A/N: Hello Readers! Did you miss this?! I know I did! It's been a long time since I've posted a new chapter of Making a Name for Yourself, but I wanted to post this cuz it's my birthday today and I thought 'yeah lets post this!' Now, I haven't finished re-editing yet. I've done seven chapters so far (There's even a preview of Chapter 20 on Chapter 7. Check it out if you wish!) I'm hoping to get a Chapter of Dragon Ball Legacy done today also but I'm not sure it will be up today (Yes. I did watch DBS Broly! And yes it was awesome!) We shall see! But that's enough from me! Lets get on with the chapter! Oh! And I also have a P.O.V in this chapter! My first one!
Chapter 18: You Don't Deserve It
Friday Night SmackDown (February 15, 2008 tapings): Houston, Texas - Toyota Center, February 6, 2008
(? P.O.V)
I walked down the hallways of the Toyota Center, making sure to keep my head down as I walked towards Dray's office with a smirk. When Dray had asked me to come down to Houston, I didn't know what to expect, but when he told me that this would have serious implications on the near future, I couldn't help but get excited.
I walked into Dray's office, high fiving Christy on my way in.
"You're here!" Dray exclaimed, grinning in excitement.
I raised an eyebrow, eyeing the jeans and the 'Roronoa Zoro' themed shirt that was peeking through the confines of his opened black hoodie in amusement and promptly shook my head.
"They're gonna fine you one day," I stated rather bluntly, making Dray frown while his team laughed in amusement.
"I tried to tell him but he wouldn't listen," Christy drawled.
"Hey, hey! I can wear what I want!"
Both of us rolled our eyes at that response.
"So," I quipped, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "Are we ready for tonight?"
"Hold on..." Dray turned around and fished through the papers on his desk, mumbling to himself incoherently until he eventually found what he was looking for.
"Here we go!" he exclaimed with a bright smirk as he eyed the script in his hand, before handing it over to me. "That's your script for tonight."
I looked the script over, my eyes widening and doing a double-take at what I read. I looked up at Dray, who smiled at the wide eyed look on my face.
"Are you serious?! Is this for real?!" I questioned incredulously.
"Yep! What do you think?" Dray asked.
"I love it!" I exclaimed, launching at Dray and pulling him into a huge hug.
"*Cough...* My man... *Cough, Cough...*" Christy coughed, though from the expression on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't being serious.
I released Dray, grinning sheepishly at Christy, before looking at the Head Creative Writer of the Divas Division with a beaming smile. "I can't believe this! Thank you Dray!"
"Thank me after everything is all said and done," Dray replied before handing me another script. " Oh, and give this to Lisa when you see her. It has details on what she'll be doing later after her match."
"Can I have a look?" I asked.
"Sure!" Dray replied.
I looked over Lisa's script for the night, skimming past her match with Michelle McCool and smiling at the scene that was going to take place later on in the night.
"You certainly know how to impress a woman Dray."
"I try my best! But I couldn't have done it without my team!" Dray replied whilst gesturing to the SmackDown side of his ten person team.
"Aww, look at him, giving us credit!"
"Be quiet Claire!"
I chuckled at their antics, heading out of the room. "I'm heading back to the trailer. I don't wanna be out for too long. Someone might see me and we don't want that! I'll give this to Lisa when I head back out."
"Alright! See you later on," Dray replied as I left, quickly heading back to my hideout spot.
. . . .
Later in the evening...
I grinned, making my way into the canteen and finding Lisa in her ring gear, sat at a table with Jessica, Jay and Adam. Lisa's match was coming up shortly, so she looked just about ready to head off for the gorilla. I walked up to them, careful not to reveal myself to anybody in the room and sat at the table. "Hey Lisa!"
The veteran froze, instantly recognising my voice, her and the rest of the people sat at the table staring at me in surprise and amusement.
"What are you doing here?" Jessica questioned with an amused smirk.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out," I stated cryptically, smirking back at her before handing Lisa her script. "For you madam."
Lisa read through the script, raising an eyebrow at what she would be doing later on in the night. "Oh..."
"What?" Adam questioned. "What's that oh for?"
"It appears I'm gonna be busy tonight," the short haired woman drawled, smirking at me. "What are you up to?"
I smiled mischievously and winked. "Like I said, that's for me to know and for you to find out."
I rose from my seat, still smirking. "I'd better go. Don't tell anyone you saw me."
(P.O.V end)
Lisa watched her leave with an amused grin, before turning towards the others, who were watching the woman leave with bewildered looks on their faces.
"I hate it when she gets all mischievous and playful like that," Jessica groaned. "It's been awhile since she's acted like that. You just know something's bout to go down when she gets that excited."
Adam chuckled. "This has Dray and Christy written all over it."
"Damn... now she's gotten me all excited," Jay sighed, a smirk on her face. "I wanna know what they're up to now."
"Well whatever it is, it will surely be eventful," Lisa replied with a smile.
. . . .
Later...
