A/N: Finally! Another chapter!
Chapter 34: The Empress of Darkness Returns
Friday Night SmackDown (March 14, 2008 tapings): Allstate Arena - Chicago, Illinois, March 11, 2008 (20 days, 3 weeks until WrestleMania)
"I want Michelle tonight."
The office went quiet, as all of Vince's men went into an awkward stunned silence as they stared at Dray. Some even glared at him. Dray ignored all the looks, staring at the Chairman, who remained stoic.
"I didn't know you were interested in her..." the old man muttered, quirking up an eyebrow.
"It's obvious you have big plans for her," Dray replied. "I'm just using that to my advantage."
"Hold on a minute!" Bruce Prichard cut in, glaring at Dray scornfully. "You can't just demand things! She's competing in the Obstacle Course tonight!"
"Then scrap it," Dray retorted.
"WHAT?! HAVE YOU LOST IT?!"
"Shut up a minute Bruce will ya?" Arn drawled, effectively shutting the man up, before he gave Dray and a silent Christy a long look. "And what about the girls who are also competing in the obstacle course tonight?"
"I won't get in the way of your little Diva contest if that's what you're worried about. I just need Michelle tonight," Dray drawled, making Arn chuckle with amusement as the tension rose. Everyone in the room could tell Dray wasn't happy about the bikini contest being a thing.
Christy rolled her eyes at the tension in the room. She knew Dray didn't like a lot of the producers and they didn't like him just as much, but he could at least drop a bit of the snark.
"I'll talk to them," she told the Enforcer, who nodded, before turning his attention to the rest of the group, more importantly, to the Chairman of the board.
"Well? What do you think?"
"Why her?" Ricky Steamboat asked curiously. "You could have picked anybody. Jessica. Even Jay."
Shane McMahon chuckled. "And SHE is supposed to be returning to in-ring action tonight. Don't tell me this was what you had planned?"
Dray smirked as a lot of eyes widened, the young man shrugging. "I think it could be good for Michelle."
"You're crazy!" Michael Hayes cut in, though an amused smile was on his face. "You wanna throw Michelle to our resident Godzilla already?!"
"This is too soon," John Laurinaitis spoke up. "This is way more than what she can handle Dray."
The look in Dray's eyes sharpened dangerously at that, making John frown, but he didn't say a word back.
"Well she's gotta start from somewhere right?" Dusty commented.
"Don't tell me you agree with this?" John Laurinaitis retorted calmly, almost shaking his head.
"It's just a showcase match Ace. A lil preview before Mania," Dray replied. "But I want Michelle involved. Cuz I really do believe it will be good for her."
"Well I don't need convincing," Dusty commented. "He's right."
The unusually quiet Vince McMahon suddenly chuckled. "I forgot how aggressive you could be sometimes."
Dray grinned. "I think you'll find that I'm not the only one. It's gonna get harder for you to ignore them."
"Dray..." Christy whispered harshly, seeing some of the harsh looks that was thrown at him from the producers for that little quip.
"Is that so?" Vince muttered with amusement, before nodding. "Okay. I think this change is doable. They will still be opening the show though."
"That's fine," Dray replied with an easy smile, making Christy sigh with relief as he retained his more relaxed demeanor.
"So... what else do you have in mind tonight?" Arn asked, intrigued.
Dray smirked.
. . . .
"Jeff was suspended again?" Roxanna blinked wildly at the news, clearly surprised.
The black-haired woman was wearing a Black Sabbath themed leather jacket, A plain black tank top that revealed a bit of her abdomen, leather pants with silver chains hanging from the loops, and a pair of ankle-high heeled boots.
Jessica sighed. "Yeah..."
The 22-year-old wore a "Scream Aim Fire" BFMV shirt, skinny faded light blue jeans, a black WrestleMania 23 hoodie and a pair of Chuck Taylors. She glanced to the side, eyeing the redhead sat beside her. "I heard Kerry gave him a hard time over it too."
