Okay guys, I just want to apologize about a million times for the lack of updates on my end. I lost my Grandma earlier this year and it really sent me through a loop. I hit a major bout of depression and just not wanting to do anything. Then I got swamped with school, work, and running, so I took an unannounced hiatus from Fanfiction. However, now myself and Pac are back and better than ever. This chapter is pretty slow because it's been in the works since like...a week after my last update, so it might be a bit choppy and I apologize for that. However, the next chapter should be up within a week or two and I hope it'll be better. Then things are really going to start picking up with this story. I hope you enjoy and again I apologize for being away for so long. It won't happen again.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Felicity and any other fictional characters. I'm a poor college student who can barely afford rent, so please, don't sue.

And without further ado, I bring you, chapter 11!

"Yes, sir, we promised you a great main event..."

As the pyro burst and settled to kick off Smackdown, Josh Mathews gave some hype for Bragging Rights as well as tonight's, then promoted a champion vs. champion main event between WWE Champion Randy Orton and World Heavyweight Champion Kane, before offering this segue as the roll went to the arena with Theodore Long's music:

"And look who's in the ring right now, Matt. Smackdown and Raw superstars, and the tension is so thick I'm feeling it from here."

The teams from both Raw (with Alex Riley in place of R-Truth) and Smackdown were seen standing in the ring, with General Manager Teddy Long standing between them with the Bragging Rights trophy between them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Smackdown!" Teddy cheerfully announced, getting the crowd hyped. "This Sunday, it's Smackdown vs. Raw at Bragging Rights! Now, these seven Smackdown superstars," he continued as captain Big Show waves to a cheering crowd, "will face these seven Raw superstars," captain Miz raises his arm and briefcase high to short boos, "in a elimination seven-on-seven match!"

"And now, for the first time ever, I will not be making the matches here tonight on Smackdown. I am going to let the superstars make them."

The GM turned to Miz on the other side of the ring. "Now, Miz. You're the team captain for Raw. Let's start with you first, playa."

"No, how about we start with you thanking me, Teddy? Thanking me for Team Raw gracing you with our presence on the B-show." Miz pompously asked, receiving short jeers for it.

"Thanking me for the ratings boost this show is experiencing right now because of the superstars on this side of the ring," he said gesturing towards his the Raw team's side of the ring, "notthat side!" he finished pointing to the Smackdown crew.

"Actually," Smackdown captain Big Show would interrupt with microphone in hand, "actually you're right. Thank you for the ratings boost, Miz. Thank you for the ratings boost from the comedy gold that's coming out of your mouth right now."

Show's sarcastic compliment turned the Smackdown audience from boos to cheers. "The fact is, every single year here we have a Smackdown vs. Raw match, the Smackdown team has come out on top. And this Sunday at Bragging Rights, won't be any different." The confident assertion of the giant captain only increased the volume of the crowd in his favor.

"Your team is going to win Bragging Rights? Really? Really?" Miz cut off, causing Show to roll his eyes.


"Well, how exactly do you see that working, Big Slow? Your team can't even be in the ring together for more than five minutes without being at each other's throats." The boos of the crowd and the protest of certain members of the Smackdown team immediately reached Miz.

"Oh, don't boo me. Were you not watching Raw Monday night? These guys couldn't even work together long enough for a Smackdown superstar to win the battle royal. This team is so dysfunctional, it doesn't belong in a wrestling ring, it belongs on Jerry Springer!"

Big Show stepped forward. "You know, Miz, if I were you, I'd worry a little bit less about my team and a little bit more about how you're going to make it out of Bragging Rights in one piece."

Miz laughed in the face of both the threat and the fans' cheers. "You're worried about myteam staying in one piece? HA! Your team isn't even in one piece to begin with! You've got Rey Mysterio still wanting revenge on Alberto Del Rio for breaking his arm. Kofi…well, he's irrelevant, so no one really cares what's going on with him." Miz continued his rant, ignoring the glare he received from Kofi and the increased boos from the crowd.

"Show, while you're off living in your little dream world where all your teammates get along and there's unicorns and rainbows, Edge and his little buddy are dying to get a piece of Vance Archer, who can't even forget about some little blonde mouse long enough to focus on a match."

Edge stepped forward, no doubt irked by the jab at Felicity, but was held back by Kofi's hand on his shoulder.

"And, then, of course, there's CM Punk, who's been keeping his own agenda this entire time."

Punk looked confused and taken aback by this comment, before pointing to himself and mouthing "me?"

"Yes, you Punk. What, did you not think that we'd notice how anytime something went down with Archer, especially when Felicity was concerned, you were right there,getting in his face. You claim you're just trying to get Archer to "pay attention," he said with air quotes, "but you and I both know there's more to it than that. Did you not think that those of us who have been around awhile wouldn't remember the OVW days? Did you think we had a sudden lapse in memory? Did you think we wouldn't notice the matching tattoos?"Miz asked, wiggling his fingers and giving his voice a mysterious tone.

Punk rolled his eyes before holding out his hand for the Smackdown microphone, which he was promptly given. "You talk too much." He stated simply, causing the crowd to roar with glee and the Miz's eyes to narrow in anger.

"You want to know about OVW, Miz? Do you want to hear some stories from Punk's glory days? Wait, better yet, let's ask these people. Do you guys want to hear about these "matching tattoos?" He imitated Miz as the crowd went wild, wanting to get to the bottom of Miz's accusations.

"Well, I'm not a storyteller and this sure as hell isn't the place for bedtime stories." He cut off, causing the crowd to boo and the Miz to laugh victoriously. "See, we're not out here for a history lesson on CM Punk's past. We're out here to talk about wrestling. Specifically, the Pay-Per-View in three days: Bragging Rights. Now, you may have your doubts about Team Smackdown but let me assure you that despite the fact that some of us may hate each other, we'll all work together on Sunday if it means we can shut you up."

