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

10. Dirty Tactics

Chapter 10: Dirty Tactics

As soon as Sheree walked into the gorilla, she was almost immediately swarmed by the Divas, all congratulating her on a job well done.

"Wow! That was amazing Sheree!" Mickie exclaimed, hugging the tired brunette-haired woman.

"Thanks Mickie!" Sheree replied with an appreciative smile on her face, before the two women broke away.

"You certainly caught my attention. Nice job," Chris Jericho praised with a smile. He was in his ring gear, as he would be competing against JBL in a few moments.

"Thanks Chris," Sheree replied with a beaming smile. She was suddenly enveloped in a big hug, making Chris raise an eyebrow, his grin widening.

"Isn't she the best?!" Jane exclaimed with a large smirk, making Sheree whine when she roughed up her hair.

"I don't know about her being the best..." Chris muttered cheekily.

Sheree narrowed her eyes at the man. "Watch it you."

Chris just laughed, walking away from the pair. Jane chuckled and gave the young woman a wide grin.

"You really kicked some ass out there squirt. You let the world know who you are tonight," Jane said, radiating with pride as she praised her exhausted daughter. "Well done."

"Thanks mom," Sheree replied with a tired, but happy smile on her face.

Paul Levesque, who was sat next to Dray, couldn't help but frown as he watched the Huxley women converse. "Is she even allowed in here?"

"She ain't causing any trouble. Loosen up Hunter," Dray chuckled, amused by the man's nervousness.

"I'd love to see you tell one of the Big Five that she ain't allowed in here," JBL commented as he walked past the two men, making Christy giggle as Paul glared at his retreating form.

Stephanie sighed, trying her best to mask her annoyance. "Just roll with it."

The McMahon smiled as Sheree was showered with praise. While she still was on edge over the entire Huxley ordeal, she would be lying if she said Sheree's match with the Glamazon didn't have her on the edge of her seat.

"I'm almost afraid to fight you now," Ashley Massaro joked, approaching Sheree with a grin. "I don't feel like getting my head kicked off!"

"Meh, that shouldn't really be a problem for you," Kerry commented with a lazy shrug. Ashley laughed boisterously in response, putting a smile on the usual tough demeanour of the New York native.

The gorilla was suddenly once again filled with applause as Beth Phoenix finally walked through the curtain, being showered with praise in a similar fashion to Sheree.

The powerful woman beamed and blushed at all the attention she was getting. "Thank you guys!"

She approached Sheree, immediately hugging the Bostonian. She pulled back with an incredulous look on her face as she stared at the smaller brunette. "I didn't know you could pull off a powerbomb like that! I mean... I must have weighed a ton for you!"

Sheree just laughed and flexed her muscles, a smug grin on her face that made the people around her laugh. "What can I say. Having John Cena as a motivator in the gym has made me somewhat freakishly strong!"

"You looked like a superwoman out there!" Barbara Jean Blank, aka Kelly Kelly praised with awe.

"Aww! Thank you Barbie!" Sheree replied, hugging the bubbly blonde. She released Kelly and wrapped an arm around Beth, winking cheekily with a grin. "But next to our resident Wonder Woman here, I pale in comparison."

Kelly laughed, while Beth snorted, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh stop it you!"

The powerful blonde then levelled Sheree with a grin.

"I had a lot of fun out there tonight," she said. "I can't wait to fight you again! Maybe next time we could take it a step further."

"I like the sound of that," Sheree replied, a grin of excitement on her face.

"You girls did a fantastic job tonight," Mr. McMahon called out, surprising the two women. He smirked at them, a headset on his head. "Very... impressive."

Dray eyed the old man with a look of suspicion, but said nothing.

"Vince giving us ladies praise?" Kerry gasped mockingly. "Hell has frozen over!"

The old man rolled his eyes in amusement. "Don't get use to it. Now get outta here! We got a show to run!"

Sheree laughed along with the rest of the WWE Divas, enveloping her grinning mother in a side-hug as they walked out of the gorilla and down the hallway. She glanced to her right, finding John Cena standing off to the side with his face still hidden, a smile on his lips as he looked her way.

Sheree smiled back at the man, before separating from Jane, promising to meet up with her later. Sheree then walked away, heading towards the locker room for a much needed shower.

. . . .

Later...

"Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to an army of boos as Melina's personal photographers swarmed the entrance of the walkway, rolling out the red carpet.

"The Paparazzi Princess has arrived in the Big Apple!" Jonathan Coachman gushed, the double doors opening to reveal the arrogant and braggadocious champion striking a dramatic pose, the Women's Title strapped to her waist. Melina smirked as the audience erupted into a mixed reaction at her appearance, drinking in the loud and massive scenery of a Big 4 Pay-Per-View.

Unclipping the Women's Championship from around her waist, Melina stepped away from the double doors and held the title up above her head with both hands, her smirk widening as she took in the massive crowd of fans, all responding passionately, some with admiration, others with distaste. "What a woman! She steals the spotlight by merely existing! She exudes elegance!"

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Melina!" Lilian Garcia announced as the Paparazzi Princess sauntered down the narrow and short aisle, her personal photographers following her in their rush to take pictures of their champion.

"Elegance? Oh please!" Jenna retorted with a roll of her eyes, Melina smirking in the faces of the fans as she walked by them. "Melina has gotta be the most arrogant, self absorbed individual to hold the Women's Championship, ever!"

"Like you know anything! You're just a newbie!" Coachman snapped back, making the RAW commentary team roll their eyes whilst the champion approached the ring, making her way towards the steel steps. "Melina is the greatest Women's Champion of this century!"

"UGH! Do I really have to listen to that for the whole match?!" Jenna groaned as the Paparazzi Princess walked up the steps, already feeling a migraine coming on from listening to Coachman. "Seriously, who's idea was it to have two commentary teams calling a match at the same time?!"

"Don't look at me?!" King replied with a laugh.

"Don't worry. It's really easy to block him out," Michael Cole told Jenna, making her laugh as Melina spun along the apron until she stood in the middle, both ignoring the look of hurt on Coachman's face.

"In my professional opinion, it doesn't matter how good you are, anyone who disrespects Tara Stone is going to receive the ass whooping of a lifetime!" JR said as Melina held her Women's Championship up above her head with one hand to a loud reaction, smirking widely as she posed for the flashing cameras.

"Try tellin' that to the fanboy over there!" Jenna retorted.

"Okay. I'll admit it. Angering one of the baddest women in wrestling today was a bad move on Melina's part," Coachman admitted as Melina lowered the title, overlooking the massive crowd. "But that's all apart of her strategy obviously. Tara is clearly rattled. Maybe even scared!"

"You're delusional," Jenna retorted as Melina turned away from her entourage, using the bottom ropes as a launchpad to hit her infamous splits on the apron, getting a rousing response from the large crowd.

Melina slid into the ring from underneath the ropes, pulling herself back up to her feet. She traversed the entire length of the ring, approaching the far right corner opposite the ECW announce table.

"Melina seems a lot more confident than she did two nights ago," JR noted as Melina stepped up onto the second ropes, holding her title up in the air with both hands to a mixed response, flashing a section of the crowd a taunting smirk when she caught sight of them booing her, sticking her tongue out at them.

"Of course she is!" Coachman replied as Melina stepped off the ropes, her music going silent. She glared up at the double doors, waiting for Tara to make her appearance. "She's already proven that she can beat Tara."

"She had to cheat to beat her Coach!" Michael Cole exclaimed as loud chanting of 'Tara! Tara! Tara!' overtook Madison Square Garden.

"A trivial concern," Coach retorted.

Bong...

All the lights in Madison Square Garden went out, garnering a huge reaction from the large audience.

Bong...

Melina stared up at the double doors with a steely glare as the darkness slowly dimmed into a ghoulish purple lighting, smoke covering the entire walkway and the ringside area.

Bong...

Flames erupted from the top of the titantron as the large audience waited eagerly for Tara Stone's arrival. Melina continued to glare up at the stage area, also waiting for the legendary veteran to make her appearance.

After a while of intense anticipation, "Rest in Peace" played throughout the arena and the double doors slowly opened, revealing Tara Stone to the world, the fans in attendance giving her an explosive reception as she stepped through the doors. The tall woman was clad in her black leather trench coat and open-crown hat, with her black skin-tight v-neck full bodysuit underneath, exposing a little bit of cleavage. Her gold eyes glowed in the purple lighting, her gaze set firmly on Melina.

"And her opponent, from Death Valley, Tara Stone!"

"Wow..." Jenna gasped in awe.

After a while of staring, Tara walked slowly and calmly down the smoke covered walkway, still glaring at the Women's Champion, who had not taken her eyes off Tara since she appeared.

"Through eerie fog and flames, like a spirit in the night, walks the Princess of Death Valley, Tara Stone," JR said.

"Is it normal to have goosebumps when she appears?" Jenna asked as chills ran down her skin, watching in awe as Tara slowly walked down the smoke-covered walkway, flames rising into the air above her. Jenna's eyes widened, mesmerized by the aesthetic imagery of it all. "She's beautiful..."

"Try not to get star-struck over there!" King joked.

"Tara Stone is a 3-Time Women's Champion," JR noted. "And just like her mentor the Undertaker, she has amassed a WrestleMania winning streak of her own, with eight wins and zero losses."

"Tara is building a legacy of her own," Michael said as Tara paused at the bottom of the ramp, giving Melina a cold icy glare, making the champion frown nervously as the Lioness' sharp gold eyes drilled into her. Tara then turned away from Melina, slowly making her way towards the ring steps. "This match will undoubtedly test the limits of Melina's reign as champion."

"Tara is truly a one of a kind woman!" King exclaimed.

"Oh please!" Coachman rolled his eyes as Tara walked up the steel steps, pausing behind the ring post. "It was clear to me that Tara was so sure of herself at Armageddon, that she ended up taking Melina lightly and underestimated her impeccable cunning!"

The tall woman raised her arms, and at her command, the lighting brightened, white smoke pouring into the ring.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Coach," Jenna drawled as Tara stepped onto the apron and entered the ring, her gold eyes trained solely on the current Women's Champion, who glared right back at her, the title hanging loosely from her fingers. "There is no way Tara falls for Melina's tricks a second time. Melina will have to think of something else."

Tara continued to glare at Melina, before dipping her head, grabbing her hat, still facing the Women's Champion. Tara pulled off her black open-crown hat, rolling her eyes into the back of her head as the sound of thunder vibrated throughout the large arena to a loud reaction.

Melina remained emotionless, refusing to be intimidated by the twenty-nine year old veteran.

As Tara's theme music faded into the background, the fans got increasingly louder, all chanting Tara's name.

"TARA! TARA! TARA!"

"It's clear who this capacity crowd favours," JR noted as Tara wordlessly handed her open-crown hat to an approaching stagehand, and pulled off her trench coat, throwing it over the ring ropes for the stagehand to collect, never taking her eyes off the champion.

Melina gave the Women's Championship to the referee, jumping up and down in anticipation as she glared at the gold-eyed woman standing opposite her.

The official held up the title to firm applause. "The Women's Championship is on the line, here in Madison Square Garden."

The referee handed the title over to the timekeeper and checked to see if both Tara and Melina were ready, before signalling for the bell to ring.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

"And here we go!" King exclaimed as Melina and Tara circled the ring, glaring at one another as the fans continued to chant for Tara.

"Melina is the champion. Tara Stone is the challenger," Michael Cole noted as the two women collided in the middle of the ring with a fierce collar-and-elbow tie up, struggling briefly for dominance. "Strong lock up to start this match."

"But Tara," JR added as Tara took a step forward, forcing Melina to step back. "She has the strength advantage."

"Oh wow," Jenna gasped as Tara used her superior strength to force Melina into the corner opposite the SmackDown announce table.

"No surprise there," King said as Tara pinned Melina against the corner, the smaller woman yelling at the referee to get Tara off her. "Tara has the strength and height advantage in this match."

"It's almost not fair. And Tara needs to break here," Coach added. Tara wordlessly released the hold, staring down Melina with an emotionless gaze, the fans applauding as Melina scowled at her.

"Tara trying to intimidate Melina," King noted with amusement.

Tara started to back away from Melina, but the crafty Latina caught her in the face with a surprise forearm, rocking the challenger. "OH!"

"I thought we were gonna get a clean break here," JR said, the fans booing as Melina threw Tara into the corner, stomping away at her. "But Melina says no."

"Why am I not surprised," Jenna drawled sarcastically.

"There is some serious hatred with those stomps!" King added as the referee tried to separate the two.

Melina eventually broke away as soon as the referee started to count, stepping away from the Princess of Death Valley, smirking as the fans booed her heavily in anger. "The fans didn't like that."

"Sucks to be them," Coachman snorted as the current champion advanced towards Tara, who was pulling herself back up onto her feet. "Melina doesn't care what the fans think- Oh no! Jeez!"

Melina stumbled halfway across the ring and off her feet, getting rocked with a teeth-shattering shot underneath the jaw that sent her reeling back, the fans verbally wincing at the sight.

"Wow!" Jenna exclaimed.

"My lord what a shot!" JR cried out.

"Melina has gotta be careful," King warned as Melina stumbled back up onto her feet. "Tara is a dangerous striker."

Tara advanced towards the champion with a snarl, making the Latina double over in pain with a stiff body shot. "Oh man!"

"Tara has the champion rattled!" Michael cried out as the Princess of Death Valley rocked Melina with a straight right to the face, and another shot underneath the chin that nearly sent the Latin-American flying.

"Don't say that!" Coach yelped as Tara whipped Melina towards the ropes opposite the broadcast tables.

"Oh my god!" The fans reacted with a wince, as Tara landed a huge boot to Melina's face when she rebounded off the ropes, flooring the champion.

"And Melina gets laid out with a boot to the face!" Michael exclaimed.

"Ouch," Jenna winced as Melina stumbled to her feet, favouring her mouth.

Tara didn't give Melina a chance to recuperate, landing another powerful shot underneath the chin that sent Melina stumbling into the nearest corner.

"Melina maybe in for a long evening," King commented with a wince.

"Oh no..." Tara narrowed her eyes, putting her fists up, the fans reacting with anticipation.

"Cover up Melina!" Coachman warned with fright.

"Oh!" Jenna exclaimed as Tara's fist snapped out, catching Melina in the side of her jaw. She assaulted the Latina with relentless body shots and rights and lefts to the face. "Goodness me!"

"Tara has boxed Melina in, and is now pulverizing the champion with rights and lefts!" Michael Cole cried out, the fans verbally reacting to each shot with winces. "Melina has nowhere to go!"

"The ref has gotta do something!" Coach exclaimed. "She's gonna knock her out!"

