pants and black ankle-high boots.
"And she's a chick?!" the woman questioned incredulously, making Roxanna release a small chuckle.
"I know! It makes me wonder how Dray managed to persuade the old man to get a female commentator," Roxanna replied with a giggle.
"Dray's really trying isn't he," the young woman murmured quietly, a small smile on her face.
"And this is just the beginning. Trust me Jessica! When Dray is motivated over something, he never gives up on it," Roxanna told the young woman with a wink.
Jessica smiled, only to find herself being engulfed in a hug from behind.
"So this is where you've been hiding, baby sister of mine."
Jessica rolled her eyes as Roxanna looked on in amusement. "I haven't been hiding, and would you quit it with the whole baby sister thing Phil!"
Jessica turned to glare at her older brother, Phil Brooks aka former ECW Champion CM Punk.
"I heard you won't be accompanying me to the ring tonight. Do you have a match?" Phil asked with a curious expression on his face.
"Yeah. I have a match with Melina tonight," Jessica told him.
Phil whistled loudly with a smirk on his face. "You have your work cut out for you there. Good luck with her."
Jessica glared at him, slightly offended for herself and Melina.
"We have it handled!" she replied in a hard tone, making Phil raise his arms up in defense, his smirk widening.
"Okay, okay! No need to bite my head off!" he retorted, rolling his eyes as he walked off.
"Cocky lil shit," Jessica grumbled as she watched the long black-haired, tattooed man walk off.
"He deserves to be. He's pretty darn good," Roxanna admitted.
Jessica scoffed. "He has a habit of thinking he's better than he actually is."
She turned to Roxy, a challenging smirk on her face. "Besides, I'm just as good! I'll be beating your ass soon! Just you watch!"
Roxanna chuckled, a grin on her face.
"When that day comes, I'll be waiting."
. . . .
"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage played throughout the John Paul Jones arena, getting an explosive reaction from the WWE crowd. The fans cheered even louder when Jessica walked out onto the stage with a smile on her face.
White tape was wrapped around her fists and up her arms. The rest of her attire consisted of a black loose crop tank top version of her brother's latest 'Straight Edge Hardcore' shirt. She also wore tight leather shorts, that was yellow in colour and was decorated with four black stars on the back and front, with a single black strip on either side of the shorts. She wore a pair of black wrestling boots, with a pair of yellow plated kick-pads, with black stars decorating it.
"The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, Jessica!" Justin Roberts announced as the black-haired woman from the Windy City walked down the ramp.
"Well Jessica is all smiles, but I doubt it's a real smile after what happened on ECW," Coachman said.
"Yeah. It was CM Punk vs. Chavo Guerrero for the ECW Championship. CM Punk would have retained the championship if it wasn't for our current World Heavyweight Champion Edge, who was the guest commentator at the time, interfering and spearing CM Punk, costing him the ECW Championship," Michael reminded everyone as Jessica walked up the stairs.
"To say Jessica was livid is an understatement. She was not happy Michael," Coachman commented as Jessica jumped up onto the ropes, placing her left foot on the top rope, whilst placing her right leg on the steel connecter that connected the second turnbuckle to the ring post, shouting "LET'S GO!" as she held her arms out, receiving a loud reaction from the fans in response.
"And neither was Punk. Which brings us to tonight's main event. CM Punk takes on the World Heavyweight Champion Edge, later on tonight," Michael Cole added as Jessica jumped off the ropes and into the ring, walking across the ring to jump up onto the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, surveying the crowd with a grin as she received another positive reaction from the fans.
"I can't wait for that! But right now, Punk's younger sister Jessica will take on the Women's Champion Melina," Coachman said, as Jessica jumped off the turnbuckle and looked up at the stage, waiting for Melina to make her appearance. "She had better not think about CM Punk in this match, otherwise Melina will make her regret it. She has to be very focused."
"Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to a collection of boos as men rolled out the red carpet, cameramen lining the stage.
Melina walked out onto the stage, holding the Women's Championship up high over her head as her personal photographers took pictures of her.
"And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Melina!" Justin Roberts announced as Melina walked down the ramp, still holding the Women's Championship up high, a huge cocky smirk on her face as her cameramen took countless photos of her.
"On Raw Melina sent a message to her Royal Rumble opponent. She told Tara and I quote, "I'm not losing to you. I won't lose to you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to walk out of Madison Square Garden still Women's Champion," Cole mentioned, Melina smirking smugly at the fans at ringside as they booed her. "And I have no doubt in my mind that she will do just that."
"She's determined. I'll give her that. But Tara is also determined. It will take more than a few words to shake her off. And Melina knows that. Which is why I'm so excited to see what she's gonna do come Sunday!" Coachman replied.
"It will certainly be a match to watch," Michael Cole commented as Melina walked up the steps, holding the title up in the air as she walked along the apron. "Melina, the ever confident champion. So arrogant and hubristic."
"How dare you," Coachman berated Michael as Melina posed for her personal photographers, giving Jessica no attention at all, the fans jeering at the champion. "How dare you speak of our Women's Champion with such disrespect!"
Melina faced the ring, using the bottom ropes to jump up and did her splits on the apron, getting an excited reaction from the fans, before entering the ring.
"I'm just saying Coach!" Cole replied as Melina rose, looking Jessica up and down, before scoffing and climbing the turnbuckle, holding up the Women's Championship, receiving another negative reaction from the fans. "I mean... did you just see the way she looked at Jessica? She isn't even taking her seriously!"
"Why would she?" Coachman retorted. "Jessica is unworthy of being in the same ring as Melina."
"Good grief..." Michael Cole rolled his eyes at Coachman's response as Melina jumped off the turnbuckle, her entrance music fading into silence. She gave Jessica a condescending smirk, making the Chicago-native glare at her as the referee signalled for the bell to ring.
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
The two women circled the ring before locking up, pushing against one another like two young rams.
"Jessica, locked in a stalemate with the champion here," Cole noted as the two struggled for dominance. The two women broke away from each other, glaring at one another, before Melina suddenly slapped Jessica hard across the face, gaining a lot of heat from the fans in the process. "Oh no!"
"Oh!" Coachman exclaimed as Jessica's head whipped to the side from the slap.
"As expected, Melina has no respect for anyone," Michael retorted as Melina smirked viciously.
"Come on Michael! She's the Women's Champion. If the other Divas want her respect they'll have to earn it!" Coachman replied.
Jessica scowled as she slowly faced Melina, glaring at the condescending smirk of the champion. The two circled the ring again, before locking up with more vigor, growling from the effort as the two women tried to outpower the other.
"A more violent lock up. Jessica seems to be... almost on equal footing with the champion," Cole noted.
"I cannot believe you just said that with a straight face Michael," Coachman retorted as the two women broke away from each other again, before Jessica harshly shoved Melina, much to the amusement of the fans. "Whoa! Whoa!"
"Jessica is not in the mood for Melina's antics!" Michael exclaimed.
"You can't treat the Women's Champion like that! Show some respect!" Coachman snapped.
Melina glared at the unimpressed frown on Jessica's face. The two locked up for a third time, but only briefly, as Melina quickly pulled Jessica into a headlock.
"Strong headlock from the champion," Cole noted as Jessica grunted, backing Melina up into the ropes, pushing her off and making her rebound off the opposite ropes. "Oh wow!"
Melina ran right into a dropkick from Jessica, the fans cheering as Jessica caught the reigning Women's Champion in the chin, flooring her. "That caught Melina by surprise!"