The crowd cheered loudly. "And, since we're having some matches between individuals on either team tonight, and since you're taking way too long to pick the first match, I'll take your turn for you. I am officially challenging you, Miz, to a match tonight. And I assure you that you'll know all you want to know about tattoos tonight after I tattoo my bootprint right on your a**."

The crowd continued to cheer as Miz shook his head. "Not happening, Punk! Not happening!" And just like that the atmosphere turned to boos. "Thanks for the idea, but nobody asked you. I already know the match I want!"

Mysterio then got the Smackdown team mic. "Then make the match already! Quit wasting everybody's time!"

"Shut up Rey." Miz quickly commanded, getting more jeers for it. "Now, I've already proven my mental superiority over your…'captain', the Big Show, but since you people can't help giving me freebies I guess I'll take advantage of this one again."

"So tonight," he gave a sly look to the crowd, "we're gonna have a six-man tag team match." And finally something Miz said tonight got cheered. "Featuring myself, the powerful Ezekiel Jackson, and the former WWE Champion, the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!"

Sheamus confidently thumped his chest as the crowd gave a mixed reaction to his entry into the match.

"You know, why," Big Show started, having retrieved the Smackdown mic, "why doesn't that surprise me, Miz? You hide behind two powerhouses just like you hid behind me when we were tag team partners." Fans gave surprise groans at Show pointing this out. "Do…do you still have that little wetting-the-bed problem?" The "oh snap" moaning only continued as Miz sarcastically repeated that off-mic and Matt Striker snickered from the announce able.

"You've gotta be kidding me right?" Miz then asked on the microphone, only to be completely ignored as Show turned his attention to Miz's partners.

"Now, you've got powerhouses. Sheamus, WWE Champion. Ezekiel, you are definitely a powerhouse. I need, uh…I need speed. I need intensity. I need passion, and I need confidence," Show began, turning to the blue team as he assessing his options. "And…I'm gonna take a risk here, I'm gonna go ahead and put two guys together who both have those qualities in very different ways."

"First, it's proving grounds time for the guy who says he's the reason Smackdown's gonna win. Vance Archer, step on up." Archer's name was the recipient of resounding boos, but some fans cheered understanding Show's logic, as American Psycho took a step forward and put on a menacing grin.

Sheamus, laughing, stepped forward and took the microphone out of Miz's hand. "Y'know, that works just fine for me, fella. See, I may be a member of Team Raw, but I have been watching Smackdown, and I know what's been going on. Not that I care much about any Canadians, or that I would've made the challenge." He paused to take in the boos from the Edmonton crowd and the contentious off-mic joust from Edge, who may or may not have caught on that he wasn't just referring to the fans.

"But I'll admit, the guy you just picked…I've been wantin' to kick his arse a little. Cause at least when I bully people, I bully men. Menthat can fight back and that I don't pretend to be friends with first!"

The Celtic Warrior's assertions earned him a round of applause, and even a couple of sly smiles and grins from Edge, Kofi, Punk, and Mysterio…as well as, oddly enough, some laughter from Archer himself.

Show decided to proceed. "Now. If I'm going with Archer, my next guy has to be more of a sure thing. I'm gonna go with the heart and soul of Smackdown! When I'm in trouble I don't call 911, I call 619! REY MYSTERIO!"

The crowd exploded, and even Teddy was clapping at the enthusiasm as well as the second choice of the World's Largest Athlete as Mysterio came up, pointed to the sky, and thumped his chest some.

Meanwhile, Show could be heard quickly asking, "You wanna say something?" Edge, who had just requested the mic, would nod and get it handed to him.

"You know, Teddy, you said we're making the matches tonight, right? Well, I just had a brainstorm, had an idea. I want to be in action tonight too," Edge started, getting cheers for volunteering himself to be in action. "But here's the thing, I want to have a one-on-one match. When I have a match with the guy who apparently still isn't over me calling him a wannabe and then beating him last year. I want to give John Morrison another shot."

Fans were loudly approving the prospect of Edge and Morrison going one on one, and even Morrison nodded through affirming off-mic shouts of "Yes!" and "Perfect!".

Santino Marella asked for and got tossed the microphone on the Team Raw side of things. "Well! It looks like-a things are going to get very violent here tonight. So I'm going-a to be making a challenge to a man with a very funny accent who thinks that he is so much better than everyone that we should all line up to kiss his feet! With a lip lock! Like mwah!" The imitation sound effects earned a few laughs. "Well, tonight, let's see what happens instead when his neck is kissed by the Cobra! Antonio Del Taco! Prepare to fight the Italian Stallion, Santino Marella!"

"Antonio Del Taco!" Michael Cole repeated incredulously at the announce table, revealing his presence to TV viewers for the first time, as fans were caught between cheers and uproarious laughter at the mangled way Santino just addressed the Mexican Aristocrat.

As "Del Taco!" chants built up in the arena, a flustered Alberto angrily took the blue team mic. "My name is Alberto Del Rio!"

His insistence got booed. Kofi held his hand out for the mic, only for Alberto to hand it to him as hastily as he'd taken it from Edge.

"Since we're making challenges," Kofi offered, "I wanna have a match with the one guy in a Raw shirt who's not like the others. A guy who's wearing a Raw shirt not because he's an actual member of Team Raw, which he's not, but because he's a glorified caddy with his head so far up the Miz's behind he can't even see straight. Alex Riley, it's Trouble in Paradise time for you, my friend!"

The fans cheered in approval of yet another match with potential for something they wanted to see happen, as Riley got the mic from Santino.