"Precise, pinpoint rights from the challenger!" JR noted as the referee implored Tara to get Melina out of the corner. "Tara is a very experienced and very dangerous striker. She knows how to use those fists of hers."

"As I can see!" Jenna said wincing as each punch landed. "Melina is gettin' pummelled right now!"

"Do your job ref!" Coachman exclaimed in worry as Tara got one last powerful shot underneath the jaw of Melina, heavily rocking the woman before eventually moving away.

"Melina is out on her feet!" King noted, watching as Melina slumped against the corner, dazed. "She'd be face-planting the canvas if it wasn't for the ropes!"

"Shake it off Melina!" Coach encouraged worriedly. Tara suddenly charged at the defenceless champion. "Oh no!"

The fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' as Tara's boot planted itself against Melina's face, Melina's head whipping back violently. "Oh my god!"

"Good lord!" JR exclaimed. "What a boot!"

"Did you see Melina's head whip back?" Jenna questioned with a wince as Melina stumbled out of the corner in a daze. "Good grief!"

"Melina's dazed, and Tara will look to capitalize here!" Michael Cole said as Tara shot past Melina, rebounding off the ropes.

"Oh wow!" Jenna exclaimed as Melina dropped into the splits, making Tara miss the big boot to the face that would have surely knocked the defending champion out, the massive crowd reacting with awe as Tara's heavy boot sailed over Melina's head.

"I don't know whether she did that on purpose or by sheer luck," King commented with amusement as Melina hopped back up onto her feet, sprinting forward, rebounding off the ropes as Tara turned around.

"Melina using her incredible flexibility to her ADVANTAGE!" JR cried out, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as the sole of Tara's boot connected with Melina's face, wiping her out. "Good lord!"

"And Melina couldn't evade the boot that time!" Michael Cole yelled out as Tara stood calmly over the current champion, watching as the Latina rolled out of the ring and out onto the floor.

"Melina didn't see that one coming!" Jenna added. "She got rocked!"

"And Melina now, taking a reprieve on the outside," JR noted as the Paparazzi Princess laid on the thinly-padded floor, seemingly out cold. Tara calmly stepped through the ropes, jumping off the apron, the referee imploring the tall woman to get back in the ring. "But Tara, not to be deterred. She will look to bring the champion back inside the ring."

Tara grabbed a fist full of Melina's long black hair, pulling her back up to her feet.

"Melina is clearly out of it," Michael noted. "That big boot- Oh!"

"Oh ow, ow!" Jenna cringed, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as Melina shoved Tara, surprising the tall woman so much so that she fell back off her feet and crashed into the steps. The fans cringed as the back of Tara's head banged painfully against the steel steps.

"Melina shoving Tara right into the steel steps!" JR exclaimed as Tara fell to the side, favouring the back of her head. "The back of Tara's head hit the steps hard!"

"Melina is so ridiculously smart!" Coachman praised as the official began the ten count. "She is aware of where everything is! She knew those steps were there!"

Melina pulled herself up onto her feet, scowling as she glared at Tara and roughly pulled the taller woman up onto her feet by her long black hair.

"Look out!" King suddenly exclaimed, watching as Melina roughly pulled Tara by her hair and threw her into the side of the ECW announce table with a scream, the fans wincing as Tara's body collided with the broadcast table. "Good grief!"

"Melina so vicious and ruthless," Michael added as Melina stomped away at the Princess of Death Valley against the announce table, the fans booing at the sight.

"And look at these stomps!" King cried out.

"Those big boots must have awakened something in Melina," Jenna said as Melina paused to glare at the heated fans. "She's furious!"

"C'mere!" Melina growled, grabbing a fist full of Tara's hair, dragging the tall woman up to her feet.

"Look out!" JR warned as Melina bounced Tara's head off the Raw announce table with a raged filled scowl.

"Whoa! Careful ladies!" King exclaimed, the fans reacting in response.

"Tara's head bounced off our announce table!" JR cried out.

"Oh my god!" Jenna exclaimed as Melina proceeded to repeatedly smash Tara's skull against the Raw announce table, screaming in rage. "She's lost it!"

"Melina has become unhinged!" Michael Cole added. "She's in an absolute rage!"

"That's what happens when you mess with Melina!" Coachman complimented. "You try to take her title, and you get the claws!"

Melina finally relented, releasing a piercing shriek as she scowled at the fans that applauded her aggression.

"Tara is laid out in front of us folks," JR said as the official announced the count of six, forcing Melina to rush into the ring.

"Seven!"

"Tara has not moved..." Jenna noted with apprehension.

Melina sat in the middle of the ring, imploring the referee to continue counting as Tara stirred. "She's not gonna take a count out victory is she?!"

"Melina will do whatever she wants," Coachman retorted.

"A count of eight now!" Michael exclaimed in concern, the fans starting to scream out as Tara tried to pull herself up off the floor.

"You gotta get back in the ring Tara!" Jenna cried out.

"NINE!"

"It's over!" Coachman cheered out, the fans screaming at Tara now.

Just before the official made the ten count, Tara willed herself onto her feet and launched herself back into the ring. "NO!"

"And Tara beats the ten count!" JR cried out as Melina stared at Tara in shock, the massive crowd cheering loudly at the sight.

"WOW!" Cole exclaimed.

"Phew! I almost thought that was it!" Jenna added.

"Melina doesn't look too happy about that," King noted as Melina rose to her feet, scowling at the Princess of Death Valley. "I don't think she wants to exert herself anymore than she needs to."

"I don't blame her. Melina knows the longer this match goes, the more it benefits Tara," Coachman replied as Tara pulled herself up onto her knees. The fans reacted loudly as Melina connected with a mid-kick to the chest of Tara, nearly blasting the tall woman out of the ring, sending her crashing against the ropes. "Good grief!"

"What a kick!" JR commented as Melina took off, sprinting forward. "Melina gaining momentum!"

Melina used the opposite ropes to catapult herself at Tara, leaving her feet.

"Whoa!" King cried out as Tara quickly moved to the left, causing Melina to dropkick nothing but the ropes, the fans wincing as Melina crashed back first onto the canvas.

"Tara avoids the dropkick!" Michael exclaimed. Tara quickly stood up, immediately leaving her feet. "Oh my god!"

"Oh!" King groaned as Tara dropped her long leg across the body of Melina, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as Melina went still.

"And Tara responds with a devastating leg drop!" JR called out.

"Goodness me!" Jenna cringed.

"There's the cover," Michael noted, Tara pulling Melina's legs away from the ropes, hooking them. "Tara hooking both legs!"

1...

"Kick out Melina!" Coachman exclaimed.

2...

"No Melina kicks out!" Michael Cole cried out as the Paparazzi Princess kicked out of the sitting pin, shoving Tara's leg off her. "Melina's still in this!"

Tara sat in the ring, Melina laying motionless at her legs as a replay was played in slow motion.

"Look at the elevation Tara gets on the leg drop," Jenna commented. "Wow!"

"Tara put some stank on that leg drop, but only got a two count," JR said as Tara rose to her feet, the fans chanting for her.

Tara pulled Melina back up onto her feet, whipping her towards the opposite ropes.

"Watch out here," King commented as Melina was catapulted towards the awaiting challenger, getting lifted and sent flying over her head, the Latin American flailing her arms and legs as she went flying over Tara. "Oh my gosh!"

"Whoa!" Jenna exclaimed, eyes wide at how high Melina went, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the height and at how painfully hard Melina landed on her back.

"Look at the height! Melina went flying!" Michael cried out as Melina arched her back painfully off the mat.

"Melina's hurt," Coach noticed worriedly as Melina attempted to stand, favouring her back with a grimace. "This is bad..."

Tara advanced towards the rising Latin-American, planting her boot into the chest of Melina with enough force to send the defending champion flying into the corner opposite the ECW announce table, the fans reacting to the force. "Oh god!"

The large audience cheered when Tara yet again unleashed a flurry of powerful jabs to Melina's face and body, rocking and winding her with each strike.

"And again, Tara assaulting Melina with rights and lefts," Michael called out as Melina attempted to cover up, Tara continuing to pulverize the smaller woman with her fists. "Melina's on the ropes!"

"This is excessive!" Coachman complained.

"Melina is being overwhelmed here!" Jenna exclaimed. "She can't get any offence in! Tara is just too powerful!"

The Princess of Death Valley whipped Melina hard across the ring, making her bounce off the opposite corner with a pained grimace, favouring her back. The Latin-American walked right into a huge boot, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' as Melina was blasted clean off her feet. "Oh my word!"

"Those goddamn boots!" Coachman cursed in anger as Tara stood over a dazed Melina, the fans cheering loudly.

"My god! Another huge boot, right to the skull of Melina!" JR exclaimed, Tara pulling Melina away from the ropes.

"I think Melina maybe knocked unconscious!" King added as Tara dropped to her knees, calmly going for the cover.

"Tara going for the pin!" Michael Cole noted, the tall woman hooking the far leg.

1...

"Will she capture her fourth championship!"

2...

"No!" Melina pushed her shoulder weakly off the mat just after the two count, the fans reacting to the close call. "Melina just barely got her shoulders off the mat!"

"Yeah, there was not a lot of power behind that kick out," Jenna noticed as Tara sat up on her knees.

Melina rolled out of the ring, falling to the thinly padded floor.

"Melina doesn't look so good," King commented with worry.

"Tara has been so ruthless tonight," JR said as Melina slowly lifted herself up off the ground. "Those big boots have been so aggressively on the mark each time."

Tara rolled out of the ring and calmly stalked towards Melina, who was on her hands and knees, ignoring the official as he commanded her to get back in the ring.

"Tara is just taking her time right now. Stalking Melina," Michael Cole commented, the referee beginning the 10 count.

"Watch out Melina!" Coachman cried out.

Tara forced Melina onto her feet, only for the Latina to grab Tara around the head and drop to her knees, bouncing the veteran's chin off the top of her head. "Oh!"

"Oh no!" Jenna yelped, the fans verbally wincing at the sight.

"Melina with the jawbreaker!" JR exclaimed as Tara stumbled, dazed.

"Tara's stunned!" Michael added as Melina stumbled back up onto her feet, backing up as she scowled at Tara, holding the top of her head with a grimace.

"This is why I love Melina! She was lying in wait!" Coachman praised. Melina let loose a scream, the fans reacting in response as the defending champion bolted at Tara. "Uh-oh!"

"Melina with the scream!" Michael Cole noted as Melina grabbed fists full of Tara's locks, spinning through the air to land on her knees as she planted the Princess of Death Valley face-first into the thinly padded floor, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the sight. "Oh my god!"

"Good lord!" JR cried out. "Facebuster on the floor!"

Melina growled through her teeth, glaring down into Tara's face as she sat on her knees. "Melina with that spinning facebuster, laying the challenger out."

"That'll do it! Now get her in the ring!" Coachman cheered.

Melina roared as she pulled the taller woman up onto her feet, shoving Tara back into the ring before climbing up onto the ring apron, quickly scaling the ring ropes, gaining the fans attention as Tara rolled further into the ring.

"Melina, scaling the ropes," JR noted. "Going high risk!"

"I wonder what she's got in mind here," King wondered.

Melina perched herself on the top ropes, watching with a glare as Tara attempted to stand, the massive crowd of fans buzzing with anticipation.

"COME ON TARA!" Melina yelled. "GET UP!"

"Melina's got something dangerous in mind here," Michael Cole noted as Tara gingerly rose to her feet.

Once Tara turned around Melina leaped off the top rope, the fans crying out in shock as Melina brought her knees forward, wrapping her hands around Tara's head.

"OH MY GOD!" Jenna yelled out in shock, the fans releasing a massive 'OHHH!' as Melina fell backwards, smashing Tara's face against her knees. "OH MY GOD!"

"GOOD LORD!" JR exclaimed as Tara went limp against Melina, completely lifeless. "GOOD GRIEF!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" King shrieked. "What the hell was that?!"

"Pin her Melina!" Coachman yelled as Tara fell to the side, the entire audience still going crazy. "Pin her!"

"A flying lungblower off the top ropes!" Michael Cole cried out as Melina quickly rolled into the cover, her back against Tara's body, hooking both legs and yelling desperately at the referee to count.

ONE!

"Incredible!"

TWO!

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

THRE-

"NO!" JR cried out as Tara suddenly powered out to an outcry of shock from the fans, surprising Melina so much she was thrown off Tara's form. "My lord! Tara kicked out!"

"No!" Coachman groaned in despair.

"Wow!" Jenna added. "Just... wow!"

Melina laid on her front, her hands in her hair, her eyes wide.

"Melina's stunned!" King exclaimed. "What the hell is she gonna do if that couldn't put Tara away?!"

"Melina knows how resilient Tara is," Michael said as replays was shown. "That's why she took a huge risk like this!"

"Melina diving into the recently expanded playbook of Jericho to bring out something new and innovative, but it wasn't enough," JR added.

"I hope Jericho got eyes on that," King said as Melina rose to her knees, turning to scowl at Tara, who was struggling to make it back to her feet. "That was incredible."

As the Princess of Death Valley stumbled to her feet, Melina rose to a knee and sprang into a handstand, wrapping her legs around Tara's body. "Whoa!"

"Oh wow!" Jenna exclaimed as Melina used her upper body strength to pull herself up, viciously assaulting Tara with forearms to the face, her legs wrapped tightly around the taller woman's midsection.

"Amazing flexibility from Melina!" Michael praised, the fans cheering, also impressed.

"Look at those forearms!" King cried out as Tara backed up into the corner. "She's backed Tara into the corner!"

"The Women's Champion taking it to the challenger," JR observed as Melina unhooked her legs from around Tara's waist, still assaulting the challenger.

Melina continued to hit Tara with multiple forearms, before grabbing Tara's legs and lifting them so that the Princess of Death Valley was suspended and lying on the middle ropes.

"Uh-oh! We've seen this before!" King noted as Melina hit Tara with a few more forearms to the face. "Melina looking for the double knees in the corner!"

"This is my favourite move!" Coachman exclaimed in excitement as Melina stepped up onto the middle ropes. She held her arms up dramatically, releasing a piercing screech.

"Melina with that primal yell," JR noted, the fans cheering in anticipation. The Latin American jumped upwards and drove her knees into Tara's abdomen to a loud 'Ohhh!' from the crowd. "And Melina connects with the double knee stomp!"

"Good grief!" King winced from the impact as Tara crashed down onto the canvas.

"Double knees driven through the abdomen of Tara," Jenna said as Tara laid on her side, holding her stomach in pain with both arms. "That could be it!"

Melina dragged Tara's still form away from the corner and pinned her shoulders to the mat, hooking the far leg.

"Melina into the cover," JR noted as the referee counted the pin.

1...

2...

Tara popped the shoulders up after the two count, causing the fans to cheer in response. "And Tara manages to get the shoulder up at two!"

