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Chapter 33: Gauntlet
"I had no idea you were here!" Sheree exclaimed with surprise. "Honest! I really thought Roxy was going to show up!"
Jay chuckled as she sat in a chair with her legs crossed, watching as Sheree did a few last minute stretches before she had to perform. The Atlantan wore a smirk on her face, amused by Sheree's reaction.
"Come on. You would have known by now if Roxanna was here," the redhead quipped.
Currently, Triple H was facing Kane in a WrestleMania rematch. Sheree's Gauntlet Match was scheduled to be after them, so here she was preparing for what would be a long match.
As the duo continued to converse, Maria turned a corner and paused at the sight of Sheree laughing with the veteran. The tall woman had to fight the scowl that almost appeared on her face and began to trek past the Bostonian.
"Hey Maria!"
The woman paused, her eyes widening slightly. She turned around to find Jay and Sheree staring at her.
Sheree smiled at the woman and Maria had to clench her fists tightly to stop herself from losing her temper right then and there.
"It's been a while since I've seen you around," the brunette said. "I was a bit worried about you."
Maria approached with a raised eyebrow at that. "Really? Why?"
"It looked like you were kind of upset a few weeks ago," Sheree noted, a look of concern on her face. "Is everything alright?"
Maria blinked. It took her only a moment to realise that the English-born Bostonian was talking about her confrontation with Kerry and Candice.
The tall brunette laughed, waving off Sheree's concern. "Oh that? Don't worry about it. It was nothing."
"Are you sure?" Sheree replied.
"Yeah," Maria said through a tight smile. "I was just in a bit of a mood. It happens."
"That's a relief," Sheree muttered. Maria's eyes narrowed as a small smirk began to stretch across her face.
"Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself though?" Maria quipped.
Jay raised an eyebrow, while Sheree looked up at Maria in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You're a few weeks away from your first WrestleMania. Don't you think you're being too relaxed Sheree?" Maria drawled slyly. "Nothing's happened yet. But it will."
"What are you implying?" Sheree asked, a serious edge to her tone.
"Come on. We all know how the girls here are," Maria commented. " They're a bunch of snakes. They'll smile in your face, meanwhile they're hoping you fail."
Maria's eyes narrowed as she stared down at the woman. "You have a huge spot, whilst a lot of them have been left off the card. Some of them haven't left catering in months."
Sheree frowned at that.
"It won't be long before you're seen as the enemy."
An awkward silence passed between the two as Maria and Sheree stared each other down, making Jay uneasy.
"Maria, why would you say that?" the redhead calmly admonished the woman.
Maria shrugged, looking away from the quiet brunette to stare at Jay with a fake smile. "What? I'm just looking out for her."
"Thank you for the warning."
Maria glanced back at Sheree and sucked in a breath at what she saw. Sheree's blue eyes stared back at her with an intensity she has never seen before. An icy smile was on her face, but it was clear to both Maria and Jay that her entire mood had suddenly taken a dangerous turn.
"But that's none of my concern."
"Sheree..." Jay breathed out in warning, caught off guard by the sudden change.
Sheree remained silent, staring down the tall woman with those intense blue eyes.
Maria smirked.
"I hope you have a great time at WrestleMania Sheree," she said, before turning on her heel and walking away before Sheree could respond, an angry scowl replacing her fake smile as she walked away.
Sheree watched Maria leave in silence, seemingly contemplating her words and what it meant for her.
"You Huxleys are scary."
Sheree turned back to see Jay staring at her apprehensively. "I've never seen you like that."
"Sorry," the brunette replied with a chuckle. "I've... experienced the type of mentality she's talking about before."
"On the indies?" Jay guessed, quirking up an eyebrow at that.
Sheree hesitated, restraining herself from talking about it. "Uhh... yeah. Things were... very cutthroat."
"Ah... so same old same old," Jay sighed. "I know what it's like to be on the receiving end of that."
Triple H's theme blasted throughout the arena, catching their attention.
"I'd better go," Sheree said. "I have a segment to do before I head out there."
"Good luck out there!" Jay called out. Sheree grabbed her plain black leather ring jacket and waved back to her with a smile, before walking away.
Jay frowned as she watched Sheree leave, looking back at where Maria had left.
What was that all about?
. . . .
Sheree sat on a stack of equipment boxes, furiously pulling on her black fingerless gloves. She glanced to her left when she saw movement in her peripheral vision, and almost instantly rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me kid."
A large mixed reaction cut through the arena as John Cena walked into view, frowning at the woman.
"I don't have time for this John," she grumbled, hoping off the crate boxes.
"Well too bad," the man retorted, making Sheree groan as she looked up at the ceiling in annoyance. "This situation you're in now would have been easily avoided if you didn't go full Huxley after you PROMISED me you wouldn't!"
"Okay I never promised a damn thing so let's cut THAT out right now!" the Bostonian snapped, making Cena frown. "I couldn't stand the sight of Melina laughing her face off while she airs out my personal life and mocks my family!"
"And kicking the WWE Champion in the face solves WHAT exactly?!"
"I lashed out at the closest thing to me! So what?! He deserved it after shoving me on my ass anyway!"
John ran a hand across his face with a groan. "Sheree... Do you realise how much trouble you're in? He's not gonna let this go."
John looked the annoyed woman in the eye, frowning. "He won't leave you alone. You've caught his attention and now you're a target. This is exactly why I never wanted you involved in my-"
"Then why did you ask me to be out there in the first place?!" Sheree snapped, cutting off Cena's lecture. Cena opened his mouth to say something but one look from the annoyed Bostonian silenced him.
"To stop you from doing something "stupid" right?" Sheree mocked, glaring at him. "And how did that work out exactly?"
"Look... Sheree I'm sorry okay," John responded. Sheree ran a hand through her brunette locks as the man continued. "I lost my temper. That ones on me. I'm sorry."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "But now not only do you have to worry about Melina, and whatever other women has a problem with you! Now you have management and Randy breathing down your neck! Is that really what you want?"
"John, I don't need a lecture right now okay," Sheree groaned, rubbing her forehead with irritation. "I'm not afraid of the higher ups. And if Orton wants to play games, I'll handle it."
"How?!"
"The Huxley way!" the brunette growled, making Cena's eyes widen with horror when the fans cheered at this.
"Sheree no! That's a bad-"
"I don't care John!" the brunette exclaimed. "Melina is driving me up the wall! Randy is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong! The higher ups don't like me apparently! Half the Divas Roster have been trying to take me out since the day I stepped foot in this company! I'm in a very rotten mood! So I'll handle my business the way I want to! Even if it means raising a few hells!"
Sheree ignored John's murmur of "Please don't do that."
"Do I make myself clear?" the Bostonian asked him sternly.
John sighed, giving up. Her mind was made up. He couldn't stop her even if he tried. "Yeah..."
"Good." With that, Sheree turned away from Cena and began to walk away.
"Sheree."
The Boston brunette paused at the serious tone in Cena's voice.
"Don't go too far. Please."
Sheree looked back at him with a storm of fiery blue eyes full of intense rage.
"It's way too late for that."
. . . .
"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw, and boy do we have news for you!" Jerry "The King" Lawler announced.
"That's right," JR added as a ghastly SmackDown graphic of Tara Stone appeared on the titantron with "Rest in Peace" playing through the speakers, the fans cheering at this. "Tara Stone returns to the ring this Friday on SmackDown, 16 days before her big match with Beth Phoenix at WrestleMania."
"Oh man," Jenna chuckled. "Beth Phoenix is gonna be furious!"
The Milwaukee crowd broke out into a loud reaction as the riffs of "Headstrong" played throughout the arena.
Sheree Louise walked out onto the stage, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, looking out into the Milwaukee crowd with a small smile as the bell rang.
"The following contest is a Gauntlet Match! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced as Sheree walked down the rampway.
"As we head closer and closer towards WrestleMania in twenty days, this young woman has found herself in a sticky situation to say the least," JR said.
"I'll say!" King added as Sheree entered the ringside area, walking up the steps and along the ring apron. "Did you see the exhale of air Sheree just took Jenna?"
"I did," Jenna replied. "Sheree has a long night ahead of her and she knows it."