"Actually, I wanted to ask for a match with a certain obnoxious, delusional, condescending all-around nerd called CM Punk," this quickly earned moans of shock, as well as Punk looking in disbelief at Riley's line "who likes to disrespect actual winners like our esteemed captain, the Miz. But since you want a piece of me too, Kofi, how about you and your old tag team partner try and work out some kinks tonight against two guys who actually know what it's like to have the head cheerleader begging for us to give her a phone call, Jack Swagger and Alex Riley!"

Punk got his team's microphone. "I say that's a fabulous idea!"

Swagger did the same. "Fine by me."

"Alright! Well, you got it playas" Teddy Long finally spoke up once more. "Let's kick off Friday Night Smackdown with our six man tag team match, and it's going to take place right now! Holla, Holla, Holla!"

As Teddy's music came back on, The two sides did some jawing back and forth, as well as regrouping together, before all the men not involved in the immediate six-man tag team match would all leave the ring as the camera went back and forth between the scene and the trio at the announce table.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's Bragging Rights come early tonight, and I'm pretty upset," Michael Cole started to gripe.

"What?" Matt Striker asked with obvious sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Josh introduces you to start the show, and he doesn't introduce me, the voice of the WWE, Michael Cole!" Cole complained.

"Shut up," Striker interrupted. "Well, the lines have been drawn. The sides have been picked. Josh, your thoughts?"

"Whoa, whoa. Why don't you ask my thoughts first?" Cole returned the favor. "My thoughts are more important here, not just because I'm Michael Cole, but because I'm representing the show that's actually successful! My show Raw utterly dominated Smackdown this past Monday night because your guys can't keep it together. Hopefully for your sake they can actually do something to turn the tide tonight and make this a little bit of a challenge heading into Sunday."

Josh quickly chimed in. "Well, you have a point about the momentum and camaraderie issues, but I'm pretty confident we'll have those worked out. But at the end of the day, all that counts is Sunday at Bragging Rights. If Smackdown wins Sunday, everything you and the Miz are saying will mean absolutely nothing."

"Well, anyway," Cole cut in to save face as the two color-correspondent trios in the ring were set, "it's a six-man tag team match, Raw vs. Smackdown!"

Six-Man Tag Team Match
The Miz, Ezekiel Jackson & Sheamus vs. Big Show, Rey Mysterio & Vance Archer

Mysterio started out against Sheamus. They circled the ring and Sheamus kicked him before powering him to the top rope and showing his dominance. Sheamus then missed a clothesline and Mysterio used his speed to connect with a diving hurricanrana. Mysterio went into the ropes and Sheamus hit a quick shoulder block. Sheamus attempted to start an offense, but Mysterio's speed kept the two pretty evenly matched until Archer tagged himself in.

Vance Archer rushed in and hit a big boot for a two count. He then backed Sheamus into the corner and hit him with a few body shots before landing a big suplex. Standing up, he began to taunt the crowd, getting cocky. He was so busy show boating he didn't see Sheamus quickly make his way to the corner and tag in Ezekiel Jackson. He runs in and nearly decapitates Archer with a vicious clothesline before letting out a roar towards the camera as the show cut to a commercial break.

-Commercial Break-

Coming back from the break, the at-home audience saw Jackson try to reverses a whip to the corner but runs into a clothesline from Archer. The Miz tried to distract him but got punched off the apron. Jackson uses the distraction caused by the Miz to hit a big belly-to-back suplex, getting a two count. The Miz was then tagged in and he kicked Archer as Jackson held him. The Miz choked Archer on the rope and Sheamus got a cheap shot in as well. Archer then came back with some punches and tagged in the Big Show

Big Show quickly hit Miz with a pair of clotheslines then sent him to the ropes and pulled off a ridiculously high back body drop. Sheamus ran in and was met with the same fate. Mysterio immediately followed up with a seated senton on Sheamus and walked right into a gorilla press by Jackson but Big Show kicked Jackson before he can do anything. The Miz jumped into a Chokeslam from Big Show and Mysterio was tagged in, quickly getting on Big Show's shoulders and hit a body splash on The Miz. Mysterio stood up and stumbled back into the corner, only for Vance Archer to make a blind tag and dive into the ring, pinning Miz for the 1 – 2 – 3 and the win.

Winners by Pinfall: Big Show, Rey Mysterio & Vance Archer

The Big Show and Mysterio looked at Archer in annoyance and disbelief as he demanded the referee raise his arm in victory. He then looked over at his teammates, who merely shook their heads and exited the ring while Archer continued to gloat.

-Commercial Break-

The Smackdown announcing team talked about the WWE Championship Match at Bragging Rights. They then went into a recap of the past few weeks since John Cena joined the Nexus.

Josh Mathews was backstage with WWE Intercontinental Champion Dolph Ziggler and Smackdown's Official Consultant Vickie Guerrero. Mathews asked about Daniel Bryan's challenge from Monday. Ziggler said he was jumped from behind on Monday. He also thought a fan stumbled into the ring wearing his dad's underwear and grandfather's beard. Ziggler said Bryan is like a high school team facing the Super Bowl Champions. Daniel Bryan has nothing to protect him when he crushes him at Bragging Rights.

Ricardo Rodriguez was in the ring to introduce Alberto Del Rio. Del Rio drove into the arena in a nice Mercedes for his match against Santino Marella.

-Commercial Break

Alberto Del Rio vs. Santino Marella

Marella jumped across the ring to talk a little smack. Santino faked a lock up before going for a takedown, which needless to say, doesn't work. Del Rio took him down with a vertical suplex. Del Rio then rolled Santino around the ring for a bit before Santino rolled out of the ring.