"I hate to admit it, but it will take more than that to put Tara away. And Melina knows that. Which is why she has to stay calm. She cannot allow herself to get frustrated," Coachman said as Melina sat on her knees, glaring down at Tara in frustration.

Melina rose to her feet, brushing her boot against Tara's face.

"Give up!" Melina snapped, shoving her boot into the side of the veteran's face as she attempted to stand. Melina bent her knees slightly as she loomed over Tara. "Give. UP!"

"Melina yelling at Tara to give up," Michael Cole noted as Melina pushed her boot into Tara's face.

"Melina just being disrespectful now," King added.

"Yeah she's clearly starting to get frustrated," Jenna said.

Melina turned away from Tara as the taller woman tried to collect herself, sprinting forward towards the ropes opposite the aisle. She rebounded off the ropes, only to be caught in the arms of Tara, causing her eyes to widen in horror as she suddenly found herself hanging off Tara's right shoulder, the massive crowd screaming and cheering at the sight. "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"Melina got caught!" JR exclaimed.

"Tara! She's looking for the Tombstone Piledriver!" Michael added.

"Melina's about to take a ride to hell!" King called out.

"No! Melina, fight out of it!" Coachman cried out.

"NO! NOOOO!" Melina shrieked as the fans roared in excitement and anticipation, flailing her arms and legs in a desperate attempt to escape the Tombstone Piledriver.

"Fight it Melina!"

"Melina, trying to get out of the Tombstone with all she's got!" JR exclaimed as Melina attacked the tall, powerful woman with desperate forearms to the face.

Melina managed to catch Tara with a blow lethal enough to daze the tall woman, allowing her to slip off Tara's shoulder's while grabbing her from behind, the massive crowd erupting as the Latina forced Tara to lean back.

"Melina fights out of the Tombstone! She's going for the Primal Scream!" Michael exclaimed.

Melina let loose a piercing shriek, receiving a mixed reaction from the fans as she pinned Tara's right hand to her chest.

"If she hits this..." King trailed off. The fans cheered loudly when Tara lifted her free arm, repeatedly punching away at Melina. "Wait a minute! Now Tara's trying to fight out of the Primal Scream!"

"She got out of it!" Jenna exclaimed as Tara grabbed Melina's arm and twisted her way out of the Primal Scream attempt.

"Tara escapes! Tara got out of the Primal Scream!" JR added.

Tara kicked Melina in the gut, then dropped her face-first with a devastating DDT, causing the fans to let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' at the destructive force of Melina's head bouncing off the mat.

"Oh!" Jenna cried out.

"Oh no! That's not good!" King exclaimed.

"DDT! Melina's head bounced off the mat with maximum impact!" Michael Cole added as Tara rolled onto Melina's body to make the cover. "Tara going for the pin!"

1...

2…

Melina kicked out, the fans reacting to the close call as Tara laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, as if trying to work out what to do next. "No! Melina kicks out!"

Tara reached over and grabbed Melina's arm, rising to her feet and dragging Melina's still supine form towards the corner. "These two women are showing just how tough they are!"

"Oh no..." Coachman muttered fearfully when Tara let go of Melina's wrist and scaled the ropes, the fans cheering in excitement, all knowing exactly what Tara was about to do.

"I know what Tara is about to do here!" Michael Cole called out.

"Tara thinking high risk," JR said. "Perhaps looking to hit the moonsault."

"Melina might wanna move! She doesn't wanna be there!" Jenna exclaimed as Tara perched herself on the top ropes, about to hit the Hell-Sault on Melina, when the Latin American suddenly stumbled to her feet and desperately threw herself against the top ropes, causing Tara to fall off, crashing down to the mat on the back of her neck. "Oh no!"

"Oh, oh! Ow!" King cringed as the fans released a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.

"Melina clipped the ropes!" JR exclaimed.

"Phew... that was so close," Coachman sighed in relief.

"I don't like the way Tara landed..." Jenna voiced her concern.

"Yeah, neither do I. She landed right on the back of her neck," Michael added with equal concern.

Melina wasted no time in capitalizing on Tara's fall, forcing the woman to her feet in a cravate hold, dragging her into the middle of the ring. "And Melina now, will look to capitalize!"

"Tara is completely helpless right now!" Jenna noted. Melina dropped down onto her chest, the massive audience releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as Tara was spiked forehead first into the canvas. "Oh my goodness!"

"Snapmare Driver!" Michael exclaimed as Tara laid in a lifeless heap. "A Snapmare Driver from Melina! That could be it!"

"Dear lord!" JR cried out.

"That's new!" King exclaimed as Melina scrambled into the cover.

"It's over!" Coachman cheered.

One!

"Tara got spiked on her head!"

Two!

"Melina has retained the-"

"No!" JR yelled out, the fans erupting with joy and relief as Tara popped her shoulder up just before the referee counted the three. "Tara kicks out! Tara stays alive!"

"What?!" King exclaimed in shock.

"Noo!" Coachman cried out in despair at Tara kicking out, Melina sitting up on her knees with her hands in her hair, shaking her head in horror.

"Phew... I actually thought that was it!" Jenna sighed in relief.

"Tara kicked out at the last minute! Melina was so close to retaining the Women's Championship right there, she could practically taste victory!" Michael added. "But it wasn't enough!"

"Damn it..." Coachman growled as Melina glared down at the Princess of Death Valley, annoyed and frustrated that the woman had managed to kick out.

"Frustration clear on the face of Melina," JR observed.

"Yeah, she ain't pleased," Jenna added. "We really thought that was it! Wow!"

"This is what I was afraid of! Don't get frustrated Melina!" King called out as Melina rose to her feet, gripping her hair with her hands as she glared angrily at the fans in attendance, a loud 'Let's go Tara! Let's go Tara! Let's go Tara!' chant reverberating throughout Madison Square Garden.

"Shut up!" she snapped at them, which only caused them to chant louder. "Shut up!"

"With these idiots chanting for Tara, I can't blame Melina for getting frustrated," Coachman retorted.

"Are you kiddin' me right now! You're blaming Melina's frustration on the fans?!" Jenna questioned incredulously as Melina roughly grabbed Tara by her silky long black locks, ignoring the referee's demand to let go of the hair and pulling Tara back up onto her feet.

"Yes I am," was Coachman's answer, making Jenna shake her head as Melina dragged Tara along with her and towards the far corner of the ring, climbing up onto the middle ropes.

"What's Melina thinking of doing here?" Michael questioned as Melina forced Tara to look up at her, and then ran her thumb across her throat with her tongue sticking out, much to the fans' displeasure, booing her in response.

"Oh boy..." King commented with a chuckle.

"Melina, taunting Tara!" JR said.

"I don't think that's a good idea Melina..." Jenna added nervously as Melina stepped up onto the top rope.

"Ha! Ever the prankster! I love it!" Coachman praised.

Tara's hand snapped out and grabbed Melina by the throat, making the Latin-American's eyes widen in fear as the fans roared in excitement. "No!"

"Oh my god!" King cried out.

"Told ya!" Jenna exclaimed.

"Oh no! Tara's got her!" Michael called out.

Tara snarled at the frightened woman before launching her off the top rope, chokeslamming Melina into the mat with destructive force! "Oh my lord!"

"Good grief!" King exclaimed, the massive crowd releasing a loud 'OHHH!' as Melina was slammed violently into the canvas. "Oh my god!"

"Chokeslam!" JR called out. "My god what a chokeslam!"

"She nearly put her through the ring!" Jenna cried out.

"No! Not like this!" Coachman yelled out as Tara dropped into the cover, hooking Melina's leg.

1...

"Not like this!"

2...

"No-"

"Melina pops the shoulders up at the last millisecond!" Michael exclaimed, the fans screaming in shock as Melina popped her body up into a near bridge at the very last moment, her eyes glassy. "Oh my god!"

"W-What?! She kicked out?!" King stuttered in shock as Tara let out a short sigh of frustration, snarling a little bit as she rested beside Melina's form.

"Yes!" Coachman cheered.

"Melina kicked out of the chokeslam!" JR exclaimed as Melina came back down to the canvas out of the near-bridge, panting in pain and exhaustion.

"Wow! That was close! That was really close!" Jenna added as Tara turned onto her front.

The Princess of Death Valley gingerly rose to her feet with a frown on her face, staring down at Melina, who still seemed a little out of it. "What more can these ladies possibly do to one another?!"

Tara reached down to grab Melina, only to be caught in a small package attempt, catching her completely off guard. "Whoa! Whoa!"

"Small package!" Michael exclaimed, the fans crying out as the referee began the count.

1...

"Tara got suckered in!" King cried out.

2...

Tara managed to power out of the roll-up just after the two count, much to the fans relief.

"And Tara fights out of it!" Michael said as both women scrambled to their feet.

As soon as Melina stood however, Tara caught the defending champion in the chin with a superkick, sending the Latina collapsing back down to the mat, the fans yelling loudly at the sight. "Superkick!"

"My god what a kick!" JR exclaimed as Tara dropped to a knee, panting in exhaustion. "Both women are spent!"

"They're absolutely exhausted!" Jenna added.

"Come on Melina! Don't let this freak get the best of you!" Coachman cried out.

Tara rose to her feet, watching as Melina attempted to pick herself up off the mat, the Latina's eyes wide in a daze, holding her arms out in front of her.

The massive crowd of fans broke out into a loud pop when the tall woman rolled her eyes into the back of her head with a snarl, running her thumb across her throat, signalling for the Tombstone Piledriver. "Oh no! No, no, no, this is not good! This is really not good!"

"Tara wants the Tombstone!" JR exclaimed as Melina groggily rose to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself, completely oblivious to Tara's tall, foreboding form looming behind her.

"Melina's in danger!" Jenna cried out.

As soon as Melina turned around, Tara scooped her up into her arms.

"No!" Coachman moaned.

"Melina's about to take a one-way trip to hell!" King exclaimed as Melina tried desperately to break free, her arms and legs flailing.

"Melina trying to escape disaster!" JR added, Melina's flailing causing Tara to stumble forward a bit, before regaining her composure and properly securing the Latina into the piledriver position. "But it ultimately proves to be futile!"

"No! No! Melina counter it! Do something!" Coachman pleaded.

Tara dropped to her knees, planting Melina head first into the mat, successfully hitting the Tombstone Piledriver to a massive reaction from the crowd.

"My god! The Tombstone Piledriver!" JR exclaimed.

"She hit it!" King added as Melina fell onto her back, seemingly out cold.

"No!" Coachman cried out.

"That has gotta be it!" Jenna exclaimed as Tara placed Melina's hands onto her chest while sticking her tongue out for the cover, the fans counting the pin along with the referee. "Tara's about to walk out of Madison Square Garden champion!"

One!

"NO!" Coachman yelled out in despair.

Two!

Three-

To the complete shock of the fans and Tara, Melina somehow managed to reach out with her foot, just barely touching the bottom ropes, making the referee wave off the count.

"Oh my word!" Michael exclaimed, the massive crowd crying out loudly at the sight. Tara froze in surprise and disbelief, staring at Melina's foot with wide eyes. "Melina got her foot on the ropes!"

"W-What?!" Jenna stuttered, eyes wide.

"Melina just barely got her feet on the bottom ropes! Tara is in complete shock!" JR added.

"Yep! Luck is definitely on Melina's side tonight," King said as Tara's shocked look slowly turned into an annoyed scowl.

"Now wait a minute. This has nothing to do with luck!" Coachman rebutted. "Melina is just that resilient!"

"Sure..." King retorted sarcastically as Tara rolled away from Melina, creating some distance between the two.

"Tara starting to get frustrated," Jenna noted as the Princess of Death Valley hit the mat in frustration.

"Tara wants the Women's Championship so bad," JR said.

"Yeah well she'll have to beat Melina first if she wants it that bad!" Coachman retorted.

Tara stood up, her gold eyes hardening as she glared at Melina's form, before shaking her head as if still in disbelief that Melina had survived the Tombstone.

"Tara hit the Tombstone, yet Melina still had the wherewithal to get her foot on the ropes," JR said as the Princess of Death Valley stalked towards Melina, roughly grabbing the Latin-American and slowly pulling her back onto her feet as chants of 'Lets go Melina! Lets go Tara!' whispered throughout the arena.

"That's gotta frustrate Tara," Jenna commented. "She knows she had Melina right there- Oh!"

The large crowd cried out as Melina shoved Tara's hands away and caught the tall woman in the back of her head with an enziguri.

"Oh! Enziguri fells Tara!" JR said as Tara collapsed to her knees, dazed from the surprise kick. "A desperation move from Melina!"

"She hit that from out of nowhere!" Jenna cried out.

"Get up Melina! Get up!" Coachman exclaimed as Melina laid prone on the mat.

Melina reached out and grabbed the bottom ropes, pulling herself up onto her feet using the ring ropes, as Tara attempted to shake off her daze.

"Both women absolutely exhausted," JR noted. "They've been giving it their all since the bell. One trying to reclaim glory. The other trying to keep her reputation as champion intact!"

Melina finally made it to her feet, leaning heavily against the ring ropes as she glared at the back of Tara's form, watching as the tall woman made it to a knee.

"Melina makes it to her feet first," Michael noted as Melina shot to Tara's left, rebounding off the ropes opposite the double doors. "And she's on the move!"

The fans winced as the defending champion caught Tara in the side of her head with a jumping high kick, flooring the Princess of Death Valley. "Oh my! Melina caught her in the temple!"

Melina dropped her body on top of Tara, desperately pinning the woman down to the mat with all the strength she had left. "And now going for the cover!"

1...

"Looking to retain the Women's Title!"

2...

Tara powered out before the three count to a loud reaction from the fans, pushing Melina off in the process. "NO! Tara kicks out at two!"

"Dammit! What the hell does Melina have to do to put that freak away!" Coachman snapped in annoyance as Melina stared up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

"It will take a lot more than that to put Tara away," Jenna added.

"Tara is very resilient. That's part of why she's survived all these wars and battles that she had to go through," JR commented as Melina slowly rolled away from Tara, towards the corner opposite the SmackDown announce table. "Tara has an indomitable will that refuses to give in."

Melina sat against the bottom turnbuckle, running a hand through her long black hair, glaring at the still form of Tara Stone, trying to work out what to do next.

"Yeah... and Melina is finding that out first hand. Tara just doesn't know how to quit!" King added.

Melina slowly rose to her feet and stalked towards Tara with a cold look on her face, only to fall back on her butt when Tara suddenly sat up and glared at her with a fiery look in her golden eyes.

"Whoa!" Jenna exclaimed as the fans erupted at the sight.

"Oh no!" King cried out.

"Tara has risen!" JR exclaimed.

"That... was scary..." Jenna commented in fear.