Jessica stood as Melina held her mouth in pain. The Chicagoan forced Melina to her feet, putting the Paparazzi Princess' arm over her shoulder.
"Whoa! Oh my word!" Coach exclaimed as Jessica lifted Melina off her feet with a modicum of strength, before planting Melina on her shoulders with a back suplex.
"Back suplex!" Michael cried out, the fans voicing their appreciation as Jessica immediately popped up into a bridge. "And into a beautiful bridge! Jessica going for the pin on the champion!"
1...
"Why the heck do you sound so excited?!" Coachman snapped.
2...
Melina powered out of Jessica's bridging pin after the two count, rolling onto her knees with wide eyes.
"And Melina kicks out! But Jessica has the champion all out of sorts!" Michael commented.
"No she doesn't!" Coachman snapped as Jessica, not giving Melina anytime to recuperate, quickly pulled Melina to her feet and whipped her towards the ropes. "She just caught the champion by surprise! That is all!"
When Melina rebounded off the ropes, Jessica lifted her long leg, going for a roundhouse kick, only for the Women's Champion to duck before rolling Jessica up in a quick schoolgirl pin.
"Jessica misses the roundhouse kick. Pinning attempt here," Michael noted.
1...
2...
"And Jessica gets the shoulders up."
As soon as the two Divas stood up, Jessica caught Melina with a spinning back kick to the stomach, making the Latin-American hunch over in pain, quickly following up with a kick to the hunched over champion's chest, making her rise up with a cry of pain, nearly stumbling off her feet, the fans reacting with a wince. "Goodness me!"
Jessica blitzed Melina with a series of Muay Thai style kicks, dazing the champion, each kick making the fans verbally wince.
"Look at those kicks! Ouch!" Coachman winced, watching as every one of Jessica's kicks hit its mark on Melina, rocking the champion.
"Jessica is assaulting the body of Melina with those kicks!" Michael exclaimed. Jessica spun in a clockwise motion, going for a large reverse roundhouse kick to finish her blazing combo. "Those long, powerful legs of Jessica blitzing Melina! Look out!"
Melina ducked the kick, causing Jessica to miss wildly. "Jessica misses!"
"Jessica got a bit too overconfident!" Coachman said.
Melina then grabbed Jessica from behind, pushing her into the ropes and rolling her backwards into an O'Conner roll pin attempt, grabbing the women's shorts.
"Now Melina, going for another pin attempt and wait a minute, she's got a hold of Jessica's shorts!" Michael noticed as well as the fans, who booed at Melina's cheating ways. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"Ha! I love it! Melina is so bad!" Coachman laughed.
Unfortunately for Melina, the referee also saw what she was up to.
"Hey! Melina! No grabbing the shorts!" the official warned her.
"Thank god the referee caught her," Michael sighed in relief.
"Look! I'm not doing anything!" Melina replied, quickly releasing Jessica, holding her arms up in defense, glaring at the fans when they booed and jeered at her. "Shut up!"
"Don't do it again or I'll disqualify you," the referee warned.
Melina just rolled her eyes and turned around, right into a stinging reverse roundhouse kick from Jessica, sending the Latin American crumbling to the canvas in a daze, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight. "Oh lord!"
"NO!" Coachman cried out in fear.
"Melina took her eye off Jessica for a moment, and Jessica made her pay for it with an impactful reverse roundhouse kick!" Michael exclaimed as Jessica scrambled into the cover, imploring the referee to count. "The cover!"
1...
2...
"Melina kicks out!"
"Oh geez..." Coachman sighed in relief as Melina got her shoulder up before the 3 count, making Jessica sigh and give the referee a look, while the fans reacted with excitement at the slightly close three count. "It's okay... it's okay! Even if she beats Melina tonight she still wouldn't be the champion. I-It's okay!"
"You okay over there Coach?" Michael questioned in amusement.
"I'm fine!" Coachman snapped.
Jessica pulled Melina's supine form in line with the nearest turnbuckle, before climbing up it herself.
"Uh-oh! Jessica, going up top!" Cole noted.
"It looks like she's gonna do something risky!" Coachman added as Jessica continued to climb the turnbuckle, back facing the ring, looking like she was about to go for a moonsault off the top ropes.
Jessica steadied herself on the top rope, preparing to launch herself off it, when Melina suddenly popped up onto her feet and shoved Jessica clean off the turnbuckle, sending her plummeting to the hard floor below.
"Oh no!" Michael gasped as Jessica crashed and burned outside the ring, making the fans release a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.
"God! What a nasty fall!" Coachman exclaimed.
"Fall?! She was pushed off!" Michael retorted.
The WWE fans winced at the way Jessica landed on the ground outside, and then booed viciously at the devilish grin that appeared on Melina's face as she leaned against the turnbuckle, smiling down at Jessica. "Look at that evil grin. Melina is an evil, horrible person."
"Would you shut up?! She's just misunderstood!" Coachman retorted.
Melina left the ring and slowly sauntered towards Jessica, who was squirming in pain, clutching at her right arm. "Melina's just taking her time now."
"I think... I think Jessica may have injured her right arm when she was pushed off the top ropes," Michael said in worry.
"And I can guarantee you, Melina will use that to her advantage," Coachman added.
Melina grabbed the right arm of Jessica, roughly pulling her to her feet and slamming her head-first into the ring post, dazing the Chicagoan. Melina then grabbed Jessica's right arm, placing a boot on the ringpost and pulling hard, letting loose a piercing shriek as she pulled on Jessica's arm. "Oh boy look at this!"
"Melina has Jessica in a painful situation!" Michael said as Jessica cried out in pain, trying desperately to pry Melina's hands away from her arm.
"Is she trying to pull her arm off?!" Coachman exclaimed, the fans booing at the sight.
After a little warning from the official, Melina eventually let go of Jessica's arm and threw her back in the ring.
Melina rolled in after her and quickly grabbed Jessica's right arm, applying a Fujiwara armbar, making Jessica cry out in pain.
"The Fujiwara armbar! That tears at the forearms, the biceps, the pectoral muscles!" Michael said as Melina pulled Jessica's arm back in a painful way. "A very painful submission."
"This is why Melina is one of the greatest Women's Champions ever! She zoned in on that arm straight away!" Coachman complimented. "You take out that arm, and you take out most of Jessica's power moves, the GTS and the Koji Clutch!"
"Do you wanna give up Jessica?" the official asked, getting a pained shake of the head from the Chicagoan as Melina continued to viciously pull Jessica's arm back.
A decent 'Jessica' chant resounded throughout the arena as the fans encouraged Jessica to stay in it. Hearing the fans chanting, Jessica reached out with her free arms, her hope dwindling as she realised that the ropes were too far for her.
"Jessica, seemingly willing herself to fight on!" Michael said. Jessica continued to cry out in pain as Melina continued to pull and wrench on her right arm, desperately reaching for the distant ropes with her free arm. "But she has nowhere to go! The ring ropes are out of her reach."
"She's in a very bad spot. Melina targeted her right arm, positioning her body so that she's in between Jessica and the nearest ring ropes. Jessica may have to tap," Coachman observed as Melina smirked viciously and pushed herself up into a near-bridge with her feet, applying more pressure and making Jessica scream in pain, making the fans wince at the sight, chanting 'Jessica! Jessica! Jessica!' even louder. "Oh god!"