"Sheree kicked Randy Orton a few weeks ago and that has unfortunately caught the eye of the WWE Champion," JR stated as Sheree paused in the middle of the apron, looking out into the crowd, before stepping through the ropes. "And you have to wonder if Melina will be watching."
"She'd be foolish not to," Jenna said as Sheree approached the corner opposite the timekeepers area, stepping up onto the middle ropes and holding her arms out wide to a loud response.
"I agree," King added as Sheree looked back with a frown, staring up at the stage, wondering who she will have to battle through tonight. The Headstrong Diva stepped off the ropes, the riffs of Trapt fading to silence as she lightly stretched out her limbs. "I wonder if Sheree regrets kicking Orton now."
"Oh hell no!" Jenna scoffed as Sheree pulled off her black leather jacket and handed it to a stage-hand, glaring up at the titantron. "She made that plenty clear to Orton's face!"
A sour disposition shot through the crowd as "Nasty Girl" played throughout the arena, the fans booing as Layla sauntered out onto the stage with a smug smile.
"Well, well, well," JR said as Layla stood on the stage, flaunting the mic in her hands as she smirked at Sheree, whose expression didn't change at the smaller woman's appearance. "One of the women who ambushed Sheree last week."
"And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, Layla!"
"And I assure you Sheree has not forgotten about that," Jenna told the two men with amusement in her voice as Layla's theme cut off, the small brunette woman rolling her eyes at the boos.
"Well look what we have here," the fellow English-born Diva drawled as she walked down the ramp. "If it isn't Mama Huxley's favourite little girl!"
Sheree's blue eyes sharpened at the snark in the woman's voice, her mouth forming a thin line as she glared at Layla.
"You know I gotta admit, it was a LOT of fun beating you to a pulp last week," Layla added, chuckling a bit. She gasped dramatically, feigning faux innocence. "I sure hope mama dearest wasn't watching. That would have been an embarrassing sight for her to see huh."
Layla laughed obnoxiously into the mic, making Sheree's left eye twitch with annoyance and boiling rage as the fans booed. The small brunette made it to ringside, walking up the steps and stepping onto the apron.
"Honestly Sheree," the Brit drawled. "No one likes you."
The small woman pointed back at the stage. "Every woman back there seems to hate you. Hell, I don't like you either."
"Originally we all just thought you were a good for nothing mouthy punk who thought she was something." A dark look shone through Layla's eyes as she stared down the silent Bostonian. "But now it's clear to a lot of us that you're just a spoilt second gen brat who thinks she deserves the world!"
Layla glared at the woman as she stood on the apron and smiled icily at her. Sheree glowered heatedly at her, her blue eyes ablaze with fury.
"Oof," King winced, the fans also reacting, watching Sheree closely with anticipation. The smile on Layla's face quickly morphed into a scowl.
"It makes me sick to my stomach that you're facing Melina at WrestleMania and not me!" the woman snarled bitterly, stepping through the ropes, glowering at the Headstrong Diva. "For the life of me, I don't understand how someone so pathetic managed to weasel their way into a huge match as big as the one you have!"
"But hey... I guess when your 2nd generation, you get certain perks, "Layla drawled with a shrug, before glaring scornfully at the Bostonian before her. "Whether you deserve them or not."
"So I hope Melina embarrasses you in front of the whole world! And when you limp out with NOTHING, I'll be the first one there to laugh at you! You will be the laughing stock of this entire division!"
The crowd booed as Layla tossed the microphone away, glaring at Sheree who stared her down with darkened blue eyes, a furious scowl on the Boston brunette's face.
"Harsh words from Layla..." JR muttered with a raised eyebrow.
"If there's one thing that's consistent about Layla, it's jealousy and bitterness," Jenna retorted with distaste.
"Agreed. And I don't think it's wise to tick off the woman who's beaten three former champions already," King added with a touch of concern as the referee checked to see if both women were ready, before signaling for the bell to ring.
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
"Sheree is already wound up ENOUGH!" The fans erupted with shock as in that moment, Layla was blasted off her feet with a flying boot to the chest. "OH MY GOSH!"
"GOOD GRIEF!" JR exclaimed as Sheree stood over a dazed Layla, the crowd going crazy.
"Get up!" Sheree snarled as she grabbed a fist full of Layla's hair and ragged the woman onto her feet whilst pulling her into the center of the ring.
"Oh no!" Jenna groaned. "She's pissed!"
"No kidding!" King added.
"Layla has unleashed a monster inside Sheree!" JR cried out as Sheree pulled Layla up to a vertical base, rage pulsing within her as she let go of the smaller woman and glared at her, watching briefly as the fellow English-born Diva wobbled on her feet, before pivoting on the balls of her left foot.
"This is what I was afraid of!" King exclaimed as Sheree's right leg whistled through the air. The Milwaukee fans released a massive 'OHHH!' as Sheree's foot exploded against the right cheek of Layla, sending the woman crashing violently to the mat.
"My god! My god what a kick!" JR cried out. "What a vicious spin kick!"
"She kicked her head right off her shoulders!" King screeched.
Sheree panted in pure anger, her blue eyes wide with rage as she ran shaky hands through her brunette locks. Her wrath had boiled so much out of control that she didn't even register the loud Huxley chants.
"Sheree is shaking with rage!" JR stated.
"And she's not done!" Jenna added as she watched her twin violently grab a fist full of Layla's hair, pulling the semi-conscious woman back up onto her feet.
"I would have gone for the cover!" King said as Sheree tucked Layla's head within her left arm, the crowd nearly becoming a frenzy. "Layla is deadweight in Sheree's arms!"
"She wants to send a message!" JR exclaimed as Sheree looked out into the crowd with a fiery stare, the fans increasing in volume. "Sheree wants to send a message to both Layla and MELINA!"
The Bradley Center was in an uproar as Sheree lifted Layla and sat-out, planting the English-born woman between her legs. "Snapshot in the center of the ring!"
Sheree went for the lateral press, a look of complete and utter rage on her face as the referee counted the pin.
One!
"Layla had no idea what hit her!"
Two!
Three!
"And Layla has been kicked out of this Gauntlet!"
"Wow!" King exclaimed, the crowd roaring, just as shocked as he was as Sheree shot to her feet with passion and fury blazing within her wild blue eyes. "Sheree tore through Layla like a hurricane!"
"Layla has been eliminated!" Lilian Garcia announced to a louder reaction from the fans, shocked by Sheree's dominance.
Sheree paid Layla no mind as the referee helped the barely conscious woman roll out of the ring, the Boston brunette glowering up at the stage.
"WHO'S NEXT?!" she roared as Huxley chants swarmed the arena.
"Two minutes! Sheree blitzed through Layla in two minutes!" JR cried out.
"Sheree was already pissed off! What was Layla thinking provoking her even further?!" Jenna questioned incredulously.
"Watch this!" JR said as the picture-by-picture replay revealed Sheree bolting across the ring the minute the bell rang to boot Layla off her feet. "Sheree emphatically and violently laying waste to Layla!"
"No doubt about it now," King gulped as the live feed returned to show Sheree pacing the ring with a fierce scowl. "That is a Huxley through and through!"
"I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna hurt you!"
"Oh no!"
The scowl on Sheree's face didn't change even as what was once a longtime nemesis of hers, Katie Lea Burchill, sauntered onto the stage to a negative response from the fans, taking her time to walk down the ramp.
"Next, from Chelsea, England, Katie Lea Burchill!"
"I just felt a chill up and down my spine," Jenna muttered with distaste as those haunting icy eyes of the German drilled into the Headstrong Diva.
"Katie Lea Burchill. The wicked sister of Paul Burchill," JR said. "And a woman Sheree knows very well."
"We've talked about their past on ECW," King commented as Sheree's blue eyes remained unshaken and intense. "But I don't think that's the same girl Katie tormented in the ring right now."
"You can blame Melina's meddling for that," Jenna retorted. "And thank the gods Paul Burchill isn't out here!"
Katie paused as she stared at Sheree, her eyes narrowing at the lack of hesitation and fear that once upon a time was so satisfyingly clear to her. Sheree stood in the middle of the ring, standing her ground.