"Forget about this match Melina! Run! Get outta here! You don't have to fight this old fossilized freak anymore!" Coachman yelled out as Melina stared at Tara with wide eyes, staring into the glowing gold orbs of the Princess of Death Valley, backing up into the corner in fear.

"Melina is scared stiff!" Michael exclaimed.

"I don't blame her!" Coachman added.

Tara stood up, taking Melina down with a hard right beneath the jaw when the Latina rushed at her. "Oh!"

"My word what a shot!" JR exclaimed as Melina nearly stumbled off her feet, eating another uppercut that sent her stumbling into the corner. "And another shot nearly sends Melina flying!"

"Oh my god!" King winced, watching as Tara pressed on the attack, striking Melina with furious rights to the face, the fans cheering at the sight. "Good grief!"

"Tara waylaying the champion!" Michael said. "Tara is making one hell of a comeback!"

"No! No, no, no!" Coach groaned as Melina was whipped hard into the opposite corner, Tara dropping to a knee for added force. Melina slammed violently off the corner with enough force to send her stumbling forward. "Oh- OH MY GOD!"

The large crowd released a loud 'OHHH!' as Tara charged forward, meeting Melina halfway, spinning as she did so and nearly took the Latina's head off with a powerful lariat. Melina flipped off her powerful arm, crashing face first into the mat.

"Good lord what a discus clothesline!" JR exclaimed as Tara snarled at the cheering fans, her cold gold eyes burning with fiery passion.

"Wow!" Jenna added in stunned awe.

"That's it..." King groaned. "Melina's done. I don't even think she knows where she is right now!"

Tara pulled the dazed Latin-American onto her feet and lifted her onto her right shoulder.

"Oh no!" Coachman cried out as Tara sprinted at the nearest corner, dropping Melina face first onto the top turnbuckle.

"Snake eyes! Dropping Melina face-first into the turnbuckle!" Michael Cole exclaimed, the fans verbally wincing as Melina stumbled out of the corner in a daze, struggling to stay on her feet. Tara ran towards the far ropes opposite the announce tables, rebounding off it and dropping Melina with a big boot to the face that got a loud 'Ohhh!' from the massive crowd. "What a boot!"

"Tara is cooking on gas right now!" JR cried out as Tara immediately shot to her left.

"She's all over the place! I can hardly keep up!" King exclaimed as Tara rebounded off the ropes.

"For a woman that's 6'0, Tara moves fast!" Jenna added with awe.

"Look out Melina!" Coachman cried out as Tara leaped up into the air, the fans cheering.

However Melina rolled out of the way at the last minute, causing Tara to hit nothing but the canvas as she came down for the leg drop, making the fans wince.

"And Melina moves out of the way!" Michael called out.

"Phew... I almost thought that was it!" Coachman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Melina's title run was in danger of bursting into flames there and she knows it!" Jenna said as Tara stood up with a grimace of pain. She ran at Melina, who had also made it to her feet, looking to ruin the Latina with a lariat, only for the Latin-American to lean backwards into a bridge, causing Tara's arm to go sailing over her. "Whoa! Oh my gosh!"

"Tara misses wildly!" JR called out.

"Matrix! I love it when Melina does that!" King gushed.

Tara turned rapidly around when she realized that she had missed, only for Melina to lift her leg and kick the veteran right in the face, sending her falling back onto the canvas in a daze. "Oh!"

"Wow! what a devastating kick!" Michael Cole exclaimed.

Melina rose back up to a vertical base, scowling as she turned to face Tara.

She pulled the taller woman up to her feet and threw her into the nearest corner, her scowl intensifying.

"Uh-oh!" Melina stepped up onto the middle ropes, towering over Tara and began raining down forearm after forearm upon the Princess of Death Valley's face, screaming in rage and ignoring the warnings the referee was giving her. "Melina assaulting Tara with forearms!"

"She's frustrated. Melina has thrown everything at Tara and yet Tara has not gone down!" King commented.

"Come on Melina! Get her outta there!" the referee shouted. He touched Melina, causing the Latin-American to snap her head towards him with an icy glare on her face.

"Shut the hell up!" Melina snapped, causing the official to back away slightly out of fear of angering her further.

"I don't think Melina likes referees," King chuckled.

Snapping at the referee ended up being Melina's biggest mistake, because as soon as she turned her attention away from Tara, the tall black-haired woman immediately took full advantage of the distraction, grabbing Melina's legs and lifting her up onto her shoulders, causing Melina's eyes to widen in fear as Tara stepped away from the corner. "Uh-oh! That's not good!"

"Tara! Tara is preparing for the Last Ride! She's gonna powerbomb Melina straight to hell!" JR exclaimed as the fans cheered loudly at the sight.

"Melina took her eyes off Tara for a second, and now she's about to pay for it!" Jenna added.

"No! Not like this! Not like this!" Coachman cried out as Tara lifted Melina high above her head, only she didn't have a firm grip, allowing Melina to slip out of the Last Ride, landing on her feet behind Tara.

"Melina escapes danger!" Michael said.

"Phew! That was close!" Coachman commented.

Before Tara could retaliate, Melina turned and shoved her into the referee, Tara's tall frame knocking the man off his feet.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as the fans let loose a loud 'Ohhh!' and winced at the sight of Tara knocking down the referee.

"Melina just shoved Tara into the referee!" JR cried out.

"He is out! There ain't no way he's gettin' up after a collision like that!" Jenna said.

While Tara was staring down at the referee in annoyance, silent shock and a tiny flicker of concern, Melina stuffed her hand into her top.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Jenna muttered, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What? What's up?" King asked curiously.

"Wait.. what is Melina doing?" Michael questioned in suspicion.

With a sly evil smile on her face, Melina pulled out a knuckle-duster from the inside of her top, much to the ire of the fans who were now all calling out to an oblivious Tara to watch out.

"Is that... are those knuckle-dusters?!" Jenna exclaimed in shock.

"What?!" King exclaimed, staring at Melina with wide eyes.

"No! Why Melina?! Why do you have to resort to this?!" JR questioned in anger.

"Yes! Knock her lights out! Send her back to the dark side! Bust her open!" Coachman cheered.

As soon as Tara turned around Melina blasted her in the face with the knuckle-dusters, sending Tara crumbling to the mat on one knee, completely dazed, the fans screaming out at the sight!

"Oh my god! Melina just punched Tara in the face with that foreign object!" JR cried out, Madison Square Garden erupting into a sea of boos.

"She really went for it!" King exclaimed.

"I don't believe this!" Jenna raged as Melina threw the knuckle-dusters out of the ring. She grabbed Tara with a large smile and forced her to lean back, letting loose a loud shriek, setting up for the Primal Scream.

"And now Melina, going for the Primal Scream!" Michael cried out as the fans boos intensified.

"Yeah! Finish her off Melina!" Coachman cheered.

"How can you applaud this?!" Jenna snapped, furious.

"Melina's the champion! She can do what she likes!" Coachman retorted.

Melina gave the fans in Madison Square Garden a smug grin as they booed her viciously, which only worsened when Melina ran her thumb across her throat with her tongue sticking out.

"Melina taunting the fans!" JR noted. Melina lifted her leg, dropping it across Tara for the Primal Scream to a mixed reaction.

"Primal Scream!" Michael exclaimed as the referee regained consciousness.

1...

"Not like this!" JR snapped, as Melina posed smugly with her leg pinning Tara to the mat, the fans booing in anger.

2...

3!

"Dammit!"

Madison Square Garden erupted into a sea of boos as Melina laughed out loud at the fans anger, her theme music blasting throughout the stadium.

"And Melina retains the Women's Championship!" Michael said.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me right now!" Jenna growled as the Latina rolled off Tara and rose to her feet, that smug mocking smile still on her face.

"Here's your winner, and still WWE Women's Champion, Melina!" Lilian Garcia announced as Melina snatched the belt from the referee, holding it up in the air as the fans voiced their distaste for the way Melina won.

"Well... uh... I question Melina's tactics but, a win is a win!" King commented with a nervous smile.

"Oh sure, whatever..." Jenna replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah! Well done Melina! You deserve it!" Coachman praised, standing up and clapping for the Women's Champion as she stepped onto the second ropes, holding up the Woman's Championship whilst yelling "I TOLD YOU SO!" at the WWE fans in attendance, causing them to boo her even louder.

"Oh my god..." Jenna groaned, facepalming.

"Would you sit down!" JR snapped.

"Why should I?!" Coachman exclaimed.

"Cause you're embarrassing yourself," Michael retorted.

"Why are you guys so negative all of a sudden?! The better woman won! It was a great match!" Coachman replied.

"It was a great match! Until Melina decided to sucker punch Tara in the face with a pair of knuckle-dusters!" Jenna snapped as Melina stepped off the turnbuckle, before sauntering over to the other corner opposite the time-keepers area.

"... I didn't see anything," Coachman muttered.

"Oh for the love of..."

"Pay no mind to him Jenna. He's an idiot," JR retorted as Melina climbed onto the second rope and held the Women's Championship up over her head, gloating to the fans with an obnoxious, mocking grin on her face. "This woman continues to-"

The fans broke out into a massive pop when Tara sat up with an enraged scowl on her face. "Oh dear..."

"OH MY! Tara has risen again!" Michael exclaimed. "And she is absolutely furious!"

Melina's smirk widened as the fans cheered, causing her to hold an arm out wide, continuing to hold the Women's Title up above her head with one hand.

"That's right! Praise me!" she gloated as the fans continued to cheer, oblivious to the foreboding danger behind her. Tara slowly looked back to glower at the oblivious champion with gold orbs of blazing rage.

"Oh boy!" King gulped.

"Melina get out of there!" Coachman warned as Tara rose to her feet, the fans cheering even louder as the tall woman slowly stalked towards the Latina. "They are not cheering for you! Run!"

"Melina has no idea that Tara is on her feet!" JR added.

Melina stepped off the turnbuckle and turned around, walking right into Tara's death-like grip, the fans cheering loudly.

"Oh no!" Michael exclaimed as Tara wrapped her hand around the surprised champion's neck.

"No!" Coachman cried out, the Women's Championship flying out of Melina's hand.

"Tara! Tara has a hold of Melina!" JR exclaimed as Melina stared at Tara in sheer terror, her eyes wide.

"And she ain't happy! Aw crap! She's ticked off!" Jenna yelled out as Tara scowled in the Latina's face, her gold eyes narrowed in rage.

"I knew this was gonna come back to bite Melina in the behind! I just knew it!" King exclaimed as Tara's grip tightened around Melina's neck, getting a strangled gasp from her.

"NOOO!" Coachman shouted as Tara lifted Melina high off the mat with one hand. The Latina's legs flailed in the air, before she was brought back down to earth with a devastating chokeslam, the fans reacting with awe and shock.

"Oh my god! What a destructive chokeslam!" JR exclaimed as Melina was slammed brutally into the canvas.

"My god, did you see the height on that?!" King cried out in shock.

"Melina nearly flew!" Jenna added. "Oh my gosh!"

"Why Tara Why?! Why did you have to ruin a perfectly good moment!" Coachman cried out in despair.

"Oh shut up! Melina had that comin' the minute she punched Tara in the face with those knucks!" Jenna snapped as Tara glared down at the knocked out Women's Champion, before grabbing a fist full of her hair, getting a loud response from the fans. "She's not done!"

"Hey, come on now Tara. You've done enough..." King said.

"I agree! That's enough already!" Coachman snapped.

"Tara wants to punish Melina for the crime she has committed!" Michael exclaimed.

"Melina robbed Tara of the Women's Championship and now she has to pay for the consequences!" JR added.

"Melina's about to wish she never brought out those brass knucks!" Jenna said as Tara pulled Melina onto her feet, ignoring the referee's pleads to stop her assault and scooped the Latin American up for the Tombstone. "Oh no! Tara's gonna destroy Melina!"

"Stop!" Coachman pleaded.

"Oh no!" King cried out as Tara hit an impactful Tombstone Piledriver on an already unconscious Melina, driving the Latina's skull into the mat.

"Tombstone!" Michael exclaimed as Tara loomed over the still, supine form of Melina, scowling down at her with burning rage in her cold gold eyes.

"Good god! Tara just laid the Women's Champion to rest!" JR cried out.

"Tara is a sore loser!" Coachman raged.

"Oh gimme a break! Melina cheated! She took the cheap victory! She got exactly what she deserved!" Jenna retorted.

"Yeah well it doesn't matter what Tara does! Melina is still the Women's Champion and she'll just have to deal with it!" Coachman snapped as Tara glared down at the unconscious Latin American.

She rose to a knee, resting her arms on her knee as she snarled at Melina's still form, shaking with rage.

"Oh boy..." King gulped. "Melina may have just awakened something evil inside Tara Stone..."

"As if she wasn't evil enough already!" Coachman spat as Tara grabbed the abandoned Women's Championship, rolling her eyes back and sticking her tongue out, while slowly and dramatically lifting the title up into the air, "Rest in Peace" blasting through the airwaves as a ghoulish purple lighting engulfed the entire arena, the fans cheering at the sight.

"Tara posing with the title, as a sign of things to come," Michael Cole noted.

"Oh please!" Coachman spat in disgust.

Tara rose to her feet and dropped the Women's Championship on top of Melina, before proceeding to leave the ring, still angry about the outcome of the match.

"Well, Melina may have won the match, but she definitely didn't win the war!" JR said as Tara stalked up the walkway with her fists on her hips, a frustrated expression on her face.

"Yeah. This is far from over!" Jenna added.

"You're damn right it's far from over! If you think Melina is gonna let Tara get away with assaulting her, you are sadly mistaken!" Coachman snapped.

"I think Melina is the one who should be worried don't you? This is the second time she has cheated Tara out of championship victory," Jenna replied.

"She is right. If I was Melina, I wouldn't go anywhere near SmackDown for a while. I'd stay on Raw!" King exclaimed as Tara looked back at the ring, glowering at Melina's still form.

"Well whatever the case may be, Melina is still Women's Champion," Michael said.

"But there will certainly be repercussions for both women's actions. I have a feeling that these two women are not finished with each other."

. . . .

Later...

"That was awesome you two!" Sheree praised as she stood outside the Divas locker room with Melina and Roxanna. Sheree was now wearing dark jeans, black converse and her favourite black leather jacket. Underneath her leather jacket, she wore a black T-shirt with a gold sequin design in the form of a skull.

Melina and Roxanna had opted to wear their streetwear after showering, with Roxanna wearing a plain black tank top and her bikers jacket. She wore black leather pants which was fastened by a black leather silver-studded strap, with a silver jolly roger skull acting as the belt buckle. To finish off her outfit, she wore a pair of black knee high biker boots with zips running down the back.