"Melina's gonna snap that arm in half!" Cole exclaimed as Jessica squirmed and yelled in pain, her arm being bent at an awkward angle.
Jessica breathed rapidly and painfully as Melina continued to wrench at her right arm, before suddenly rolling onto her back, making Melina yelp, caught off-guard as the Chicagoan rolled her backwards into a pin, putting all her body weight on Melina's legs for extra leverage. "And Jessica rolls Melina into a desperate pin attempt!"
"Whoa!" Coachman exclaimed.
1...
2...
"And Melina kicks out!" Cole said as Melina powered out just after the 2 count, both women scrambling away from each other. "Jessica survives!"
"Yeah but how much damage has Melina done to that arm!" Coachman wondered as Melina slowly pulled herself up onto a knee, while Jessica was trying to pull herself up onto her feet, glaring at the champion as she cradled her injured right arm with a grimace. "Jessica was in that armbar for quite a while! She can't even-"
The fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight of Jessica stepping up onto Melina's thigh as she rose to her feet, catching the Latin-American in the back of her head with a kick. "Oh!"
"Step-up enziguri!" Cole called as Melina crumbled to the mat in a daze. "Flooring the champion!"
Jessica rose to her feet with a scowl, wincing in pain as she held her right arm close to her chest, before taking off running as Melina groggily rose to her feet.
"WHOOAA!" Coach exclaimed, eyes wide as Jessica leaped up onto the second ropes, using her free left arm to steady herself, before backflipping off the ropes.
"Springboard moonsault with one hand!" Cole cried out, the fans cheering wildly as the Chicago native flattened Melina with her whole body. "Jessica's fighting back into this!"
"She did that with one-hand?!" Coachman exclaimed in shock. Jessica rose to her feet, taking off with a yell as Melina slowly and groggily tried to pull herself together. "What's this now?!"
"Oh!" Cole exclaimed as Jessica rebounded off the ropes, somersaulting over the Latin-American as she was rising to a knee, grabbing her head and slamming the back of the champion's head into the mat, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "Running Neckbreaker! Jessica is on a role!"
"How is she doing this?!" Coachman cried out as Jessica scrambled into the cover.
"Cover!" Michael noted, the fans counting with the referee.
1...
2...
Melina raised her shoulders before the three count, gripping at her neck with a pained scowl as Jessica panted, adrenaline coursing through her. "And Melina kicks out at two! Jessica is upping the ante against our Women's Champion tonight!"
"Don't say that!" Coach snapped as Jessica stood and forced Melina onto her feet, pulling her towards the nearest corner, before lifting her up and suspending the champion upside down in the corner. "Oh no..."
"Tree of Woe! You know what happens next Coach!" Michael said as the fans roared in excitement, also knowing what Jessica was about to do.
"I don't think I can watch!" Coachman exclaimed.
Jessica looked to be preparing to run to the opposite corner of the ring, when Melina reached up and grabbed a handful of her long black hair just as the Chicago-born Diva took off, slamming the back of Jessica's head painfully against the canvas.
"Oh man! Jessica appeared to be going for Sweet Dreams, when Melina grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed the back of Jessica's head against the canvas!" Michael exclaimed as the fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.
"Phew! That was close!" Coachman added with a sigh of relief for Melina.
Melina unhooked her legs from under the top ropes, flipping off the corner. She landed on Jessica, straddling the Chicago-born Diva and proceeded to ram her head repeatedly into the canvas, letting loose a bout of piercing raged-filled screams, while also drawing a barrage of boos from the Virginia crowd.
"And there is that evil mean streak of Melina," Cole commented as Melina continued to repeatedly bash the back of Jessica's head against the mat.
"That's the greatest thing about Melina, Cole!" Coachman replied.
Melina eventually rose up and off Jessica, glaring at the fans with a thick scowl as they voiced their displeasure, standing over the Chicagoan. Melina held her arms out in a lazy manner, as if welcoming the loud boos from the audience, the negative jeering from the fans increasing in volume when a wicked smirk appeared on the champion's face.
"Look at that wicked smirk. She just loves to wind the fans up doesn't she," Michael commented.
"That's why she is so great!" Coachman replied excitedly.
"You think everything about Melina is great," Michael retorted in annoyance.
"That's cuz it is!" Coachman responded. Melina grabbed a fist full of Jessica's locks, slowly pulling the Chicago native onto her feet, all with an evil smirk on her face as Jessica appeared to be out of it. "This match is over. Melina has Jessica in the palm of her-"
Jessica suddenly lifted Melina onto her shoulders, making the Women's Champion release a squeal of surprise, flailing her arms and legs in a panic. "NO!"
"Whoa! Whoa! GTS! GTS!" Michael exclaimed, the fans screaming out in excitement.
"No! Do something Melina! Counter it! Reverse it! Do something!" Coachman pleaded.
Jessica went for the Go To Sleep, only for Melina to slip off and behind the black-haired woman, forcing Jessica to lean back as she grabbed her from behind, letting loose a piercing shriek, setting up for the Primal Scream.
"Melina reversed it! And now she's setting up for the Primal Scream!" Cole exclaimed.
"Yes! Primal Scream time!" Coachman added. To Melina's rising annoyance, Jessica began to walk forwards with her pure leg strength, pulling Melina with her. "What's she doing?"
"Jessica trying anything to avoid the Primal Scream," Michael noted. Melina scowled viciously, and repeatedly drove her knee into the back of Jessica's head, making the fans boo and wince at the Latin-American's brutality. "Oh god! Melina viciously kneeing Jessica in the back of her head!"
"That's that mean streak from the champion," Coachman noted as Jessica's arms went limp, seemingly knocked loopy from the knee strikes to the back of her head. Melina released another scream, preparing to lift her leg for another Primal Scream attempt. "I think Jessica is out! Melina's gonna hit the Primal Scream to-"
Jessica suddenly lifted her legs, using the middle and top ropes to launch herself backwards and over a surprised and caught off guard Melina.
"Oh!" Michael exclaimed as Jessica planted the Women's Champion back-first into the canvas, to a loud and ruckus 'Ohhh!' from the fans. "Shiranui!"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Coachman cried out.
"Jessica countered the Primal Scream with a Shiranui!" Michael exclaimed as Jessica pulled Melina's legs up, stacking her up in a pin attempt. "Jessica will not go away so easily!"
One!
"No!" Coachman exclaimed.
Two!
"NO!"
Thre-
"And Melina powers out at two and a half!" Michael cried out, as Melina managed to power out, the fans screaming at the close count, Jessica's eyes wide. "Wow! Jessica was half a second away from the biggest upset victory of her career!"
"Oh thank the gods!" Coachman exclaimed dramatically.
Melina rolled out of the ring to take a breather, while Jessica sat on her knees in the ring, starting to get a little frustrated.
"It looks like Melina is taking a breather," Michael noted. "Jessica is giving her one heck of a fight right now."
"I wanna know where the heck all this came from?!" Coachman snapped. "How dare she surprise the champion like this?!"
Jessica stood up as she watched Melina stumble around ringside, trying to catch her breath. Jessica glanced at the ropes to her left, then at Melina before looking at the ropes again, a plan formulating in her mind.
"Jessica has that look in her eye. She's thinking of something," Michael noted.
"I don't like this..." Coachman added, watching Jessica nervously.