Jay took a sip of her cola, her strong, light tanned legs crossed over the other. The Atlantan wore a light blue denim jacket with matching denim shorts. Underneath her jacket she wore a plain white crop top. To finish off the look she wore a pair of black faux leather calf-high heeled boots.
"She didn't give him a hard time," Jay replied. "She gave him the cold shoulder."
Roxy winced. "That's worse. You never make Kerry mad enough that she doesn't talk to you."
"Is it that bad?" Michelle McCool asked, who was stretching near the table the group was sat at.
"Let's just say if Kerry's pissed at ya, it's better for you if she's yelling and shouting at ya," Roxy told her with a touch of a nervous smile. "Silent and angry Kerry is scary to deal with."
"She's only like this when things get really serious. I'm not even sure if she's mad," Jay commented. "She's just... concerned. This is the second time..."
"Can we... drop this?" Jessica muttered, a tad uneasy and tense. "I don't like gossiping about this stuff. People... say things..."
"Yeah, sure..." Jay replied, smiling reassuringly at the younger woman.
"Sorry," Michelle couldn't help but say.
"Don't worry about it," Jessica waved her off.
"So, are you happy to be back in Chicago?" Roxanna asked the young Chicagoian.
"Yeah..." Jessica replied, a relaxed smile appearing on her face. "I don't know what it is. I just feel... at ease whenever I come back here."
"Oh I know the feeling!" Jay chuckled. "Being back in your hometown after a long while away? There is no better feeling like it! It's like a homecoming every year!"
"Right? It would be even better if I could compete tonight! But I guess we can't have everything we want," the punk-rock black haired Chicago woman sighed, feeling a tad disappointed that she wasn't going to be able to compete in her hometown that night.
Michelle rose to her full height, smiling reassuringly at Jessica. "I'm sure you'll get to compete here someday."
"Yeah hopefully," Jessica replied, before eyeing the legendary woman sat beside her. "Ain't you supposed to be returning tonight?"
Roxanna chuckled. "Yeah... I think I'm competing tonight too, but I have no idea what the details of that is. Dray has been annoyingly tight-lipped ever since the announcement was made yesterday. What about you Michelle? You doing anything tonight?"
"Yep!" Michelle confirmed, sipping her bottle of water. "We're opening the show with an obstacle course."
"Man... what's with that old man and making us do all types of crazy shit?" Jay muttered, shaking her head. "Ain't the bikini contests and mud baths enough?"
Her snarky response made the girls laugh at that.
"Well you won't have to worry about any of that tonight. Plans have changed."
The group of women turned to see Dray approaching them, a small smile on his face.
"Wait... what do you mean plans have changed?" Jay questioned, her eyes narrowed.
"Is the obstacle course scrapped?" Michelle asked, a worried look on her face.
"Yeah, but you won't have to worry about that," Dray replied, his smile widening as he eyed the blond-haired woman. "I hope you have your gear with you, cuz you'll be opening the show in a match instead."
At this Michelle's eyes widened, caught completely off guard with this news.
"Well you're just full of surprises ain't cha," Jay chuckled.
"Man... You lucked out Michelle! You wouldn't mind swapping places with me right?" Jessica joked with a cheeky chuckle.
"W-wait!" Michelle stuttered, her face going slightly pale as she put two and two together. "Who I'm I facing?"
Dray smiled nervously at that. "I don't think I need to tell you that."
Michelle McCool felt a sudden wave of powerful pressure that pressed down on her, and she looked back to find herself being stared down by a pair of gold eyes.
Roxanna rose to her full height, the legendary woman nearly towering over the blonde, a small smirk of amusement on her face as she eyed the blonde Floridian.
Her smirk became more vicious as she turned her attention to Dray.
"You certainly know how to make things interesting kid."
. . . .
"Welcome to Friday Night Smackdown!" Michael Cole welcomed the viewers as "Rise Up" by Drowning Pool played throughout the Allstate Arena to a ruckus reaction. "We are live in a sold-out Allstate Arena in the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois! And we are kicking things off right away with Divas action!"