The fans booed in righteous anger at the sight of Melina speed-walking down the corridor in casual street wear, the Women's Championship resting against her bare tan shoulders as she walked down the dark corridors with a purpose.
"Oh... Oh no..." Michael gulped at the dark snarl that was present on Melina's face as she stomped through the hallway like a raging tiger just waiting to bite someone's head off.
"Well... We've been hearing rumblings of Melina looking to call out Tara Stone all night," Coachman stated. "From what I can tell here, it seems those rumblings are true."
Melina looked to the left of her peripheral vision and did a double-take, slowly coming to a stop with slightly wide eyes. "What in the hell are you doing here?!"
The fans broke out into a huge heated reaction of boos as the camera panned to reveal William Regal glaring at Melina.
"Whoa what?!" Coach exclaimed.
"What in the world?!" Michael cried out in shock. "What's the General Manager of Raw doing on SmackDown?!"
"I have no idea!" Coach replied, still caught off guard. "I'm just as confused as you are?!"
William advanced towards the black haired Latin-American until he was almost towering over her, making Melina gulp as his glare turned into an irritated scowl.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you and Tara have caused?" he growled out in a low icy tone that made Melina bristle.
"I-"
The General Manager of Raw held up a hand, effectively shutting the Women's Champion up, much to the satisfaction of the fans, who cheered and applauded at the sight.
"Your recent hostile confrontations are starting to have a very frightening effect on the rest of the Divas Division!" Regal snarled in annoyance. "Did you even see what happened this past Monday?! Sheree-"
"Look. Regal," Melina cut off the old man with an irritated sigh, massaging her temple. "I don't give a damn about the rest of the women on the roster."
This made Regal's eyes narrow in disapproval, but he refrained from commenting.
"All I care about is me and this title," the woman drawled, shifting the Women's Championship on her shoulder before frowning scornfully at the man in front of her. "Got it?"
When it was clear Regal wasn't going to say anything more, Melina threw him an icy smile. "Good. Now, where is Vickie? I asked her to do something for me and she has yet to get back to me."
William's deep eyes blazed with anger. Who in the bloody hell does she think she is?! She doesn't get to order us around! We are the authority here! Not her!
Judging by the way Melina's smile widened into an antagonistic smirk, she was fully aware of his anger and was enjoying every moment of it.
"I am very aware of your... demands," the man replied icily. "I consulted with Vickie earlier and everything has been finalized."
"Good," Melina said with a pleased smile. She turned away from William, seemingly no longer interested in anything he had to say, her gaze suddenly steely and dripping with malice intent. "Now I can finally end this."
William Regal cleared his throat just as the woman was about to walk away, making her slowly look back at him with barely restrained impatience. "Yes?"
William smirked in amusement at Melina's poor attempt at hiding her impatience and irritation.
"I just thought you would like to know that I will be out there to make sure you two don't get out of hand," he drawled innocently, making Melina bristle, her eyes widening slightly.
"What?! No, you don't need to-"
"This will be a civil confrontation for once," the Englishman retorted, not missing the irritated scowl that briefly crossed Melina's face at being cut off. "No weapons. No contact. No tomfoolery. Understand?"
"You-"
"Do you understand?"
Melina scowled thickly, the fans watching in amusement as she growled out a short and icy "Yes," through gritted teeth.
A smooth smile stretched across William's face, and he nodded once at the clearly annoyed Melina, before walking away, the Women's Champion watching him leave with a deep scowl of indignation.
. . . .
William Regal stood in the middle of the ring, the SmackDown crowd booing his appearance as he stared up at the stage, ignoring the fans irritation with him in favour of focusing on the confrontation about to take place.
"Well as you can see, William Regal is in the ring to make sure this confrontation between Melina and Tara Stone doesn't get out of hand," Michael Cole noted.
"I don't feel comfortable having a RAW GM on our show," Jonathan Coachman retorted. "He's in hostile territory. He better not get comfortable... or try to poach any of our talent."
"Well, Vickie seems to be incredibly busy with the situation between Edge and Rey Mysterio," Michael replied as "Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to ground-shaking hostile boos, being so loud Michael had to raise his voice a bit. "So it makes sense that she would ask William Regal to take care of this hostile situation between Melina and Tara!"
"Wow..." Coachman breathed as Melina walked out onto the stage, pausing and glowering at the large SmackDown crowd as their heated reaction towards her got even louder at her appearance, the Women's Championship held over her shoulder. "They really don't like her."
"Well, Tara was born in Texas," Michael replied as Melina snarled at the fans and stormed down the ramp, glaring at Regal as she walked down the narrow aisle, ignoring the fans attempt at heckling her. "And as we saw last week, the people of Texas are very upset with Melina for what she did to Tara a few weeks ago."
Coachman scoffed as Melina entered the ringside area and walked up the steps. "Would you quit bringing that up?! Melina was only doing what she had to!"