"Just another day for this awesome Women's Champion!" Melina gloated with an obnoxious grin on her face, while tapping the Women's Championship belt that was hanging over her shoulder. Roxanna raised an eyebrow before shaking her head in amusement.

"Somebody better hurry up and kick her ass. I think the success has gone to her head," Roxanna retorted, making Sheree chuckle in amusement while Melina scoffed.

"You're just sour because I punched you in the face with those knucks," Melina commented.

"I've got a right to be! That thing hurt like a bitch!" Roxanna replied with a chuckle.

"Did you really have knuckle-dusters sandwiched down your top for the entire match?" Sheree asked, smiling in amusement when Melina grimaced.

"It was uncomfortable but it paid off! The crowd hated me for it!" Melina said with a chuckle.

Just then, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around Sheree's waist, causing the young woman to frown in annoyance while Melina and Roxanna looked on in amusement.

"Randal Keith Orton, if you don't let me go this second I'll rip yer arms off!" Sheree threatened, her Boston accent coming through heavily along with her annoyance.

A sigh of disappointment was all she got in response.

"Seriously? What the hell do you and the snake get up to when I ain't around?"

Sheree's eyes widened. That most definitely was not Randy Orton.

Sheree turned around and hugged the young man that was standing behind her.

He stood just over Sheree's height, but was still fairly built in muscle. He had dark brown eyes and wore a smile that looked eerily similar to her mother's trademark mischievous smile.

He wore a cap that was turned backwards, causing a small part of his spiky black hair to pop out of the hole, and a white t-shirt that had a picture of Freya wearing black lace lingerie and stockings in a seductive pose printed on the front of it. The young man also wore dark blue jeans and black Adidas sneakers.

Sheree let go of the young man with a huge smile on her face.

"Ethan! When did you get here!?" she exclaimed.

"I was actually here since the Pay-Per-View started. But mom had security drag me backstage! I swear she's crazy!" Ethan said while doing the loco gesture.

Sheree frowned and punched him in the arm, making him wince in pain. "You shouldn't talk about mom like that."

"Sorry... please stop hittin' me. I'm not as strong as you," Ethan groaned while rubbing his arm.

Melina cleared her throat, making Sheree and Ethan turn towards her and Roxanna.

Ethan's eyes widened at seeing the two women standing in front of him, while Sheree smiled apologetically at them.

"Sorry bout that. This is my little brother Ethan," Sheree said.

Roxanna raised a brow at the young man and smiled.

"This is lil Ethan? No way! You've gotten tall kid!" the tall woman exclaimed, causing Ethan to chuckle nervously, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Melina looked the kid up and down before smirking.

"He's cute!" she commented, causing the boy's face to go a deeper shade of red at the compliment.

"I... uh... I..."

"Use your words Ethan," Sheree sang with a chuckle, making Ethan glare down at her.

Roxanna chuckled at how flustered the young man was in their presence.

"We're going to the lounge to watch the rest of the Pay-Per-View with the others. You two coming?" Roxanna asked.

"Be there in a moment," Sheree replied.

Roxanna nodded before she and Melina walked off, leaving Sheree alone with her brother.

Ethan watched them go, still a little awestruck, before giving Sheree a big goofy grin. "She called me cute."

Sheree rolled her eyes. "You're 17 Ethan. You're a baby to her."

"No I'm not! I'm a grown man! I'm perfectly capable of picking up older chicks!" Ethan said, appearing offended by Sheree's comment.

Sheree held her hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! I get it Mr. Macho Man! Sorry for offending you."

The brunette-haired woman suddenly frowned, clasping her hands together nervously.

"So... is... uh... is Diana here?"

The question instantly made Ethan frown. "No. I think it would be best if she never came here."

"I know but-"

"You've just won your first ever Pay-Per-View match. You're moving onto big things Sheree! If Diana came to watch you wrestle, she would only ruin the mood," Ethan said.

Sheree looked down at the ground, conflicted. Her eldest sister was... a hassle to say the least. Ever since Sheree was a child, and had expressed enjoyment in the world of professional wrestling, her relationship with Diana had been rocky. That relationship only worsened once Sheree began training. Diana had practically cut herself off from the whole family. Sheree was pretty sure she hated her for even taking an interest in pro wrestling.

"Look. Forget about Diana. You're doin' great right now. Don't let Diana spoil that for you," Ethan commented sincerely.

Sheree smiled timidly. "Alright. Thanks for being here."

Ethan just smirked. "No prob."

Sheree smiled before raising an eyebrow at his choice of clothing. Her lips quirked upwards in amusement. "If Charlotte sees that shirt, you're dead."

Ethan looked down at his shirt, before looking back up at Sheree.

"What? She's hot! Besides, I'm just a fan. She can't touch me," was his answer, making Sheree chuckle in response.

"Loaded" played in the background, letting them know that the WWE Championship match between Randy Orton and Jeff Hardy was about to begin.

"Come on. I don't want to miss Kerry and her sexy body!" Ethan exclaimed, making Sheree shake her head at her teenage brother in amusement as they made their way towards the lounge.

. . . .

"Hey!"

Madison Square Garden erupted into an army of boos as "Burn In My Light" played throughout the arena. Jeff Hardy was already in the ring, a serious expression on his face, clearly ready for the WWE Championship match.

Randy Orton emerged as the double doors opened for him, an emotionless expression on his face, the WWE Championship held securely over his shoulder. Kerry was close behind, wearing an 'RKO' themed black t-shirt and blue skinny jeans that was tucked into black heeled boots.

The fans popped when they saw Kerry, elated to see their hometown troublemaker.

"And here comes the WWE Champion, Randy Orton," JR said as Randy and Kerry walked slowly down the walkway, both glaring at Jeff Hardy, who was glaring at them with equal intensity.

"And he's brought the beautiful but equally dangerous Kerry with him!" King gushed in excitement.

"Kerry from across the East River, hailing from Brooklyn," JR noted as Kerry surveyed the large audience with a frown. "This crowd seems happy to see her. A different atmosphere to what she usually gets."

"She's bound to do something to make em' change their tune quick. Watch," Jenna commented with amusement.

"This is definitely a match to watch ladies and gentlemen. But you have to wonder if Kerry will try to tip the odds in Orton's favour in this WWE Championship match," JR wondered.

"That's a stupid question JR! Of course Kerry is gonna get involved in this match! She's gonna want to make sure Jeff doesn't walk out of here with the WWE Title! Especially after he hit her with the Twist of Fate and nearly gave her a concussion!" King answered as the venomous duo approached the ring.

Orton pulled the WWE Championship off his shoulders, staring down at the coveted title, and then looked up at Jeff, shaking his head as if to say; "You're not taking this away from me!"

"What!" Hardy snapped whilst throwing his arms out, taking a step towards Orton in anger, only to be held back by the referee, making Kerry smile mockingly at the man.

"Jeff might as well have eyes in the back of his head. You never know what might happen when Kerry's around," Jenna added as Randy walked slowly up the steel stairs while Kerry stayed at ringside.

Randy slowly entered the ring, watching Hardy cautiously with narrowed emotionless eyes, before holding the WWE Championship up with one hand, receiving a small reaction from the crowd.

Randy turned away from the large crowd as his theme music faded into silence, handing the WWE Championship over to the referee whilst glaring at Jeff. Kerry made her way around ringside and jumped onto the apron, giving Orton a few words of encouragement before the bell rang for the match to start.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Championship!" Lilian announced, receiving a great reaction from the crowd.

"Introducing first the challenger, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy!"

Jeff performed his taunt, letting loose a kamikaze-like yell, getting an explosive reaction from the fans while Kerry and Orton glared at him in disgust.

"Wow..." King gasped in awe at the huge reaction Jeff received, chants of 'Hardy! Hardy! Hardy!' vibrating throughout the arena.

"And from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the WWE Champion, Randy Orton!"

Randy stepped towards Hardy with a tiny viper-like smirk as the fans booed him harshly. Kerry stepped off the apron, smirking at Jeff as Lilian exited the ring.

The referee lifted the WWE Championship high above his head, letting everyone know what was at stake. The referee went to hand over the WWE Title to Lilian, only for Kerry to quickly walk over and snatch it out of his hands, holding it securely on her shoulders, silently daring the man to try and order her to give it to the timekeeper with her cold evil gaze.

"It looks like Kerry wants to hold the WWE Championship during this match," JR observed, the New York fans cheering at the sight of Kerry holding the title, making a smirk slip across her face.

"It looks good on her," King added.

"She's probably just holdin' onto it so that she could run off with it when Jeff Hardy wins," Jenna retorted.

Kerry suddenly turned and gave Jenna an icy glare, clearly not happy with what she just said, while Jenna froze, surprised that the blonde even heard her, before giving the Brooklyn native a glare of her own. Kerry glared at her a little more before eventually turning away.

"Err... I think she heard you..." King muttered nervously.

"Whatever..." Jenna replied, nonplussed.

"You've got some guts kid," JR commented.

"It's a family trait," Jenna responded with a shrug.

The referee opted to let Kerry hold the title and signalled for the bell to be rang. He didn't feel like losing his head today.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

"Here we go! Jeff Hardy vs. Randy Orton for the WWE Championship!" JR said as Jeff and Randy circled the ring before locking up, pushing against each other and pushing each other around the ring, against the ropes and corners, fans chanting 'Let's go Hardy! Let's go Orton! Let's go Hardy! Let's go Orton! Let's go Hardy! Let's go Orton!' loudly as the two continued to test each other's strength.

This continued until Orton pinned Jeff against the ropes, causing the referee to begin counting. Orton slowly broke away from Jeff at a count of 4, a mocking sly smirk on his face, causing Jeff to shove Orton away from him harshly.

Randy glared at him in annoyance while Jeff remained calm and collected, the fans cheering loudly for Jeff.

"Don't let him get to you! Keep calm!" Kerry called out when she saw the look of annoyance on Orton's face.

Orton calmed himself down, clashing with Hardy in another lock up with Hardy taking advantage, grabbing Orton in a firm headlock. Orton winced slightly, before shoving the Charismatic Enigma off, only for Hardy to quickly bounce off the ropes, taking Orton down with a shoulder tackle. Orton stumbled to his feet, before Hardy took him down with a headlock takedown, keeping the self proclaimed Legend Killer grounded on the mat.

"I've gotta wonder, what does all of this mean for Jeff Hardy? What does the WWE Championship mean to Jeff?" JR questioned as Orton struggled to get out of Hardy's vice like grip.

"Well, we saw the video footage earlier. This is something Jeff has worked his entire life for," Jenna replied as Jeff used his body weight to pin Orton's shoulders to the mat.

"Look out! There's a count," JR observed, Orton managing to raise his shoulders off the mat after the 2 count.

"That's good and all. I mean yeah... Hardy has worked very hard to get to this moment, but it won't be easy. Orton ain't just gonna let him take it!" King responded to Jenna's answer, as Orton managed to roll Jeff over onto his shoulders, only managing to get the 1 count before Hardy righted himself, his arms tightening around Orton's neck.

Orton grunted in annoyance and pain before grabbing a fist full of Hardy's hair, much to the chagrin of the referee. Orton pulled Jeff's head back and wrapped his long legs around Jeff's neck, making it hard for him to keep the headlock he had on Orton cinched in.

"Orton with the head-scissors, using those long legs of his," JR noted.

"That's somethin' you don't see everyday from Orton," Jenna commented as Orton eventually escaped Hardy's headlock, using the head-scissors to full effect, using his whole body to wrench in the hold as tight as possible.

"Orton now, with the clear cut advantage," JR observed.

"That's definitely slowing Jeff Hardy down," Jenna said.

Jeff grimaced slightly before kicking out of Orton's head-scissors attempt, both men quickly rising to their feet. Jeff moved quicker than Orton, catching the Legend Killer in an atomic drop, making Orton wince in pain.

Hardy then shoved Orton onto his back, holding his legs apart whilst looking up at the crowd and letting loose a loud yell. The fans cheered loudly, all knowing what Jeff was about to do. Kerry's eyes widen at the sight of Orton stuck in a precarious position.

"We've seen this before!" JR exclaimed.

"Orton is about to feel a lot of pain!" Jenna added.

"OH!" King exclaimed as Jeff jumped, dropping his legs across the mid-section of Orton, making him groan in pain.

"Leg drop between the legs of Orton!" JR called out as fans reacted excitedly to the signature move.

"That had to hurt!" Jenna winced.

Randy sat up with a look of pain on his face, only to receive a front dropkick to the chest, sending him crashing back to the mat, the fans buzzing with excitement. "OH!"

"Jeff Hardy! With that quick baseball slide, hooking the leg...!" JR exclaimed as Jeff went for a quick cover.

1...

"Kick out!" Kerry cried out.

2…

"… And got a near fall! Hardy forcing the issue with a flurry of offence," JR observed.

Jeff stood up and grabbed Orton, pulling him up onto his feet, only for Orton to connect with a swift kick to the stomach, making Jeff back away, leaning against the ropes in pain. Orton stalked Hardy with a sinister snarl, grabbing Jeff's head and dragging him over to the corner, bashing his head off the top turnbuckle.

Kerry watched with a wicked smirk as Orton pummelled away at Jeff with angry vicious fists to the face, the fans beginning to boo at the sight.

"Look at that vicious, evil smile on Kerry's face as she watches Orton go to town on Hardy," King said as the cameras panned over to Kerry.

"She just loves the suffering of others doesn't she?" Jenna asked with rhetorical nervousness.

"That's Kerry in a nutshell Jenna," JR replied as Orton clobbered Hardy in the back and glared viciously at the WWE fans.

"HOW'S YOUR BOY NOW HUH?!" Orton snapped at them whilst holding his arms out mockingly, causing the fans to erupt into a sea of boos. "WHAT'S HE DOING NOW?! NOTHING!"

"He's gettin' a bit overconfident ain't he," Jenna said with an amused smile.

"Absolutely," JR agreed. "I think Randy Orton is somewhat underestimating Jeff Hardy."

Orton pulled Jeff to his feet and whipped him towards the opposite ropes, only when Jeff rebounded off the ropes, the Charismatic Enigma connected with a kick to Orton's chest, making him stumble into the ropes.

"Well Orton wants to take control of this match. He wants to take the upper hand. And once he does that, he's gonna let everybody know he's got it!" King said as Jeff ran at Orton and instantly clotheslined him out of the ring, making Randy land hard on the outside.

"Hardy with a clothesline that takes Orton out and onto the concrete floor," JR observed.

"Kerry looks very concerned right now!" Jenna commented as Kerry slowly began making her way towards where Orton landed with a look of concern on her face.

"Uh-oh, here we go!" King exclaimed as Jeff ran the ropes, rebounding off them and catapulting towards a recovering Orton.