In the ring they get into a shoving match. Santino hit an arm bar and applied a chin lock. Del Rio shoved him off and clotheslined him in the corner. Santino then hit some jabs and split under a clothesline and hit a hip toss. He goes for the Cobra, but Del Rio grabs his arm and caught him with a cross arm breaker, causing Santino to quickly tap out.

Winner by Submission: Alberto Del Rio

After a commercial break, "Dashing" Cody Rhodes was back with another tip to keep the audience positively dashing. Rhodes said dried up lips are nasty so wear lip balm and lip gloss.

Edge vs. John Morrison

To start the match, they circled the ring and locked up. Edge powered him to the corner and was backed up. Edge got a knee in and punched him down in the corner before hitting a snapmare and kicked him in the back before sending him to the ropes but Morrison slid under him and took him down, punching away at him. Morrison hit a running knee to the face for a near fall. Edge pulled him into the corner and hit a DDT for a two count.

Edge applied a knee to the back chin lock but Morrison fought up and punches. Edge hit a backbreaker to stop his momentum, sending him to the corner and kicking him down. Edge then hit a beautiful back suplex for a near fall. Morrison avoided a dropkick and Edge landed on his head. Morrison his a jumping calf kick for another near fall. Edge sent him into the ropes but lowered his head and ate a kick.

Morrison went for Starship Pain but and connected for the win.

Winner by pinfall: John Morrison

CM Punk and Kofi Kingston vs. Alex Riley and Jack Swagger

Punk and Riley started out the match. Punk got a waist lock and took Riley down. Riley got to his feet and broke the hold and got a side headlock applied but Punk whipped him off. Riley hit a headlock takeover. Punk fought to his feet and pushed Riley into his own corner, where he tagged in Swagger.

Punk immediately took the offense, shouldering him before being backed up. Punk returned to punch him down. He applied an arm bar but Swagger countered out with a sit-out jawbreaker.

Swagger punched him in the corner. Punk stopped a whip to the corner but ran right into a big boot. Swagger went for the ankle lock, but Punk kicked him away and tagged in Kofi.

Kofi burst in with his "controlled frenzy," hitting kick after kick on Swagger, before bouncing off the ropes and drop-kicking him in the face, taking him down. He then ran and knocked Riley off the ring apron.

However, the distraction cost him, because as he turned around, he was met with a body slam from Swagger, followed by a front suplex on the top rope. Kofi fell outside the ring to recover as the show went to a commercial break.

-Commercial Break-

We come back from the break to see Punk back in the ring against Swagger, who is trapped in a body scissors. Swagger fought to get out with elbows and did. Punk quickly comes back with some kicks and a gut buster for a near fall. Punk went for a springboard clothesline but Swagger counters with a powerslam out of mid-air. Both men answer the referee's count at eight, Swagger by tagging in his partner.

Riley runs in and pulls Punk away from Kofi, who he is inches from tagging in, stomping relentlessly on the Chicago man. Riley turns to taunt Kofi, and is thus tripped by Punk who, after a few punches, whipped him into the ropes and then landed a nice neck breaker. Punk then hurriedly locked in the Anaconda Vise, looking to make Riley tap. However, before he could do too much damage, Swagger hurried into the ring and broke up the submission.

Kofi then rushes into the ring, hitting a Trouble in Paradise, sending both men outside the ring.

With the referee's back turned, Riley tries to go for a low blow, however, Punk saw it coming and blocked it, before smirking and hitting a low blow of his own. He then placed Riley on his shoulders and hit the GTS for the three count and the win.

Winners by Pinfall: CM Punk and Kofi Kingston

However, while the two men are in the ring celebrating, the Miz runs into the ring and hits Punk with his suitcase before landing a skull-crushing finale on Kingston . Alberto Del Rio ran down and hits an enzuigiri on Miz, only for Ezekiel Jackson to ran in and hit him with the Sambo Suplex. A now recovered Kingston hits him with the Trouble in Paradise. Santino Marella ran in and went for the Cobra but also got hit with a Trouble in Paradise. Sheamus then ran in and took Kingston out with the Brogue Kick.

Big Show ran down and took Sheamus and Ezekiel Jackson out. Big Show Chokeslamed Jackson but turned into a Brogue Kick from Sheamus. Rey Mysterio then ran in and hit a 619 on Sheamus. Swagger then hurried into the ring and hit Mysterio with a Gutwrench Powerbomb. Punk ran in and hit the GTS. However, he didn't see Riley coming up behind him with the suitcase raised, ready to strike. However, right before it connected, Edge landed a huge spear on Riley, taking him out.

He and Punk exchanged looks and a nod before Edge tauntsed his Canadian crowd and Team Smackdown was seen standing tall in the ring as the announcers yet again reminded the viewers at home that Randy Orton would take on Kane in a Champion vs. Champion match.

-Commercial Break-

Backstage, the camera showed Felicity with her leg propped up on a crate, stretching her hamstring, as she grinned up at Kaitlyn. "You ready for tonight?"

The former NXT diva nodded her head. "Oh yeah. You ready?"

Felicity grinned. "Born ready." She bent down to pull up on her knee pads, but a shadow suddenly fell over her, causing her to freeze in place before looking up to see Vance Archer standing right in front of her. She stepped back quickly, running into Kaitlyn, who was also frozen in place, but instead of the look of terror that Felicity was adorning, Kaitlyn was glaring at him.

"Why don't you get the hell out of here?" She spat.

"Shut your mouth." He snapped back, causing both Felicity and Kaitlyn to take a step back.

The duo took a step back again, but Archer grabbed Felicity's wrist, tight, ceasing her retreat and actually pulling her towards him as she winced in fear and pain. He snarled at her, his face contorting with the hate coursing through him. "Do you actually think that anyone wants to see you out there? You're nothing but…"

Before he could finish his thought, two hands grabbed his shoulders, flinging him back forcefully. His hand was still wrapped around Felicity's wrist, causing her to start to fall forward as her balance was thrown off, but a tattooed arm caught her around the waist, as CM Punk stepped into view, letting go of her almost as soon as he had steadied her. He quickly turned to face Archer, standing immobile between the divas and him.