The camera's panned to the ring to show Michelle standing in the squared circle, the Chicago fans giving her a great hand as her theme, "Not Enough For Me" by Jim Johnston played throughout the arena.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall," Justin Roberts announced. "Introducing first, from Palatka, Florida, Michelle McCool!"
Usually the blonde would be all smiles, but tonight there was no smile to be seen on her face. Her muscles tensed, and there was a nervous air around her, as if she was about to be in for the fight of her life. "Michelle McCool is prepared to kick off SmackDown but..."
"She's scared out of her wits because she's been unfairly thrown to the lions!" Johnathan Coachman spat. "Because who the hell sanctioned..."
Bong...
A cold chill rushed down Michelle's spine as she found herself being plunged into a sea of darkness. The only sound she heard in that moment was the Chicago fans blowing the roof off the arena in a massive screaming pop. "WHO SANCTIONED THIS?!"
Bong...
Flames exploded off the entrance to an army of excited screams, accompanied by the eerie purple lighting, with lightning flashing across both the titantron and the minitron, the entire arena being blanketed in thick smoke. The cameras briefly panned to Michelle who tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor, but couldn't help but show her fear through her eyes that had begun to widen in sheer terror and awe.
Bong...
Michelle breathed deeply to calm her nerves as the third bell tolled and "Rest in Peace" played throughout the arena. But it didn't help much as the anticipation of Tara Stone's arrival weighed down on her like a gravity field that threatened to bring her to her knees.
The sold-out Chicago crowd exploded the moment Tara's figure appeared through the smoke, wearing her long black leather trench coat, over her full length skin-tight bodysuit, that was tucked into a pair of black wrestling boots, her open crown hat hovering ominously over her face, making it almost appear as if her gold eyes were glowing. She paused at the edge of the ramp, staring down a terrified Michelle McCool.
"And her opponent," Justin Roberts began as Tara calmly and ominously walked down the ramp, flames exploding off the stage behind her. "From Death Valley, TARA STONE!"
"Our Empress of Darkness has returned to Friday Night SmackDown!" Michael Cole exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. "4 weeks after Beth Phoenix's attack, Tara Stone returns to action!"
"Ah who cares about that Michael!" Johnathan Coachman snapped. "Poor Michelle McCool looks like she's about to have a heart attack!"
Tara approached the ringside area and paused, her sharp gold eyes piercing the blonde-haired woman's soul. "Look at her! I don't think she's breathing!"
"Oh will you stop! You're being overdramatic!" Michael groaned rolling his eyes as Tara looked away from the blonde and approached the steel steps.
The legendary black-haired veteran walked up the steel steps and paused, ominously raising her arms up as the lights brightened, the squared circle being bathed in heavenly white smoke.
Michelle visibly gulped as Tara's piercing gold eyes found her again, before the ethereal woman stepped onto the apron and entered the ring.
"Michelle McCool is about to go one on one with Tara Stone, Michael!" Coachman spat, as Tara rose to her full height, staring down the blonde-haired woman, who had backed up into the corner opposite the timekeeper's area in fear. "I'm not being overdramatic! I'm concerned!"
"That's a first..." Michael muttered, sniggering at Coachman's silent glare.
Making sure to never take her eyes off the Floridian woman, Tara reached for her hat and pulled it off, thunder clapping throughout the Allstate Arena as she rolled her eyes back to a massive reaction.
"Do you honestly believe Michelle McCool stands a chance against THAT?!" Coachman exclaimed.
"We won't know until she tries now will we..." Michael retorted as Tara's theme faded into silence, giving way to a thunderous applause from the Chicago crowd who were ecstatic to see her in person, whilst Coachman scoffed at Michael's reply.
Michelle shivered as Tara eyed her coldly through intense gold eyes, before turning away, ripping off her trench coat, and handing it and her hat to a nearby stagehand. "We haven't seen Tara compete in a ring since No Way Out, and understandably, this sold-out Chicago crowd is buzzing!"