Randy stood up only for Jeff to hit him with a dropkick through the ropes, sending Orton flying, the back of his head crashing into the barricade wall behind him.

"And a dropkick through the ropes sends Orton- Oh good lord!" JR exclaimed, wincing at the way Randy's head hit the barricade, lying against it in an awkward position, Kerry looking on with wide eyes.

"Whoa!" King cried out as Hardy lifted his arms up, the fans cheering in response, before watching Orton with narrowed eyes.

"Orton's head just snapped off the barricade wall! Orton's head just snapped off the security wall!" JR yelled out as Kerry rushed over towards Randy.

"Oh my gosh... look at his neck!" Jenna cried out, wincing at the awkward angle. "This match could be over!"

"Are you okay Randy?!" Kerry asked with an extremely worried expression on her face, while Orton leaned against the barricade on his neck.

"That must be uncomfortable!" The referee exited the ring to check on Orton.

"Yeah... I mean look at this impact! Watch the back of Orton's head!" King said as replays was shown of Hardy dropkicking Orton into the security wall. "Oh my gosh!"

Orton eventually got back to his feet, but as soon as he turned towards the ring, Jeff launched himself over the top ropes, taking out the current WWE Champion and almost taking Kerry out in the process. Luckily she managed to get out of the way just in time.

"Whoa!" Jenna exclaimed as the fans reacted with excitement.

"Jeff Hardy just launched himself over the top rope!" JR cried out.

"What is he playing at?! He nearly hit Kerry!" King snapped in annoyance.

Jeff slowly got to his feet and slid back into the ring, letting loose another yell and getting a loud response from the fans, while Orton stumbled around ringside with Kerry following closely behind him.

"Jeff better get Orton back in the ring. The title can not change hands via count out," JR noted.

Orton dropped to his knees near the ECW announce table with Kerry beside him.

"You alright?" she asked him. A look of anger appeared on Orton's face.

"Lets get outta here!" he whispered harshly, making Kerry smirk.

Kerry handed Orton the championship as he stood up.

"Forget this!" he snapped.

"Wait a minute... is Orton attempting to leave?!" Jenna questioned as Kerry threw Jeff Hardy a smug grin, the two beginning to walk off.

"It looks like it!" King answered.

"Orton wants to take his championship and go home!" JR exclaimed as the fans began to realise what the Legend Killer was up to and began to boo.

Orton and Kerry didn't even make it past the ECW announce table before Jeff cut them off, immediately punching Orton in the face, making him drop the WWE Title. "And Hardy says not so fast!"

The fans cheered as champion and challenger exchanged blows in front of the ECW commentary table, while Kerry backed away from the two with a snarl, watching as Hardy smashed Orton's head off the announce table.

"Whoa! Careful!" King exclaimed.

"Orton and Hardy! They're brawling right in front of us!" JR called out.

Hardy threw Orton back into the ring and climbed onto the ring apron, watching as Orton stumbled back onto his feet. Jeff went to spring up onto the top rope, hopefully looking for a springboard manoeuvre, only to be caught in mid-jump by a dropkick from Randy Orton, sending Hardy crashing to the floor.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as the fans let loose an 'Ohhh!' at the way Hardy landed on the floor beside the WWE Championship, while a small smirk appeared on Kerry's face at the sight.

"Oh wow!" Jenna cried out in amazement.

"Good lord! What a counter! What an amazing counter by Randy Orton!" JR complimented.

"That's what I call precision! Dropkicked Hardy right outta the sky!" Jenna added.

Orton grimaced in pain, clutching at his left elbow, while the referee slid out of the ring to check on Jeff, who was still laid out next to the WWE Championship.

"The high risk offence of Jeff Hardy crashed and burned on that exchange," JR commented.

"And look where he landed. Right next to the WWE Championship that he wants so bad," King noted as Orton steadily rose back up to his feet, the referee sliding back into the ring.

"That's gotta be some kind of omen," Jenna added as Orton rolled out of the ring, taking his time, slowly stalking towards Hardy. Randy forced Jeff to his feet before laying him out with a quick snap suplex, slamming his back hard onto the floor.

"Suplex on the floor!" King exclaimed.

"Oh man! That impact!" Jenna added.

"Oh, what a sickening thud! Hardy's spine smacking the floor off that suplex!" JR commented as Orton quickly pulled Hardy onto his feet and threw him back into the ring. Kerry picked up the WWE Championship, placing it protectively back onto her shoulder. "And now Orton's taking advantage! Going for the cover!"

1...

2...

Hardy kicked out, squirming in intense pain as Orton sat up with a faint look of frustration on his face. Orton stood up and pinned Jeff's legs to the mat before sadistically stamping on them, making Hardy cry out in pain.

"Orton can be very cold hearted, as we've seen in the past. There has been so many legends that both he and that black hearted siren standing at ringside has hurt, has insulted and disrespected, including Jeff Hardy's own brother Matt," JR said as Orton looked around Madison Square Garden with a smug grin, dusting the imaginary dust off his hands mockingly, making the fans react with harsh boos.

Orton stalked around Hardy with a dark smile before beginning to sadistically and methodically stomp away at Hardy.

"Look at this. I think Orton is right where he wants to be right now," Jenna said as a large smirk stretched across Kerry's face at the sight of Randy beginning his torture on Hardy.

"He's got everything well in hand. And now he's methodically walking around and stomping on every exposed body part of Jeff Hardy," King added.

Orton dropped down onto his knees, straddling Jeff and wrapping his hands around Jeff's neck, choking him. "That's a blatant choke! Good grief!"

"Yeah but Orton doesn't care. Orton is a calculating and cunning individual. And that blonde haired woman standing at ringside is even worse," JR said.

"Orton probably doesn't even care bout gettin' disqualified, despite the fact it's pretty clear he wants to pin Jeff Hardy," Jenna added as Orton dropped his knees across the side of Hardy's face twice, one after the other before going for the cover, not hooking the legs of the Charismatic Enigma.

"And he may just do it here!" JR said as the referee began the three count.

1...

2...

"And Hardy kicks out!" JR noted as Jeff easily got the shoulders up.

Orton stood up, slowly stalking Jeff as he crawled towards the ropes, where a smirking Kerry stood. "And Hardy, reaching out for the ropes, exactly where Kerry is."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Not with her being so close," Jenna commented.

"At this point, Hardy just needs to find a way to survive," King said as Jeff grabbed the ropes, trying to pull himself back up onto his feet.

Orton grabbed a hold of Jeff's hair, glaring at the WWE fans.

"YOU BELIEVE IN HIM?!" Orton snapped at the fans, garnering an angry reaction in response as Orton sneered at them, shaking his head. "NO!"

Randy grabbed a fist full of Hardy's hair and dragged him towards the ropes, choking him out on the middle ropes, causing the fans to boo angrily at the display. The referee demanded for Orton to release Hardy, beginning the 5 count when Orton showed no signs of backing off.

Orton immediately backed off at a count of 4, the referee reprimanding the Legend Killer for his actions.

While the referee was giving Orton a stern scolding, Kerry quickly stepped towards Jeff and slapped him hard across the face, quickly backing up before the referee noticed, causing the fans to boo with even more intensity as a sly smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh come on now! Kerry with a cheap shot!" JR snapped.

"Didn't take her long to get involved didn't it?" Jenna stated as Kerry laughed at the fans anger.

"No it didn't," King chuckled.

"Aww you're booing me?" Kerry questioned the angry fans, amused. "I thought you loved me!"

The slap had caught Jeff off guard, knocking him off the ropes. He favoured his sore cheek, glaring at Kerry in annoyance as she turned away from the fans to smirk innocently at him.

"This is what Jeff has to be weary of. Kerry is vindictive, smart and cunning. Maybe more so than Randy Orton himself," JR said as Orton pulled Hardy onto his feet by his hair, going for a straight right, only for Hardy to block it, connecting with a punch of his own.

"And Hardy, beginning to fight back! Jeff Hardy's life long dream is on the line! The WWE Title is what's at stake!" Jeff began to fight back with a flurry of punches and kicks, before whipping Orton towards the ropes and using his momentum when rebounding off the strong cables to launch him over the top ropes on the other side!

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as Orton collided back first with the apron, before falling of the edge and crashing down onto the floor.

"And Randy Orton, the reigning champion, just tasted the concrete at Madison Square Garden!" JR exclaimed as Kerry made her way around to where Orton was with a worried expression on her face.

"He hit the floor harder than last time!" Jenna added as Jeff exited the ring and stood on the apron in front of the turnbuckle, watching Orton with calculating eyes as he slowly stood up.

"And you can see it in Jeff Hardy's eyes. No sooner does Orton hit the floor and Hardy starts to climb the ropes," King said.

Kerry, seeing the look in Jeff's eyes, backed slowly away whilst looking nervously between the two.

"Randy... move now!" she warned as the man slowly made it to his feet.

"What's Jeff thinking here?" JR wondered.

"Whatever it is, it won't be good for Orton!" Jenna added as the defending champion turned around.

"Move Randy!" Kerry exclaimed as Jeff took off running across the apron as soon as Orton turned around, leaping off it and crashing into Orton, knocking him down to the floor, both men nearly banging their heads off the barricade walls.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as the fans reacted with excitement.

"Oh man!" Jenna cried out.

"Jeff Hardy, leaping off the apron, taking Orton out with a clothesline!" JR said as both men laid on the concrete floor, both beginning to get exhausted.

Jeff lifted himself up, sitting against the barricade with a wince of pain, before gingerly standing up and grabbing Randy. Jeff pulled Orton onto his feet and threw him back into the ring, quickly going for the cover as Kerry leaned against the apron, watching the match rage on with an extremely worried expression on her face.

1...

2…

Orton kicked out, making Hardy sigh in slight frustration, before pulling Randy up onto his feet and whipping him into the corner. Jeff made his way towards the opposite corner and sprinted at Randy, only for Orton to quickly duck down and out of the way, causing Jeff to go flying into the steel post shoulder first!

"Oh my god..." Jenna gasped, wincing at how hard Jeff's shoulder hit the ring post, the fans in Madison Square Garden releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact.

"Good grief! Jeff went flying shoulder first into that steel ring post!" JR exclaimed as Jeff slid off the second ropes, lying on the apron in pain. "Those steel posts are very unforgiving, just as we saw in the Chris Jericho-JBL match earlier."

Orton pulled Jeff back into the ring and went for the cover, taking full advantage of the situation.

1...

2…

Jeff kicked out after two. Orton quickly went right back on the attack, applying a full body submission, wrapping his long legs around Jeff's waist whilst choking Hardy out with a sleeper hold, keeping him pinned to the mat.

"This is smart by Orton. Keeping Jeff close to him and pinned to the ground with those body scissors," King said.

"Yet another thing we don't see from Orton very much," Jenna commented.

Jeff grunted as Orton's arm tightened around his neck, before somehow unwrapping Orton's legs from around his waist and slowly rising to his feet, elbowing Randy's mid-section multiple times in an attempt to fight back.

"Hardy, trying to fight back into this," JR said as Hardy eventually fought his way out of the submission, running the ropes only to be caught in a quick powerslam from Randy as he came off the ropes. "What a powerslam!"

"Randy timed that one perfectly!" Jenna commented.

"Randy is so quick at pulling off a counter! Jeff didn't see that coming!" King added as Randy quickly went for the cover, hooking Jeff's leg.

1...

2...

Jeff kicked out after the 2 count again, making Orton sit up with a look of annoyance, before grabbing Hardy by the hair and pulling him in for a tight headlock, grounding Jeff firmly to the mat once more.

"Orton with another amazing counter. Hardy tried to quicken the pace, only to be caught in that powerslam," JR commented as Orton's biceps tightened around Hardy's neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

The fans clapped, trying to encourage and will Jeff Hardy into the match, a small chant of 'Let's go Hardy! Let's go Hardy! Let's go Hardy!' being heard throughout the arena. Slowly but surely, Jeff managed to make it back up onto his feet, elbowing Orton in the mid section again, getting him to release a little bit of his grip. Jeff punched Orton in the gut, only for the defending WWE Champion to hit back with a clubbing shot to Hardy's back, making him cry out in pain, stumbling towards the ropes.

Randy went to whip Hardy towards the opposite ropes, only for Hardy to wrench the Legend Killer's arm before bringing him in for a short arm clothesline, both men crashing to the mat.

Both men got back up onto their feet, with Jeff reacting first, blocking a punch from Orton and connecting with his own and another one, before kicking Orton in the gut and running the ropes, rebounding off them and taking Orton down with a clothesline.

"Hardy, starting to fight back. Starting to quicken the pace," JR said as Hardy took Orton down with another clothesline and an elbow drop, before shunting Randy into the corner, ramming him back first into the turnbuckle.

Jeff sprinted to the opposite corner, with Orton stumbling after him as Jeff quickly scaled the turnbuckle.

"Uh-oh! Here's a chance!" King exclaimed as Jeff flipped off the top ropes, hitting a corkscrew senton on Orton, knocking the Legend Killer off his feet in a daze, while Kerry watched on with her eyes wide in horror and fear. "OH!"

"Whisper in the Wind!" JR exclaimed as the fans cheered ecstatically at seeing the manoeuvre.

"It worked! He hit it!" Jenna cried out as Jeff covered Randy, hooking his leg for the win.

"He got it! Could this be it! Could Jeff Hardy be walking away with the WWE Championship!" JR exclaimed as the official began the three count.

One!

"Randy! Kick out! Kick out!" Kerry all but shrieked, hands on the apron as she watched on, the fans screaming and cheering.

Two!

At the last moment, Randy managed to kick out just after the two count, causing Jeff to sit up, placing his hands on the back of his head in shock, while the fans expressed their disbelief loudly at the close count. "Oh my gosh! Randy kicked out!"

"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" Jenna exclaimed.

"At the last moment, Randy Orton kicked out! Jeff Hardy was a second away from becoming WWE Champion!" JR cried out as Kerry breathed a sigh of relief, placing a hand on her chest in an attempt to calm her rapidly beating heart.

"Wow..." King breathed. "Hardy got all of that Whisper in the Wind! You can't hit it anymore better than that!"

Jeff and Orton slowly rose to their feet, with Jeff going for a gut kick, only for Orton to catch him by the foot. Jeff however, flipped out of Orton's grip, connecting with a mule kick that sent Orton stumbling into the corner, falling into a seated position.

Jeff shot at Orton, using the ropes to elevate himself into the air and slammed his boots into the chest of Orton, knocking the wind out of him.

"What a dropkick from Jeff Hardy!" JR exclaimed as Hardy rolled onto his feet and pulled off his shirt, much to the excitement of the females in the crowd. "Uh-oh! Hardy's feeling it! The momentum is shifting back to Jeff Hardy!"