Katie Lea did not like this new side of Sheree. This wild side with a layer of danger mixed in. It frustrated her. It made her scowl.
"There's a tension in the air right now," JR muttered as Sheree stared down the German. "And I think that woman is the CAUSE OF IT!"
Katie suddenly rushed into the ring, her music cutting off as Sheree, the Bostonian's blue eyes suddenly wild with blazing aggression, met the wicked German in the middle of the ring, the fans cheering loudly as the two women exchanged violent forearms. "Katie Lea rushing into the ring and we've got ourselves a fight!"
"This got violent in a hurry!" Jenna exclaimed.
"I think Katie saw something she didn't like!" King added.
"Sheree and Katie have unresolved animosity and they are taking it out on each other!" JR called out, the fans roaring even louder as Sheree began to push the twisted woman back, each forearm shot she gave Katie being harder than the last. " Sheree's gaining the upper-hand! Sheree's got Katie Lea on the ropes!"
"She's waited a long time for this!" Jenna added.
Sheree forced Katie into the ring ropes, her pent up rage fueling her as she continued to fire off powerful forearms to Katie's face, not caring about the rules. "Oh wow!"
"Sheree has Katie on the ropes, and she's fixing to kick her butt all over the Bradley Center!" JR cried out passionately as the fans roared with approval at this.
"She's beating the crazy out of her!" King exclaimed, shocked as Sheree, not caring that Katie was now pinned against the ropes and covering herself up, furiously rocketed her forearms into the German's skull, ignoring the referee as he demanded her to get Katie away from the ropes. "Look at this violent streak! She's lost it! She's gonna get herself disqualified!"
"Sheree is full of pent up fury! I don't think she cares!" Jenna added as the referee started a furious 5 count, getting to a count of 4 before Sheree broke away and sprinted off across the ring, leaving Katie dazed against the ropes.
"After everything that Melina has done," JR started, watching as Sheree used the ropes opposite the announce table to catapult herself towards Katie. "And after Randy's involvement, I am certainly not SURPRISED!"
A wincing loud 'OHHH!' shot through the Milwaukee crowd as Katie, her face full of rage and favouring the back of her head, launched forward to meet Sheree with a vicious boot to the face that knocked her off her feet. "My god what a boot! Sheree was blasted off her feet as she came off the ropes!"
"Oh man..." Jenna groaned as Katie released a terrifying, furious scream to a negative response from the crowd. Sheree favoured her mouth as she attempted to roll onto her side, only for Katie to pounce on her.
"And now Katie Lea looking to repay Sheree for those forearms!" JR said, the fans booing even more as the wicked woman mounted Sheree and punched away at her, screaming violently in the brunette's face as she did so. "And screaming like a banshee!"
"You wanna talk about losing it! This lady's got a screw loose!" Jenna exclaimed.
"Come on!" King whined. "Stop her ref! This can't be allowed!"
Katie's eyes widened as Sheree grabbed her fist and pulled violently on her hair, ignoring the officials' complaints as the 2nd Generation Diva quickly switched position, straddling Katie and raining down rapid furious fists to the icy woman's face to cheers from the fans. "Did she just-!"
"And now Sheree- Gosh!" JR exclaimed as Sheree ruthlessly drove her right fist down on the icy vixen, rapidly punching her in the face. "Sheree, she's-"
Katie rolled Sheree onto her back, driving her repeatedly into the mat by her hair and ragging her about, rage-filled screams tearing from her lips. "My god! This is just a fight! A straight up fight!"
"They are beating the hell out of each other!" Jenna added as Katie unleashed a yell, growling as she hovered over Sheree's form. The Bostonian suddenly grabbed fists full of the German-born Englishwoman's hair, ragging her down slightly. "OH MY GOSH!"
"GOOD GOD!" JR cried out, the Milwaukee crowd letting loose a collective gasp as Sheree violently smashed her skull into Katie's forehead!
"Did that just happen?!" King exclaimed in horror, watching as Katie slumped to the right, stunned.
Sheree shoved the fellow brunette off her, rolling onto her hands and knees.
"Sheree damn-near knocked Katie Lea out with that headbutt!" JR cried out, as Sheree shook her head to get rid of the cobwebs, slightly dazed.
"That looked rough. I hope they're okay," Jenna voiced her concern as Katie stirred.
"Katie Lea is lucky if she ain't concussed after a collision like that!" King added with a wince.
Katie rolled towards the ropes opposite the hard camera, grabbing the bottom rope, while Sheree rose to her hands and knees, also favouring her head.
"Sheree pulling out all the stops," JR said as the Headstrong Diva gingerly staggered to her feet. "She came out here with something to prove tonight."
Sheree watched as Katie used the ropes to pull herself up.
"She better or- OH!" King, along with the fans exclaimed as Sheree blasted Katie in the face with a superkick, the fans gasping loudly as Katie promptly fell out of the ring, spilling out onto the floor.
"What a superkick!" JR cried out.
"Katie Lea fell right out of the ring!" Jenna added as Katie laid prone on the floor.
"That was a nasty fall," King said with a wince.
The referee chastised Sheree immediately as the brunette stepped through the ropes and crouched down on the apron, staring down intently at Katie Lea Burchill whilst holding the middle rope with her right hand for balance, watching as the wicked brunette stirred. "I don't like the look on Sheree's face right now..."
"Get up!" the Bostonian growled, beckoning Katie to stand up.
"I think I know what she's up to..." Jenna muttered as Katie gingerly began to rise to her feet, with Sheree rising to a vertical base.
"Sheree thinking high risk perhaps?" JR questioned as Katie eventually stood, turning towards the ring in a daze. Sheree had turned her back to her, gripping the top ropes tightly as the fans buzzed with anticipation, ignoring the referee as he continued to tell her to get the action back in the ring.
"There's no perhaps about it! She's going for broke!" King exclaimed as Sheree leaped up.
... Only for a pair of hands to reach out and grab her left foot, pulling her down! "OH MY GOSH!"
An audible horrified 'OHHH!' shot through the Bradley Center as Sheree's face connected with the ring apron.
"Oh no!" Jenna cried out in horror as Katie stumbled back into the barricade.
"Dear god! What sickening impact!" JR yelled out as Sheree laid supine on the floor, completely motionless.
"Sheree went face first... that's the hardest part of the ring, she may have broke her nose!" King exclaimed as the referee rushed out to check on her.
"You have to believe Sheree was going for a moonsault, but Katie pulled her down and sent her face first into the ring apron!" JR added as Katie pushed off the barricade with a wide evil smirk, ignoring the fans as they booed her. "And look at the sadistic smile on Katie Lea's face!"
The official told Katie to get back in the ring, before sliding back in himself, but the German ignored him, looming over Sheree with a sick grin.
"Sheree is hurt," King noted with worry as the wicked brunette grabbed a fist full of Sheree's hair, pulling her near lifeless form back up onto her feet.
"Katie release the hair! Get back in the ring!" the referee demanded.
"Shut up!" she snapped at him, before suddenly rushing forward.
"Oh no, look out!" JR exclaimed. A loud groan shot through the arena as Katie Lea sent Sheree barreling back-first into the barricade. "Good grief!"
"This isn't good. Katie can be darn right nasty when she's in control," Jenna noted as Sheree arched her back in pain, but was roughly grabbed by the hair.
"Come here!" Katie snarled ragging the Bostonian up onto her feet, giving her no chance to breathe.
"Uh-oh... Look out!" King yelled as the Chelsea-raised woman rushed forward with a raging scowl, ignoring the referee as he demanded her to stop.
The crowd released a loud 'OHHH!' as Sheree was sent hurdling into the steel steps with a resounding crash.
"And that wicked woman, just sent Sheree crashing into the steel ring steps!" JR cried out. "Vicious unforgiving contact with the steel!"
"Oh man... Sheree's in a bad way here," King noted with worry as the official snapped at Katie Lea to keep the action in the ring.
"Shut up and count!" she snapped back. The official didn't like the attitude, but obliged anyway.
"And there's no doubt in my mind that this is exactly what Randy Orton wanted," Jenna spat with distaste as Katie watched with a sick grin as Sheree squirmed in agony.