Michelle slowed her breathing as Roxanna turned back to face her. The blonde couldn't help but think back to when Dray told her that she would be facing the black-haired Texan.
. . . .
"I-I don't think I can do this..."
"Huh?" Jessica raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you don't think you can do this?!"
Michelle winced at Jessica's exclamation, and looked at Dray with wide eyes.
"You want me to open the show with Roxy?" she asked. "I... I don't get it! Why me! Why not Jay?"
"Oh no!" Jay cut in with a chuckle. "I've been down that road already. Once is enough for me."
The redhead stood up and gently placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, who whipped her head around to look at her with wide eyes. Jay smiled warmly. "You've got nothing to worry about. You can do this."
"But I-"
"Michelle..." The blonde turned to Dray, who smiled at her with earnest confidence. "I wouldn't put you in this position if I didn't think you could handle it."
Michelle was at a loss for words at that, only being able to duck her head and blush.
"Isn't this too soon?" she whispered.
"Not at all!" Jessica exclaimed with a grin. "You've gotta start from somewhere!"
"Michelle..."
Michelle turned to face Roxanna who smiled at her. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course!" the Floridian said a little too fast for her liking.
Roxanna's smile widened as she approached Michelle and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Then you'll be fine."
"I-I-"
Roxanna gently squeezed the woman's shoulders, her gold eyes gleaming with care.
"You'll be fine as long as you trust me and believe in yourself."
. . . .
Michelle took a few deep breathes as Roxanna's gold eyes pierced into her, a spark of warmth and reassurance shining through them, helping to calm Michelle's nerves and anxiety.
'Ding! Ding! Ding!'
The crowd cheered as the bell rang, and immediately broke out into a huge 'TARA! TARA! TARA!' chant.
"Here we go!" Michael Cole exclaimed. "Tara's first match back before she goes one on one with Beth Phoenix in 16 days at WrestleMania!"
"One minute you're giving Michelle false hope and then the next you're geeking out over Tara," Coachman retorted, rolling his eyes as Michelle carefully kept her distance, circling the ring with Tara watching her closely, silently studying her.
"Would you just let me call the match!" Cole exclaimed, making Coachman huff.
The two women slowly approached each other, the Tara chants increasing in volume.
"And a lock up- WHOA!" The Chicago fans cheered as Tara immediately and single handedly canceled out the tie up by sending Michelle flying with a powerful shove, nearly launching the blonde across the ring, where she hit the canvas back first and rolled back up onto her knees.
"Well that's certainly not surprising!" Coachman added as Michelle stared at Tara in slight shock, completely caught off guard by how powerful the woman before her was. "Tara ain't gonna let you through that easily Michelle!"
"Okay... Okay..." Michelle said to herself as she slowly stood up, eyeing Tara carefully, who had kept her distance, tilting her head slightly as she stared at the blonde-haired woman.
"Man... look at that stare... How the heck is Michelle gonna get through that?!"
The two women circled the ring again, colliding in another lock up in the middle of the ring.
"Another lock up. These two women jockeying for an advantage," Michael Cole called out, as Michelle tried to push the taller woman back, however, Tara easily overwhelmed the blonde-haired woman and powered her into the corner. "And again, Tara overpowers Michelle!"
"Oh boy..." Coachman muttered as Tara released the hold at the demand of the referee, ignoring him and staring deep into Michelle's eyes. "That's gotta be terrifying!"
Michelle gulped, being unable to look away as Tara loomed over her.
"Come on Tara back off!" the referee implored her.
Tara wordlessly stepped back, and annoyance began to crawl deep within Michelle's gut as a ghost of a smile crept up onto the veteran's face.
"Was... that a smile on Tara's face?" Cole exclaimed.
"That's gonna- Oh brother!" Coachman sighed as Michelle rushed at Tara, and the crowd immediately gasped as Tara ducked a wild swing and sent the blonde stumbling off her feet with a right uppercut underneath the jaw the moment they turned to face each other.
"And a straight right floors Michelle!" Michael exclaimed as Tara stood over a stunned Michelle McCool.