Jeff exited the ring and stood on the apron, throwing his shirt out into the crowd and letting out a yell, before climbing the turnbuckle, much to the fans growing excitement and Kerry's horror, Orton squirming in pain on the mat. "Hardy! Jeff Hardy climbing the ropes! Going for a chance!"

"Hardy is one Swanton Bomb away from winning the WWE Championship!" Jenna cried out in excitement as Jeff perched himself on the top rope.

"The champion is in big trouble!" King cried out.

Just as Jeff was about to leap off the ropes, Orton rolled out of the ring and onto the apron, panting in exhaustion and pain at the beating that he was taking from Jeff Hardy, while Kerry immediately went to check on him.

"And Orton, rolling out of the ring and stopping Jeff from hitting the Swanton Bomb," JR observed as the crowd booed at being denied the Swanton Bomb.

"Smart move," Jenna commented.

"You okay?" Kerry asked with a worried expression on her face, getting a nod from the tall man.

Kerry glanced at Jeff who was still perched on the top ropes, watching them both carefully.

"You need to think of something?! You can't afford to lose to this... this scumbag!" Kerry whispered harshly through clenched teeth, ignoring the boos she was getting from the crowd, as to them it seemed like Kerry was deliberately wasting time.

"I know! I've got this!" Randy replied in frustration, stepping up onto the apron and turning around, just in time to see Jeff leap off the top rope, blasting Orton off the apron and into the barricade wall for the second time in this match!

"Whoa!" Jenna exclaimed as Orton slowly slid down the barricade in a daze, the fans crying out in shock.

"Hardy with a dropkick! Sending Orton flying!" JR cried out as Jeff exited the ring and stood on the apron, watching as Orton rolled onto his hands and knees, throwing up his signature Hardy sign to a huge reaction.

Kerry stared down at Orton, who was struggling to get back up onto his feet, with wide eyes and looked up to see Jeff scaling the turnbuckle with his back towards Orton.

"Oh no! What's Jeff about to do?!" King questioned nervously as the roar from the crowd got louder in anticipation and excitement.

"Who knows? Only Jeff Hardy knows the answer to that," JR replied.

Before Kerry had a chance to warn Randy of the danger behind him, Jeff leaped backwards off the ropes just as Orton turned around, performing a moonsault off the top ropes.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as Hardy collided with Orton, both men crashing to the floor, the fans letting loose a resounding 'Ohhh!' at the impact.

"Oh my god!" Jenna cried out as both men laid on the floor, exhausted and in pain.

"Moonsault! A moonsault off the top rope!" JR yelled out as Kerry stared down at the two, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe at Jeff's high risk manoeuvre, and fear that Orton might just lose the WWE Championship tonight.

"That was amazing!" Jenna exclaimed as the referee slid out of the ring to check on the two combatants.

"Jeff Hardy, risking life and limb to win the WWE Championship here tonight in Madison Square Garden," JR commented as Jeff rolled onto his front, pulling himself up onto his feet using the apron, while Kerry glared at him with murderous intent. She was half tempted to just throw the entire match and hit Jeff with the title belt, but one look from Orton told her to back off.

The Charismatic Enigma pulled Orton to his feet and threw him back into the ring, following the dazed champion soon after. Jeff surveyed the crowd before releasing a loud yell and signalling for the Twist of Fate, getting a powerful, loud reaction from the MSG crowd. "Jeff looks ready to finish it! Jeff is looking to connect with the Twist of Fate!"

"Orton's WWE Title reign is about to go up in smoke!" Jenna exclaimed as Orton used the ropes to pull himself up onto his feet, completely unaware of Jeff stalking him from behind, waiting for his chance to strike.

Kerry watched on in fear as Randy stumbled to his feet, a very bad feeling striking her in the gut. I-Is this it?

Randy turned around, receiving a kick to the gut, allowing Jeff to set up the Twist of Fate.

"Twist of Fat- OH NO!" King exclaimed as with snake-like quickness, Orton slithered out of Jeff Hardy's Twist of Fate attempt and struck with a well placed RKO!

"RKO! RKO! MY GOD, ORTON JUST HIT THE RKO!" JR cried out as Kerry's eyes widened at Orton's sudden strike. Even she didn't see that one coming!

"W-whoa! That was... holy hell that was amazing!" Jenna gaped in awe.

"That came out of nowhere! Oh my god!" King exclaimed.

The crowd was going nuts, surprised and in awe at how fast Orton had managed to counter the Twist of Fate and hit the RKO all in one fluid movement.

Randy crawled into the cover, not having enough strength to hook Jeff's leg, pinning the Intercontinental Champion.

One!

Two!

Three!

"And Randy Orton retains the WWE Championship!" JR exclaimed as Orton rolled off Jeff Hardy, exhausted and in pain, "Burn in my Light" playing throughout the arena.

"Here's your winner, and still WWE Champion, Randy Orton!"

Kerry entered the ring with a relieved smile on her face as Orton shakily stood up onto his feet, and handed him the WWE Championship before raising his arm in victory, both he and Jeff Hardy receiving a standing ovation from the audience in attendance for their performance.

"What a great match! Randy Orton with snake like quickness, catching Jeff Hardy completely off guard with the RKO!" Orton and Kerry exited the ring, backing up the walkway as Jeff rolled onto his front, holding the back of his neck with a pained grimace.

"That was amazing! And I think the fans that came here tonight will agree with me! These two are receiving a standing ovation right now!" Jenna said, looking around with a smile as the fans applauded both men for their efforts.

"And they deserve it! It was a great match! I was gunning for Jeff Hardy, but in the end, the better man came out on top!" King said.

"I still can't get over that RKO! That was absolutely great!" Jenna exclaimed.

"A perfect end to a perfect match!" King added as Orton raised the WWE Championship with one hand, high above his head in victory, while Kerry stood beside him, smirking smugly at the disappointment on Jeff Hardy's face.

"And we still have the 30-Man Royal Rumble Match to get through!" JR reminded everyone.

"Oh I can't wait for that!" Jenna replied in excitement.

Orton and Kerry then turned their back on Jeff, heading to the back and leaving Jeff all on his own in the ring.

The Charismatic Enigma slowly made it to his feet and threw up the Hardy sign as he surveyed the fans in the audience, who were all standing up on their feet and clapping, giving both him and Randy Orton a tremendous amount of respect.

Jeff forced a tight smile to appear on his face and gingerly left the ring, collecting his Intercontinental Championship before making his way up the aisle. He was disappointed that he lost, but at least the fans were happy about the performance that he and Orton had given them. He may not be WWE Champion, but at least he was still Intercontinental Champion.

. . . .

Later...

Sheree sat between her mother and her brother Ethan in the living area, with the rest of the Divas and a few of the WWE Superstars, all watching the Royal Rumble.

The likes of Triple H, Umaga, Batista, Kane, Mark Henry, Chavo Guerrero, Mr. Kennedy and Carlito were still scratching and clawing, all with the same dream of headlining WrestleMania with one more entrant to come.

Sheree was really enjoying the rumble, especially with the surprise entrants such as "Rowdy" Roddy Piper and Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka appearing and taking everyone back a few eras.

Although there was more surprises to come, and Sheree couldn't wait to see everyone's face when John finally made his appearance.

"One entrant left," Ethan said nervously from beside her.

"Yep."

"Do you have any idea who the 30th entrant is?" Ethan asked, making Sheree laugh.

"Now why would I know that?!" she lied as easily as she breathed.

"Good point," Ethan sighed in disappointment. "If I was running the largest wrestling company in the world I wouldn't tell you anything either."

He got an elbow to the ribs for that comment.

Jane nudged Sheree with an amused expression on her face.

"You know somethin' we don't hun?" she whispered.

Sheree looked at her mother with a huge innocent grin on her face. "Now, what would make you think that?"

Jane chuckled.

"Well for one, you got that shit eating grin on yer face," Jane replied with a knowing grin. "You can't hide anything from me kid."

Sheree chuckled, before whispering something in her mother's ear.

Jane raised an eyebrow of great amusement and smirked at Sheree. "Really?"

Sheree just nodded with a smile of amusement.

"Well... things just got interesting," the older woman commented with a huge mischievous grin on her face as she turned towards the screen.

"The count down is beginning!" King exclaimed in excitement.

"The 30th entrant!" Cole cried out.

"Who's it gonna be?!" Jenna yelled out in wonder and excitement.

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

0!

The New York crowd in Madison Square Garden erupted when "The Time is Now" blasted throughout the airwaves.

"What?!" Cole exclaimed as Triple H whipped his head up towards the double doors, surprise evident on his face.

"No way! No freakin' way!" Jenna cried out.

"Is he here?! Is he really here?!" Tazz added in shocked wonder.

The action in the ring came to a stand still, all heads turning towards the double doors with a mixture of shock and annoyance radiating from all competitors in the ring, with Triple H being the most annoyed out of all of them.

Triple H's annoyance increased tenfold as the double doors opened, revealing John Cena, clad in his usual sneakers and blue jean shorts, wearing a black shirt that said "Hustle, Loyalty, Respect" in orange lettering and a picture of a bulldog on the back.

Cena looked down at the ground, his black and orange baseball cap hiding his face from view, before looking up, a smug shit eating grin on his face, directed straight towards a seething Triple H, his appearance igniting a frenzy of boos and cheers from the jam packed arena.

"John Cena! It's John Cena!" JR exclaimed in complete shock.

"He's here! John Cena is here!" King cried out.

"Holy crap!" Jenna yelled out.

"I don't believe this! I-I'm in shock!" Joey Styles exclaimed as John hyped up the New York crowd, making his way to the ring, fired up and clearly excited to be back.

"This is unbelievable! Oh my god!" Tazz cried out.

"The look on Triple H's face tells the entire story!" Michael said as Triple H glared at Cena in clear anger and annoyance. He vowed to win the Royal Rumble, and the worst possible person that was most likely to stop this from happening had just appeared when he least expected it!

"The roof on this building has erupted!" JR exclaimed as the screams got increasingly louder.

"This is insane!" Tazz cried out.

"I-I don't know what to say bout this! What a surprise!" Jenna exclaimed with wide eyes as Cena smirked at the seething annoyance on Triple H's face.

"The entire landscape has just changed! John Cena has just shocked the WWE World!" Joey said.

"John Cena is back!" Cole cried out.

Back in the living area, Sheree and her mother shared a smirk at the huge roaring mixture of obsessively loud screaming and hateful jeers from the fans, and the complete and utter shock coming from the commentators.

They weren't the only ones who were shocked. The lounge was completely silent in shock, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

Everyone turned and looked at Sheree who gave them all a sickly sweet grin.

"What?" the Bostonian questioned innocently, making Jane smirk in amusement at Sheree's teasing. Like mother like daughter.

"Sheree... did you know about this?" Charlotte asked her with a knowing smile on her face.

Sheree's grin widened mischievously.

"Maybe..." she replied with an innocent shrug, ignoring the annoyed glare on her brother's face. He made it clear that he wasn't a fan of the John Cena character, despite knowing the man personally for almost his whole life.

Sheree's answer caused a small uproar between everyone, all wondering why Sheree didn't say anything.

"Hey! I was sworn to secrecy! You guys aren't exactly the best at keeping things quiet!" Sheree replied.

"We are doing well enough to keep your family relation to Jane "Hellcat" Huxley secret from the fans thank you very much," Kerry replied with a hint of annoyance while Sheree and Jane just smirked.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Ethan growled angrily while glaring at the screen as Cena pulled off his black and orange baseball cap, throwing it into the New York crowd, making Sheree and a few others burst into laughter at his anger.

"It ain't funny Sheree!"

"Your reactions are always funny!"

"What's his problem?" Roxanna asked Jane in amusement as she watched Ethan enter a slight temper tantrum, ranting about how John Cena ruined what was a great Royal Rumble.

"John Cena hater," Jane answered, rolling her eyes.

Ethan sat back down on his seat in a huff before glaring at Randy Orton, who had the WWE Championship resting on his shoulders.

"I hope you kick his head off," Ethan growled, getting a raised eyebrow of amusement from Orton.

"What makes you think he's gonna win?" Orton replied with a smirk.

"Trust me. This is classic WWE cliché," Ethan replied, making Orton roll his eyes.

"You sound like one of those annoying smart ass fans," Sheree said with a frown on her face.

Ethan gasped in horror and glared at his older sister as if deeply offended by her comment. "How dare you! I am not a smart fan! I'm a Smark!"

"Ain't that the same thing?" Jane muttered with a shake of her head at her son's stupidity.

"Ew, you use those terms?! I hope you ain't one of those lazy ass fans that talks shit on the internet all day. Did you move your room to mom's basement too?!"

"S-Shut up Sheree!"

They turned back to the screen to see John Cena still outside the ring, with a clearly incensed Triple H glaring hatefully at him.

"You... me..." Cena started, pointing at Triple H before pointing at himself and then looking down at one of his armbands, as if it was a watch. He looked back up at the Game with a grin. "It's go time!"

"John Cena just told Triple H it's go time!" King exclaimed as Cena pulled his shirt off and threw it into the crowd.

"Triple H is incensed! This ain't what he was expecting!" Jenna cried out as Cena climbed up onto the apron.

"Get ready Jenna! Fists are about to fly!" Tazz added.

Triple H roared out an insult back at John, not noticing Mark Henry behind him until it was too late, hitting Triple H with a clubbing blow to the back.

"Mark Henry!" Cole cried out.

"I forgot he was still in this!" King exclaimed as Cena finally entered the ring.

"I think it's safe to say we all forgot about the other participants still in with a chance of headlining WrestleMania!" Jenna replied as John quickly took advantage of the situation, hitting Mark Henry with a flurry of punches before taking him down with a shoulder block.

"Down goes Mark Henry!" Cole cried out.

"Cena is on fire right now!" Jenna exclaimed.

Cena then quickly took care of Carlito and Chavo Guerrero, tossing them over the top rope, easily eliminating them. "Whoa!"

"Chavo's gone!" JR exclaimed.

"And so is Carlito!" Cole added.

Cena was far from finished. With his impressive strength and power, Cena managed to topple Mark Henry over the top rope, sending the crowd into a frenzy while Triple H watched on with an irritated scowl.

"Whoa!" Tazz exclaimed in shock as the World's Strongest Man crashed onto the floor, eliminated.

"Now Mark Henry has been eliminated!" King said in shock.

"John Cena! Look at the strength and the power!" JR exclaimed.

"He's gone crazy!" Jenna cried out with wide eyes.

"That injury is like a distinct memory now!" Joey said.

John then went back to his intense stare down with Triple H, both nose to nose with each other, the WrestleMania logo in the background looming over them like an omen, a sign of things to come.

"See! That's an obvious sign that John Cena is gonna win this thing!" Ethan growled.