"She busted Tara open Coach!" Michael exclaimed incredulously as Melina stood on the apron, staring a disapproving hole through William Regal, who remained emotionless as he stared right back at her. "Melina went way too far! She was out to permanently injure Tara! How can you sit there and condone that?!"
"Alright, alright," Coachman groaned in annoyance as Melina stepped into the ring. "No need to get hot about it!"
Melina signaled for a microphone as her theme music died off, pausing and looking out into the crowd with an annoyed scowl as she was hounded by a chorus of angered boos.
"These people have no respect..." Coachman mumbled in distaste as Melina shook her head, letting loose an icy chuckle. She looked at Regal who just shrugged.
The Women's Champion raised the microphone to her mouth, only to drop her hand when the boos heightened and intensified. She looked out into the crowd, her upper lip lifting up scornfully in disgust.
She glared at them with hatred pulsing through her eyes, her right eyebrow starting to twitch as Texas seemingly refused to let up.
Once the hostile crowd started to cool down, Melina lifted the microphone to speak, when a particularly loud fan roared, "YOU HAD IT COMING!" from behind her.
Melina paused, her eyes burning in pure rage as all of her frustrations and pent up anger from the past few weeks and months came pouring out all at once, and she turned on her heel with a snarl.
"WHO SAID THAT?!" she snapped through the microphone. Regal jumped at her explosion of anger, but she ignored him in favour of glaring out into the crowd. "You think you're clever huh? You think you're funny?!"
"You all think I had it comin' huh?!" Melina snarled, turning away from the fan to glower at the crowd as a whole, her anger rising when the fans began to boo again. "I bet you were all salivating when you saw Tara chokeslam me off the stage and through a table! I bet you all loved every single minute of it didn't you?!"
"I am sick and tired of this god-forsaken state!" Melina roared, making the fans boo even louder in response. "Keep booing! I don't care! I hate you all just as much as you hate me!"
"I'm gonna enjoy the looks on your faces, when Tara fails, FAILS to take this from me," Melina growled, a sick grin starting to slither across her face as the fans booed her viciously in outrage. She pointed out to the crowd, walking around in the ring as she held up the Women's Championship. "You are all going to have to get use to this image Texas, cause there is no way I'm gonna let that goth-queen of yours walk out of Vegas with my title!"
Melina slipped the title back onto her shoulders and gripped the ropes, scowling into the hard camera with dark eyes of malice, the boos intensifying greatly and showing no signs of silencing. "I am going to destroy Tara! I'm going to make sure she disappears forever just to spite you Texas!"
"There will be nothing left when I'm done with her!" Melina spat into the microphone, scowling as the fans somehow got increasingly louder.
"Jesus..." Michael mumbled quietly, shocked at the amount of hate and anger and hatred Melina was garnering from the crowd.
"There will be no happy endings for you!" she roared out in a rage. "No more big WrestleMania matches! No more Tara! Nothing! She will be gone for good when I'm done with her! I will end her career and bury it in the depths of hell where it belongs!"
Melina scowled as the crowd continued to spew hate-filled boos her way, a small 'YOU SUCK!' chant starting to whisper throughout the arena.
"You know what?" the Latin-American growled. "I'm done talking to you pathetic losers. I came out here to call Tara out! And that's exactly what I will do!"
The fans of Houston cheered at the thought of a Tara appearance, making Melina scowl in pure disdain as she glared at them. "Of course you people would like that!"
The fans booed at her retort, making the woman's scowl deepen before glaring up at the stage. "Tara! Get out here, so I can get this over with and get out of this dump you call a home!"
She scowled at the fans when their boos got louder in response. "If you don't shut up right-"
All the lights in the arena suddenly shut off, cloaking the arena in darkness as the fans erupted into a huge pop.
"Uh-oh," Michael said. "Things are about to pick up here!"
The lights in the arena turned back on, with Melina glaring up at the ramp, though she could feel a foreboding presence behind her, the fans cheering even louder at the sight.
Melina slowly turned around to find Tara standing opposite her, wearing her black trench coat and open-crown hat, her gold eyes never leaving the Women's Champion.
"Oh wow... if looks could kill," Coachman mumbled as the two women stared murderous daggers at each other, the fans starting up a loud and passionate 'TARA' chant. Melina snarled at the audience, as if the chants were angering her even more.
William looked between the two women silently, gulping as a crushing tension filled the air. He had never felt anything like it in his life. Not even with the rivalries' Trish had with Lita and Victoria.
"You could cut the tension with a knife," Michael said. "This is an intense feeling. The moment Tara appeared, the air shifted."
As the fans began to calm down, Melina lifted the microphone to her lips and opened her mouth, but paused as she stared into Tara's golden orbs. The Women's Champion lowered her hand, shaking her head as a cold tense smile stretched across her face, the impassive, unblinking stare of Tara Stone seemingly fuelling her anger to a new level.
"I have just about had it with you," Melina snarled through the microphone as she glowered at her taller adversary. "I am so goddamn sick of you!"
Tara remained impassive and silent, not saying a word as Melina paced the ring, neither woman taking their eyes off the other.