"Tara is so wily and cunning!" Coachman added as Tara calmly grabbed the left wrist of Michelle, methodically pulling her back up onto her feet. "She baited Michelle in with that smile!"
Tara pulled Michelle forward and used the momentum to launch the Floridian towards the ropes opposite the announce table.
"Tara looking to press on," Cole commentated as Michelle rebounded off the ropes, the fans letting loose another loud gasp as Tara's foot found its mark on the left side of her face, knocking her flat off her feet. "And a boot to the face drops Michelle McCool!"
"Oh man," Coachman sighed, shaking his head as Tara paused to survey the crowd, who gave her a rousing reaction in response. Michelle laid on the canvas by Tara's feet, completely out of it. "That's it. Michelle's done! I told you this was a bad idea Cole!"
"Don't write her off just yet Coach!" Michael Cole replied as the gothic entity reached down and grabbed Michelle by the wrist.
"I don't care what you say, this is a mis-" Coachman was cut off by Michelle snatching her arm away and rolling out of the ring to heavy boos. "And Michelle just did the smartest thing all day."
The Californian panted with wide eyes, holding her arm close to her body as she stared at the imposing figure of Tara, who stood calmly in the middle of the ring.
"Michelle rolled out of the ring to collect herself," Michael noted. "But the fans didn't like that."
"Who cares what the fans think when you have a demon staring you down?!" Coachman replied as Michelle attempted to get her breath back, never taking her eyes off the Princess of Death Valley.
"We will be back with more SmackDown action after this short ad break," Michael said as SmackDown went for an ad break just as chants of Tara was heard throughout the arena.
"TARA! TARA! TARA!"
"Welcome back to Friday Night SmackDown!" Michael exclaimed as SmackDown came back to reveal Tara leaning against the north-side ropes as a hyper aggressive Michelle McCool pelted her with relentless forearms. "If you are just joining us, Tara Stone has returned to in-ring action and Michelle McCool is taking it to the Empress of Darkness!"
"Michelle has done absolutely everything to survive, especially during the break!" Coachman added as a replay was shown of Tara lifting Michelle up over her right shoulder to a huge reaction, but Michelle would wiggle and struggle franticly, managing to wrap her left arm around Tara's head and force her weight backwards, dropping Tara into the canvas on the back of her head to a loud 'OHHH!' from the Chicago crowd. "Tara attempted the Tombstone, but Michelle McCool would counter that into an inverted DDT!"
"I for one am shocked that Michelle McCool managed to get a modicum of control over Tara!" Michelle grabbed Tara's left wrist, and pulled her from the ropes for an Irish whip only for Tara to reverse this, sending Michelle towards the opposite ropes instead.
"Michelle does indeed have Tara under pressure," Cole commented as Michelle rebounded off the ropes and ducked swiftly as Tara attempted to take her head off with a clothesline. "Tara misses wildly..."
The Chicago crowd released a loud "OHHH!" as both women turned on the other and booted each other in the face. "And they both take each other out!"
"I don't know who got the worst of that!" Coachman added as both women stirred. "Never thought I'd see the day where Michelle McCool of all people is going head-to-head with Tara!"
Tara turned on her front and began to lift her body off the floor, while Michelle crawled, and reached for the ropes opposite the hard camera, using them to pull herself up.
Tara steadily rose back up to a vertical base, favoring her chin as Michelle leaned against the ropes, watching the tall black-haired woman with a vicious glare in her blue eyes.
"There is a different look in Michelle's eyes right now!" Cole noted.
"Tara might need to watch her back!" Coachman added as Tara began to turn. Michelle moved swiftly, whipping her long left leg around for a roundhouse kick. "Whoa!"
Tara ducked, and the Chicago fans cheered when her right hand whipped out to grab a shocked Michelle by the throat! "Oh no!"
"Michelle got caught!" Michael cried out.
The fans groaned a bit when Michelle kicked Tara in the gut hard enough for her to release her grip, and hunch over. "And she escapes!"