"You don't know that. It could be Triple H that wins it," Charlotte commented, getting a scoff from Kerry.

"Keep dreaming toots," the Brooklyn native replied with a smile, making Charlotte glare at her.

"Don't call me toots!"

Triple H and John Cena began laying into one another with hard rights to the face, neither one of them backing down.

"Here we go!" King cried out in excitement, the fans popping at the sight.

"John Cena and Triple H! Trading blows in the middle of the ring!" JR exclaimed.

Cena kicked Triple H in the gut, running the ropes and rebounding off it, running right into a Spinebuster from Triple H. As soon as Triple H stood up, he ran into a roadblock in the form of the Samoan Bulldozer, who took the Cerebral Assassin down with a powerful uppercut.

"Umaga?!" King cried out in shock.

"He's still in this?!" Jenna questioned in equal shock.

"Ay-ay-ay, they really did forget who else was in the Royal Rumble didn't they?" Melina said with a chuckle of amusement, the Women's Championship sitting right next to her.

"Can you blame them? No one knew John was here! Not even we knew! Well... except from Sheree," Shawn replied.

Umaga grabbed Triple H by his long golden locks and pulled him up onto his feet, pulling his big thumb back and letting loose a monstrous yell, setting up for the Samoan Spike.

"Umaga! With that giant thumb!" JR exclaimed.

"Ahh! I can't watch!" Jenna cried out in fright.

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. "Seriously, when is she gonna get over that fear of the Samoan Spike. I mean it ain't like he's gonna jump out of the ring and hit her with it!"

"A big ass thumb gettin' thrust into yer throat. Think about it for a sec," Jane said while raising an eyebrow at him.

Back in the ring, Umaga was about to hit Triple H with the Samoan Spike, when Batista came out of nowhere and speared him into the mat!

"Spear! Spear!" Michael exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my god!" Jenna cried out, wincing at the impact of the spear as Batista stood up and released a loud roar, exciting the WWE Universe before clotheslining Mr. Kennedy over the top ropes. "WHOA!"

"There goes Mr. Kennedy!" Tazz said as Mr. Kennedy hit the concrete floor.

Batista then turned around, surveying the scenery and looking around to see who was left, before clotheslining Umaga clean out of the ring as the huge Samoan stood up.

"And now Umaga's gone!" Joey exclaimed.

Ethan remained quiet, thinking over what his mother said before replying. "Not as scary as Kane."

Jessica, who was leaning - annoyingly in his opinion - against her brother Phil Brooks, laughed at that.

"Kane is not scary. Demon Kane is scary. Not Kane," she replied making Ethan stare at her in confusion.

"What's the difference?"

"Demon Kane lit people on fire," Roxanna answered.

"But... so did unmasked Kane..." Ethan replied.

"Yeah... but I still think Demon Kane is scarier. It's the mask. Very intimidating," Sheree commented.

Kerry shivered. "Ugh... Demon Kane... just thinking about him makes my blood run cold."

Jeff raised an eyebrow, staring down at the blonde haired woman sat between him and Orton. "Seriously? You're scared of Kane?"

"Don't judge me Nero! My fear is perfectly justified!" Kerry growled, hitting the man in the chest. "And do NOT tell him about this!"

Jeff just rolled his eyes. "Please, he's a teddy bear!"

Triple H and Batista nodded at each other in neutral respect, turning around only to find themselves being choked out by Kane.

The Big Red Machine had a dirty rage filled expression on his face, looking frantically between the two, looking as if he couldn't decide who he wanted to chokeslam more.

"Kane!" King cried out.

"Where did he come from?!" Tazz exclaimed.

"I don't know but it looks like Batista and Triple H are going to take a one way ticket to hell!" Coachman added.

"He looks so confused! It's like he can't decide who he hates more!" Jenna exclaimed.

Kerry raised a slim eyebrow at Jeff. "A teddy bear huh?"

"... A teddy bear with anger issues."

Triple H and Batista kicked Kane in the gut before tossing the big red machine over the top rope.

"Whoa!" Tazz cried out as Kane sailed over the top rope and out onto the floor.

"And Kane has been eliminated! Kane is out!" JR said.

"Evolution Reunion! Evolution Reunion!" Joey Styles exclaimed in excitement.

"And now there is only three left!" Cole said as Batista and Triple H turned and glared at the one other man in the ring with them, John Cena.

"John Cena, Batista and Triple H!" Cole said.

"That's a lot of star power in the ring right now!" Jenna exclaimed.

"One of these three men are gonna win the Royal Rumble! One of these three men are heading to the Main Event of WrestleMania!" Joey cried out.

John Cena, Triple H and Batista stood in the middle of the ring, all staring each other down while the fans were going absolutely nuts at the intense standoff.

"It's thunderous here in Madison Square Garden!" Cole exclaimed.

"I can hardly hear myself think! This crowd is going nuts!" Tazz added.

Batista glared at both Cena and Triple H, before doing his thumbs up, thumbs down gesture, getting an explosive reaction from the fans.

John frowned before gesturing to tell both Batista and Triple H that they can't see him, receiving a loud burst of boos and jeers from the large crowd as a result.

Ethan's lip curled up in annoyance at John Cena's trademark "You Can't See Me!" taunt.

"Ugh... that has gotta be the worst taunt in WWE history," Ethan groaned, causing Sheree and a few others to chuckle in amusement.

"Your brother's hilarious Sheree," Kerry said with a chuckle, making Ethan smirk.

"And you are a total babe," he replied with a smirk, only to receive a smack on the back of the head from his mother.

"Quit hitting' on the ladies! Yer just a pup!" Jane retorted, making Ethan whine in annoyance and slight pain.

"I'm seventeen Mom!"

"Still a pup!"

Triple H glared at both Cena and Batista, before telling them both to suck it via DX crotch chop, receiving a massive pop from the WWE fans.

A brawl ignited between the three titans, showing no signs of backing down as the fans cheered them on.

"And a brawl has broken out!" Cole exclaimed.

"They're all just layin' into one another!" Jenna added.

"It's all for themselves in the Royal Rumble!" Tazz said.

"This is great!" King cried out in excitement.

Triple H and Cena tried to team up against Batista, but the muscular huge man from Washington managed to fight back, taking both Cena and Triple H down with a huge double clothesline.

"And a clothesline from Batista!" JR exclaimed as Batista grabbed Triple H before levelling him with a huge Spinebuster, and then doing the same to John Cena.

"Spinebuster! To both men!" Cole cried out as both Cena and Triple H squirmed in pain.

"Batista has been unleashed!" Jenna cried out as Batista unleashed a loud roar.

The fans erupted when Batista pulled Cena to his feet, signalling for the Batista Bomb.

"Batista Bomb! Batista is signalling for the Batista Bomb!" JR cried out.

"This could be it for Cena!" Tazz exclaimed.

"Yeah! Batista Bomb him outta the ring!" Ethan cheered while Sheree gave him an amused look.

"You're gettin' way too into this."

"What? And you're not? I see you twitching in excitement there buddy!"

"Damn. Caught red handed."

Just as Batista was about to give John a Batista Bomb, Cena fought out of it, back dropping out of the Batista Bomb, receiving a loud burst of screaming cheers from the fans that supported him.

Batista quickly stood up only to be clotheslined out of the ring by Triple H, receiving a huge pop from the fans in response.

"Batista has been eliminated!" JR cried out.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed.

"Triple H just eliminated Batista!" Jenna exclaimed.

Triple H slowly got to his feet, before turning around and glaring at John Cena, who was staring down at Batista's form outside of the ring with a look of shock, before looking at Triple H. "And then there were two!"

"John Cena. Triple H. Which one of these men will headline WrestleMania!" Cole questioned in excitement.

"My money's on Triple H!" Tazz said.

Triple H and John Cena stood face to face, Triple H pointing at the WrestleMania sign while mouthing off to Cena, who had a little smirk on his face, the crowd going wild.

They began trading blows, neither Cena or Triple H ready to back down just yet. Cena gained the advantage in the trading of fists, forcing Triple H into the ropes before whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring, laying Triple H out with two shoulder block takedowns before hitting the long haired man with his patent proto-bomb.

"And here comes John Cena!" Cole said as Cena stood up with a smile on his face, a hand held up in the air as he signaled for the Five Knuckle Shuffle, igniting a large mixed reaction.

"We know what this is!" King exclaimed in anticipation.

"Cena! Five Knuckle Shuffle time!" Cole added.

"Aw man. Not this move!" Ethan groaned.

"I wonder if John knows what Five Knuckle Shuffle actually means?" Jane mused, getting a choked laugh from the men in the room while the women just smirked in amusement.

"Mom!" Sheree cried out in embarrassment.

"What? Does he know or not?"

Sheree chuckled, amusement and embarrassment clear on her face before she shook her head. "No. No he doesn't."

Everyone in the living area laughed at that point.

"Are you serious?!" Kerry laughed.

"He's 30 years old and yet he still as a tiny bit of innocence!" Jessie said with a laugh.

Phil shook his head and chuckled. "Does he really not know?"

"Absolutely clueless," Sheree replied, getting a laugh from the people in the room.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what it means?"

"Good. I don't want you to," Jane replied.

"Mom, I'm seventeen!"

"Still a pup."

Cena performed the "You Can't See Me" taunt on a dazed Triple H, then ran the ropes, hitting Triple H with the Five Knuckle Shuffle.

"Five Knuckle Shuffle!" Cole cheered.

"And now Cena! Poised for the FU!" JR said as Cena squatted low, poised and ready, watching closely as Triple H stumbled to his feet. Once Triple H stood up onto his feet, John grabbed him and hoisted him up onto his shoulders, setting up for the FU. "Cena!"

"FU! Cena's setting up for the FU!" Cole cried out.

Triple H smashed his elbows into the head of Cena, trying to free himself from Cena's grip.

"Triple H is fighting out of the FU!" JR noted.

"Triple H won't give up yet! He ain't about to hand John Cena a ticket to the Main Event of WrestleMania without a fight!" Tazz added.

Triple H eventually fought out of the FU, kicking Cena in the gut and setting up for the Pedigree.

"The Game! Triple H setting up for the Pedigree!" Michael exclaimed.

Triple H tried to Pedigree Cena into the canvas but Cena refused to budge, rising and dropping the long haired man onto his back, escaping the Pedigree for the moment.

"And Cena escapes!" JR cried out.

"Man, Triple H almost had him there!" Joey said.

Cena gingerly rose to his feet and ran at a recovering Triple H, intending to clothesline him out of the ring, though it seemed as though Triple H was thinking the same thing, because the long haired man ran at Cena, colliding with him in the middle of the ring.

"Oh! My god!" King exclaimed.

"A double clothesline! Both John Cena and Triple H were thinking the same thing and paid for it!" JR said.

"They took each other out!" Jenna cried out.

Triple H and Cena struggled to stand, exhaustion starting to show as the fans cheered restlessly with anticipation, wondering which of these men were going to win the Royal Rumble and headline WrestleMania.

Triple H stood up first, making his way towards Cena only to be caught in the FU!

"FU! Triple H is caught in the FU again!" JR exclaimed, the fans screaming at the sight.

Just as Cena was about to connect with the FU, Triple H managed to wiggle his way free of the FU and connected with a big DDT, laying Cena flat out in the middle of the canvas. "Oh! What a DDT from the Game!"

Triple H shook away his exhaustion and pulled John Cena to his feet, lifting him up onto his shoulder and attempting to throw Cena out of the ring, but Cena held onto the ropes, refusing to be eliminated.

"Cena! Cena now in a precarious position!" JR observed.

"Cena better be careful!" Jenna added.

"Cena, holding onto the ropes for dear life!" JR said.

Cena eventually managed to break away from Triple H's hold on him, landing behind the Game and lifting him up onto his shoulders for another FU.

"Whoa! Whoa!" King exclaimed.

"FU! Cena's attempting another FU!" JR cried out.

Again, Triple H managed to slip out of Cena's grip and kicked him in the gut, wanting to finish this with a Pedigree, only to find himself on the shoulders of John Cena again.

"He's got him up again!" Jenna exclaimed.

"John Cena! What strength! What power!" JR added.

John Cena moved towards the ring ropes and then finally tossed Triple H over the top rope and onto the floor, gaining a pulverizing mixed reaction from the people of New York.

"Whoa!" Tazz exclaimed in shock.

"He did it! My god John Cena did it!" JR cried out.

"Woohoo!" King cheered.

"John Cena is going to WrestleMania!" Jenna exclaimed.

"NOOO!" Ethan whined from his seat as John Cena was announced the winner of the Royal Rumble. Sheree just watched her brother wallow in despair as Cena celebrated his victory, laughing at his misery.

"Well... there goes my title reign," Randy said with an amused smirk on his face.

"Bah! You'll be fine! You never know. Vince might pull off some kind of twist last minute," Kerry reassured him.

Sheree smirked as John continued to celebrate, pyrotechnics going off inside Madison Square Garden, confetti painting the ring.

"Heh, I could probably pull that off," Sheree said, making Ethan stare down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What? Win a Royal Rumble? HA! Yeah right Sheree! Keep dreaming!" Ethan exclaimed, laughing out loud at the thought of a WWE Diva winning the Royal Rumble.

Sheree growled and punched him in the arm, making Ethan yelp in pain.

"Not that you dumbass! The FU!" the woman growled.

Ethan snorted. "Yeah right!"

"I can!"

"Yeah, in yer dreams! Ain't no way you can lift anybody up on those tiny shoulders of yours!"

"If Mom can do the Huxley Bomb, I don't see why I can't do the FU!"

"When you're as insane as mom is come back to me!"

"Oi! I ain't insane!"

The others watched in amusement as Sheree and Jane argued with Ethan.

"Is that normal?" Melina asked Roxanna.

"Pretty normal. You get used to it after a while," Roxanna answered.

"I powerbombed Beth!" Sheree growled in frustration, glaring at her brother.

"So?! She probably weighs like a feather or somethin!"

Sheree glared at Ethan before punching him in the stomach.

"Gah! Damn bitch!" Ethan groaned in pain, while the guys laughed at his expense.

"I saw that one coming," Phil chuckled.

"Just be glad it wasn't your balls... asshole," Sheree growled before turning from her brother, who was still groaning in pain.

"You're such a bully!" he whizzed out.

"You know... if you're really serious bout this, I'm sure John won't mind if you ask him," Jane whispered, making Sheree smile slightly.

"You think so?" Sheree asked curiously.

"Of course! I don't see why not," Jane replied with a shrug.

Sheree kept quiet while the others talked amongst themselves, obviously thinking it over. It would be pretty awesome if she could actually pull it off. And she felt like she had to prove her stupid little brother wrong.

"Will Felix really let me use his finisher if I ask him?"