"Are you deaf or just plain stupid?"

"Stay out of my business Punk." He attempted to push Punk out of the way, but the Straight Edge Superstar not only stood his ground, but pushed Archer back a stumbling step or two, glaring at him.

"Well, when you blatantly disregard everything I say, and are so unfocused that you're going to cost my team the Bragging Rights match and can't even bother to come out to the ring tonight to help defend your teammates during that back and forth finisher circus we saw out there, I think that makes this my business." He hissed. "I don't know what is going through that obviously empty skull of yours, but I told you to get focused half a dozen times now. And if you think for one minute that I'm going to sit back and watch you cause more division amongst our team, you're sadly mistaken."

"How is reminding this little trick of her place causing division amongst our team?"

Punk threw his arms in the air, an exasperated look on his face. "Well, I don't know, don't you think it'll be pretty dividing when Edge tries to kill you either before or during the match? Open your eyes Vance. You're digging yourself a grave, and if you keep going at this rate, you'll never get out of it."

Archer opened his mouth to speak, but Punk shook his head. "No. I'm done listen to you and your lame excuses and your "nobody gives a crap" stories. I told you last week you weren't to come within ten feet of Felicity or Hawkins until after Bragging Rights and I meant it. So you," He pointed over Archer's shoulders, "can get out of her before I decide to beat what I've been saying into you so badly you won't even make it to Bragging Rights."

Archer looked at Punk, seething with anger before he let out an angry breath. "This isn't over Punk."

"Oh, I beg to differ." Punk bit back, stepping up to Archer as if challenging him to try something. The Texan sized him up, before shaking his head and walking toward the locker rooms

After glaring after Archer, Punk shook his head, his anger depleting some, as he turned to face the divas, his eyes narrowing in on Felicity, who had her arms crossed over herself and was absently tracing the currently not visible tattoo on her forearm. "You know, you really should be smarter than to walk around without one of your secret service agents when there's a giant Texan head-hunting you."

"Hey!" Kaitlyn protested, removing her arm from around Felicity as if to take a step forward and reprimand Punk for being so insensitive. However, the Canadian placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"It's okay." She muttered, before looking at Punk. "I know. And thank you…for taking care of that."

He eyed her warily, causing her to give a small smile. "I'm alright." When his head merely leant to the side in response, her smile grew slightly wider. "I promise."

After studying her for another minute, he raised an eyebrow. "You have a match tonight?"

"Yeah. Me and Kaitlyn versus Lay-Cool."

He nodded. "Just try and keep the home run attempts to moves you're already familiar with. Don't want you to tweak your knee again going for something crazy."

She chuckled slightly, taking her turn to nod. "I'll try to remember that, but you know what I've always said, 'go big or go home.'"

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Just…don't kill yourself. And steer clear of Archer. I really don't want to have Big Show on my case about taking out a teammate, even if he does deserve it." With that, he walked away, leaving a small smile on Felicity's face and a perplexed Kaitlyn behind her.

As Felicity turned around, Kaitlyn held her hands up expectantly.

"What?" Felicity asked, thoroughly confused.

"What? That! CM Punk giving you advice. There for a second I actually thought he was going to wish you good luck or something."

Felicity rolled her eyes, before patting Kaitlyn on the shoulder. "That was nothing. He just doesn't want to lose Sunday. And besides, Kaitlyn, luck is for losers."

Lay-Cool vs. Natalya & Kelly Kelly

Layla started off against Kaitlyn. Layla got the better of her for the first part of the match and McCool got some timely interference. McCool was tagged in and she took Kaitlyn out with some elbows. McCool imitated Bret Hart, mocking the crowd, before tagging Layla back in. Layla went for a few elbows, but Kaitlyn rolled out the way, then hit a big clothesline, followed by a DDT. She went for the pin, but only got a two count. Then, looking toward Felicity and hearing the reaction of the crowd wanting their countrywoman in, she walked over and tagged her in.

Felicity came in like a bull in a china shop, clotheslining Layla, then, keeping her momentum to the other corner, where she drop kicked Michelle off the apron. She then turned back around for Layla and hit a nice suplex on her. Standing up, she went for a few low kicks and then went for a neckbreaker, but was shoved off and met with a kick to the face. Layla went for the cover, but only got the two count.

She whipped Felicity into the corner and stomped her down until the referee pushed her back. She then began to mimick Edge, much to the chagrin of the crowd, and went for a spear, but Felicity side-stepped it, causing her to go shoulder first into the ring post. Felicity then hit a double under hook suplex for a near fall. Then, standing up, she waited until Layla got to her feet and, bouncing off the ropes, springboarded off the ropes into a reverse DDT, her finishing move which she called "The Nightwing." Kaitlyn rushed in and knocked Michelle off the apron and rolled out of the ring as Felicity made the cover and got the win.

Winners by Pinfall: Felicity and Kaitlyn

The two diva's exchangde a big hug in the middle of the ring and raised their arms in victory, giant grins across their faces.

They ran the "Tale of the Tape" on Randy Orton and Kane before one last commercial break before the main event.

-Commercial Break-

World Heavyweight Champion vs. WWE Champion

Kane w/ Paul Bearer vs. Randy Orton

The two champions of WWE go face to face. Kane quickly started off with an uppercut and viciously punched him in the corner. Kane whipped him to the corner and followed up with a nasty clothesline. Kane sent him to the other corner and hit another clothesline, followed by a sidewalk slam. Kane signaled for the end and went for the Tombstone Piledriver but Orton countered into his signature backbreaker. Orton went for the RKO but Kane got out of the ring. Orton followed and sent him into the ring post. Orton uppercut him and bounced him off the announcer's table.