"You infuriate me. Everything about you, everything you stand for angers me," Melina growled as a hush of boos whispered throughout the Toyota Center. "You won't leave me alone! No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try you just won't go away! WHAT THE HELL DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET RID OF YOU?!"
"She's starting to lose it," Coachman noted as Melina paused and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to collect herself and try to calm her boiling anger.
"This whole rivalry has really gotten to Melina in the worst way," Michael said as Melina cooled down enough to continue speaking.
"I am tired of having to deal with you, so I talked to Vickie Guerrero," Melina revealed, making Tara's eyes narrow as a smirk started to slither across the current champion's face, holding the title level with her face. "Take a good long look at this title Tara! This is the last time you will ever see it!"
The fans booed, but Melina paid them no mind. "Cuz whoever loses on Sunday will never get another title shot as long as the other is champion!"
The fans booed even louder at this as Melina smiled widely, while Tara simply glared at the woman.
"That means when I beat you, you will not be allowed to compete for the WWE Women's Championship as long as I'm the Champion!" Melina told the woman, taking a step towards Tara, shrugging away from William Regal when he attempted to keep her away from the taller woman. "You will never see this championship again!"
The fans booed at this while the two women stared each other down.
"Wow, that's one heck of a stipulation," Coachman noted. "Once again, Melina's cunning holds no bounds."
"The stakes just got raised a little bit," Michael added.
"... That does not make a difference to me," Tara replied calmly, making Melina frown. "Because neither of us will be leaving Las Vegas until I am once again WWE Women's Champion!"
Melina scowled while the fans cheered at Tara's statement.
"I will be Women's Champion again," Tara stated, a snarl stretching across her face as Melina shook her head in denial. "And I will have vengeance for what you did to me two weeks ago!"
"Your ven- IT WAS YOUR FAULT I HAD TO BUST YOU OPEN WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!" Melina snapped, her eyes wild with rage. "You pushed me to my breaking point! You forced me to that point! You awakened this side of me, and now you have to deal with the consequences!"
A sick and twisted grin stretched widely across Melina's face. "You know, the one thing more important to you than being Women's Champion is WrestleMania."
The evil grin on Melina's face widened gleefully at Tara's reaction, not missing the way the older woman's body tensed up at the mention of WrestleMania.
"That precious 8-0 winning streak of yours," Melina cooed mockingly as she stepped up to Tara who glared down at her. "I'm going to make sure you don't make it to WrestleMania Tara. I'm gonna burn everything that you hold dear. WrestleMania, your streak, your entire legacy! EVERYTHING! I'll burn it all to ashes and by the end of it..."
Melina raised the title high above her head with one hand, grinning widely as she stood face-to-face with her challenger, William Regal watching wearily, the fans booing as she continued. "I will be the only woman left standing, hand raised, standing over the remnants of your legacy and walking out of Las Vegas still WWE Women's Champion!"
Tara tilted her head as she stared down the champion, looking up briefly to stare at the title before looking down at Melina.
"… You're a fool if you think it will be that easy."
Melina frowned, lowering the arm that held her championship as the fans cheered at Tara's response.
"You asked what it would take to get rid of me?" Tara questioned, and Melina suddenly found herself leaning back with wide eyes of terror as Tara got in her face, her golden eyes blazing with fury.
"You'll have to sell your soul to the devil, if you are to have any hope of vanquishing me," Tara stated coldly to loud cheers of approval from the fans. "There is no easy way out for you anymore Melina."
"You either survive... or you fall," Tara growled as Melina shook her head. "I assure you it will be the latter."
"I will be heading into WrestleMania," Tara stated evenly, the fans cheering as Melina glowered at her. "And I will be taking the WWE Women's Championship with me."
"At No Way Out Melina, you won't be resting in peace..." a dark snarl curled up Tara's lips as her gold blazing eyes bored into Melina, who began to back away in fear at the look on the woman's face.
"You'll be screaming in the depths of hell!"
The fans cheered loudly as Melina's face paled, gulping in fear as Tara's foreboding words started to sink in. She looked down at the canvas and away from Tara's burning gaze, not wanting to look into the woman's gold eyes, taking a couple more steps back.
"That's one heck of a statement," Coach stated.
"Melina seems absolutely terrified!" Michael noted. "It seems she's starting to realise the price of her-"
The fans released a loud and shocked roaring pop, both Melina and William Regal snapping their heads up towards the stage in wide-eyed shock, while a blank mask appeared on Tara's face, also looking up at the stage, though she did raise an intrigued brow as the hard riffs of "Headstrong" blasted throughout the arena.
"What the hell?!" Coachman exclaimed as Sheree Louise walked out onto the SmackDown stage to an ovation of surprise, a huge smirk on her face as she saw the shocked looks on Melina and William Regal's faces. "What is she doing here?!"
