It is now Week 5 of the Divas’ NXT Competition, and 8 Rookies still remain - Cheerleader Melissa, Daizee Haze, Amazing Kong, Sara Del Rey, MsChif, Portia Perez, Rain, and “The Rate Tank” Kellie Skater.   Last week, Amazing Kong busted a move and won the hearts of the Lexington, Kentucky crowd, defeating Rain in a swimwear competition and earning immunity from elimination at the next Pro’s Poll, taking place next week.   Unfortunately, just as she was announced the winner, Nicole Matthews, the previously eliminated member of the Canadian Ninjas, brutally attacked Kong from behind with a hockey stick.   Meanwhile, as this was taking place, the other Canadian Ninja, Portia Perez, was in yet another pull-apart brawl with her WWE Pro, Natalya Neidhart.   Stephanie McMahon, tired of Nicole Matthews’ constant interference with the NXT competition, made the Canadian Ninjas a deal – if they win their tag-team match this week on NXT, Nicole Matthews will be allowed back into the competition, and the Ninjas will be allowed to compete as a unit for the guaranteed WWE contract.   If they lose, though, both Nicole Matthews and Portia Perez will be eliminated from NXT, for good.   As Nicole Matthews accepted the deal, Stephanie then announced their opponents – Natalya and the Amazing Kong!

Sara Del Rey arrives at the BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma, alone.   Since walking out before the swimsuit competition the week before, no one had seen or heard from Sara, including her WWE Pro, Maryse, who just happened to be at the arena’s entrance just as Sara made her way to the door, alongside Michelle McCool and Layla, the alleged ‘co-holders’ of the WWE Women’s Championship.

“Well, look who decided to show up, Maryse,” Michelle McCool said as Sara approached the three Divas.   “Hey, Sara, we missed you at the swimsuit challenge last week.   What happened?   You look in a mirror and realize how ugly you were?”

“Yeah, I bet,” Layla chimed in.   “I bet she was so scared of Rain showing her up that she just decided to take her ball and go home, didn’t you, Sara?”

Suddenly, Sara snapped, grabbing Layla by the throat and slamming her into the nearest wall.

“Hey!” Michelle shouted.   “It’s just a little light ribbing!   No need to fly off the…”

Just as sudden, Sara backhands Michelle across the face, knocking her down with the sheer power of her blow.   Sara then looks down on Michelle and asks, “Do I look like Mickie James to you?”

“No,” Layla answered, “She had bigger tits.”

Sara responds to this by throwing Layla into the parking lot.   Michelle McCool, angered, then charges at Sara, shoulder-blocking Sara into the cement wall.   Sara, though, having the advantage, locks McCool into a front facelock and begins clubbing Michelle with forearms to the back as she pushes off of the wall, looking to possibly suplex Michelle into Layla as Layla jumps on to Sara’s back and tries to put Sara in a sleeper hold.   Meanwhile, Maryse just stands there, watching as both members of Team Lay-Cool struggle against Sara Del Rey.   Soon, Gail Kim walks by and sees the ensuing brawl.

Gail, looking over and seeing Maryse just standing there, watching, shouts, “You’re not even going to try to break this up?”

Maryse sighs, “What’s the point?” as Gail pulls Layla off of Sara Del Rey.

“The point is,” Gail said, holding an angry Layla in her arms, “She’s your pro, Maryse!   God knows…”

Just then, Sara lifts Michelle McCool off the ground and throws her into both Layla and Gail Kim, standing behind her.   Sara then looks down on the pile of fallen women, smiling and breathing heavy, then turns to Maryse.

“You done now?” Maryse asked her rookie.   “Or would you like me to find someone else for you to pick a fight with?”

“Whatever you got, Barbie,” Sara replied.   “I’m game.”

“I see,” Maryse said, stepping towards Sara.   “You’re willing to beat us at your game, but you have no interest in playing ours.”

“You’re mad about me skipping out on your cheesecake fest, last week, aren’t you?” Sara asked.   “Well, let me tell you something…”

“No,” Maryse snapped, boldly.   “Let me tell you something.   You go on and on about how you we should all respect you, but what have you honestly done so far to earn our respect?   Last week, all we asked from you was that you put on a swimsuit and go out and be pretty for five minutes.   Instead, you just walk out, disappointing the fans, and letting the company down!”

“Really?” Sara asked, sarcastically.   “NXT’s ratings went down the toilet, all because little ol’ me did embarrass myself on national TV to the joy of 13 year-olds everywhere?   Seriously, Barbie, it’s called the internet.   Try using it sometime.   There’s tons of naked girls there.”

“That’s not the point,” Maryse continued.

“What the hell is the point, then?   We prance around in swimsuits and, what?   Talk about clean energy policy or something?” Sara asked.

“The point is that this isn’t Berwyn.   This isn’t some lodge where you go 6 times a year to watch Allison Danger and the girls of SHIMMER show off while nerds chant, ‘this is awesome’,” Maryse replied.   “This is World Wrestling Entertainment.   And yeah, maybe you think prancing around in a bikini is degrading, but guess what?   I did it, and if it’s good enough for me, it’s good enough for you, rookie!”

“Really?” Sara laughed.   “So, because you have no self-respect, I’m just supposed to forget mine, huh?   Sorry, no dice, Barbie.”

“My name is…” Maryse began.

“How many times do I have to tell you?   I don’t care!” Sara responded.   “Now how about you get out of my way before I throw you around like I did Lay-Cool?”   Maryse steps out of the way, allowing Sara through, but the whole time, she simply scowled at her rookie disapprovingly.

Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot, Gail Kim, Layla, and Michelle McCool are dusting themselves off after being thrown into one another by Sara Del Rey.   Michelle looks over at Maryse, watching her as she simply lets Sara walk off, and shakes her head.

“I can’t believe you just let her walk all over you like that, Maryse,” Michelle taunted.

“Yeah,” Layla agreed.   “Why you letting some nobody from the minors talk to YOU like that?”

“I bet you she’s just scared of her, Layla,” Michelle said.   “But, then again, why wouldn’t she be?   It’s not like Maryse is all that great in the ring, anyway.”

“She’s certainly no Michelle McCool,” Layla added.

“Ah, Layla,” Michelle smiled as her ego grew about three sizes.   “That’s so nice of you to say.   But you can’t hold it against her.   I mean, not everyone can be as awesome as me!”

“Or me!” Layla added.

“Yeah, sure,” Michelle said, dismissively.   “The point is…”

“God damn!” Gail Kim shouted as Lay-Cool’s Love Fest went on.   “Do the two of you EVER shut up?”