"Michelle is just doing everything she can here!" Coachman commentated as Michelle shot to her left whilst Tara crumbled to a knee with a growl. She rebounded off the ropes opposite the announce table, catapulting herself at Tara, who was beginning to rise to her feet. "WHOA!"
"My god!" Michael Cole exclaimed, the fans releasing a loud 'OHHH!' as Michelle flipped over Tara whilst grabbing her neck, using the momentum of the flip to harshly twist Tara's head and neck into the mat. "Corkscrew neckbreaker!"
"Could this be it!" Michelle frantically launched into the cover, the fans counting the pin along with the referee, some rising to their feet at the sight.
1...
"Could Michelle McCool pin Tara-"
2...
The Chicago crowd yelled out as Tara kicked out halfway before the final count, leaving Michelle McCool in wide eyed shock. "No! Tara Stone kicks out!"
"Wow..." Coachman breathed out as Michelle stared at the referee in shock. "I thought we were about to witness a major upset!"
"Michelle McCool has Tara on the ropes!" Michael Cole added.
"If Michelle McCool can just keep up the pressure, then maybe just maybe she might just win," Coachman commented as Michelle McCool rose to her feet, snarling in slight frustration as Tara stirred.
Michelle reached down to grab Tara, pulling her up into a standing head scissors. "Wait a minute... she's not gonna-"
"I think she is Coachman!" Michael Cole gasped as Michelle hooked Tara's arms behind her back. "Michelle McCool is looking to hit the Wings of Love on Tara!"
"No way!" Coachman exclaimed.
The Chicago fans gasped loudly as Michelle attempted to lift Tara off her feet, but the tall and much more powerful woman planted her feet firmly into the ground, the fans exclaiming with shock as her powerful arms easily broke through Michelle's grip. "Uh-oh!"
"Tara broke the grip- OH MY GOD!" Michael cried out, the fans yelling out as Michelle, barely able to register what happened in time, found herself being launched completely over Tara, the fans releasing a loud 'Ohhh!' as Michelle landed back first onto the canvas hard.
"Tara nearly launched Michelle!" Coachman added.
Tara snarled as she turned to face Michelle, who was squirming in pain, favouring her back. "I think Tara is starting to get really annoyed."
"Yeah, she's had enough," Cole noted. Tara watched as Michelle stumbled to her feet and towards the ropes, using them to lift herself back up onto her feet. "Michelle McCool is in serious TROUBLE!"
The moment Michelle turned around, Tara was already upon her, the crowd loudly wincing as the Princess of Death Valley sent the tall blonde hurdling over the ropes with a brutal lariat, nearly taking her head off in the process.
"Gosh!" Coachman winced as Michelle tumbled harshly off the unforgiving ring apron and to the floor below. "Tara nearly decapitated Michelle, my god!"
"Michelle hit the apron hard on the way down," Michael added as Tara stared down at a stunned Michelle. "That tumble was nasty... I hope she's okay."
"All things considered Michelle is a tough lady," Coachman replied as Michelle stirred with Tara watching her like a hawk. "I think she's WAY out of her element but she's a tough one. No doubt about- wait a minute!"
The Chicago fans rose to their feet with a loud and ruckus shocked gasp as Tara took off towards the ropes opposite the announce table, putting everyone on high alert.
"Is Tara about to take flight?!" Cole exclaimed.
"No way!" Coachman cried out as Tara rebounded off the ropes, catapulting herself towards the opposite side of the ring, where an oblivious and out of it Michelle McCool was rising to her feet. "There's no way Tara is about to-"
The Allstate Arena was suddenly plunged in darkness, causing a confused buzz to sweep through the crowd. "W-What the... What the hell?"
"What happened to the lights?" Cole questioned just as confused as Coachman and the fans.
When the lights came back on, the Chicago crowd exploded with shock and excitement. "OH MY GOD!"
"WHAT?!" Coachman exclaimed, the entire crowd losing it as Tara stared into intense fierce blue eyes in surprise, finding herself nose-to-nose with a furious Glamazon! "BETH PHOENIX?!"