The young woman wore her black leather hooded jacket, with her 'Headstrong' themed t-shirt underneath and jeans, along with a pair of toe-capped boots. There was still signs of bruising around her right eye from when Beth and Victoria attacked her.
"It's Sheree Louise!" Cole cried out in shock. "Sheree is on SmackDown!"
"But what is she doing here?!" Coach repeated. "She's a Raw Diva! Did William Regal bring her here?!"
"Judging by the look on his face, I'd say no!" Michael replied as the camera panned to show William's wide-eyed look as he and the two other women in the ring stared up at Sheree, completely not expecting the young brunette's arrival.
Sheree's smirk widened as her music died down, the fans surprised cheers and the looks on William and Melina's faces greatly amusing her.
"I'm sorry," Sheree drawled mockingly. "Am I interrupting something?"
The fans cheered, but those cheers quickly turned into boos at Melina's annoyed retort.
"Who the hell are you?!" Melina snapped. Sheree raised an eyebrow at this.
"Who am I?" Sheree repeated, holding a hand to her heart. "Oh, I'm just the woman who beat Beth Phoenix at the Royal Rumble to become the #1 Contender for that title you're holding!"
The fans cheered while Melina scowled, her brow twitching. "And I can have that title match whenever I want!"
Melina's scowl thickened and turned to glare at William Regal who simply smiled nervously.
"Speaking of that..." Sheree paused as the fans cheered in sudden excitement, smirking deviously as Melina snapped her head up at Sheree with wide eyes of trepidation.
"Oh no..." Coachman paled. "She's not gonna do it now is she?!"
"She could if she wanted to Coach," Michael replied. "She won the right to have a title match whenever she saw fit!"
"I have officially decided when and where I will challenge for the Women's Championship!" Sheree revealed, making the fans cheer in excitement and anticipation.
"This is huge Coach!" Michael exclaimed. "Sheree's calling her shot!"
"Please don't say right now, please don't say right now, please don't say right now," Coachman begged.
Sheree chuckled at the wide-eyed look on Melina's face. "Why do you look so terrified Melina? Do I threaten you?"
Melina scowled. "Don't get cocky just because you get to choose the place for one title match! It won't make a difference!"
The crowd booed at this.
"Shut up!" Melina snapped at them before glaring back at an amused Sheree. "You're a nobody! You'll never be a threat to me! You'll never touch this title, and you'll never beat me!"
Sheree smiled, tilting her head slightly. "That's funny... cuz I remember Beth Phoenix saying that, and I ended up beating her..."
Melina scowled at this.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. I'm not gonna do it right now," Sheree told her, wincing slightly as the fans booed. "Sorry Houston."
"But I wouldn't get too comfortable," Sheree warned playfully. "So William, call whoever you need to, to make this official, cuz this is gonna be huge!"
"What the hell is she up to?!" Coach questioned in annoyance.
"Melina, Tara," Sheree addressed the two, a battle-hardened smirk of excitement on her face. "I don't care which one of you comes out of No Way Out champion. Just know that I'll be waiting,.."
Sheree suddenly raised a finger and pointed, making Melina freeze, while Regal suddenly went pale, the fans releasing loud, excited cheers once they realised what she was pointing at.
"Oh my god," Michael breathed in shock as he and Coach suddenly realised what Sheree had in mind.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Coachman exclaimed in shock and annoyance.
The three individuals in the ring turned and looked up at the WrestleMania sign hanging high above. William looked borderline horrified, while Melina seemed to boil with rage at the thought of this no name brat, out-right challenging her to a match at WrestleMania. Tara's face remained blank, seemingly nonplussed.
They turned back to look at Sheree who smiled at them widely, whilst boldly finishing her proclamation with no fear. "... at WrestleMania!"
"Wow!" Michael exclaimed as the fans cheered in excitement at the announcement, "Headstrong" blasting throughout the arena, the fans cheering even louder as Sheree smirked fearlessly at two of her potential opponents. "What an announcement! Sheree came and in a couple of minutes, just shook the very landscape of the Divas Division! This is huge Coach!"
"I don't believe this!" Coach ranted as William ran a hand over his face, while Melina snarled at the smirking face of Sheree in pure outrage, shaking her head in frustration. "Doesn't she realise what she's done?! Who the hell does Sheree think she is?! She thinks just cuz she beat Beth Phoenix one time, she can come out here and outright challenge two of the most powerful women in the Divas Division right now, to a match at the biggest stage of them all?! What the hell is she thinking?!"
"I don't think she cares Coach," Michael replied. "And don't forget, Sheree faces Victoria in two days! If Sheree beats Victoria, then there is no doubt in my mind that Sheree deserves a Title Match, even at WrestleMania!"
"I wouldn't care if she beat god," Coachman retorted bitterly. "She still wouldn't deserve a match at WrestleMania! She's not ready for that big of a stage!"
"I think you're being too har-" Michael was cut off as Melina suddenly turned and rushed Tara, running right into a boot, making the fans release a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight of Tara's foot colliding with Melina's face, the title flying out of her hands as she crumbled to the canvas. "Oh my word! What a boot!"