Meanwhile, inside in the BOK Center, Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews, surrounded by Security, are being lead down a hall towards a door with a sign reading, “Reserved for Canadian Ninjas”.   Standing by the door was WWE’s Vice President of Creative Development and Operations, Stephanie McMahon, and WWE Road Agents, Sgt. Slaughter and Irwin R. Schyster, commonly referred to as ‘IRS’.

“Damn,” Nicole Matthews said to Portia as they were marched down the hall.   “Either we’re getting the VIP Treatment, or we just became Prisoners of War.”

“Well, this was the way you wanted it,” Portia sighed.

“Hey,” Nicole snapped.   “I wasn’t about to let this company get away with railroading me out of NXT just because they’re too stingy to sign a real tag team anymore!”

“Yeah, so you decide, what the hell… let’s piss off the most powerful woman in sports and entertainment today by calling her a hypocrite on national TV,” Portia replied.

“Hey, the hypocrite line was all you, Portia,” Nicole reminded her.   “Besides, you were the one telling me a few weeks ago that I shouldn’t just let this go without a fight.”

“Well, either way, if we don’t win tonight, we’re done for,” Portia added.

“Sorry I dragged you into this,” Nicole said.

“Don’t be,” Portia replied.   “I’d have done the same thing.”

As the Canadian Ninjas arrive at their Reserved Room, Stephanie McMahon steps up to Portia and Nicole, as Sgt. Slaughter and IRS follow up on either side of the Executive VP.

“Well, now,” Stephanie smiled.   “I’m finally face to face with my accusers, aren’t I?”

“Look, we have a match to win, so you mind hurrying up with the speech already so we can go beat the living hell out of Kong and Nattie, already?” Portia scoffed.

“Oh, that’s so cute,” Stephanie said, pulling on Portia’s cheek as if she were a child.   Looking over at Sgt.   Slaughter, she says, “They actually think they’re going to win tonight.”

“Heh,” Slaughter laughed.   “What the hell would Canadians know about winning wars, anyway?”

“About as much as Americans would know about ending them,” Nicole Matthews replied.

“Smart mouth, tax cheat!” IRS snaps at the Canadian Ninja.   “But not smart enough to beat the IRS.   Now, lets take a look at those receipts, girls!”

“Receipts?” Portia asked Nicole.

“Your bags,” Stephanie said as security grabbed Nicole and Portia’s gym bags and started dumping everything out of them.

“Hey!” Portia screamed.   “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Making sure you didn’t bring any weapons with you, pukes!” Sgt. Slaughter shouted as he began rummaging through Portia’s belongings.

“You guys can’t do this!   It’s a violation of our civil liberties!” Nicole Matthews shouted.

“You guys can’t do this!   It’s a violation of our civil liberties!” IRS repeated, mockingly, as he searched Nicole’s stuff, as well.   “HA!   Civil Liberties!   It’s called the ‘PATRIOT Act’, tax cheat!   Try Googling it, sometime!”

“Um, we’re not terrorists,” Portia Perez said.   “And you guys are definitely NOT the United States Government.”

“Not terrorists?” Stephanie McMahon said.   “You guys walk into MY company, tell MY employees that you’re going to run roughshod over them, constantly attacking people from behind, even after you’ve been eliminated from MY show...”

“Found one,” Sgt. Slaughter said, pulling a chain out of one of Portia Perez’s wrestling boots.

“Me too,” IRS said, pulling a pair of panties out of Nicole’s gym bag.

“That’s not a weapon!” Slaughter said to IRS.

“Sure it is,” IRS said, shooting Nicole’s panties like a slingshot right into Sgt. Slaughter’s face.   “See?”

“Oh,” Slaughter replied, pulling a pair of Portia’s panties out of her bag.   “Two can play at this game, Schyster!”

As Slaughter shoots Portia’s panties over to IRS, IRS ducks and shouts, “Panty Fight!”   IRS then pulls out Nicole’s bra and throws it at Sgt. Slaughter as Slaughter roots around in Portia’s bag for something to throw back at IRS.  

Meanwhile, as Slaughter and IRS continue to throw the Canadian Ninjas’ undergarments at one another, Matt Striker is gathering the other NXT rookies together just outside of the Divas Locker Room.   There, Melissa, Sara Del Rey, Daizee Haze, MsChif, Amazing Kong, Rain and Kellie Skater are met up with their respective WWE Pros, Eve Torres, Maryse, Serena, Jillian Hall, Michelle McCool, Layla, and Gail Kim.

“All right, ladies,” Matt Striker began.   “We are now in the 5^th week of the NXT competition.   So far, both Sara Del Rey and Amazing Kong have earned immunity from elimination at next week’s Pro’s Poll, which means that, if either one of them are ranked in last place, they will remain here on NXT, and the next lowest ranked, who does not have immunity, will be sent home instead.   Now, I know that last week, some things got out of hand.   Some people lost their tempers, and others… well…”

“Look,” MsChif said, interrupting Striker.   “I know I freaked out last week.   I’m sorry.   I shouldn’t have DDT’ed Jerry Lawler.   It’s not his fault…”

“Wait,” Jillian Hall interrupted.   “It’s my fault.   It was my idea for Chif to do it.   I figured, she was so nervous, and, like, the wrestling thing… it’s what she does, so…”

“Hold up,” Matt said to Jillian.   “You TOLD MsChif to do that to the King last week?”

“No,” Jillian said.   “I told her to do it to you.   I didn’t even know Jerry would be out there, but I guess she just figured it’d mean more if she took out the Hall of Famer, instead, and…”

“Wow, Chif,” Daizee said to MsChif as Jillian continued her speech, “you lose your sh*t and your pro covers for you?   What’d you do?   Pay her off or something?”

Cheerleader Melissa, overhearing Daizee’s comment, smacks Daizee on the arm.   “Knock it off, Haze!”

“Oh, what?   You Chif’s mother, all of a sudden?” Daizee shouts.

“I think you need to lower the bass in your voice, Daizee, before…” Melissa threatened as Matt Striker sees the confrontation boiling.

“Ladies!” Striker shouts.   “Jesus Christ!   I know everybody’s tense right now, but seriously!   Let’s at least TRY to act like professionals for a second and…”

“You know, Striker,” Sara Del Rey said, getting up in Matt’s face, “I’m sick and tired of you people talking down to us, just because we’re not WWE Superstars, and…”

Suddenly, Maryse steps in-between Striker and Del Rey with a mean look on her face.

“What now, Barbie?” Sara asks her pro.

“You will sit down, shut up, and let the man finish,” Maryse states, matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” Michelle McCool says.   “NOW she decides to stand up to her rookie!   Where the hell were you an hour ago when Death Rey was playing Toss The Lay-Cool, huh?”

“And who’s going to make me?   You?” Sara said, pushing Maryse back with her index finger.

“Sara, just do what she says,” Melissa says.