Jessica ran the ropes, rebounding off it at top speed, the fans going into overdrive when they realized what the 21 year old from Chicago was about to do. "Oh no! Wait just a minute!"
"No?! She's not gonna do this?! She's not gonna do this?!" Cole exclaimed, eyes wide as he quickly caught on to what Jessica was about to do. "It's too risky Jessica!"
"Melina! Get outta the way!" Coachman cried out.
Jessica catapulted herself through the bottom and middle ropes, rocketing straight through a clueless Melina and sending the current Women's Champion flying off her feet, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the force and velocity in which the Chicagoan collided with Melina.
"Oh my goodness!" Michael exclaimed in shock as both women crashed to the floor. "Jessica just destroyed the Women's Champion!"
"Melina got turned inside out!" Coachman cried out.
Jessica rose to her feet, letting loose a passionate yell, extremely fired up as the arena exploded into a sea of cheers at the risky manoeuvre.
"That was unbelievable! Jessica went low and ploughed straight through Melina with a suicide dive!" Michael exclaimed, still in shock.
"My gosh! I hope Melina's okay!" Coachman said worriedly.
Jessica forced Melina back onto her feet, before throwing the Latin-American back into the ring.
Jessica followed soon after, and quickly scooped Melina up, placing her in the Tree of Woe position.
"Uh-oh! Jessica's setting up for Sweet Dreams again!" Cole said as the fans cheered in excitement, hoping that Jessica would be able to hit it this time.
"Melina's out! I don't think she'll be able to stop this one!" Coachman added.
Jessica bolted towards the opposite turnbuckle, rebounding off it and running at Melina at full speed, slamming into the champion with a low dropkick right to the face.
"Oh! Sweet Dreams!" Cole exclaimed as the fans let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight of Jessica's boots slamming into the side of Melina's face.
"Good grief..." Coachman groaned as Jessica pulled Melina's still form off the turnbuckle and quickly dragged her into the middle of the ring before going for the pin.
"Jessica hit the Sweet Dreams! And now going for the cover!" Michael Cole noted.
1...
2...
"And Melina kicks out at two!" The fans in the arena groaned at the close count.
"Yes! The champ still has some fight left in her!" Coachman exclaimed happily.
Jessica glared down at the Latin-American, before a small smirk appeared on her face. She stood up and placed her hands against her head, a devious smile on her face as she tilted her head, signalling for another GTS.
"Uh-Oh, Jessica's signalling for a second Go To Sleep!" Michael realised as Melina groggily made it back to her feet.
"No, no! Look out Melina!" Coachman yelled out.
Melina turned around, only to find herself up on Jessica's shoulders for a second time, the fans roaring in anticipation.
"Melina, up on Jessica's shoulders again!" Michael Cole exclaimed.
"NO!" Coachman cried out.
Melina suddenly raked at Jessica's left eye, temporarily blinding her and allowing her to slip off Jessica's shoulders. "Wait... what just happened there?!"
"She countered the GTS! Again!" Coachman cried out.
Before Jessica could comprehend what happened, Melina already had a hold of her, quickly slamming her leg down on Jessica's head for the Primal Scream, making the back of her head slam into the canvas with a loud 'Ohhh!' from the audience.
"Oh! Primal Scream!" Cole exclaimed as Melina posed dramatically, raising her right arm with a smug grin, whilst keeping her leg draped over Jessica for the split-leg pin.
"Bam! The Primal Scream!" Coachman exclaimed happily.
1...
2...
3!
"YES!"
The crowd let loose a negative reaction as Melina stood up as the victor, "Paparazzi" playing throughout the arena.
"Here's your winner, Melina!" Justin Roberts announced as the referee lifted Melina's arm in victory, a huge smug grin on her face as the fans booed her angrily, all having seen exactly how she defeated the Chicago-native.
Melina retrieved the Women's Championship before climbing the turnbuckle opposite the timekeepers area, holding it over her head with a taunting smirk directed at the fans, making them boo harder.
"What a match! Though I'm not surprised Melina came out of this the winner," Coachman said with a smug grin. "Jessica never stood a chance."
"She was pretty close to beating Melina, Coach! And I'm pretty sure she did something to Jessica's eye," Cole replied as Jessica sat against the barricade, glaring up at the Women's Champion with a hand over her left eye. Melina smirked slyly down at her and winked, making Jessica scowl in frustration and anger at herself for letting the wily champion get the better of her like that.
"So? This is Melina we're talking about. She'll do anything to win," Coachman retorted with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah but-" Michael was cut off by the lights suddenly cutting off, covering the entire arena in pitch black darkness as the audience erupted in cheers. "What the... the lights have gone out!"
"I have a bad feeling about this Cole!" Coachman exclaimed fearfully.
Slowly, the darkness suddenly lit up into a dark ghoulish purple colour, to reveal Melina no longer standing on the ropes, but in the middle of the ring, looking around frantically with a fearful expression on her face. "What's going on?!"
"I have no idea Coach!" Michael replied.
The titantron came to life as nothing but purple smoke appeared on the screen.
"Your time is fading..."
The fans let loose a monstrous pop when Tara appeared through the purple smoke, wearing an opened up black leather trench coat, that exposed the black V-neck full bodysuit she wore, revealing a large amount of cleavage. She also wore a black open crown hat, concealing her face as she walked slowly through the smoke and towards the camera.
"Melina... you are running out of time. At the Royal Rumble, you will pay for your sins and finally, Rest... In... Peace..." Tara said as she lifted her head up, rolling her golden eyes back, receiving another large reaction from the fans.
The titantron then shut off as all of the lights in the arena came back on. Melina stood in the middle of the ring, glaring up at the titantron with a thick angry scowl on her face, the WWE Women's Championship held in her hand.
"Chilling words from the Princess of Death Valley..." Cole said.
"Melina does not look happy. She doesn't look happy at all!" Coachman replied nervously as Melina continued to scowl up at the titantron with a look of rage on her face.
Melina took a step forward, looking to leave the ring, when a lightning bolt struck the ring right in front of her, mere inches away from her feet.
The Latin-American Diva stumbled off her feet in shock and fear, her title flying out of her hands. Some of the fans jumped in fright at the unexpected lightning bolt, staring at the ring with wide eyes as smoke rose from where the lightning bolt had struck.
"Whoa!" Michael exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat in fear.
"Th-that was a lightning bolt!" Coachman stuttered.
Melina was very still as she stared at where the lightning bolt had struck the ring, thoroughly spooked as "Rest in Peace" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena. "Melina is scared stiff! She's frozen!"
"Did you see how close that bolt of lightning was to hitting Melina?!" Cole exclaimed.
"I thought she was gonna get electrocuted!" Coachman cried out.
"Melina sent a message to Tara on Raw! And now Tara has sent her one right back!" Cole said as Melina seemed to snap out of her frozen state, grabbing her title and cautiously exiting the ring, eyes still wide with fear as she hastily walked up the ramp, hugging her Women's Championship close to her body.
. . . .
Later...
Roxanna sat with Melina in the lounge area, watching The Undertaker take on Big Daddy V. Melina winced along with Roxanna and the WWE fans as Big Daddy V slammed all of his weight onto the Deadman.
Roxanna was wearing a fresh pair of clothes, her black hair damp, and a white towel hanging off her shoulders, having gotten out of the Divas locker room shower. She was wearing a plain black yoga-top, black skin-tight leather pants, and her heeled black boots. Her leather bikers jacket was seen resting on the couch.