"I agree," JR added as Sheree got her arms under her, trying to lift herself off the floor. "Randy wants Sheree to pay for- Gosh..."
The fans at ringside winced as Katie drove her boot into Sheree's gut hard enough to get a breathless groan from the brunette, wrapping an arm around her stomach with a pained grimace as she fell on her side. "What a vile shot!"
"She's just torturing her now," King gulped as the German viciously stomped away at Sheree.
"Four! Come on Katie, get her back in the ring!"
"Katie Lea is a horrible, evil woman," Jenna spat as Katie briefly glowered at the ref as Sheree stirred, favouring her stomach. "I don't think there's a line she won't cross just to hurt Sheree here tonight."
"I wouldn't be surprised if Randy Orton had a hand on who was chosen to face Sheree in this Gauntlet Match," JR said as Katie walked around the ring steps, grabbing the top half. "All designed to punish Sheree for kicking him- what on earth is Katie up to here?!"
The fans watched restlessly as Katie tried to tear off the top half of the steps, eventually succeeding in tipping it off the bottom ring steps.
"Nothing good I bet!" King added with a gulp.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Jenna muttered with worry as Katie Lea rolled into the ring, stopping the count at a count of six before rolling back out, frustrating the referee.
She ignored him as he restarted the count, smirking at the Milwaukee crowd.
"You're not chanting now aren't you!" she yelled out, making the fans boo.
"The gaze of Katie Lea is full of evil intentions," JR said as the German woman turned away from the booing crowd, watching as Sheree tried to pull herself up using the bottom ring steps, her smirk dangerous.
"I don't even want to know what's going on inside that head of hers," Jenna grumbled as Katie calmly approached the bottom steps, stepping up onto them, towering over Sheree with that sick smirk on her face.
"Me neither," King added with a shiver.
"Katie's pace is slow and methodical," JR noted as the woman reached down and grabbed a fist full of Sheree's brunette locks, pulling her up onto the ring steps. "And I don't doubt that it's deliberate."
She calmly pulled the Bostonian up to stand on the bottom steps with her, the blue-eyed brunette seemingly limp in the German's hands. "She wants to take her time to tear Sheree apart piece by piece."
Sheree suddenly ripped Katie's hands away from her hair, the crowd erupting into cheers as the Bostonian surprised the German with a furious flurry of rapid forearms to the face. "But Sheree won't go down so easily!"
"Look at her go!" King exclaimed.
"Keep going Sheree! Keep fighting!" Jenna encouraged. This was until Katie shoved Sheree back, the fans letting out a cringing 'Ohhh!' as the back of the Headstrong Diva's head hit the post hard. "Oh! Oh no!"
"That's not good!" King cringed as Sheree grasped at the back of her head with a wince. The crowd began to get restless with worry when Katie reached around Sheree's torso to lift the woman off her feet, holding her dangerously over the steps by her side. "And this could be bad!"
"Not on the steps! Not on the STEPS!" JR exclaimed, his plea falling on death ears as Katie dropped into a sitout, the crowd releasing a loud 'OHHH!' as she drove Sheree back first onto the bottom steel steps. "My god!"
"Oh no..." King muttered with horror as Sheree arched her back off the steel steps, crying out in pain as she writhed on the steel.
"A sidewalk slam on the steel steps!" JR cried out, the crowd booing as Katie laughed with glee, Sheree's cry of pain sounding like music to her ears, paying no mind to the referee, who had stopped the count to check on Sheree. "And this sick woman is laughing!"
"Arggh! I can't stand her!" Jenna snarled.
"Man..." King groaned as Katie rose to her feet with a wide smile, holding her arms out wide to boos as Raw went to a commercial break.
"Welcome back to Monday Night Raw," JR said as Raw returned to show that Katie Lea had Sheree grounded to the mat, her right knee stabbing into Sheree's spine, whilst her left bicep curled underneath Sheree's chin, slowly squeezing the air out of the Headstrong Diva.
"Oh man," King muttered with a grimace as 'Let's go Sheree!' chants was heard throughout the arena, with Katie pulling Sheree violently back, making the fellow brunette grimace with pain.
"Sheree has been put in a rough predicament at the behest of the WWE Champion Randy Orton," JR commented. "And is beginning to fall victim to the difficult task that a Gauntlet Match presents."
"Yeah, it's definitely not looking good for her right now," Jenna added with worry as Sheree tried to shuffle towards the ring ropes in front of her, reaching her left hand out towards the accursed cables that seemed so far away from her. The Boston brunette grabbed at Katie's strong bicep when it came dangerously close to turning into a chokehold.
"Katie Lea has been all over Sheree, and hasn't let up since the break," King said, as a picture-by-picture replay came up on the titantron, revealing Katie choking Sheree out against the corner opposite the timekeepers area with her foot pressed to the Boston brunette's neck, screaming "Fear me! Fear me!" her eyes full of rage and damn-near bloodthirsty. "Katie has been relentless with her attack on Sheree. She's more unhinged than usual!"
The live action came back to show Sheree shuffling towards the ropes the best she could, despite Katie's knee being pressed against her back. The Bostonian grimaced in pain as Katie's knee dug deeper into her spine, and her left bicep wrapped tighter around her, silent threats being whispered into her ear, which did nothing but anger and frustrate her.
"We saw Katie yelling at Sheree to fear her, but I don't think that's gonna happen now," King commented as Sheree reached out for the ropes the closer she got.
"She wishes!" Jenna retorted as Sheree got closer and closer to the ropes, only for Katie to release the hold, grabbing a hold of the woman's hair and slamming her face first into the mat to a wincing response from the fans. "Oh!"
"Katie Lea breaks the hold before Sheree could reach the ropes," JR commentated. The fans booed as Katie ignored the referee's attempt at chastising her for pulling Sheree's hair and stomped erratically away at the Bostonian. "And will put the boots to Sheree's spine!"
"Man! I get the feeling Katie really hates Sheree!" King commented with a gulp as Katie glared at the referee, before reaching down to pull Sheree up onto her feet by her hair, ignoring the referee's warnings.
"Oh yeah? What tipped you off?" Jenna replied with dry sarcastic amusement.
Katie pulled Sheree away from the ropes and lifted the brunette off the mat, holding her horizontally across her body.
"Katie Lea has Sheree in trouble here!" JR noted, as the crazed woman swung Sheree out and around.
"Oh no!" King exclaimed.
"Good grief!" JR cried out as the twisted German dropped to a knee as she swung Sheree to her right side, the fans releasing a wincing 'Ohhh!' as Sheree was dropped across the woman's knee. "A swinging backbreaker!"
"My gosh!" Jenna cringed as Sheree arched her back off the mat with a cry of agony. Katie slithered into the pin attempt, hooking the far leg whilst lying back across Sheree's fallen form.
"This could be it!" King said.
1...
2...
"No! Sheree got the shoulder up!" JR called out, the crowd sighing at the close count. Katie sat up, seething. "Sheree got the shoulder up at two. And I don't think Katie is happy about it."
"No she ain't happy at all," Jenna noted as Katie slammed the mat in frustration, before standing up.
The crowd booed as the German-born woman stomped angrily away at Sheree, growling with rage.
"Whoa, whoa!" King exclaimed. "Is there any need for this?!"
"Katie Lea is a violent, horrible woman," JR said. "Who takes pleasure in hurting others."
"I think this whole thing with Sheree has Katie rattled," Jenna said as Katie relented with one last stomp, glaring at the fans, who booed her angrily. "Sheree has become more driven, more focused, more aggressive, and I think that messes with Katie. She doesn't know this Sheree!"
"I think it's the same for all the women in the Divas Division," King commented as Katie reached down and pulled Sheree up onto her feet by her hair. "We were all thrown for a loop when we found out that your mother is Hellcat Huxley- whoa look out!"
Katie ignored the referee's furious demand to let go of the hair, tossing Sheree out of the ring.
"And they're taking this to the outside again," JR noted as Katie glared at the referee as he demanded her to keep the action in the ring. "Sheree landed right in front of us."
"I don't like this..." Jenna muttered as Katie stepped through the ropes and onto the apron, glowering down at Sheree as the Boston brunette attempted to pull herself up onto her hands and knees. "Last time these two fought out here, Sheree nearly got put through the steel STEPS!"