"BETH PHOENIX IS HERE IN CHICAGO!" Michael Cole cried out.
"WHA... WHEN?! HOW?!" Coachman exclaimed as a thick angry snarl curled onto Tara's facial features.
The Chicago crowd popped when the blonde Amazonian woman struck first, igniting a fierce fast-paced exchange of punches to a ruckus reaction.
"AND HERE WE GO! BETH PHOENIX AND TARA STONE! THEY'RE THROWING BOMBS HERE ON SMACKDOWN!" Michael Cole exclaimed.
"The bell rang for the DQ, But I don't think Tara cares right now!" Coachman exclaimed as Beth tackled Tara to the canvas, ferociously punching away at her, forcing Tara to cover up. "They just wanna destroy each other!"
Michelle rose to her feet, eyes wide at what she was witnessing. Nope! Not getting involved in that!
Her mind made up, the tall blonde backed up the ramp, hoping neither of the two women would notice her leaving. "Michelle is hightailing it outta here! I don't blame her either!"
The Glamazon didn't even notice Tara had gotten her right leg underneath her, until she had shoved her off with enough strength to send Beth flying through the ropes and to the floor, making the fans verbally wince at the way Beth hit the ground. "My gosh, how much strength does Tara have in her legs?!"
Tara rolled underneath the ring, a vengeful snarl fixed firmly onto her face as she advanced towards a rising Glamazon, who had inadvertently pulled off the hood of the announce table in her daze . "Oh no... I've seen that look on Tara's face before!"
"She's furious- My gosh!" Cole added, watching as Beth suddenly launched forwards, tackling Tara into the steel steps to a wincing 'Ohhh!' from the crowd. Tara bit back a hiss of pain as the sharp edge of the steel steps dug into the small of her back, but her anger and rage spurred her to shrugged off the pain, clobbering away at the back of the Glamazon.
"They're gonna tear each other apart!" Coachman cried out, his eyes widening, the fans gasping as Beth Phoenix, with her arms wrapped around Tara's waist, lifted the taller woman clean off the floor, and dumped her back first into the thinly pad surface. "OH MY GOD!"
"A HUGE Spinebuster! The power of the Glamazon is scary!" Cole exclaimed as Beth continued to punch away at Tara, the fans continuing to loudly spur on the violence.
"And they're still going at it!" Coachman added as Tara managed to roll Beth Pheonix onto her back, punching away at the blonde New Yorker.
The crowd booed as Theodore Long appeared with an army of officials, spurring them to get to the two women before things got worse. "FINALLY!"
"Here come the officials!" Cole noted, the Chicago audience booing loudly as the officials grabbed both women and attempted to pull them away from each other. "But I don't see them pulling apart these two powerful women! They're intent on destroying each other!"
The boos intensified when the officials managed to separate the two women, dragging them away from each other, loud chants of 'Let them fight! Let them fight! let them fight!' being heard throughout the arena. "These fans want to see them fight!"
"Good luck containing these two women!" Coachman retorted as the officials pulled Tara away from the blonde woman. Beth scowled thickly, glaring at the tall woman as she was pulled towards the ring bell area, struggling against her captors. Tara didn't fight back, simply allowing the officials to pull her away, but stared a burning hole through the Glamazon.
"The fact Beth Phoenix attacked Tara on SmackDown!" Cole exclaimed over the roar of the crowd that were now chanting 'TARA! TARA! TARA!' with even more force. "The fact that she's willing to go this FAR!"
Beth suddenly broke free to a loud pop, rushing at the restrained Princess of Death Valley, who's gold eyes widened a fraction before she found herself being tackled off her feet by an angry Glamazon, taking the officials down with her. "Oh my gosh! The Glamazon broke free!"
"How powerful is she?!" Coachman cried out in shock. "She took out all these men like nothing!"
Beth only managed to get a few hits in, before she was pulled off by more officials to angry boos from the fans. The Chicago crowd popped again when the Glamazon wrenched her arms free, shoving the referee's away. "And now she's attacking the officials?!"