“I don’t need your help, rookie!” Maryse snaps at Melissa.   “I can handle this.”   Melissa takes a deep breath, then backs away.   As she does, MsChif can barely make eye contact with her, shaking her head in disgust.

Meanwhile, Maryse continues her standoff with Sara.   “Now, Sara.   Sit down, and shut up!”

A tense, palpable silence fills the hall as Sara and Maryse stare one another down.   As seconds passed like minutes, the meeting came to a screeching halt as both rookies and pros watched as Maryse and Sara stood off.

“Well,” Daizee Haze said, breaking the silence, “Hit her!”   Melissa, already upset with Daizee stroking the fire with MsChif, slapped Haze on the arm again.   Haze, though, turns to Melissa, ready to return the shot, when Matt Striker finally decides to assert his authority over the group.

“All right,” Striker said.   “Well, you know what?   Since everybody here seems to want to fight each other, then that’s what we’re going to do!   Tonight, we’re going to test your ability to think on your feet, by putting all of you, Rookie and Pro, in a BATTLE ROYALE!   The winner not only earns some bragging rights, but, if one of you rookies do manage to survive, you will earn immunity in next week’s Pro’s Poll.   And, in case you decide not to join us, again, Sara Del Rey, and yes, I am talking directly TO YOU, Sara Del Rey.   If you, or anyone else decides that they don’t want to participate tonight, well, guess what?   You don’t show for the challenge, you might as well keep on walking, because I’m only a text message away from getting all the authority I need to make sure you NEVER come back to NXT, you understand me?”

“Damn,” Rain said, fanning herself off.   “Is it hot in here, or is it just you, Matt?”

“Same goes for you, Rain!” Matt shouted.   “Now get ready.   Whoever isn’t ready to roll by showtime might as well go home!”

As Matt Striker storms off, Michelle McCool looks over at Rain and says, “Well, seems like your Plan A’s not too happy with you right now, is he?”

“Better hope you got a Plan B, honey,” Layla added.

“Well, hey,” Rain said.   “What about you guys?   We still got a deal, right?   I win, and you guys keep your title…”

“Oh, yeah,” Michelle said, as if she had completely forgotten their arrangement almost completely.

“Don’t worry, girl,” Layla said.   “We got your back.”   With that, Team Lay-Cool walks off, rolling their eyes at one another as they leave Rain in the dirt.

“Just a word of advice,” Gail Kim says to Rain, “if you’re expecting those two to save your ass, don’t bother.   Michelle McCool may be the single, most selfish woman I’ve ever met, and, believe me, that’s saying something.”

“Hey!” Kellie Skater shouts as she approaches Gail.   “Who’s Pro you supposed to be, anyway?”

“Well, Kellie, I’m glad to see you’ve come around, now…” Gail said to her rookie.

“Yeah, whatever.   Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got to get ready.   I’ve got 15 other girls to throw over a top rope, you know?” Kellie said.

“Actually, in WWE, you only have to hit the floor,” Gail said.   “Diva battle royales don’t have the top rope rule.”

“Really?   What a bunch of wussies!” Kellie scoffs as she heads towards the locker room.   “Can’t even take a bump over the top rope!”

“You know, God, if you’d just let me reach this girl for a moment, that’s all I ask…” Gail sighed, looking for help from a higher power to reach out to her rookie.

As all of this was happening, Melissa walked over to MsChif, who seemed to be awfully upset about what had just gone down.

“Hey, Chif,” Melissa said.   “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” MsChif asked.   “What’s wrong?!   That 3-year novice just had the GALL to talk down to you and call you a rookie in front of everyone, and you just took it.   What the hell, Liss?”

“Chif, you have to understand, this is their world, their locker room, and…” Melissa tried to explain.

“And what?  Because Cheerleader Melissa, one of the most popular, most in-demand names in all of Women’s Wrestling, needs a job THAT BADLY, she’s willing to let CLOWN SHOES talk down to her like she was a child?” MsChif replied.

“Because that’s what you do in this business, Chif,” Melissa said.

“Yeah,” MsChif concluded.   “You sell out.”   MsChif marches off, leaving Melissa with Daizee Haze, who has witnessed the entire conversation.   Melissa turns back to see Haze smiling devilishly at her.

“You have something to do with this?” Melissa asked Haze.

“Maybe,” Daizee replied.   “Or, maybe, Chif just realized that you’re playing the game, too.   Just like me.”

As Melissa and Daizee continued their confrontation, Jillian Hall catches up with MsChif nearby.

“Hey,” Jillian greeted.   “You okay, Chif?”

“Look, I know you’re just trying to be nice, but, seriously, Jill, you didn’t have to do that,” MsChif said.

“Do what?” Jillian asked.

“You don’t have to cover for me, okay?   I freaked out, it’s my fault, and you…” MsChif began.

“Should have never made you go out there,” Jillian finished.

“Wait… what?” MsChif asked, confused.

“I shouldn’t have made you go out there,” Jillian said.   “I mean, after it happened, it all made sense, you know?   Why I had to practically push you out the curtain, how nothing I said seemed to make you feel any better about this.   You didn’t want to do it, and I shouldn’t have made you.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” MsChif sighed.   “But this is WWE, right?   People want to see… me… I guess…”

“Are you okay?  I mean, you look really upset,” Jillian said.

“Honestly?” MsChif began.   “You have no idea what this thing is doing to me.”

“You want to talk about it?” Jillian asked.  

“What about?   How, ever since I got here, I’ve seen two of my best friends practically disintegrate before my very eyes?   And for what?   Some guaranteed contract?   I mean, sure, a steady paycheck would be nice and all, but is it really worth trashing your friends and tossing away everything you believe in?” MsChif rambled.   “No offense, you seem like a really nice girl, Jill, but with everything I’ve been seeing lately, it’s like… I don’t know who I can trust anymore, you know?   I don’t even think I can trust myself, because, like, normally, I’d have DDTed YOU the second you even SHOWED me that bikini.   But, instead, I…”

“You’re afraid WWE’s trying to change you into something you’re not,” Jillian concluded.

“Exactly,” MsChif said.   “Like, Serena, right?   In SHIMMER, she was, like, the nicest girl ever.   Everybody loved her… well, everyone but Sara…”

“Sara doesn’t like too many people, does she?” Jillian asked.

“You know what’s weird?   She used to be pretty cool before I beat her for the SHIMMER title.   But some people, man, they can’t handle losing, you know?” MsChif said.   “But, what I mean is, Serena, right?   She was the sweetest girl, and now?   I mean, look at her.   She doesn’t even really smile anymore.   She just scowls at everything, like its all beneath her or something.   And, I don’t know why it is, but it’s like some of that is rubbing off on Daizee.”