Katie raised her arms in an axe handle and leaped off the apron, clubbing Sheree in the back as she rose to her feet.
"Oh man!" King winced as Sheree writhed in pain, arching her back.
"Clubbing shot. Right to the back," JR commentated as Katie licked her lips, a smirk appearing on her face as she glanced down at Sheree, who was motionless on the floor. "And a twisted smile crosses the face of Katie Lea Burchill."
"Yeah, she's loving this," Jenna retorted with distaste as the official started the ten count.
"Katie has had a bulls-eye on Sheree's back. This could be bad for her," King noted as Katie suddenly turned her attention to the announce table, her eyes icy as the evil smirk on her face grew. "Wait a minute..."
"I do not like that look in her eyes," Jenna said with apprehension.
"What could this wicked lady be up to now?" JR wondered as Katie reached down and dragged Sheree back up onto her feet, licking her lips with a bloodthirsty grin on her face.
"I've got a scary feeling about this!" King said. To the commentators and the official's horror, Katie pulled Sheree into a standing headscissors, pointing at the announce table with a crazed grin, the fans cheering at this. "Hold on a minute!"
"She's not gonna- is she tryna do what a think she's doing?!" Jenna exclaimed with wide eyes of horror.
"Oh my god! She's gonna powerbomb Sheree through our announce table!" JR exclaimed as Katie lifted Sheree up onto her shoulders to a worrying reaction from the fans.
"No, don't do this!" King cried out.
"She's gonna kill her!" JR added.
Everyone seemingly breathed a sigh of relief as Sheree somehow managed to escape, slipping away and landing behind Katie. "And Sheree escapes!"
"Thank god!" Jenna exclaimed as the two women whirled around on each other, with Sheree ducking a wild swing. "Look out, look out!"
"Oh my gosh!" JR cried out, the fans exclaiming as Sheree tackled Katie, sending her tumbling over the announce table, causing JR, King and Jenna to scramble out of the way as the two women nearly tumbled into their laps! "My gosh! Sheree and Katie nearly barreled right over us!"
"Are you okay Sheree?" Jenna couldn't help but ask her sister as the two women laid motionless at the feet of the commentators. Sheree give the woman a little thumbs up to reassure her, whilst the referee left the ring to check on the two.
"Sheree is stirring, but I don't know about Katie! I think she got knocked out!" King said.
"The referee was at a count of five. He's gonna come round to see if they can continue," JR noted as Sheree managed to pull herself out of the tangled web of limbs, pulling herself out from behind the announce table. "Both women landed roughly."
"This match has been violent since it started," King said as the referee returned to the ring to continue the count, whilst Sheree used the table to get to her feet.
The Bostonian gingerly walked towards the ring, favouring her back. "Sheree walking gingerly."
"Katie's attack has left its mark on her," JR added as Sheree rolled into the ring, before gingerly rolling out. "Sheree stopping the count at seven there."
"Katie is barely moving here, Sheree could have gotten a count out," King commented as Sheree scowled, favouring her lower back as she limped back towards the announce table, where Katie was beginning to crawl out from behind it, the referee restarting the count.
"Nah, Sheree ain't taking a count out victory," Jenna said as Sheree grabbed the German by the hair, dragging her up onto her feet. "Sheree wants three pinfalls TONIGHT!"
The Bradley Center winced as Sheree, with an angry scowl on her face, smashed Katie Lea face-first onto the announce table. "OH!"
"And the look on Sheree's face has changed!" JR noted, alert as Sheree ragged Katie up and smashed her into the announce table again.
"She's furious!" King exclaimed.
Sheree growled, the crowd applauding and cheering as she slammed Katie's face repeatedly into the table with reckless abandon. "Whoa! Look out!"
"And that aggressive mean streak has exploded out of Sheree!" JR yelled out.
"Katie Lea pushed her too far- look out!" Jenna cried out as Sheree ragged Katie away from the announce table and threw the woman into the steel steps hard, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' at the impact. "Goodness me!"
"Katie Lea hit the steel steps with a sickening thud!" JR commented as Sheree glared down at the German brunette with a scowl, who was lying motionless by the steel steps. "I fear Sheree has lost control yet again!"
"You can't blame her!" Jenna replied. "Katie was gonna powerbomb her through our announce table!"
Sheree grabbed the woman as she stirred, pulling her up onto her feet, and rolling her back into the ring.
"And finally, the action will return to the ring," JR said, breathing a sigh of relief as Sheree pulled herself up onto the apron.
"Oh boy," Jenna gulped as Sheree paused, glancing down at Katie's still form before scaling the ropes, the Milwaukee crowd rising to their feet at the sight.
"Sheree is going to the high rent district!" JR called out as Sheree perched herself on the top ropes, her back to the ring.
"Sheree," King added as the brunette haired woman slowly rose, balancing on the top ropes. "Looking to risk it all!"
The Headstrong Diva launched off the top ropes, flipping backwards as she soared through the air, the fans releasing a huge 'OHHH!' as Sheree's boots stabbed into Katie's abdomen. "OHHH!"
"Good god!" JR exclaimed, the German releasing a breathless groan as all of Sheree's weight crashed down on her in the form of a violent Overkill. "Moonsault stomp through the black heart of Katie Lea!"
"That's it," Jenna said as Sheree scrambled into the cover. "She's done."
"That move really is Overkill!" King added.
1...
"Sheree might just win it here!"
2...
To the fans shock, the referee was suddenly ragged out of the ring before he could make the three count. "Wait- What in the world?!"
"What the hell is this?!" JR exclaimed.
Sheree snapped her head to the left, her eyes widening as she found herself staring at the smirking visage of Katie's older brother, the fans booing angrily at his appearance. "Aww damnit! Paul Burchill! Saving the match for his sister!"
"What?!" King exclaimed in shock. "Where did he come from?!"
"You've gotta be freaking kidding me!" Jenna raged.
"You son of a bitch!" Sheree snarled lowly, her shock morphing into rage, wiping the smirk off Paul's face, stepping back at the heat of her angered glare.
The fans cheered as Sheree suddenly bolted out of the ring, making Paul's eyes widen in fear and take off.
"Sheree ain't about to take that lying down!" JR yelled as Paul ran around the ring, with a pissed off Sheree hot on his heels. "Paul Burchill is high-tailing it like a scalded dog!"
"Sheree gets her hands on him, he's done for!" King exclaimed as Paul rushed into the ring, with Sheree sliding in after him.
"Uh-oh!" Paul stumbled off his feet, the crowd cheering with excitement and anticipation as he looked back, his eyes widening in terror at the sight of Sheree looming over him, her blue eyes blazing with rage.
"Good!" Jenna snarled. "He's about to get wants coming to- OH!"
"MY GOD!" JR exclaimed, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' at the sight of Katie blasting Sheree off her feet with a clothesline. "Katie Lea from out of nowhere!"
"Oh man! Sheree didn't see her coming!" King groaned as Katie scowled, glaring at the crowd for booing her, while a sick smirk spread across Paul's face.
"I hate this!" Jenna raged with frustration as Paul got to his feet, the fans booing even louder as he laughed. "Paul Burchill, that punk! He just had to stick his nose where it don't belong!"
Katie glared down at Sheree with a scowl, before glaring at her brother. "Pick her up!"
"Aw come on!" JR spat as Paul roughly grabbed ahold of Sheree's hair, dragging the Bostonian up onto her feet, restraining the woman from behind to an angered reaction from the fans. "This is disgusting!"
Katie grabbed Sheree roughly by the chin, scowling in the English-born brunette's face.
"You think you're special?!" she snarled, the fans booing even more heatedly as the German slapped Sheree hard across the face, the brunette's head whipping to the right.
"This isn't right," King groaned with distaste as Paul shook Sheree harshly with a laugh.
"Hit her again sis!" the man laughed. "Hit her again!"
"Where's the ref?! Someone needs to get that bastard outta here!"
"This was a great back and forth between these two women, and Paul Burchill, that son of a bitch!" JR spat, absolutely disgusted with the man. "Gets involved and puts his hands on that young lady!"