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!" she snapped at them, bitter rage burning through her blue eyes as she scowled at them.
"Beth Phoenix is... I've never seen her like this Coach!" Michael Cole said, slightly shaken.
"Yeah it's scary!" Coach replied. "It's like she's- Oh my god!"
Beth turned around and suddenly found herself being choked out by Tara, who growled in her face, her gold eyes blazing with furious intensity.
"Tara has Beth! Tara has Beth!" Cole exclaimed.
"Where did she come from?!" Coachman shouted out.
"Tara going for the Chokeslam!" Cole called out. The fans groaned when the blonde Amazonian slipped out of Tara's grasp. "But the Glamazon escapes!"
Tara whirled around her gold eyes wild with rage as she caught Beth's fist, the fans audibly groaning as the Glamazon stared at the intimidatingly tall Texan. "Oh no..."
"I really don't like the look in Tara's EYES!" Coach winced as Tara violently punched Beth in the facing, rocking the powerful blonde, and then bounced her head off the announce table, the fans verbally wincing at the sight. "Dear god. I think Beth might be regretting coming to Chicago! This was a bad IDEA!"
"OH MY GOD!" Michael Cole exclaimed with shock, a loud "OHHH!" being heard throughout the Chicago crowd as a TV monitor bounced off Tara's head, knocking her completely out. "My god! Beth Phoenix just blasted Tara in the face with one of our monitors!"
"Oh man... What did you just do Beth?!" Coachman questioned with shock, the fans booing viciously as Beth stood over Tara's broken form, growling lowly as the tv monitor fell from her fingers.
"We need to get some control out here before this gets worse!" Michael said firmly as pure rage pulsed through Beth's veins, every official standing keeping their distance at the dark look on the blonde's face. "What are the officials doing?! We need to get these two separate! They'll kill each other!"
"Michael have you seen the look on the Glamazon's face?!" Coachman exclaimed as Tara attempted to rise to her feet. "She's seeing red! I'd stay away from her too!"
Beth then grabbed the other monitor, throwing it away and clearing the announce table of any other objects.
"What the heck is she doing?!" Michael cried out with worry and anger. "Have you lost your mind Beth?!"
Beth pulled the tall noirette up into a standing headscissors, staring down the announce table, making the fans at ringside gasp.
"No... Beth don't!" Coachman paled, suddenly fearing for his life at the look in her eyes. "They'll be no going back if you do this- DON'T!"
"Oh my god!" Michael exclaimed, his eyes wide with fright, the Chicago crowd gasping and crying out as the Glamazon powered Tara up onto her shoulders, the officials scrambling to tell Beth to stop. "OH MY GOD! WE GOTTA MOVE! WE GOTTA MOVE!"
"HOLY-" Coachman cried out.
"OOOHHH!"
The entire crowd watched in shock as Beth launched Tara through the announce table, the table imploding beneath the raven-haired woman's weight. "HOLY CRAP! OH MY GOD!"
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Michael Cole exclaimed, staring down at Tara's lifeless form within the now wrecked announce table in shock.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Coachman exclaimed incredulously, the Chicago crowd losing their minds. "Beth Phoenix just put Tara Stone through our announce table is what happened!"
Beth stood over the still form of Tara, her chest heaving with adrenaline as a cruel and savage smile stretched across her face, ignoring the large chants of 'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' that was heard throughout the Allstate Arena.
The Glamazon wordlessly raised her arms in victory, inciting a massive mixed reaction from the crowd, never taking her eyes off Tara's form for a second, as 'Glamazon' played throughout the arena to an even louder reaction.
"What will Tara do when she wakes up to find herself in the wreckage of our broadcast table that the Glamazon just put her through?!" Cole exclaimed.
"I don't know but I'm not waiting around to find out!" Coachman added with fear. "No one is safe when Tara is angry!"
"Beth Phoenix just made one heck of a statement at Tara's expense!"
'Goodbye *Mwah!* & Goodnight! BANG!'