William stared down at Melina in shock, while Tara stared up at a smirking Sheree for a moment, her face emotionless as she pulled off her open-crown hat.
"Tara staring a hole through Sheree!"
Tara suddenly grabbed the dazed champion by her long black locks and pulled her to her feet, the fans cheering when they realised she wasn't done. "And I don't think she's done!"
"Do something Regal!" Coachman exclaimed.
Regal attempted to stop the taller woman, but no words would come out. He simply watched as Tara lifted Melina into the Tombstone position, staring right up at Sheree as she did so.
"Tara has Melina set for a Tombstone!" Michael exclaimed as the fans roared with approval. "And she's staring right at Sheree!"
Sheree showed no signs of intimidation, smirking as her sparkling blue eyes met Tara's blazing gold orbs, before the Princess of Death Valley dropped to her knees, planting the champion's head into the mat with destructive impact.
"NO!" Coachman exclaimed in horror.
"Tombstone Piledriver!" Michael cried out as the fans cheered.
"Damnit Regal!" Coachman growled. "Why didn't you stop her?!"
"Could this be Melina's fate come Sunday?!" Michael questioned in excitement as Tara loomed over Melina's still form, her golden eyes never leaving the smirking face of Sheree.
"Shut up!" Coachman snapped.
Tara tilted her head, and to the shock of everyone barring Sheree, smiled, at the brunette haired woman.
"Is... is Tara smiling?!" Michael exclaimed.
"That is terrifying!" Coach added, paling at the sight.
"She's smiling Coach!" Michael repeated, eyes wide. Sheree smiled right back at the woman, seemingly unafraid of the unnerving rare smile that stretched across Tara's face. "And Sheree is smiling right back at her!"
"There is something wrong with that woman!" Coachman growled as "Rest in Peace" played throughout the arena to a loud reaction, Tara rising to her feet, still smiling at Sheree. "Tara is damn-near unbeatable at WrestleMania! She's like a completely different being on that stage! Melina has shown herself to be one of the most cunning Women's Champions in history! And this kid just recklessly challenged the both of them to a match at WrestleMania! She's completely insane!"
"Well sometimes, you need to take risks to reach your goals," Michael said. "Who will Sheree face at WrestleMania for the Women's Championship! Will it be Melina, or will it be Tara Stone? We'll find out two days from now at No Way Out!"
William Regal looked at the scene before him and at the chaos that Sheree had just indirectly or purposely caused, released a sigh and hung his head, thoroughly exhausted as he came to a scary realisation.
If this keeps up... These women are gonna be the death of all of us!
. . . .
Later in the night...
"What the hell!" Coachman raged as Finlay stood above a stunned Great Khali with his music playing throughout the arena, a grin on his face as Hornswoggle laughed at Khali's misfortune. "He cheated!"
"Well, he was just defending Hornswoggle Coach," Michael replied nervously as Finlay raised his trusty shillialeigh, getting a loud reaction from the fans. "The Great Khali did push the little guy."
"Don't try to defend them!" Coach snapped. "That little twerp deserved it! That's what he gets for interfering in matches. I can't wait for McMahon to-"
"Hold that thought Coach," Michael said suddenly. "I'm being told that there is a commotion going on backstage!"
"Wait what?" Coach questioned.
"Something is happening in the backstage area!" Cole replied.
Their eyes widened at the sight of Victoria tackling Sheree through the double doors of the canteen with a rage-filled scream, Superstars, Divas and other spectators exclaiming in shock at the sight.
"Oh my god!" Michael exclaimed in shock, the fans sharing his sentiment judging by their loud cheers of surprise at the sight. "Victoria and Sheree! They're brawling in the canteen!"
"Sheree just couldn't help herself!" Coach growled as the two women hit the concrete, firing off with rage-filled fists at each other as they rolled around on the canteen floor, fighting for dominance. "She couldn't just leave peacefully! She just had to go looking to pick a fight with Victoria!"
"We know that's not true Coach! This has Victoria written all over it!" Michael replied as Sheree gained leverage, throwing down bombs at Victoria, who was trying desperately to protect herself. "There's no way she was letting Sheree walk out of SmackDown after her declaration earlier in the night!"
Victoria eventually gained leverage, looming over Sheree as she viciously assaulted her with her fists in return, angered screams escaping past her lips. Sheree managed to pull her right leg in and under Victoria whilst trying to protect her face, kicking the woman off her.
Victoria stumbled to her feet while Sheree rolled onto her knees, her blue eyes wild and ferocious as she snarled at Victoria. "Uh-oh! That's the same look Sheree had in her eyes on Monday- WHOA!"
The crowd screamed in excitement as Sheree tackled Victoria over a round table where the Edgeheads were sitting, watching the brawl in amusement. That amusement turned into panic as Victoria and Sheree tipped the table over, barrelling over an unfortunate Zack Ryder, knocking the poor Long Islander out of his chair, the spectators in the canteen reacting with shock and amusement, laughing at Zack Ryder's misfortune. "OH MY WORD!"