"You're worthless!" Katie snapped, slapping Sheree across the face.
Sheree lifted her head, the fans beginning to cheer as she stared Katie down with such a fierce glare that the German stepped back, her eyes widening at the defiance on Sheree's face.
"But Sheree is defiant! Even when the odds ain't in her favour!"
"All those slaps did was piss Sheree off!" Jenna added as Katie scowled.
Katie advanced forward and was nearly blasted off her feet with boots to the chest.
"WHOA!" King exclaimed, the fans cheering loudly as the power behind Sheree's sudden movements surprised Paul Burchill so much that he was sent flying back off his feet with Sheree crashing on top of him. "Oh man!"
The Bostonian quickly rolled off Paul, getting to her feet. "That's one way of getting ou- OH!"
Sheree hastily stepped to the side as Katie Lea rushed at her, the fans reacting as Katie flew past Sheree and collided face first with the middle turnbuckle.
"And Katie Lea misses!" JR exclaimed as Sheree stumbled away from the corner, watching as Katie rose to her feet in a daze. "Running right into the turnbuckles!"
"Oof. Katie might be out of it after that collision," Jenna commented as Paul gingerly rose to his feet "That was a close CALL OH MY GOD!"
Sheree bolted forward, the fans releasing a huge "OHHH!" as the Headstrong Diva left her feet, launching Paul Burchill back into the corner, the fans reacting with shock as the already dazed Katie Lea was brutally squashed between the corner and her brother.
"My god!" JR cried out as the Burchill siblings collapsed to the mat, with Paul rolling out of the ring. Sheree stood up, a scowl on her face as she eyed the fallen state of the twisted German with cold fury.
"Katie Lea got crushed!" King exclaimed as Sheree advanced towards Katie, grabbing a fist full of hair and ragging the dazed woman up onto her feet as she dragged her away from the ropes.
"Katie Lea is at the mercy of Sheree!" JR called out as Sheree wrapped her left arm around the German's head, the referee gingerly crawling back into the ring. "Sheree's trying for the Snapshot!"
The Boston brunette lifted Katie off her feet to a rousing reaction, planting the fellow brunette face first into the mat between her legs. "Snapshot! Sheree lands the Snapshot!"
"That's all she wrote!" Jenna exclaimed as Katie rolled onto her back, her eyes glassy as Sheree pulled her right leg up for a pin.
1...
2...
3!
"Three!" JR cried out as Sheree fell back into the mat to a huge reaction, holding her fists up. "Sheree gets the three!"
"Whoa!" King added.
"That was close!" Jenna sighed with relief, as replays showed off the closing moments.
"Sheree landed a John Woo-like dropkick to Paul Burchill, and it sent him crashing into his sister!" JR noted.
"That was the end of it for Katie Lea. She got squashed!" Jenna added as the replays then showed Sheree hitting the Snapshot. "Snapshot in the middle of the ring, and Sheree turns back her second opponent in this Gauntlet Match!"
The live feed came back to show Sheree rolling onto her front and trying to lift herself up off the mat.
"Sheree needs to survive one last opponent to win this Gauntlet Match orchestrated by the WWE Champion," JR said as Sheree rose to her hands and knees.
"Yeah but Katie really put her through it," King added. "This last opponent will-"
"I ain't the lady to mess with! WHOOP!"
"Oh no..." The fans exclaimed with worry and horror at the familiar rap symphony that sounded throughout the arena.
"The absolute last person I ever wanted to see..." Jenna groaned as Victoria walked onto the stage, walking towards the ring with a scowl and a dangerous look in her eyes.
"Fuck," Sheree breathed out, staring at the woman with exasperation as she sat up on her knees.
"And from San Bernardino, California, Victoria!"
"The look on Sheree's face tells the story," JR said as Victoria approached the squared circle, climbing up onto the apron. "This just went from bad to worse for that young lady."
"No doubt in my mind now. This has Orton's fingerprints all over it!" Jenna growled as Victoria stared a fierce hole through the Bostonian, before stepping through the ropes. Sheree gingerly stumbled to her feet, glaring at the furious woman.
"We all know Victoria has been wanting t- OH!" King cringed as Victoria suddenly lunged forward, the fans wincing as her boulder shoulder slammed hard into Sheree's gut, driving the wind out of the Headstrong Diva as the wicked evil vixen took her down to the mat. "Oh my gosh!"
"Victoria's been waiting for this!" Jenna growled as the two-tone haired woman rained down fists of fury to Sheree's face, forcing her to cover up. "She's been chomping at the bit to get her hands on Sheree ever since she lost at No Way Out!"
"And this is all by design," JR added as the woman continued to furiously punch away at Sheree, the fans starting to boo. "It's not a coincidence that Victoria is the final opponent in this Gauntlet Match!"
Victoria relented with one last violent shot to Sheree's face, rising to her feet to glare at the fans, who's boos increased as the veteran stood over the younger woman.
"Victoria hates Sheree," King noted as the veteran stepped over to her left and shoved Sheree onto her front with disdain. "Can't stand her at all. And Orton knows that- oh!"
Sheree groaned with agony as Victoria booted her viciously in the stomach as she attempted to lift her body off the mat.
"Vicious kick, right to the gut," JR commented as Sheree coughed in pain with the black-red haired woman looming threateningly over her with a snarl. "Randy Orton knew what he was doing when he booked Victoria as the final participant in this match."
"Did you think you had gotten rid of me huh?" Victoria snarled, harshly shoving Sheree in the face with her boot, nearly booting her out of the ring.
Victoria viciously stomped Sheree in the chest, making the Headstrong Diva scowl, glaring up at the woman, who smirked down at her.
"What? You're gonna fight me?" Victoria laughed mockingly as she stared down at the woman, and then mushed her boot harshly in Sheree's face for a second time, shoving her against the ropes. "Try it! I dare ya!"
"Victoria just taunting Sheree," King noted, wincing at the absolutely furious look on Sheree's face as she glared up at the woman.
"Come on," Victoria beckoned mockingly, ignoring the official as he implored her to get the brunette away from the ropes. "Fight me!"
"And it's doing nothing but ticking Sheree off!" Jenna added as Sheree rose to her feet with a growl.
She swung at the evil vixen, who ducked and swiftly kneed her in the gut hard enough to drive the wind out of Sheree.
"Oh man!" King cringed, the fans booing as Victoria laughed. "Victoria is enjoying this."
"As expected from a vile woman like her," JR added as Sheree coughed violently, hunching over. "What a violent, horrible knee to the ribs."
Victoria shoved Sheree upright and whipped her towards the opposite side of the ring, launching forward as the Headstrong Diva's back hit the ropes, however Sheree wrapped her arms around the top ropes, preventing herself from being catapulted forward.
Victoria rushed at the Bostonian, only to get a boot to the face.
"Victoria has put Sheree through her paces, but there's still a spark left in her!" JR said as Victoria staggered back.
"If you're gonna do something Sheree you better do it now!" Jenna said with urgency in her voice as Sheree leaned against the ropes, favouring her ribs before rushing forward, leaping off her feet to wrap her legs around Victoria's head.
"Hurrican- No!" JR cried out.
The fans all gasped with horror as Victoria clamped her arms around Sheree's legs before she could pull her down, effectively halting the Headstrong Diva's movement. "Victoria puts a stop to that!"
"Oh no... This is about to end badly!" King said as Victoria scowled down at a wide eyed Sheree, who was completely helpless.
"My gosh! The strength of Victoria!" JR cried out as Victoria powered Sheree up onto her shoulders. "She has Sheree- MY GOD! MY GOD!"
The fans all exclaimed as Victoria ran forward, releasing a massive 'OHHH!' as she launched Sheree violently into the corner opposite the announce table. "GOOD GOD!"
"What the hell!" Jenna exclaimed.
"Victoria just launched Sheree into the turnbuckles!" JR yelled out as Victoria roared at Sheree, who was slumped in the corner, her eyes wide. "My god!"
"Sheree is out!" King added. "She's completely out!"
Victoria stormed forward, roughly grabbing a fist full of Sheree's brunette hair, ragging her out of the corner with a dangerous scowl.