Orton rolled him into the ring and stomped all his body parts. Kane rolled out of the ring again and clotheslined Orton when he followed. Paul Bearer laughed maniacally. Kane drove Orton's back into the ring apron and barricaded a few times. Kane rolled in the ring as another commercial break was taken.

-Commercial Break-

We come back from the break to see Orton trapped in a bear hug. Orton punched out, went into the ropes, and gets clotheslined down for a near fall. Kane angrily got him in the corner and kneed him there. Kane then floored him with a nasty right hand. The announcers worried that the beat down from Nexus was affecting Orton in this match. Kane put him on the apron and took some shots at him. Kane got in the ring, drug him to the center, and got a near fall.

Kane rolled to the apron and Orton brought him back in with the rope hung DDT! Orton then coiled and was looking for the RKO! Kane countered it and hit a nasty big boot. Kane went for the Chokeslam but the gong sounded!

The lights in the arena went dark and when they come back on Orton was coiled, ready to strike! Kane turned into the RKO and Orton picked up only the second Raw win of the night!

Winner by Pinfall: Randy Orton

Kane was frustrated and Paul Bearer tried to console him. Kane went ringside and ripped the top off the announcer's table. Kane looked around as the crowd chanted for the Undertaker. Kane went in the ring and the gong sounded again. The arena turned blue and thunder hit. All of a sudden the Undertaker broke through the canvas and drug Kane through the center of the ring! Kane struggled but was taken under as Smackdown ended!


In the Diva's locker room, Kaitlyn and Felicity were getting ready to leave the arena for the night, recapping the match. "Nice springboard move out there." Kaitlyn commented. "You'll have to teach me how to do that sometime."

"Well, I can't go teaching you all my secrets." Felicity replied with a wink and smile.

"But, no, seriously, where did you learn that?"

Felicity's smile widened as her mind thought back to years before, during her run in OVW.

"Ugh!" Felicity shouted, as she kicked at the turnbuckle. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid." She repeated, gripping her head in her hands.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She heard someone yell from the top of the ramp. Turning her head, she saw CM Punk leaning against the stage, hoodie pulled over his head. Smirking, he pushed himself off the wall and started walking toward the ring. "It's after midnight. What are you still doing here?"

"Trying to get that frigging move down." She grunted, standing up and bouncing off the ropes and running toward the opposite set. She jumped on the middle one and attempted to springboard off, but slipped and landed on her butt, hard. She grimaced as Punk started laughing loudly. She turned and glared at him.

"Oh, laugh it up fuzzball!" She shook her head, muttering something about him being a "chumpstain" before standing up to try it again.

"Wait, wait. Stop." He said, shaking his head and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. "You're trying to hard, pushing too much. That's your problem. You've just go to let go and not think so much." He encouraged. "Here, let me show you."

"How did you even know I was here?"

He shrugged. "I had to run to the store for a few things and when I drove back by I saw your car was still parked outside. Figured I'd come in and make sure you were okay. How did you convince them to let you stay late?"

"I just asked nicely." She gave him a small smile and chuckled as he rolled his eyes and, ignoring her, continued. "Now, you're trying to hit a springboard, reverse DDT, right?"


"Okay, well, it'd probably help if you actually had someone behind you to try to hit the DDT with. Trying to springboard and hit a move on thin air isn't going to help you in a match. Here." He slipped off his zip up hoodie. "I'll stand where you'd want your opponent to be. Try bouncing off the ropes and putting me in position for the move."

"You're taller than any of the divas are going to be." She said, placing a hand on her hip and cocking her head to the side.

He rolled his eyes again. "It'll work fine Blondie. Just go."

He waited as she rushed by him, bouncing off the ropes and was propelled backward. However, instead of landing beside him and putting him into position for the move, she launched into him and sent them both toppling to the mat in a heap.

The duo looked at one another for a moment before they busted into fits of laughter, Felicity resting her head on Punk's chest as she gasped for air.

Finally, the two caught their breath and Punk just shook his head. "Geez Liss, you've got to be the most uncoordinated wrestler I have ever met."

"Hey." She protested, slugging him in the arm for good measure.

"Alright, alright. Calm down it was a joke." He insisted, as he hopped up, offering her his head. "But, I think I saw what you're doing wrong. Here, let me show you."

She smirked at the memory before shrugging at Kaitlyn. "Just something I picked up in OVW." She sat down on the bench and started untying her boots.

"Hey, Felicity?"

"Yeah?" She asked, glancing up for a moment before refocusing on her boots.

"Look, I know I don't exactly know you that well or anything, but, I just have to ask, and it's okay if you tell me it's none of my business, but earlier, before the match, when we had that run in with Archer, well…"


Kaitlyn sighed. "I don't know. I mean, I know you said it was just "Punk being Punk," but, I don't know. You guys seemed to have this…silent conversation or something. Like you knew what the other one was thinking without them saying a word. But, in all honesty, until we saw you pull Gallows off of him in the locker room, I haven't heard you and Punk say three words to one another since I got here."

Felicity's smile completely fell off her face as she glanced down at her boots, remembering the fight that had led to her and Punk being cold as ice to one another.

Felicity was lying on the bed, hands tucked behind her head as she watched Batman Begins, the movie Punk had picked out. Every week or two, depending on their scheduling, Punk and Felicity would either have a movie or game night, eating junk food and just chilling out and forgetting about the hustle and bustle of their crazy lives.

However, this was the first they had actually had a movie night in over a month. The other two they had tried to set up, Punk canceled last minute because he had things to do with his Straight Edge Society.