“You want to know what I think?” Jillian asked.   “I think that, sometimes, WWE seems to bring the worst out of people, you know?”

“Yeah, I can see that,” MsChif said.

“And, it’s not that Daizee doesn’t like you, but…” Jillian continued.

“And then there’s this whole thing with Liss.   Like, ever since she got here, she’s been trying to be one of them, you know?   Like the Diva Search girls,” MsChif added.   “She’s hanging out with that Eve girl, letting that Maryse talk down to her just now.   And, what’s worse?   She’s trying to be like everyone’s den mother or something!   And you know what the worst part of it is?   She sees it.   She sees how this place is changing everyone.   She sees how its screwed with Daizee, how its screwing with me, and Kong… oh, my god!   Kong, and that little tutu thing she had on last week.   What the hell was that?   Sure, you do that sh*t in Japan as part of a comedy show, but, hell, they at least PAY YOU to do that sh*t!   Pretty damn well, too, from what I’ve been told!  But that, last week, and for what?   The chance to stay here a little longer, and watch as WWE takes the most credible, dominant force in the wrestling world today, and turn it into Bertha goddamned Faye?!   And what about YOU?   You, you have so much talent, Jill!   But, instead of letting you go out, actually compete against these girls, and get some real respect, they have you play some comedy act where you’re supposed to be ribbing on Hulk Hogan’s daughter or something!   And that’s what really pisses me off about this whole thing.   WWE has some real talent here.   Sure, some of you Divas suck, and have no business in the ring whatsoever, but, even then, most of you still have SOMETHING to offer!   But, instead of just letting you go out there, be yourselves, and try to be taken seriously, they’d rather parade you around like sexy clown shoes to serve as popcorn matches in-between Miz and Randy Orton matches!”

“So, what are you saying?” Jillian asked.

“I’m saying… maybe Maryse is right.   Maybe we’re just better off working high school gyms and armories for $20 a night, because no one here is ever going to let us be what we really are – athletes,” MsChif said.   “I’m sorry, Jill.   I know you’re supposed to get some sort of raise if I somehow win this thing, but, really?   I think I just want to go home.”

Meanwhile, in the distance, Daizee Haze is watching this scene, watching as her plan to break MsChif has seemingly worked out better than she had ever hoped.   As she does show, a familiar voice creeps up from behind her, and says, “So… how does it feel to play for the dark side?”

Daizee turns around to see her pro, Serena, smirking at Daizee, as the Straight Edge Society stands behind her.

“What are you talking about?” Daizee brushes off.

“This thing with MsChif,” Serena continued.   “How you’ve been slowly undermining her this whole time.   Poking fun at her because she wanted to be Divas champion.   Mocking her during the arm wrestling challenge.   And, even now, making her think that Melissa’s turned on her?   I didn’t think you had it in you, Haze.”

“By the way,” CM Punk added, “We got your test results.   Seems you’re clean, after all.”

“Well, of course I’m clean, Punk,” Daizee insisted.   “This is just a gimmick!”

“Well, be that as it may,” Punk continued, “We still needed to know for sure.   And now that we do…”

“We’re here to make you an offer, Daizee,” Serena said.   “One that’ll guarantee you a spot in WWE, no matter how NXT plays out.   Right Luke?”   Luke Gallows then raises his hand to show that he is holding a set of hair clippers.

“Whoa, wait a minute here!” Daizee said.   “You guys want me to join your little cult?”

“Straight Edge can save your life, Daizee,” CM Punk said.   “And, as Serena said, it won’t matter how NXT will play out, because you’ll be here with me, under my guidance, my tutelage, and there will be nothing anyone in WWE can do to stop you from showing up here, week after week, collecting paycheck after paycheck, to be by my side.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Daizee said.   “You want to shave my head, and have me join your little entourage, here, and do what?   Follow you around like a puppy dog and collect a check?   Maybe Serena’s that desperate, but me?   I’m here to wrestle, and I’m here to win.   And yeah, maybe that means screwing with a few heads.   Maybe that means playing the game, but at the end of the day, when I win that contract, I’ll have done so because I earned it, not because I decided that it was worth throwing my entire wrestling career away, just so I can get paid to be somebody’s groupie!”

“Says the girl whose entire job in Ring of Honor is to hang out with Delirious…” CM Punk said, mockingly.

“Delirious and I are friends, Punk,” Daizee replied.   “We run the ROH school together, we….”

“Waste my time saying things that only continue to prove me right,” Punk smirked.   “Look, I’m giving you a choice.   Hang with me, and get a decent paycheck, or take your chances with these snakes here in NXT.”

Daizee looks around, and sees Rain trying to kiss up to Lay-Cool, Melissa talking with Eve, Kelly Kelly, and Tiffany, Kong laughing with Natalya and Gail Kim…

“When it comes down to it, Daizee,” Serena said, “you’re not the only one willing to play the game.”

“Let her go, Serena,” CM Punk said.   “Daizee, the door’s open if you decide to change your mind.   There will always be a place for you in the Straight Edge Society, if you’re willing to accept it.”

As CM Punk and his disciples walked away, Daizee thought about everything he had just said to her.   About her role in ROH, her willingness to play the game here on NXT, as well as the fact that Melissa, Kong, and Rain all are as well.   Melissa, trying to play the ‘teacher’ role to girls who clearly don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground, at the behest of pleasing her WWE Pro, who’s seemingly more enamored with her rookie than anything else.   Kong, playing off her long-time friendship with Natalya, and her history with Gail, as well as her little stunt last week, breaking out the ‘Margaret’ persona she had played in Japan’s HUSTLE in order to win over the crowd and win a bikini contest.   And then, there was Rain, who had been just as obvious in her manipulation of Matt Striker and her alliance with Lay-Cool as Daizee had been in her mind games with MsChif thus far.   Rain, who was able to outthink Kong in the arm wrestling challenge.   Rain, who seemingly has everything WWE could possibly even want in a Diva – beauty, personality, a complete lack of shame, and a willingness to exploit her good looks and personality for profit.   Rain, who had spent her entire wrestling career ‘playing the game’, if you will, aligned with one of the worst the game had ever produced in Michelle McCool.   McCool, looking to protect her half of the Women’s title, deathly afraid that her pro, Kong, whom she has all but completely ignored since learning the NXT winner would go to SmackDown and automatically challenge her and Layla for their Women’s Title, could win NXT, and take that which Lay-Cool believes is theirs.   Daizee considered all of this, all the while, gaining a reassurance that, as of this very moment, MsChif was all but in tears behind her.