The Vicious Vixen put Sheree's head between her thighs, glaring at the fans, before lifting Sheree up in a Canadian back rack, hanging her over her right shoulder.
"And Victoria will look to pick the bones!" JR exclaimed as Victoria locked her arms around Sheree's abdomen, squeezing down with all of her might. Sheree barely reacted.
"Oh my..!" Jenna cringed along with the fans as Victoria jolted Sheree upwards, before dropping into a sit-out as she swung Sheree down, the Milwaukee crowd releasing a huge wincing 'Ohhh!' as Sheree was planted face-first into the canvas between the Californian's legs. "Oh my gosh!"
"Black Widow!" JR cried out as Victoria glared darkly at the crowd.
"Sheree is motionless!" King added as Victoria shoved Sheree onto her back for the lateral press, hooking the far leg as the referee slid into the cover. "She got hit with two huge moves one after the other! That's gotta be it!"
One!
"Sheree fought valiantly," JR said.
Two!
"But-"
Thr-
The crowd exclaimed in a excited uproar as Sheree got her left shoulder up before the ref could make the three count, leaving Victoria stunned. "No buts! Sheree kicked out!"
"What?! You've gotta be kidding me!" King exclaimed.
"Oh man! That was close!" Jenna added. "I mean really close!"
"Sheree will not be denied!" JR cried out, as Victoria snapped her head up at the official.
"That was three!" she snapped over the roar of the crowd.
When the referee confirmed that it wasn't, the Vicious Vixen roared in a fit of rage, gripping at her hair.
"And Victoria has lost it!"
Chants of 'Sheree! Sheree! Sheree!' was heard throughout the arena as the picture-by-picture replay was played.
"Sheree was turned inside out with that buckle bomb!" Jenna said.
"She literally crumpled in the corner after that!" King added. "She was hit with the Black Widow, and yet she STILL kicked out! And I have no idea how or why!"
The live feed returned to show Victoria looming over Sheree with an enraged scowl on her face. "If I was Sheree I'd have just let Victoria pin me!"
"Sheree's not gonna do that!" Jenna cried out as the brunette crawled towards Victoria. "She is looking to make a statement tonight! She is not leaving that ring until she gets the third win!"
"Well she's crazy cuz Victoria is looking to make sure Sheree doesn't make it to WrestleMania!" King retorted as Victoria kicked Sheree's hand away when she grabbed her boot, disdain and rage on her face.
"And that is exactly what Victoria looks to do here!" JR added, as Victoria grabbed a fist full of Sheree's hair and ragged her up onto her feet, hoisting the Headstrong Diva up onto her shoulders. "Victoria looking for Spider's Web!"
Victoria scowled as Sheree frantically elbowed her in the side of her head, desperate to get free. "But Sheree is still fighting!"
"Wait a minute!" Jenna noted urgently as Sheree wrapped her legs around Victoria's left arm, whilst using her arms to trap the right arm. "Sheree hooked the arms! Victoria's immobilized!"
Victoria tried to shake Sheree off, but the Bostonian's grip was tighter than she anticipated. "Victoria can't get free!"
"Now what?!" King asked incredulously. He soon got his answer. With a violent snap, Sheree suddenly swung her entire body downwards and the fans released a massive 'OHHH!' along with King and Jenna as Victoria was thrown backwards and dropped on the back of her head! "OHH! She stuffed her on her head!"
"MY GOD!" Jenna cried out.
"GOOD LORD!" JR exclaimed as Victoria's legs dangled in the air.
ONE!
"A Crucifix Driver! Good god!"
TWO!
THREE!
"Three! Sheree wins!"
"WHOA!" King exclaimed as Sheree, exhausted and in pain, released Victoria, rolling onto her back as "Headstrong" played throughout the arena to a huge positive reaction.
"Sheree runs the gauntlet!" JR cried out.
"Insane!" Jenna added with shock. "Sheree, you're insane!"
"Here's your winner, Sheree Louise!" Lilian Garcia announced as Sheree gingerly sat up, favouring her ribs with a grimace as the fans in attendance cheered loudly.
"Randy Orton told Sheree "Don't make a liar out of me," but I don't think he actually expected her to win?!" King called out, shocked. "I don't think this was a part of his plan at all!"
"Definitely not!" Jenna added with a chuckle as Sheree gingerly rose to her feet, her ribs and back aching as she did so. "Take a look at this!"
The replays showed Victoria's vicious bucklebomb and the Black Widow that came after, resulting in Sheree kicking out. "Victoria picked apart a wounded Sheree, but even after a bucklebomb and the Black Widow, Sheree still found a way to survive!"
"But Victoria wouldn't be done yet," JR said as the replays showed the Vicious Vixen hoisting Sheree up for the Spider's Web. "Victoria would attempt the Spider's Web, however Sheree would fight back, and counter with a hellacious Crucifix Driver, getting the final three count and beating the gauntlet!"
The live feed returned to show Sheree stood on the corner middle ropes opposite the timekeeper's area, surveying the crowd with a small smile as she favoured her aching ribs.
"Sheree's performance tonight was incredible!" King praised. "This woman's will to survive is frightening!"
"She made a huge statement," JR said as Sheree stepped off the ropes. "She more than belongs at- What the hell!"
Sheree turned and was suddenly bulldozed into the corner, her theme shutting off and the fans booing with intense anger as she was assaulted with furious right hands in the corner. "Victoria attacking Sheree!"
"Are you serious?!" Jenna exclaimed with anger as she watched her sister get jumped by a furious Victoria, who was now stomping away at her in the corner.
"She's lost it!" King exclaimed, the boos intensifying when the woman shoved the referee off his feet. "Not even the referee is safe!"
"She just couldn't accept another loss to Sheree!" Jenna raged as Victoria grabbed a handful of Sheree's brunette locks, dragging her out of the corner. "What a sore loser!"
Victoria lifted Sheree up onto her shoulders, grinning menacingly at the fans as they responded with intense boos.
"Sheree is at the mercy of this vindictive vixen!" JR spat. Victoria's grin widened evilly, before she spun Sheree out into a sidewalk slam hold and sat out, dropping Sheree back first into the canvas. "Spider's Web! Dammit!"
Victoria popped back up onto her feet, staring down at Sheree, who squirmed in agony. "I am disgusted! Sheree fought her heart out tonight! And Victoria..."
"I'll say it if you won't JR!" Jenna snapped as the Vicious Vixen stepped over Sheree and finally left the ring, leaving the Bostonian writhing in pain. "She's a bitch!"
"Well I can't say I don't disagree..." King commented as Victoria began to walk up the ramp, ignoring the fans at ringside as they heckled her in anger. "That was completely uncalled-"
A vicious smirk stretched across Victoria's face as "Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to a massive mixed reaction. "Oh..."
"Why I'm I not surprised!" JR spat as Melina sauntered out onto the stage, ignoring the polarizing response she got from the fans as she walked down the ramp, her Women's Title hanging from her right hand. "The WWE Women's Champion, Melina!"
"Just great..." Jenna growled.
"Wait a minute..." King became suspicious at the sight of Melina slowing as Victoria approached her. The two woman stared each other down, with Victoria briefly eyeing Melina's title.
Melina glanced down at it before glaring at her.
The two women then turned their attention to the ring, watching as Sheree attempted to pull her body off the mat, glaring heatedly at Melina as she laid on the canvas.
Melina and Victoria looked at each other, and to the fan's horror, the two women exchanged evil smirks, with Victoria even gesturing towards the ring.
"Have fun~" the Vicious Vixen cooed, before walking up the ramp, with Melina watching her leave.
King's eyes widened as Melina slowly turned her smirk back to the ring, a venomous look in her eyes as she stared down her WrestleMania opponent. "Victoria just told Melina to 'have fun!' This was a trap! Sheree was set up!"
"You've gotta be freaking... I'm tired of this!" Jenna exclaimed as the Paparazzi Princess calmly walked down the rest of the ramp, staring down Sheree like a tiger staring down its wounded prey.
"Sheree has been left to the wolves!" JR cried out as Melina entered the ringside area, walking up the stairs and along the apron, watching as Sheree struggled to pull herself up off the canvas. "She can't even stand!"