"Ouch. He's gonna feel that tomorrow," Melina commented, while Roxanna chuckled.
"Yeah. But he won't show it. He's stubborn like that," Roxanna replied.
Big Daddy V looked to cause Undertaker more pain, when the Deadman grabbed his left arm and placed his right leg under the chin of Big Daddy, while his left leg rested against the back of the big man's head.
The Undertaker locked his hands behind Big Daddy's head, pushing his leg against the big man's throat whilst at the same time pushing his head into his leg, choking the dark-skinned man out.
Melina raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in confusion at the new submission the Undertaker had caught the big man in, gulping slightly when she saw Big Daddy visibly bleeding out from the mouth.
"What kind of move is that?!" she exclaimed as Big Daddy V tapped out almost instantly.
"It's a modified Gogoplata," Roxanna answered as "Rest in Peace" blasted throughout the arena, appearing unfazed when Undertaker eventually released the hold, giving everyone a clear view of the blood pouring out of the big man's mouth.
"It looks very effective..." Melina said in slight fear.
"It is. Me and Mark spent last Friday night trying to come up with ways to make Tara and The Undertaker more frightening, and I suggested the Modified Gogoplata," Roxanna explained.
Melina stared at Roxanna with slightly fearful eyes. "You're not gonna use that on me at the Royal Rumble are ya?! I-I don't feel like dying from a simple submission!"
Roxanna laughed.
"Don't worry. It doesn't really make ya bleed out. Nelson was using blood capsules so there's no harm done," the tall woman replied, quelling Melina's fear.
"You could have at least told me that instead of letting me freak myself out for no reason..." Melina grumbled with a pout, making Roxanna chuckle.
All of a sudden Roxanna's mobile phone rang, a small smile crossing her face when she realised who was calling her.
"I've gotta take this. Be back soon," she told Melina, before walking out of the room, leaving Melina on her own for the time being.
Roxanna shut the door behind her and looked around to make sure no one was watching her, or within sight before answering.
"Hey! It's been a long time hasn't it?" she questioned with a chuckle.
Roxanna paused as she heard what the unknown person she was talking to had to say, frowning slightly.
"Are you sure you wanna do that?" she asked skeptically.
"Okay, okay, fine!" she replied, when the individual sounded slightly agitated, pausing again when the unknown person spoke.
"Alright... meet me at the hotel, Sunday morning. And make sure no one sees you! They'll start asking questions I don't think you wanna answer yet," Roxanna said, pausing when the unknown person responded.
"Alright. See you there. Bye!"
Roxanna hung up the phone and shook her head lightly, an amused smile gracing her face.
Sunday is gonna be a wild night.
Royal Rumble 2008: Manhattan, New York - Madison Square Garden, January 27, 2008
Sheree laid in the middle of the ring in the large historic arena that was Madison Square Garden, with her hands behind her head, a relaxed expression on her face. It was a few hours before the Pay-Per-View would officially begin, so the large arena was relatively quiet, while backstage everyone was either waiting for the Pay-Per-View to start or preparing for their matches, so it was pretty hectic.
The young woman wore a black leather jacket, black skin-tight pants and a pair of black Nike sneakers. Underneath her jacket was a simple black tank top.
Even before Sheree started wrestling, she loved to come out to the ring and just relax. When she did finally start wrestling, she would do a small work out and prepare for her matches, before coming out to relax in the ring. She enjoyed the silence, that was completely different to the noise backstage. And checking out the scenery of such a spectacular stage was always breathtaking. It also calms her nerves, mentally preparing her for a huge big match such as the one she'll be competing in later tonight. It may not be as huge as the WWE Championship match between Randy and Jeff, but it was still a big deal to her.
Sheree looked to her right, quickly noticing the announce tables. Instead of being opposite the stage, the announce team from Raw, SmackDown and ECW would be commentating on the right side of the ring. The stage was practically nonexistent. There was no big platform or rampway. Instead they had a simple and short walkway, with tall light fixtures lining either side of the walkway, separating the audience from the path. The titantron was small, being positioned over automatic double doors, which she thought was the best part of the set. She liked the big sets and the bright lights, but she also had a special kind of appreciation for small and simple sets like this.
This was her first Pay-Per-View match since debuting in WWE two years ago. She was a little nervous, but she knew that was normal for her. She was also a little nervous about her mother coming to watch her fight. She knew she was going to have to tell her friends about her relation to Jane Huxley sooner or later. She just didn't think it would be so soon.
Sheree closed her eyes and breathed in and out, calming the nerves that had begun to surface. She knew she will be fine, so she had nothing to worry about.
Sheree felt the ring bounce slightly, letting her know that someone had entered the ring. She didn't mind. Silence was also nice when enjoying it with a friend.
"Hey... are you gonna continue ignoring me or are you actually going to say hello?"
Sheree's eyes snapped open at the familiar feminine voice, staring up at the woman standing over her in shock.
The woman looked exactly like her, the only difference being, she had straight black hair. The woman wore a black leather jacket, and wore a "Stone Cold" Steve Austin themed T-shirt underneath. She also wore faded jeans and plain black sneakers.
"J-Jenna! What are you doing here?!" Sheree stuttered, sitting up on her elbows, still shocked to see her twin sister standing before her.
"What? Can't I visit my twin sister?" Jenna asked with a playful smirk on her face.
"That doesn't answer my question," Sheree replied, sitting up fully, crossing her legs.
"Alright, keep your dress on!" Jenna replied as she sat down next to Sheree. "If you must know, I'm here on a job."
"Job? What kind of job?" Sheree asked curiously.
"You heard about the new female commentator right?" Jenna asked with a smirk.
"Yes but-" Jenna's smirk widened when she saw a look of realization on Sheree's face. "You're the new commentator?!"
Jenna laughed in amusement at her sister's loud and shocked reaction. "Yep. I'll be joining The King and good ol' JR on commentary tonight, and on Raw from now on."
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Sheree exclaimed with a slight pout at Jenna keeping this piece of info away from her.
"I wanted to surprise you," Jenna answered with a smile.
"Well it worked. Jeez... and I thought mom making an appearance was surprising enough," Sheree commented.
"You haven't told anyone have you..." Jenna stated with a serious expression on her face.
Sheree sighed. "Only a select few knows. And Mr. McMahon obviously. The rest are completely in the dark about it."
"And they're completely in the dark about me too," Jenna quipped, an amused mischievous Huxley smirk on her face, making Sheree sigh at the look on her face. "You do know that she's gonna have a lot of fun messing around with them right?"
"I know, so troublesome..." Sheree groaned.
Jenna laughed outright. "You're one to talk!"
Sheree rolled her eyes. "I'm just glad she won't be here until the show starts."
Jenna suddenly grew nervous, smiling sheepishly, making Sheree stare at her suspiciously.
"What? What's the matter?" Sheree asked.
"Uhh..." Jenna hesitated, causing Sheree to roll her eyes with a smile.
"Spit it out Jenna," she said, slightly amused by the woman's sudden nervousness.
"Well... mom will be here a little early," she told Sheree, making her raise an eyebrow at the news.
"How early are we talking here?"
"Like... umm... right now early."
. . . .
Mick Foley made his way to the door that led to the backstage area, nodding in appreciation to the security guards that were making sure no sneaky fans tried to sneak their way into the backstage area.