"Zack just got a face full of Diva!" Coach exclaimed as the two women rolled off the poor guy, still brawling and rolling around on the canteen floor, with Victoria getting the better of Sheree, punching away at the woman. "And these ladies are still tearing at each other! We need some help back there!"
Sheree desperately covered her face from Victoria's fists, eventually managing to shove the older woman onto her back.
"This is getting outta control!" Coach exclaimed as Sheree barraged Victoria with wild fists to her face, her eyes wild with righteous anger. "Where are the officials?!"
Victoria managed to shove Sheree off her, scrambling to her feet and beginning to stumble away from Sheree, causing the younger woman's blue eyes to darken in rage at the sight.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
Victoria turned around, eyes widening as Sheree rushed her and tackled the older woman onto the countertop of the canteen counter, the fans and wrestlers watching, reacting with surprise and excitement.
"Oh my god!" Michael exclaimed as Victoria groaned from the impact of her back hitting the canteen table.
"Seriously?!" Coach exclaimed as Sheree fired away at Victoria with rage-filled fists, making the older woman flail her legs as Sheree continued to assault her. "Officials! Get the officials back there before Sheree hurts somebody!"
"GET OFF ME!" Victoria roared, kicking the younger woman off the counter. Sheree fell with a short shriek, but quickly recovered.
"I know they don't like each other!" Michael cried out. "But this is crazy!"
"They flat-out hate each other Michael! There's a difference!" Coachman added as Sheree pounced at a dishevelled Victoria with a snarl. "WHOA!"
Victoria and Sheree threw bombs at one another, scratching and clawing at one another as their spectators continued to cheer them on. The two women fell off the counter, still throwing fists of fury at one another whilst rolling around on the floor, neither woman noticing Batista and Jamie storming into the canteen with an army of officials.
"Finally!" Coach exclaimed as referees pulled them both apart and away from each other, the two women kicking and screaming at each other in a frenzied rage. "Now get Sheree outta here! She shouldn't be here in the first place!"
"LEMME GO!" Victoria raged, her muscles straining against the men holding her at bay as she snarled thickly at her hated adversary. "I'M NOT DONE WITH THIS WORTHLESS BRAT!"
"What you waiting for then?!" Sheree snapped as she struggled against the officials attempting to keep her away from Victoria. "Come get me you old hag!"
Victoria let loose a shrill scream of pure rage, breaking free of the officials restraining her.
"RRRAAGRGGH! I HATE YOU!" the older woman roared as she launched herself at Sheree, knocking the Boston native and the officials holding her at bay to the ground.
"Oh my word!" Cole cried out.
"They can't keep their hands off each other!" Coach added as Victoria attacked Sheree with erratic wild fists, slowly losing her mind in a fit of rage, roughly shoving away any officials that tried to pull her away from the young brunette.
"Get up!" Victoria growled as she stood up, ragging Sheree up to her feet by her hair and making sure she was looking the younger woman in the eyes.
"I'm not done with you..." Victoria snarled in Sheree's face, who glowered back with just as much rage and hatred. "I'm far from done with you princess!"
"Oh no!" Coach cried out as Victoria took off in a short run, ragging Sheree along by her hair, looking to smash her into the counter of the canteen, the officials hastily moving out of the way.
"This is madness! Oh god!" Cole exclaimed as Sheree suddenly reversed this, smashing Victoria's face against the counter with excessive force. "Sheree reversed it!"
Sheree snarled thickly as Victoria slowly lifted her head with a groan.
"Sheree..."
The Boston native snapped her head up, glowering darkly at the officials. They all flinched at the killer look in her frighteningly dark blue eyes, gulped, and took a few steps back in terror.
Sheree grabbed Victoria by the hair and violently slammed her face into the counter again, the spectators wincing at the aggression Sheree displayed, surprised that a woman who usually seemed so laid-back, albeit snarky, had this much of a violent streak.
"Oh, you're damn-right we are FAR from done!" Sheree snarled as she pulled the dazed older woman's head back by her two-toned locks. "This will end when I say so!"
"Good grief!" Coachman muttered as Sheree pulled Victoria away from the counter, before throwing her clean over the countertop. "She's outta her mind!"
Sheree dusted her hands off, panting heavily in an attempt to calm her boiling anger. But her lips curled up into a snarl at the sound of Victoria groaning.
The fans cheered when Sheree climbed up onto the counter, much to the officials chagrin and grabbed a handful of Victoria's two-toned locks, making the older woman release a startled scream.
"You just had to pick a fight with me didn't you!" the brunette growled as she pulled Victoria back up onto her feet by her hair. "You couldn't just do that either! You had to jump me while my guard was down! You-"
The fans in the arena and the Superstars and Divas in the canteen all released a loud 'OHHH!' as a steel tray was cracked against Sheree's head, making her fall backwards and off the counter.