An hour later, the NXT Rookies are gathered together by Matt Striker and led towards Gorilla.   Once there, he ran down with them the order of the show.   As he did so, a seemingly large entourage walked by, lead by Stephanie McMahon.   At either side, Sgt. Slaughter and IRS, smiling gleefully as each seemed to be wearing the trademark headbands of the Canadian Ninjas.   Following closely behind, surrounded by security, were the Ninjas themselves, Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews, rather haphazardly dressed, as if they were only given maybe minutes to get ready.   Sara Del Rey, already in a bad mood after the public standoff with her pro earlier, looked at this display with disgust.

“What the hell is this?” Sara screamed at anyone who would listen.   “Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews are such a big threat to you guys that you have to have guards walking them around like prisoners of war?!”

“Sara,” Melissa sighed.   “They did this to themselves.”

“Bullsh*t!” Sara shouted back.   “We’ve done a hell of a lot worse in our careers, and neither of us were ever carted around like Hannibal Lechter!   What the hell are they so afraid of, huh?   It’s just the Canadian Ninjas, for crying out loud!   It’s not Osama Bin Laden!”

“All right!” Matt Striker said.   “As soon as the intro video ends, we’re going straight in to the Canadian Ninjas/Natalya and Kong match!”   As he announces this, Natalya joins the group of rookies, and taps Kong on the shoulder.

“You ready to do this?” Natalya asked.

“You sure you want to send your rookie home?   I mean, you lose the raise…” Kong asked.

“No worries, there,” Natalya answered.   “Stephanie McMahon’s got that covered.   If we win, she’s guaranteed me that we’re both making bank, you know what I’m saying?”

“Nice,” Kong smiled.

“Wait a minute!” Sara shouted again.   “You’re a part of this, Kong?”

“Didn’t you hear the announcement last week?” Kong replied.   “Oh, wait, no.   You didn’t.   You decided to walk out on us, instead!“

“Look, Sara,” Melissa interjected.   “The Ninjas started this fight, and…”

“No, Liss,” Kong snapped.   “Don’t bother!   Death Rey wants to go around playing the Holier than Thou card, that’s her deal.   Me?   I actually want this job, okay?   And if that means crushing a couple Canadian Ninjas and kicking them out of WWE for good, I’m okay with that.   Especially if it gets me on Stephanie’s good side.”

As this argument went on, MsChif watched it all, and her heart practically broke.   Seeing this, Daizee saw an opportunity.

“Wow,” Daizee smiled.   “Seems like this place just keeps bringing out the worst in us, doesn’t it?”   MsChif looks up at Daizee, almost horrified to hear her Pro’s words being echoed, here.   “You, going nuts, DDTing announcers.   Sara, with her stick up her ass.   Kong, kissing the boss’s ass.   And, hell, what about the Ninjas?   They practically started a war with Stephanie McMahon.   But the worst part?   F*cking Liss, man!   Always making excuses for this company.   Always sticking up for the Barbie-doll divas.   Always telling Sara she should just quit…”

MsChif, not able to take this anymore, simply gets up and walks away as Daizee smiles, watching her walk towards the locker room, leaving the other rookies behind.

Just then, the NXT theme began to play throughout the BOK Center, as the WWE Universe eagerly anticipated the latest episode of NXT.   In the arena, sitting at ringside, are the announcers, Michael Cole and Josh Matthews, welcoming the viewers watching at home to NXT.

“Well, it’s week 5 of the NXT competition,” Michael Cole said, “and it looks to be quite the eventful night, as the fate of the Canadian Ninjas hang in the balance!”

“Tonight, in tag team action, Nicole Matthews and Portia Perez face off against Natalya and the Amazing Kong.   If the Ninjas win here tonight, they both remain on NXT and compete, as a team, for the guaranteed SmackDown contract.   But, if they lose, Cole, the Ninjas will be eliminated from the competition for good,” Josh explained.

“And it looks like we’re getting this one out of the way, folks!” Cole shouted.   “Here comes Executive Vice President Stephanie McMahon, along with WWE Road Agents Sgt. Slaughter and Irwin R. Schyster!   And… what the hell are they wearing, Josh?”

“It looks like Sgt. Slaughter and IRS are sporting the trademark bandanas, worn by the Canadian Ninjas,” Josh answered.   “And, as you can see, Slaughter and IRS, breaking out the ninja moves, out and out mocking the Ninjas as they make their way down to the ring!”

“Stephanie McMahon, now in the ring, and it looks like she’s asking for a mic,” Cole announced as Stephanie prepared to address the WWE Universe.

“Tulsa, Oklahoma!” Stephanie began.   “Tonight, I promise you, NXT is going to be memorable.   Tonight, we finally say goodbye to the constant pain in my ass that has been the Canadian Ninjas!   Now, security, bring those bitches out here, and let’s get this massacre over with!”

“The Canadian Ninjas, now,” Cole said as Portia and Nicole are led to the ring, surrounded by security.   “Making their way down to the ring.”

“Holy hell, Cole!” Josh adds.   “I know the Ninjas have been a pain these past 5 weeks, but this is… this is, just… incomprehensible.   They look like they’ve already be roughed up long before the match!”

“The Canadian Ninjas, deciding to make their opinions on the executive Vice President, Stephanie McMahon, public a few weeks back, and it seems that now, once again, their terrorist-like tactics are biting them in the ass!” Cole smirked.

“Terrorists?   You’re calling these two terrorists?” Josh asked, incredulously.

“Have they or have they not gone out of their way to practically terrorize the WWE since their debut here on NXT?” Cole asked.

“They made a few statements, sure, but TERRORISM?!   You do realize how serious a word you’re using to describe two girls who simply attacked a fellow wrestler, and made some disparaging remarks about a high-ranking corporate executive on national television, right?” Josh continued.

“They called Stephanie McMahon a hypocrite, Josh!” Cole answered.

“And that justifies this?   Carting them around like Prisoners of War, obviously roughing them up somehow before the match even begins, and, apparently, going through their belongings and stealing their underwear, as it seems that IRS and Sgt. Slaughter have done nothing but continuously throw pairs of panties at one another since come down to ringside!”

“So that’s what they’re throwing at each other!” Cole says, finally realizing the Panty Fight, still in progress.   “I just thought they were Canadian Ninja Stars or something!”

“You’re not answering my question, Cole!” Josh adds.

“What’s to answer?   WWE gave these two an opportunity of a lifetime, and… seriously?   YOU have been saying, for weeks now, that you agreed with me that the Ninjas don’t belong here in WWE!”

“Yes, Cole, you’re right, I do,” Josh conceded.   “I also think that Stephanie should just kick them off the show and get it over with, rather than publicly humiliate these two before sending them to slaughter!”

“Wow, Josh,” Cole said, shocked.   “How long have you been in this company again, 7 years now?   And after all this time, you still don’t know how the McMahons’ work?”