Everyone was going to be very busy tonight. They could do without the stupidity of a couple fans. The revs of a motorbike alerted him that someone had arrived, so he wasn't surprised when Roxanna entered his field of vision on her black, custom West Coast Chopper Ghost that was decorated with purple flames.
What surprised him and deeply worried him was the familiar black Dodge Charger 1969, that followed closely behind Roxanna and parked next to her bike.
Mick has done a lot of things in his career that would terrify most men, but he did it all with a crazed smile on his face. But nothing terrified him more than the sight of that woman appearing at a WWE event. Please tell me I'm seeing things...
Roxanna took off her helmet, shaking out her ebony locks and stepped off the bike, while the door to the Dodge Charger opened, revealing a heeled boot.
Mick visibly paled at the sight of a beautiful, voluptuous light-tanned woman stepping out of the car. She was wearing an opened up black leather jacket, a black belly-baring tank top that showed off her firm toned abdomen, jeans and a black belt with a skull as the buckle. Hiding underneath the top was a silver chain necklace that looked to be attached to something.
The woman looked to be in her early forties, and had killer blue eyes and dark shoulder-length brunette hair.
Mick gulped at the mischievous, yet dangerous gleam in her piercing blue eyes that made him uneasy. That uneasiness intensified greatly when the woman caught sight of him, a wide almost cheshire-like smirk stretching across her face as the duo walked towards him.
"Roxanna... what in the 7 hells have you brought onto our doorstep?" Mick questioned, surprising himself with how calm he was, considering his old heart was beating nearly as fast as it was when he was thrown off the cell.
An amused smirk appeared on the woman's face, while Roxanna chuckled nervously. The security guards watching the encounter exchanged confused glances.
"Who is that?"
"Got no idea, but she is hot!"
"Good to see you remember me Mick," the brunette-haired woman said, a heavy English accent with a hint of a Boston accent coming through as she spoke.
"How could I forget?!" the Hardcore legend snapped. "You crazy woman! What are you doing here Jane?!"
Jane's smirk widened even more. "Now... telling you that would ruin the fun."
Mick's eyes narrowed. "Jane..."
"Okay, okay... I'm here for my baby girl," Jane revealed with a grin.
Mick frowned. "You have a daughter that works for WWE? That can't be right... I would have-"
Mick suddenly trailed off, his eyes widening as he came to a sudden realization. "Sheree..."
"Wow," Jane quipped with a giggle. "You put two and two together quickly..."
Mick was frozen, nearly gobsmacked. I can't believe it! A Huxley! In WWE?! Right under our noses this whole time?! How did I not recognize her before?! She has the same goddamn smirk as this hellcat!
Mick shook his head and held his arms out wide. "I can't let you through Jane. You are banned."
Roxy's eyes widened, shaking her head frantically at the old man from behind Jane. What are you doing Mick?!
Jane grinned. "I'm I now? Don't recall hearing anything about that..."
Mick's eyes widened as the look in the woman's blue eyes became downright dangerous, a faint scowl on her lips as she glowered at him.
"Move aside..."
Mick's arms fell, and he wordlessly moved out of Jane's way, the woman's vicious, wide smile, sending shivers down the security guards spine, their eyes widening at what they just witnessed.
Jane wordlessly walked past the legend, Roxanna placing a hand on the shoulder of the still wide-eyed pale Mick Foley with a frown. "You know better than to provoke her Mick..."
"I know... I'm sorry..."
Roxanna followed after Jane who had paused in front of the security guards, smirking mischievously at the pair of them.
"You boys that think I'm hot don't have a problem with me being here... right?"
The two men paled, making Jane laugh, walking past them and through the door that led to the backstage area. "I've got ears boys!"
Roxanna smiled sympathetically at the pair.
"Sorry bout that..." she apologized before going after Jane, leaving the security guards and Mick Foley alone.
The Hardcore legend sighed, shaking his head.
I cannot believe I just let hell stroll into WWE territory!
. . . .
"You could have been nicer to Mick ya know," Roxanna commented to the smirking brunette, who rolled her eyes.
"He was being annoying," Jane grumbled, before chuckling. "Besides, his face was priceless!"
"I'm pretty sure he nearly pissed his pants back there," Roxanna said, making Jane let loose a hearty laugh.
"If so, I should have taken a picture! Bet the fans would have loved to see that!" the woman laughed, making Roxanna shake her head at the brunette's dark sense of humor.
"You're unbelievable," she muttered with a sigh.
"Hey... do you know why he didn't want me to come in? I know I can be pretty intimidating, and I know I'm not exactly allowed back here but... I ain't that bad right?" Jane questioned, staring up at the taller woman with a frown.
Roxanna stared at Jane with a deadpan look. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
Jane laughed, making Roxanna sigh.
"I think it's because the board was always wary of you. After you went off on Tammy all those years ago, WWE didn't want a confrontation between you and Stephanie, seeing as you two are complete opposites," Roxanna explained.
"That's so stupid!" Jane exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. "Tammy I get, but the princess?! I don't even know her! How'd they know we won't get along?!"
"Do you really need me to answer that? Your reputation is infamous! You fly off the handle if anybody even looks at you funny!" Roxanna snapped, making Jane look away in slight embarrassment. "Nobody is forgetting how you nearly bit Tammy's head off!"
Jane rolled her eyes. "All I did was tell the truth. And it ain't like she didn't have it coming! Someone had to put that dumb bitch in her place! And the boys back here were apparently too afraid or too busy railing her to say something!"
Roxanna sighed at Jane's choice of words. "You don't have to say it like that..."
"Just being honest," Jane quipped, shrugging nonchalantly. "Do you know where my daughter is?"
"She's probably in the canteen. Come on. I'll take you there," Roxanna said.
The two then proceeded to head towards the canteen, completely oblivious to Paul Lévesque watching them walk away with a shocked expression on his face, his eyes trained on the back of Jane as they both disappeared from view.
Paul turned swiftly on his feet, heading towards his father-in-law's office. He knew the old man was in a meeting, but he had to know as soon as possible. He needed to know that Hellcat Huxley was in the building.
Damn it Roxy! What the hell were you thinking bringing Jane "Hellcat" Huxley here?!
. . . .
Christy yawned as she sat next to Dray. She couldn't help it. This meeting was boring the hell out of her. Dray put a hand on her leg and squeezed gently, silently telling her to hang on for just a little more.
They were going through some last minute stuff, going through all the matches and looking at all the entrants for the Royal Rumble, making sure everything was in the right place.
Christy was just about to nod off when the door burst open.
Everyone turned to find Paul standing near the doorway, looking slightly out of breath.
"What are you doing here Paul?" Vince asked his son-in-law with a raised eyebrow.
"We need to talk," he said after catching his breath, making a few eyebrows rise at the seriousness in his voice.
"Well as you can see, we're pretty busy here Paul," John Laurinaitis replied.
"I know and I'm sorry for barging in like this, but this is really important," the long-haired man replied.
"What's wrong?" Dray asked, staring at the man.
Paul gave Vince a long hard stare before speaking.
"She's here. In the building... right now," he said simply, confusing a lot of people in the room.
"She?" Christy mouthed to Dray in confusion, who just shrugged, also not having a clue what Paul was talking about.
Dray turned towards William, only to see how pale his skin had gone. Vince frowned, clasping his hands in front of his face with a contemplative look on his face. "Are you sure?"
Paul nodded. "Absolutely."
"Will... are you okay?" Christy asked the Englishman, looking slightly worried at the fearful expression on his face.