"Oh!" Cole exclaimed as Sheree hit the floor hard. "Oh god!"
"Oh man," Coach muttered.
"Victoria just blind-sided Sheree with a tin-tray!" Michael added as the officials rushed to Sheree's aid.
The Superstars and Divas watching gulped and all took a step back when they saw the dark, and frankly terrifying scowl etched across Victoria's face as she snarled down at Sheree.
"Oh boy..." Coachman gulped. "The officials might wanna get Sheree outta there..."
Victoria climbed over the counter as the officials helped Sheree to her feet, favouring her forehead with a grimace. Victoria shoved the officials away, ignoring their shouts of protest, ragging Sheree by her brunette locks before tossing her into the side of the counter with an enraged yell.
The fans released a loud 'OHHH!' and the wrestlers winced as Sheree cried out in pain, colliding painfully with the hard surface. "Sheree is about to experience a lot of pain."
"We need some order back there or something!" Cole exclaimed. "This is getting uncomfortable!"
Sheree struggled to lift herself off the ground, but was grabbed by her hair and pulled roughly to her feet by a ticked off Victoria.
"You..." Victoria snarled as she leaned Sheree backwards over the counter and proceeded to wrap her hands around the younger woman's throat, her eyes wide with crazed rage. "You worthless bitch!"
" And now she's- Oh no! Victoria stop!" Michael gasped in fright at the sight. "Somebody needs to do something! She's going too far!"
"Oh when Sheree literally tries to bash her face in it's fine, but when Victoria retaliates you say it's too far?" Coach quipped, glaring at Michael.
"She's strangling her Coach!"
Sheree grabbed at Victoria's face, gasping for breathe as Victoria's grip tightened around her neck, a dark sadistic smile starting to stretch across Victoria's face as she tried to choke Sheree to death.
"Get her off her!" Cole cried out in worry as Victoria's grip tightened around Sheree's throat, reducing the Bostonian to choked squeals. The officials tried desperately to pry Victoria away, but she somehow resisted their attempts to pull her away from the choking brunette.
"You don't deserve it!" Victoria snarled in Sheree's face, the wide-eyed look in her eyes looking borderline psychotic. Sheree desperately flailed her arms and legs, trying to kick Victoria away, trying to hit her arms, anything to get Victoria off her. "YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! IT SHOULD BE ME!"
Suddenly the crazed older woman was yanked off Sheree, causing a portion of the crowd to boo at the brawl ending, although it was mostly drowned out by cheers at the appearance and sight of Batista forcefully pulling the crazed older woman off Sheree, carrying her away kicking and screaming.
"Finally!" Michael breathed a sigh of relief as Sheree crumbled to the floor in a coughing gasping fit, tears running down her cheeks as the officials and Jamie went to check on her. "Thank god for Batista!"
"Sheree should thank Batista," Coachman added. "He may have just saved her life!"
"LET ME GO! I'M NOT DONE WITH THAT BRAT! I'M GONNA KILL HER!" Victoria roared as Batista hauled the woman out of the canteen. "YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! YOU HEAR ME BRAT! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!"
"IT SHOULD BE ME! NOT YOU! I SHOULD BE THE ONE COMPETING AT WRESTLEMANIA! I SHOULD BE THE ONE HAVING A TITLE MATCH! NOT A WEAK LIL PRINCESS LIKE YOU! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!"
Jamie watched as Batista - with some help from Shannon Moore and Finlay, who just arrived on the scene, because the woman was so worked up it was taking three men to drag her away - pulled the rage-filled woman out of the canteen, her rage-filled screams being heard loud and clear even after being pulled out of the canteen.
Jamie then glared at the spectators, who watched the entire thing without moving a muscle.
"Why the hell didn't any of you do anything?!"
"You want us to get involved in that?!" Zack Ryder snapped incredulously. "Did you not see what they did to me?!"
"Anything to do with a rampaging Victoria sounds like a whole lot of not my business," CM Punk added with an uncaring shrug. "She's a big girl. She can take care of herself."
"That ain't the point!"
"Sheree, are you okay?"
"Just try to calm down. Relax Sheree."
At this point Sheree had blocked out all the background noise. She blocked out Jamie snapping at the rest of the wrestlers for just standing there and watching. She blocked out the officials' concern. She blocked out the faint buzz from the crowd, all in favour of casting a deadly glare in the direction Batista had taken Victoria in, grasping at her sore throat.
"Oh... Oh boy..." Coach gulped when he caught sight of the look on the woman's face.
"Oh boy is right," Michael added. "These two women ain't playing around. This is serious."
"There is something seriously wrong about that young lady," Coach muttered distastefully.
"JR was right. All is not as it seems with her."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. I would have had this chapter posted WAAY earlier, preferably NOT while the Royal Rumble PPV was playing but my sister was being an ass and was hogging the laptop, so I couldn't post this when I wanted to. Anyway, enjoy the ROYAL RUMBLE!
'Goodbye and Goodnight! BANG!'