She had still seen him though. They had driven to a few venues together, but he was always distant and every time they tried to hang out, he always had to run off to do something with his Society. The few times he actually talked to her for longer than thirty seconds, well, he had changed. He had always been strong-headed and saracastic, there was no doubt about that. But, he was taking it to a whole new level. He was spiteful, angry, and his sense of humor had been replaced by just belligerent comments about almost everyone and everything.

She head tried to talk to him about it, about anything really, but she would have had better conversations with a brick wall at this point.

And worse, she hadn't even gotten a chance to tell him she was dating Vance Archer yet.

The two had been dating for about two weeks or so, and Felicity had tried to tell Punk about them, but she didn't want to just spring it on him. Not because Punk was opposed to her having a boyfriend or because he liked her, it was that, with his new zealous attitude toward non-straight edge individuals, she knew her dating someone who did not subscribe to his straight edge principles. Given his volatile attitude as of late, she was slightly concerned as to how to go about telling him her news.

She sighed before moving her head to look at him. He was sitting at the table, completely engrossed in his laptop, paying absolutely no attention to the movie whatsoever.

"Hey Punk." Her frown grew more pronounced when he completely ignored her, focusing instead on whatever was on the laptop, muttering to himself.


"Felicity, look at this idiot in the next city we're going to. Arrested for DUI after he drove his car into a store's display window. Ha. We should get that idiot into a drinking contest with Rey Mysterio and Jeff Hardy. See who embarrasses themselves the most." He tapped his chin. "Or maybe I could try to save him."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Punk, I'm trying to talk to you."

"And this guy here posted this ridiculous video of him…" He was cut off by Felicity nearly growling in frustration as she kicked herself off the bed and cleared the room in three steps, closing the lid on Punk's laptop right as he moved his hands out of the way.

"What the hell is wrong with you Felicity?"

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you!" She demanded.

He rose an eyebrow, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me right now?" She practically shouted, throwing her hands in the air. "You haven't been here, mentally, in like two months. Every time I try to have a conversation with you, you either run off or are too wrapped up in this whole straight edge society thing instead of listen to a word I'm saying."

"What? So I'm not supposed to think about my career?" He crossed his arms over his chest, standing up from his chair.

"God! No, of course not Punk. This is your dream, your life, but you're getting lost in it. I mean, what about Colt?"

"What are you talking about?"

"When's the last time you talked to him?"

Punk stopped short and bit his lip, unable to remember when he had talked to his best friend.

"Exactly my point. You can't even remember the last time you talked to Colt, who, for all intents and purposes is your brother. You're so wrapped up in saving other people that you don't realize you're loosing yourself."

"So, now I'm a sell-out?"

"I never said that." She softened her voice, realizing that now that she had his attention, she needed to keep her emotions and tempers in check. Punk was a logically thinker, so the best way to get through to him wasn't through shouts and arguments. "Look, I just…I've been trying to talk to you for over two weeks now and you can't even drop the society attitude long enough to just talk to me. I don't need to hear your spiel. I'm already straight edge."

Punk studied her for a moment, before nodding his head, a small smile forming on his lips. "You're right." He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.

She sat down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh, just…stuff."

"Blondie, that's the worst lie I've ever heard. Spill."

"Well, um, I just started seeing someone."

He pulled back a little so he could look at her. "Oh?"

She smiled brightly. "Yeah."

He returned her smile. "Who?"

She sighed before looking him in the eye. "Vance Archer."

He quickly stood up, almost knocking her to the floor. "What the hell Felicity? Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Punk, calm down."

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when I just found out one of my best friends is dating that undisciplined moron."

"Hey!" She shouted. "There's nothing wrong with Vance"

"Oh. That's why you didn't tell me you were dating him until now."

Her jaw dropped at his accusation. "We've only been dating two weeks. I tried to tell you! You've just had your head stuck so far up your a** that you wouldn't listen to me long enough for me to tell you".

"He's not even straight edge, Felicity."

"Punk, just because he's not straight edge doesn't mean he's a bad guy. Adam and Jay aren't straight edge and there's nothing wrong with them."

Punk scoffed. "Yeah, the guy who's been married more times than I can count and has been busted for violating the wellness policy and his buddy, who has never won a big title and would have amounted to nothing on his own."

Felicity's hand balled into fist at her side as she glared, taken aback by his words. "How dare you talk about them like that! After all they've been through and all they've done for me! They've never done anything to you and neither has Vance, so I don't know what this stick is that's up your a** but you need to get it out, quick, before you say something I'm not going to let slide."

"Look, I'm just trying to look out for you Liss." Punk said, somewhat softer, but still with a slight edge. "Vance is bad news, I can tell. I know I've been busy lately, but, I don't know, maybe we could add you into the society. There's no need to date this guy just to get back at me for not being a good friend."

Felicity couldn't help the shocked expression that covered her face. "Wow…your ego is as big as everyone says. The fact that you think my dating life has anything to do with you is ridiculous. I'm with Vance because he cares about me and makes me happy. You don't even know him, so don't you dare judge him or our relationship from that sanctimonious soapbox you've grown to love so much."

"Look, I'm just trying to save you. If you date him he's going to lead you down his road."

She shook her head. "Punk, you know me as well as anyone here. Vance isn't going to lead me anywhere I don't want to go. I'm too headstrong for that. I just… I know how adamant you've been about everyone being straight edge and I wanted to tell you that I was dating Vance because I'm going to be his and Hawkins' valet starting next week. You're my best friend and I wanted to tell you instead of you seeing it on TV."

"We're not best friends." He growled.

She bit her bottom lip, not liking the angry look in his eyes or the tension in his shoulders. "Punk, don't do something you're going to regret later."