"H-Hellcat Huxley... is here?!" William gasped in shock.
Audible gasps was heard throughout the room.
"What?!" John Laurinaitis exclaimed.
"Who would let that woman in the building?!"
"Kick her out!"
"Why is she even here?!"
Dray simply smirked, amused as Vince's yes men worked themselves into a frenzy. Christina squealed in excitement.
"Yes! Hellcat Huxley is here?!" she yelled out in excitement.
"I knew this would happen!" William groaned. "I knew as soon as we shifted Sheree into a main event story, she was gonna wanna see it for herself!"
Paul looked at the Englishman in confusion, while Vince chuckled silently, a small smile hidden behind his hands.
"So she's finally turned up here..." Vince said to himself, chuckling in amusement. "And the first thing she does is stroll into the building? This woman doesn't play around huh..."
Dray noticed the old man's unusual behaviour and frowned, narrowing his eyes at the chairman.
"What does Sheree have to do with that crazy woman?!" John Laurinaitis questioned incredulously.
Vince opened his mouth to answer only to be interrupted.
"What crazy woman?"
The whole room went quiet, and they all turned to see Stephanie McMahon and Shane McMahon standing by the door.
"Why do you guys look like you've seen a ghost?" Shane questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"What's going on dad?" Stephanie asked worriedly when she saw the slightly nervous expression on his face.
Vince sighed before looking up at his daughter.
"Stephanie... Shane... I'm about to tell you something important... just promise me you won't freak out."
. . . .
Jeffrey Nero Hardy sat with his brother in the canteen, watching as everyone went about their business and prepared for the Pay-Per-View.
"Are you ready to get your ass whooped Nero?"
Jeff and Matt turned to see Kerry and Randy walking towards them, with Randy pulling along a black suitcase that obviously had the WWE Title inside it.
"Me? Get my ass whooped? You wish Kerry," Jeff retorted with a cocky smirk. Randy couldn't help but scoff at that.
"You won't be so cocky after I lay your ass out tonight," he said with a smirk, making Jeff roll his eyes while Matt chuckled.
"Hey... do any of you guys know where Mick is?" Kerry asked.
"Why? So you can hug him to death?" Randy questioned with a knowing grin.
"What? He's my personal teddy bear! I can't help that he is my favorite wrestler of all time!" Kerry replied before turning around and starting to walk off. "I'm gonna go look for him."
Randy shook his head with an amused smile as he watched her walk off. Kerry was a huge Mick Foley fan. When they first met she almost crushed him. Not that the old man didn't mind it. When he and Kerry did an angle with the hardcore legend back in 2004, he was surprised she managed to maintain character and not randomly crush Mick in a hug in front of the entire world.
He was mildly surprised when Kerry came back a second later, heading straight towards where all the Divas were.
He and Jeff glanced at each other worriedly when they noticed her slightly pale face.
"Err… guys?" she muttered getting the attention of the Divas.
"Hey Kerry. What's up?" Lisa asked with a smile, while Charlotte and Jay glanced at each other, noticing the expression on her face.
"Are you feeling okay Kerry? You look like you've seen a ghost," Jay commented worriedly.
"Err... well... you see..." All of the women's eyes widened when Kerry suddenly started freaking out in front of them, talking so fast they could hardly understand what she was saying, while frantically pointing towards the door that led to the corridors.
The people in the room looked in her direction with a raised eyebrow, before shaking their heads and going about their business, thinking that the normally volatile young woman was exploding into another rant again.
Randy and Jeff looked slightly surprised as they watched the blonde collectively lose her mind.
"I've never seen Kerry lose her head like that before. And she loses it a lot," Randy commented quietly so the frantic woman wouldn't hear him.
"I know. What the hell is wrong with her?" Jeff replied.
"Someone probably pissed her off again. I wouldn't worry about it," Matt quipped.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Melina exclaimed, placing her hands on the blonde-haired woman's shoulders. "Calm down Chica!"
Kerry breathed in and out deeply, calming her nerves.
"Now. What's wrong?" the Women's Champion asked.
Before Kerry could answer she was interrupted by Mickie James.
"HOLY SHIT!"
All the women looked at Mickie, slightly surprised by her outburst. She didn't pay attention to the stares she received. She was too busy staring at the door with wide eyes.
Everyone turned to where she was looking, to see Roxanna standing next to a brunette-haired woman, who had an amused mischievous smirk on her face, looking right at the women.
"I'm seeing things... right?" Jessica muttered in complete shock.
"N-nope..." Kerry replied, almost shaking at the sight of the woman.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Lisa exclaimed shooting to her feet with a shocked look, slamming her hands on the table as Jane and Roxanna walked towards them.
"I don't get it," Maria questioned with a raised brow. "Who is that?"
"Err..." Jay, who was sat next to her just smiled nervously. "It's complicated."
"Do you know who that is?" Randy questioned the Hardy brothers, amused by their sudden silence.
Jeff gulped. "D-Does the name Hellcat Huxley ring any bells?"
Randy's eyes widened, straightening up slightly as he stared at Jane. "... Oh shit."
"Yeah..."
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Lisa exclaimed.
"Nice to see you too Lisa!" Jane quipped, chuckling.
"Don't give me that! How'd you even get in the building?!"
Jane chuckled, the sound sending shivers down the Divas' spine. "Mick let me in. Isn't he nice?"
"After you nearly scared him shitless," Roxy retorted, making all the women stare at Jane with wide eyes.
"S-she's joking right?" Kerry questioned.
Jane smirked devilishly at the blonde-haired woman. "Let's just say he was surprised to see me and leave it at that."
Kerry gulped. Yep. She's the real deal!
"I recognize you..."
Kerry eyed Jane nervously, realising that she was still smirking at her.
"Kerry is it?" Jane inquired.
"Y-yes..."
Jane's smile widened in a way that eased Kerry's nervousness a bit. "I really like your character. You could probably give me a run for my money!"
Kerry blinked in surprise. D-Did THE Hellcat Huxley just compliment me?!
"Who's the old lady?"
The WWE Divas slowly turned and gaped at Phil, who was staring uncaringly at Jane with a can of Pepsi in his hand. Jane raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face.
She pulled out her chain from underneath her shirt and smirked mischievously at the loudmouthed Chicagoan. "Does this jog your memory boy?"
Phil stared with wide eyes at the personalized necklace, with the words 'Huxley' hanging from the chain. The former ECW Champion stared at Jane, completely speechless.
Jane's smirk widened. "And are you sure you should be drinking Pepsi right now?"
Phil stared at the woman for a moment, before wordlessly turning around and walking back to his seat, making the woman laugh.
"Good talk kid!"
"I've never seen him so speechless..." Jessica whispered, shocked.
"You're enjoying this way too much..." Roxanna groaned, making Jane laugh harder.
Melina stared at the laughing woman with wide eyes. "... I think she might be crazy..."
"That's a Huxley in a nutshell hun," Lisa groaned, sighing at the sight.
"Who's the mad woman?" Dave questioned from a faraway table, amused as he watched the commotion.
"Don't even think about it," Mark drawled.
"What?" Dave droned, an innocent smirk on his face.
"She's married," Mark replied. "And you can't handle that brand of crazy..."
"Shit... I know you said she would be here Mark but... damn!" Adam exclaimed. "I didn't think she'd actually show up!"