“Well, here come the executioners,” Josh said.   “Natalya, looking for revenge, having been the target of the Canadian Ninjas since day one here on NXT.”

“And don’t forget her partner, Amazing Kong, whose seemingly had Natalya’s back from the beginning, coming to Natalya’s aid each time she has been outnumbered by the Ninjas,” Cole added.

“Kong, looking to settle a score with the Ninjas as well, after Nicole Matthews stole her moment last week after she won the immunity challenge, winning the hearts of the WWE Universe by breaking out a comedic gimmick from the past!” Josh said.

The Canadian Ninjas vs. Natalya & Amazing Kong

Michael Cole: It looks like the match is going to start with Nicole Matthews and Amazing Kong

Josh Matthews: Natalya, still showing signs of the back injury she suffered at the hands of Nicole Matthews two weeks ago here on NXT, possibly looking to limit her time in the ring as much as possible.

Michael Cole: They tie up, and Matthews, with the arm wrench, but Kong, with the reversal now, nailing Nicole with the short clothesline.

Josh Matthews: Kong tries to pick Matthews back up now, but Nicole Matthews, catching Kong with a small package, but Kong is just too big for her to hold, and she kicks out.

Michael Cole: Matthews tags in Portia Perez now, who’s looking to go toe to toe with this monster.

Josh Matthews: That’s probably not a good idea, Cole.   Portia’s only about a third of Kong’s size and… she’s calling for a test of strength?!   Against Amazing Kong?!   What is she?   Crazy?!

Michael Cole: Amazing Kong, not sure what to make of this, looking to Natalya, who’s just telling her to go for it.

Josh Matthews:   Perez, walking towards us here in the broadcast position, now, and it looks like Kong’s going to bite, as she locks hands with the Ninja, and…

Michael Cole: Well it all makes sense now, doesn’t it?

Josh Matthews: Perez, getting Kong to turn her back on Nicole Matthews in the test of strength, allowing Matthews to attack Kong from behind, clipping the knee.   And now, both Ninjas are mercilessly attacking Kong as the ref tries to get Matthews back on the ring apron.

Michael Cole: Perez, going after the knee of Kong, now.

Josh Matthews:   Sound strategy by Perez, working on Kong’s knees, trying to keep her on the mat.  

Michael Cole: It looks Portia is… oh, no.   She isn’t!

Josh Matthews:  She is, Cole!   Perez, taunting Natalya, looking to lock Kong in the Sharpshooter, but Kong powers out, rushing over and making the tag to Natalya.

Michael Cole: Natalya rushes the ring, but Portia’s too quick for her, tagging in Nicole Matthews before Natalya can even reach her!

Josh Matthews:   Natalya and Nicole Matthews now tie up.   Nicole Matthews with the arm bar, but Nattie reverses.   Matthews, with a drop toe hold, rolling into a headlock on Natalya.   Natalya, now, back to her feet, looking for a back suplex on Matthews, but Matthews flips over.   Natalya turns around, Matthews with a kick to the gut, looking for that snap suplex, but Nattie blocks it.   Natalya, now, reversing the suplex into one of her own, and look at that power, Cole!

Michael Cole: Natalya, holding Matthews up in the air with that suplex, a tribute to the British Bulldog, perhaps, before crashing to the mat.   The cover, and 1… 2… Matthews kicks out.

Josh Matthews:   Natalya, now, back to the attack, locking Matthews in a chinlock, looking to wear the Ninja down.   And Portia Perez, running into the ring now, nailing Natalya with a brutal kick to that already injured back of Natalya, forcing her to break the hold!

Michael Cole: The ref, telling Portia to get back on the apron, as Nicole Matthews goes after the back of Natalya with a series of knees.

Josh Matthews:   Matthews, now, picking Natalya up, and nailing that snap suplex.   Floatover into the pin now, and 1… 2… and Natalya kicks out!

Michael Cole:  Matthews, back on the attack again, going for a backbreaker on Natalya.

Josh Matthews:   And notice, upon impact, how she holds Natalya across her knee, pushing down on Natalya, putting even more pressure on that injured back.

Michael Cole:  And check out that ring positioning!   Portia, with the blind tag on Matthews, slingshots over the top rope, nailing the legdrop on Natalya as Nicole holds her steady across the knee.

Josh Matthews:   Perez, now, following up with a camel clutch variation.   Note how she’s keeping Natalya flat on the mat, and placing her knee directly on the back as she pulls Natalya’s head back.

Michael Cole: I’m amazed Natalya isn’t tapping out right now.   Her back has just got to be killing her!

Josh Matthews:   Natalya, still refusing to quit, as Portia now releases the hold, and yet another brutal knee to the back.   The cover, now, and 1… 2…   Natalya kicks out.

Michael Cole: Tag back to Matthews now, who stomps mercilessly on Natalya.   A cover, but only a one count.   Matthews, now, going for that straightjacket choke.

Josh Matthews:   Notice again, the positioning of the knee right in the back of Natalya as Nicole uses Nattie’s own arms to choke her.

Michael Cole: Natalya, now, wiggling loose of the hold, trying to fight her way back to her feet, but, OH!

Josh Matthews:   Brutal knee strike by Nicole Matthews, right to the small of the back.   And the cover.   1… 2… and Natalya kicks out again!

Michael Cole: Kong on the outside, trying to rally the WWE Universe now behind Natalya!

Josh Matthews:   Another quick tag, now to Portia, who takes over On Natalya.  

Michael Cole: And, I can’t believe this!   She’s going for it again!   Portia Perez, now, going for the sharpshooter again.   This time, on Natalya!

Josh Matthews:   She locks in the hold, but Natalya, trying to reach for the ropes.

Michael Cole:  Portia Perez, now, dragging Natalya away from the ropes, and sitting down on her in the middle of the ring, wrenching the back knees of Natalya.   But Natalya, refusing to give up!

Josh Matthews:   Amazing Kong, now, trying to rush into the ring to break up the hold, but the ref stops her.

Michael Cole:  And with the ref’s back turned, Portia releases the hold, allowing the Ninjas to double-team Natalya, stomping her on the back some more.

Josh Matthews:   Portia claps her hands together and heads back to the ring apron as Nicole Matthews now goes for a bow and arrow lock, as the ref returns to the action.

Michael Cole: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!   There’s no tag!

Josh Matthews:   The ref seems to think there was, though, and now, Matthews, with that bow and arrow on Natalya, but Nattie, trying to fight out.

Michael Cole:  Natalya, managing to flip herself over, landing on top of Nicole Matthews for the pin, and 1… 2… Matthews kicks out.

Josh Matthews:   Nattie trying to crawl towards her corner, her back in really bad shape right now, but Matthews is able to tag Portia, who just runs over and nails Nattie in the back with a forearm.