"Oh, I won't regret anything. I'm trying to make the world a better place, saving the world one straight edge convert at a time. You of all people should know why this is crusade is so important, but yet you spit in my face by not only dating an undisciplined jacka**, but also by not telling me?" He yelled at her.

She glared back, angry tears building in her eyes. "I already told you once this had nothing to do with you. And secondly, I'm not part of your little cueball cult. I was straight edge back when they were still bar hopping and years before I met you, so don't think for one second I have to get permission from you for anything!"

"I'm going to make this real simple Felicity. Dump Archer, or we're no longer friends."

She shook her head, shocked. "Excuse me?"

"Me and straight edge or him and drunk oblivion. Your choice."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm very serious. I told you I'd do whatever it took to preach the word of straight edge and if that includes dropping some dead weight, then so be it."

"Oh, so after four years of friendship, I'm nothing more than dead weight?" She scoffed, the tears falling down her face. "So be it. You can take your little hobo Jesus beard and your 'holier than thou' attitude and go screw yourself."

Shaking her head, she turned to leave, but the next words out of Punk's mouth stopped her cold.

"You're going to end up no better than your junkie mother."

Spinning around quick as lightning, she slapped him with all her might, causing his head to snap to the side.

"You know, maybe your father should have beaten you back when he was a drunk so you wouldn't be so comfortable up on your high horse!"

Punk's eye's narrowed to slits as the angry red handprint stood out against his somewhat pale skin.

"Get. Out." He growled, but Felicity was already almost to the door.

"I'm gone." She said, slamming the door behind her so hard it rattled the walls.

Letting out a deep sigh, she blinked a few times, keeping her eyes trailed on the ground, she sighed before she looked up at Kaitlyn, who was shaking her head.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It's really none of my business." She hurriedly apologized.

Felicity shook her head and smiled softly. "No, you're fine. I was just thinking about the Ohio Valley days. But, I mean, there really isn't much of anything to tell. Punk and I were in OVW at the same time. We, um…"

"What, did you guys date or something?"

"No. Nothing like that, we just…"

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"Who is it?" Felicity shouted, already reaching for her cell phone in case it was Archer and she needed to call for help.

"It's Curt."

"Oh. We're decent. You can come in." She answered, as the door slowly opened and Curt Hawkins stuck his head inside.

"Hey. Great match you two. You worked really well together out there."

"Ah, thanks Curt." Kaitlyn said, flashing him a bright smile, "but this girl was the one who was on fire tonight." She said, hooking a thumb at Felicity, who rolled her eyes.

"Please. We both killed it. And, if there's one thing I learned from watching Edge and Christian tag together all those years, it's that you need a good partner. Trust me, you'll definitely be in my top choices if I ever need a tag partner again." Felicity smiled widely then looked up at Curt. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, well, Edge is talking strategy with the Big Show and I guess they've unofficially made Christian their consultant or something, cause he's in there with them. Anyway, I heard some of your guys' Canadian friends are going to swing by the hotel bar later for drinks, and I was going that way anyway, so I was just seeing if you wanted a lift or wanted me to walk you to where E and C are."

She thought for a moment before smiling at him. "I'll just catch a ride with you. After losing to Morrison tonight, Edge is going to want to cover over every little detail of that match, then all the matches to make sure he doesn't loose two matches in a row. I love my job, but I don't want to be here that long." She explained, before grabbing her back and glancing over at Kaitlyn, still smiling.

"It was a lot of fun tagging with you Kaitlyn. Hope we can do it again sometime."

"It'd like that. See ya Felicity, Curt. Be safe heading back."

"Thanks, you too."

"See ya Kaitlyn." Hawkins added as the door closed behind them and he and Felicity started towards the parking lot.

"So, are you okay after your little run in with Archer?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. That win tonight gave me a pretty big confidence boost, so I guess I'm feeling like I could take on the world right now, Vance included."

"Well, you did great out there, but let's not go looking for him. I don't feel like E and C would appreciate me leading you into danger that much."

"Yeah, probably not." She said, before looking up at him, smiling. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For helping out with all this. For being my friend and helping to try to control this whole Archer craziness. I'm really glad you decided to start traveling with us." She gave him a small smile.

"I'm glad I did too. And there's really nothing to thank me for, seriously. It's not a big deal." They walked in comfortable silence for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"You're awfully quiet, you alright?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, just...Kaitlyn got me thinking about way back when, like OVW back when, and, I don't know, makes me kinda long for those days, you know?"

"I do," he replied, then feeling the need to change the subject, he added. "So, what do you think of Kaitlyn?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, you just tagged with her, what do you think about her?"

Felicity shrugged. "Well, she seems really nice. And tough. I honestly think that if Punk wouldn't have shown up, she would have jumped Archer in an attempt to help me out. And then when she thought Punk was insulting me, she wanted to hit him. She's a really talented wrestler to. Mark my words, she's going to go far. And," she got excited, "I finally found another diva that watches sports. She actually said we should get together to watch a football game sometime soon."


"Yeah, but I don't know if I will."

"Why not?"

Felicity looked at him. "Because she works for or with Vickie Guerrero, and if I have to be anywhere near that woman, I'll throw things. Breakable things. At her face."

Curt laughed loudly as they reached the car. "Understandably. Now come on. Let's get out of here before big, loud, and stupid decides to show up."

"Are you talking about Vance or Vickie?" Felicity asked with a large smile, causing the two to burst into laughter again as they pulled out of the arena.

Well, there it was. Please, read and review, even if you just review to yell at me for taking so long to update or for telling me I've lost my touch. I just want to know I didn't lose all my readers. Or, if I did okay, that'd be nice to know too. Thanks guys! Love ya!

~1 Corinthians 4:-9~