"That's Jane Huxley for ya!" Oscar laughed. "Chica does what she wants!"
"What?! Jane's here?!"
Ric Flair looked in the Divas direction, and the moment he spotted the diabolical grin, he burst into a bout of laughter that startled Dave. "Jane "Hellcat" Huxley! Well I never!"
Jane's smile widened as Ric advanced towards her with a large grin. "It's been a long time Ric!"
"You troublesome woman!" Ric laughed.
"You guys, that's Hellcat Huxley!" Beth Phoenix blurted out, watching with shock as the two legends conversed like old friends, having a bit of a fangirl moment.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Jay exclaimed. "You mean AJW legend, fight till the bitter end, Queen of Extreme, Hellcat Huxley?!"
"YES!"
At that, any confusion as to who Jane was, was snuffed out. They stared at her in shocked, horrified silence, all knowing exactly who she was.
"Well shit..." Melina exclaimed. "She's that Chica?!"
"Didn't she blow up on Sunny one time?" Dave questioned, raising a brow.
"Yep!" Oscar confirmed with a smirk.
"She's still pissed about that by the way," Mickie muttered.
"Good to know," Jane replied with a grin, though the way she shrugged implied that she didn't care.
"What are you doing here?" Ric asked.
Jane gave him a genuine smile. "I'm here for my daughter."
That shocked everyone listening completely. They had no idea a Huxley was working in the WWE.
Ric stared in confusion, before suddenly laughing out loud, "Oh wow! She looks just like you! How did I not realise that?!"
Jane chuckled. "That's the second time someone's connected the dots. Makes me wonder how she managed to keep it a secret for so long..."
The others however, were absolutely horrified.
"Y-Your daughter is working here... in the WWE?!" Melina stuttered in surprise.
"That's insane!" Phil snapped. "You mean to tell me there was a Huxley right under our noses this entire time?!"
"I agree..." Randy retorted. "I'm having a hard time believing that..."
Jane just turned and gave Roxanna a mischievous smirk. "She hasn't told them has she..."
Roxanna sighed. "Only a select few know."
Jane's smirk widened, releasing a cheeky cackle.
At this point the others just looked confused. They had no idea who Roxanna and Jane were talking about. The ones that did know were currently trying their best not to burst out laughing at the clueless reactions, so it was no surprise to Charlotte, Jessie or even Shawn when a few of their colleagues stared at them with raised eyebrows at their unusual behaviour.
"What's going on here?"
Everyone turned to see Sheree and Jenna walk into the canteen. Upon seeing Jane standing there, they both froze in shock, before Jenna suddenly rushed at the woman and engulfed her in a hug. "Mom!"
Jenna's exclamation caused a few eyes to go wide. Their eyes went even wider when they heard Jane giggle gently and return the hug.
Randy stared at the woman that was smiling brightly at Jane, quickly noticing the close resemblance she had to Sheree.
"Who is she?! And why does she look like you?!" he questioned Sheree, turning towards the suddenly very nervous young woman, who laughed nervously at the attention she was gaining.
"Uhh… she's the new commentator. And my... twin sister," Sheree told them with a sigh, shocking a majority of her friends.
"Your twin sister?!" Mickie James exclaimed. "You never said anything about a twin sister!"
Jane let loose a hearty laugh at that. "Sheree likes to leave people in suspense. Ain't that right kiddo?"
Sheree chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah..."
"Wait..." Lisa muttered, her eyes slowly widened as she connected the dots. "She called Jane mom... and she's your twin... which means that would make you a..."
Sheree sighed, looking off to the side, a blush painting her cheeks as she squirmed beneath her colleagues wide eyed, scrutinizing gaze.
"Yeah... she's my mother," Sheree revealed, causing the canteen to go silent in shock.
"… I'm sorry can you repeat that? I'm not sure I heard you right," Randy blurted out, making Sheree glare at him in annoyance.
"Jane "Hellcat" Huxley is my mother, okay!" she reiterated in annoyance.
Sheree watched as several mouths dropped and eyes widened. She could tell her colleagues wanted to say something, but nothing could quite come out.
"I need to sit down," Kerry suddenly breathed out, eyes wide as she dropped down into a chair.
Anyone that was heavily involved in the industry and was a fan knew the Huxleys or have at least heard of them. A family of extremely gifted professional wrestlers from Manchester, England that gained fame in Japan.
Sheree's parents are among the very long list of wrestlers that could be considered legends of the industry, that hadn't made it to the big bright lights of WWE. Only difference being, they were apart of the rare few that wasn't really interested in making it to WWE, and were content with their success outside of the biggest wrestling company.
If you were a fan of the late 1980's era of Women's Wrestling particularly in Japan, with the likes of Manami Toyota and Aja Kong, then the name Hellcat Huxley will surely ring a bell.
Sheree's family - mainly her parents... and her grandparents... and her cousin... and... okay her whole freaking family! - had a reputation for pissing off a lot of WWE's big stars of the past, or straight up just pissing off anyone for the hell of it. They were brazen and bold. Loud and opinionated, and always seemed to be getting themselves into trouble. But they did it all with that trademark Huxley smirk, never worried about the consequences. WWE have always been wary of the family, not liking Jane's brazen, bold confidence in herself, which is why WWE never looked their way. This feeling intensified, when Jane let loose on Tammy, making WWE keep a firm distance away from the Huxley family, deeming them as too much of a hassle to deal with... until now that is.
"No fucking way!"
"You're kidding right?!"
"A Huxley?! Here?! This whole time!"
"Y-you're Jane "Hellcat" Huxley's daughter?!" Lisa stuttered, staring at Sheree in shock.
Sheree frowned. "I don't blame any of you for being angry with me for keeping this a secret..."
"We ain't angry," Randy muttered shaking his head. "We're just shocked. None of us expected this today."
"Chica... this is awesome!" Melina exclaimed, her eyes wild with excitement. "You're second generation! And to the craziest bunch of wrestling families I've ever known!"
"The Foley's exist!" Jane commented, laughing in amusement. "How are we the craziest bunch?!"
"I ain't answering that," Roxanna grumbled.
"Lighten up Goldie!"
"OKAY! THAT IS WORSE THAN KITTY-KAT! NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN JANE!"
"I just wanna know why you didn't say anything," Beth questioned Sheree.
Sheree opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted.
"I would like to know too."
Everyone turned to see Stephanie McMahon standing by the door with Paul, Vince, Christy, Shane and Dray, all looking slightly shocked to see Jane Huxley standing right in front of them.
Although Stephanie seemed more irritated than shocked, making Sheree's eyes widen at the scary look on her face. Stephanie placed her hands on her hips, staring down the Huxley women through a scrutinizing gaze.
"You've got some explaining to do... Sheree-Louise Huxley."
WWE OC: Profile
Real Name: Jessica Brooks
Ring Name: Jessica
Height: 5'8
Status: WWE Diva
Nickname: N/A
Mentor: Phil Brooks (CM Punk)
Trained by: Tommy Budgen (Tommy End), David Finlay
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Billed from: Chicago, Illinois
Born: February 28, 1986
Wrestling Debut: 2003 (17)
WWE Debut: 2006 (20)
Age: 21
Signature:
Shining Wizard/Corner Bulldog
Sweet Dreams (low Running Missile dropkick to opponent in tree of woe position)
Finisher:
Koji Clutch
GTS (Go To Sleep)
Themes:
"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage (August 1, 2006 – present)