"Sheree needs to get out of that ring now!" King said urgently as Melina entered the ring, the look on her face turning dangerous and ruthless as she watched Sheree rise to one knee, dropping her title as her music faded out. "Melina's not in a playful MOOD!"
"God!" JR spat as Melina's boot connected with the side of Sheree's face, blasting the Bostonian in the jaw and making her crumple back down to the canvas. The fans erupted into angered boos as Melina pounced on Sheree, punching away at her. "Melina is assaulting a defenceless Sheree!"
"That filthy coward!" Jenna spat as Melina's right fist thundered repeatedly off Sheree's skull, the fans negative response intensifying with anger. "She couldn't fight her head on! She had to wait till Sheree was vulnerable!"
Melina finally relented, rising to her feet and glaring at the fans as they assaulted her with a massive negative reaction. "What kind of champion are you?!"
"Get me a microphone now!" the Latina demanded as Sheree laid prone by her feet.
A microphone was slid into the ring, and Melina reached down with her left hand to grab it, glaring at the fans as they continued to boo heavily and harshly.
The Latin champion stared down at Sheree with a look of disgust when she grabbed her ankle, bending down to grab a handful of Sheree's brunette locks, balancing on the balls of her feet.
Melina violently jerked Sheree up by her hair, forcing the Headstrong Diva to stand on her knees as she stared into the Latina's villainous eyes and at her evil smirk, the brunette Bostonian scowling at the sight in anger and pain as Melina tugged relentlessly at her hair.
Melina cooed into the microphone as she stared at the woman before her in sick amusement.
"You are so stupid!" the black-haired woman spat, venom laced in her voice despite the grin on her face. "Do you honestly believe you stand a chance against me?!"
The Latina shook her head as she slowly rose to a vertical base, standing over Sheree, who had rose to one knee, glowering up at Melina. "You know what Sheree? I'm getting really sick and tired of you. You're like a cockroach. You just never go away no matter what I do."
Melina tugged harshly at Sheree's brunette locks, making her wince as the look on Melina's face turned darn right scary, her dark eyes burning with rage as she scowled in Sheree's face.
"I should honestly end your pitiful career right here and now for your continuous disrespect and be done with you!" the Latin American spat into the mic, Sheree's short cries of pain being caught on the microphone as the current Women's Champion pulled at her hair more viciously.
"Don't do that..." King muttered with fear.
Melina smirked evilly. "But I won't."
Sheree found herself staring into blazing dark orbs of pure rage and obsessive insanity as Melina loomed over her, her face hovering threateningly, mere inches from Sheree's face.
Even more frightening was how calm yet cold, bone-chillingly cold, Melina's dark tone was as she continued to speak, very clearly thoroughly done with Sheree.
"I want to see the look on your mother's face when I embarrass you in front of the entire world and she comes to the realization that her daughter is utterly worthless!"
Melina watched as the look on Sheree's face went from painful discomfort to enraged, the scowl on her face thickening and her blue eyes wide in wild fury.
"Just. Like. Her!"
Melina smirked in Sheree's rage filled face, but it was suddenly short-lived, the Milwaukee fans popping at the sight of Sheree's left hand whipping up and grabbing a fist full of Melina's hair, tugging hard on her dark locks.
Melina was so caught off guard that she almost missed Sheree swiping the microphone harshly from her grasp.
"Ohhh! Oh man!" King exclaimed gulping as Sheree calmly rose to her feet, despite the fact she felt like she could collapse at any moment, a dangerous killer rage in her blue eyes as she smirked ruthlessly in Melina's face, who glowered at Sheree in absolute fury, enraged by her blatant disrespect, both women gripping each other's hair.
"This utterly worthless woman kicked your ass last night!" the brunette growled into the mic, her blue eyes wild with a stormy rage-filled insanity never seen from her before, the fans cheering loudly at that.
"She did!" King commented with amusement.
"And I'll beat your ass all the way to WrestleMania and take your title whilst I'm at it!" the Headstrong Diva snarled, inciting an even louder reaction from the fans.
The two bumped foreheads, glaring into each other's eyes as they continued to grip each other's hair, blue eyes filled with raging insanity and a twisted wide smirk, clashing with enraged dark eyes and a venomous snarl. "So if you're gonna "end" me then you better do it quickly..."
"Before I rekt your sh*t!"
Bradley Center promptly erupted at that, the fans shocked and hyped up by Sheree's words.
"My gosh!" JR exclaimed, shocked.
"You bitch..." Melina snarled, her eyes wide with pure rage as she scowled in Sheree's smirking face, before violently kneeing Sheree in the gut, hard enough to drive her to her knees.
"Melina with a knee to the gut!" The fans booed, growing louder with intensity and anger as Melina pounced at Sheree, punching away at the woman in a frenzied fury. "And now she's beating the hell out of Sheree!"
"She's gone insane!" Jenna exclaimed as Sheree covered up the best she could.
"Melina didn't like what Sheree had to say at all!" King said as the furious Women's Champion continued to punch away at Sheree with piston-rights. "She's completely unhinged here!"
Melina was suddenly pulled away from Sheree, kicking and screaming, her dark eyes wide with fury as she glowered at Sheree.
"And finally the officials here, have gotten the two separated," JR said. "But I think the damage has been done."
"LET GO OF ME!" Melina roared, kicking violently.
"Melina's seeing red!" King noted, shocked by how bad her temper got. "I know Melina is a lil off tilt, but seeing her explode like this is terrifying!"
While Melina was being held back, officials went to check on Sheree, who was dazed, attempting to push herself up onto her hands and knees with help from the officials.
Sheree was helped to a knee when Melina suddenly broke free, the fans crying out as she pounced on the Headstrong Diva yet again.
"And Melina again, attacking Sheree!" JR exclaimed as the Latina angerly punched away at Sheree to furious boos from the crowd.
"Enough already!" Jenna growled. "You've made your point!"
"Melina is..." JR muttered as the referee tried to pull Melina off the Bostonian, but the Latina had a firm grip of Sheree's hair, screaming like a mad woman as she ragged at the younger woman's brunette hair. "Melina wants to tear Sheree apart!"
The referees managed to pull Melina away, who yelled at Sheree in anger.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR DISRESPECTING ME!" she roared, before snapping at the officials restraining her.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" she snapped at them, ripping herself away from them.
"Someone's gotta get control of that mad woman!" Jenna exclaimed.
"I don't think there is anybody in that ring right now capable of doing that," King replied.
Melina approached Sheree's prone form, a dark look in her eyes.
"Stay back Melina!"
"Don't touch her!"
"SHUT UP!" Melina snapped at the officials, making them shrink back in fear.
Melina stalked around Sheree, retrieving her championship title belt and watching with anger and irritation as the girl tried to push herself off the mat. Melina kneeled down, wrapping Sheree's brunette hair around her right fist and roughly ragging Sheree off the mat hard enough for her to cry out in pain.
Melina held the title up with her free hand, making sure Sheree could see it, scowling dangerously at the woman.
"You will NEVER take this from me!" the Latin American snapped in Sheree's face, ignoring the fierce army of boos as she continued. "I am going to ruin you, you good for nothing BITCH!"
Melina then slammed Sheree face-first into the canvas, rising to a vertical base and staring down at the prone form of her WrestleMania opponent like she was nothing more than a bug.
Sheree attempted to pick herself up off the floor, however Melina's boot pressing down on her back effectively stopped that, the fans' boos increasing in visceral anger at the sight as Melina raised the Women's Championship above her head with her right hand.
An air of confidence that demanded respect and submission surrounded Melina that pressed down on Sheree, who squirmed beneath the current champion's foot.
"I don't think Melina's playing games anymore," King said with an intimidated gulp as "Paparazzi" played throughout the arena to a loud negative reaction. "She's scary!"
"I can't lie. Melina definitely made a statement at Sheree's expense tonight," Jenna commented bitterly as Melina finally stepped off and away from Sheree, glaring down at the woman in clear disgust.
"Melina felt disrespected and made an example out of her WrestleMania opponent," JR noted.
"But this is far from over! The rivalry over the WWE Women's Championship between these two women continues to heat up! Only one can come out on top!"
'Goodbye *MWAH!* and Goodnight! BANG!'