Michael Cole: Portia, now, dragging Natalya back to the Ninjas’ corner, makes the tag to Nicole, and now with the double-teaming on Natalya.

Josh Matthews:   Nicole Matthews, setting Nattie up face first in the corner, with repeated forearm shots to the back of Natalya, and yet another tag.   It looks like they’re setting Natalya up for that Funky Cold Medina…

Michael Cole:  Matthews, with the rear-waistlock, as Portia tunes up the band.   Portia, with the superkick, but, what’s this?

Josh Matthews:   Natalya managing to wiggle free of Nicole’s grip, moving out of the way and allowing Portia Perez to accidentally kick her own tag team partner in the face, and Nattie now, making the tag to Amazing Kong!

Michael Cole:  Kong, now, with a series of clotheslines on Portia Perez as Nicole Matthews rolls out of the ring, dazed after that superkick.

Josh Matthews:   And BAM!   Kong, with the spinning back-fist on Portia.   It looks like she’s about to put her away now, setting Portia up for this Amazing Bomb, and…

Michael Cole:  What in the hell is going on here?

Josh Matthews:   It’s Wade Barrett!   Wade Barrett, now, walking out onto the stage, just as Kong was about to put Portia Perez away with the Amazing Bomb!

Michael Cole:  And Kong, not knowing what to make of this, letting Perez go, and shouting at Wade Barrett, now.   And… what in the hell?

Josh Matthews:   Heath Slater and Skip Sheffield, now, attacking Kong from behind!   What the hell is going on here, Cole?

Michael Cole:  And Sheffield, now, nailing Kong with that massive clothesline!

Josh Matthews:   Natalya, trying to get back to her feet, but Heath Slater now, with that Sweetness Leg Sweep on Natalya!

Michael Cole:  Slater, now, rolling to the outside, helping Nicole Matthews to her feet as… what’s this?   It’s the Hart Dynasty, DH Smith and Tyson Kidd, attacking Wade Barrett on the stage, but… No.   No, no!   Darren Young, now, coming to Wade Barrett’s aid, taking out the members of the Hart Dynasty!

Michael Cole:  Michael Tarver, and Justin Gabriel, now, fighting with IRS and Sgt. Slaughter on the outside, as David Otunga grabs Stephanie McMahon by the hair, and drags her into the ring.

Josh Matthews:   And what’s this, now?   Portia Perez, to her feet, nailing that superkick right in Stephanie’s face!

Michael Cole:  We’re not done yet, though, as Kong is back on her feet, attacking David Otunga.

Josh Matthews:   Skip Sheffield and David Otunga, now, double-teaming the Amazing Kong as Michael Tarver has just knocked out IRS right in front of our broadcast position.

Michael Tarver: You got a problem with me, punk?   I knock you the f*ck out, just like I did this punk, you feel me?

Michael Cole:  Tarver, now, helping Justin Gabriel.   Tarver holds Slaughter and… a discus elbow by Gabriel, knocking Sarge out!

Josh Matthews:   Skip Sheffield, now, lifting the massive Kong onto his shoulders, and it looks like he’s going to hit the Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder on Kong!

Michael Cole:  Wade Barrett and Darren Young, now, making their way to the ring as David Otunga grabs a mic from our ring announcer, Justin Roberts.   Portia Perez, screaming at the unconscious Stephanie McMahon as Heath Slater now, helping Nicole Matthews back into the ring.

“NXT, your prodigal sons have returned!” David Otunga said to the WWE Universe here in Tulsa, Oklahoma.   “And, tonight, we finish the business we started with WWE Management 5 weeks ago, when we decimated Raw, took out the WWE Champion, John Cena, and left this very ring in ruins!”

David Otunga then hands the mic off to Wade Barrett.   Barrett continues, by saying, “But first, before we go about, and decimate NXT, the way he have Raw, its former General Manager, Bret Hart, its former champion, John Cena, and its former leader, Vince McMahon, we still have to deal with the little issue of you, Portia Perez.”

Portia, not having any real clue what was going on, stared nervously at the Nexus surrounding her.   She superkicked Stephanie as a mere convenience, but had no real idea what the Nexus was doing here, or why they had arrived, until she looked over to the one side and saw Heath Slater, attentively checking on Nicole Matthews, making sure she was okay.

“Four weeks ago, WWE Management forced the two of you to make a choice, to divide your team, and decide which one of you should stay here on NXT and compete for a guaranteed contract.   And, shortly after, having seen the scorn in which the WWE so carelessly threw her away, your friend, Nicole, came to the only force here in WWE powerful enough to do something about the conditions here in WWE – US,” Wade Barrett said.   He then walks over to Heath Slater, who kisses Nicole Matthews on the forehead before taking the mic from Barrett’s hand, and continues.

“You see, Portia,” Heath said, “her story moved us.   Much like us, Nicole Matthews was cast out of WWE like a disease, for the mere crime of being human!   And as we listened to her final words here on NXT, and realized that she, like us, had been wronged by WWE Management, by NXT, and, most importantly, by this woman, right here… Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley!”   Heath then hands the microphone off to Darren Young, who continues.

“It’s like this, Portia,” Darren said.   “You are now faced with a choice.”   Darren then hands the mic off to Skip Sheffield, who continues.

“You can either stand with us, and destroy the so-called authority here in WWE,” Skip said, before handing off the mic to Michael Tarver.

“Or, you can fall, just like the rest,” Tarver said, handing off the microphone to Justin Gabriel, who, in his hand, was holding an armband with a ‘N’, symbolizing the Nexus, emblazoned on it.

“The choice, Portia, is yours,” Justin said, as he held the armband before Portia.   Looking over, she saw Heath Slater helping Nicole put on a similar armband, symbolizing her role now as part of the Nexus.

Portia then says to Nicole, “Was this part of your plan all along?”

“How do you think I kept getting into the building?” Nicole replied.

Portia then looks at Gabriel, and asks, “What about the contract?”

“The Raw General Manager will take care of that, Portia,” Justin replied.   “That is, if you join us.”

Portia then looks over at Nicole one last time, realizing that this was the plan all along.   To involve the Nexus.   To force WWE’s hand.   To assure they would gain contracts no matter what the cost.   And Portia, seeing the opportunity in front of her, does the only thing she can do now.

She takes the armband.

As soon as she takes hold of the band, the symbol of the Nexus, Wade Barrett then orders Skip Sheffield to pick up Stephanie McMahon, and, one by one, each member of the Nexus proceeds to take her out.   Sheffield tosses Stephanie to Darren, who plants her with his full nelson flapjack.   David Otunga follows up with his Uranagi.   Sheffield follows with a clothesline, then Tarver with the Kill Shot.   Justin Gabriel goes to the top rope as Heath Slater nails a Sweetness Leg Sweep on McMahon, allowing Justin   to follow up with his 450 splash.   Wade Barrett then picks McMahon up, lifts her on to his shoulders, but then, thinks better of it, and sets her down.   He then points to the Canadian Ninjas, and tosses the prone McMahon to Nicole Matthews, who sets Stephanie up for the Funky Cold Media, leaving the Executive Vice President in a broken heap.  

Just then, Amazing Kong once again hits the ring, looking to take out the Nexus by herself.   Unfortunately, the numbers work against her, and the Nexus soon not only overpowers her, but obliterates Kong, as each one nails their signature moves on her, taking her out, as well.   Portia then sees Natalya trying to crawl away, and drags her back into the ring as well.   Wade Barrett, lifts Natalya to his shoulders, and tosses her down into the Wasteland.  

“I cannot believe what I am seeing here, Josh,” Michael Cole says in a cold, somber voice.   “Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews, along with the Nexus, have just destroyed the last remnants of control and authority here in WWE, taking out the woman who practically runs this entire company, as far as our shows are concerned.”

“And folks… NXT is only half over.   We still supposedly have another immunity challenge here tonight, but after what we just saw, only God knows if its even going to happen!” Josh said.

“And what about the Canadian Ninjas?   Are they off of NXT?   They didn’t win here tonight!” Cole asked.   “And what was this Justin Gabriel said to Portia about the new Raw General Manager, the anonymous man now in charge of running Monday Night Raw?   Did he just tell her that the Canadian Ninjas were guaranteed contracts?”

“I honestly don’t have the first clue what is going on here, Cole,” Josh said, as NXT was about to go to commercial.   “Perhaps, we can get some answers here after the break.”

“God, I hope so!” Cole said.

As NXT went to commercial, the fallout of the last segment now seemed to fall squarely on the shoulders of NXT Host, Matt Striker.   Surrounded by Divas, rookies, and production team members all wanting answers, Striker walked into Gorilla during the break, and assumed control of the show.

“We still have 30 minutes of live TV to fill, folks!” he reasoned.   “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the Nexus bring this show to a screeching halt, so, number 1.   Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews didn’t win their match, so they’re off of NXT.   Period.   They want to go hang with the Nexus, they can worry about getting their contracts from the Raw General Manager, not me!   Second, the battle royale.   It’s still a go, and if a rookie wins, they get immunity.   If not… screw it!   I’m sick of this crap.   If a WWE pro wins tonight, NO ONE gets immunity next week.   It’s all or nothing, because this is my show now, and what I say goes!   And if any rookie decides she doesn’t want to show up for the battle royale, she’s off of NXT as well!   So, here we go.   30 seconds before we’re live!   So someone get the girls ready to move, and… you, standing there!   Get me some coffee!”

As soon as NXT returns from commercial, Michael Cole and Josh Matthews update the fans on what exactly is going on here.

“Well, it appears as if, in Stephanie McMahon’s absence, Matt Striker has officially taken control of NXT here tonight,” Cole said.

“Stephanie McMahon, who was just brutally attacked by the Nexus just minutes ago, here on NXT,” Josh added.

“We’re also getting word that there will, in fact, be an immunity challenge tonight,” Cole announced, “as the remaining NXT rookies will face off against the WWE Pros in a Battle Royale, with the winner claiming all the stakes.   Basically, if a rookie wins here tonight, she will earn the third and final immunity from elimination in the Pro’s Poll that takes place next week.   But, from what I now understand, due to frictions between the rookies, the pros and management as of late, including what you just saw, moments ago, here on NXT, Mat Striker has also declared that, if a WWE pro wins tonight’s battle royale – NONE of the NXT rookies will have immunity next week, plus, any remaining rookie who refuses to take place in tonight’s challenge will also be eliminated from NXT here tonight!”

“Damn!” Josh said.   “That’s hardcore!”

“And you have to imagine that Amazing Kong is in no shape whatsoever to compete in a Battle Royale after the beating she took at the hands of the Nexus!” Cole added.

“I don’t know, Cole,” Josh said as Kong managed to make her way back up to her feet and was now currently standing in the ring, demanding a mic.   “I don’t think Kong’s quite done here, tonight!”

“Okay… so, you say I gotta be in this battle royale, either way, or I go home?   All right, Striker.   I’m game.   Bring ‘em on!” Kong shouted, looking nearly half dead, yet angry as all hell.   Just then, the WWE Pros – Jillian, Serena, Maryse, Eve, Michelle McCool, Layla, and Gail Kim – all came down to the ring, together, surrounding the massive Kong.

Gail, having quite the history with Kong, says to her, “It’s nothing personal, but…”

“I ain’t going home, Gail,” Kong said.   “Do your worst!”

As this took place, the NXT rookies each made their way out to the ring.   As they left gorilla and headed towards the ring, though, Matt Striker noticed that one was missing.   As Daizee Haze, the last in the line, was about to go through the curtain, Striker stopped her, asking, “Where’s MsChif?”

“Chif?” Daizee asked.   “Haven’t seen her.”

“Unbelievable!” Striker shouts.   “Well, somebody tell Cole that MsChif’s just been eliminated, too!   F*cking unbelievable!”

“We’re now getting word that… you’ve got to be kidding me!” Cole said.

“What’s up now, Cole?” Josh asked.

“MsChif has just been eliminated from the competition.   Seems as if she left the building hours ago, and, as you know, Matt Striker said that any rookie who didn’t participate tonight would be eliminated,” Michael Cole explained.

Meanwhile, in a back room, somewhere, a woman can be heard screaming bloody murder, pounding on a door blocked by a forklift.   A forklift that just happens to have Luke Gallows sitting in its driver’s seat…

As each of the remaining rookies enters the ring, Jillian Hall realizes that MsChif isn’t with them.   As Daizee enters the ring last, Jill asks her, “You haven’t seen MsChif, have you?”

“MsChif?” Daizee said, feigning concern.   “Oh, she must have not told you…”

“Tell me what?” Jillian asked.  

“Wow, you really are clueless, aren’t you, Jill?” Daizee said, annoyed.   “Chif pours her heart out to you, tells you she just wants to go home, and you can’t even figure it out!   What the hell are you?   Stupid? ”   As the bell rang, and the battle royale began, Jillian rushed at Daizee Haze, pushing her out of the ring before she could know what hit her!

Serena, seeing this, looked out on her rookie and said, sarcastically, “Way to go, hippy!”   As she does, the Rate Tank, Kellie Skater, manages to push Serena over the top as well.

“Yeah, that’s right, wankers!   I’m the woman, and you…” Kellie bragged, just as Team Lay-Cool grabbed her and tossed her to the floor, as well.  

As soon as Kellie hits the floor, Jillian pounces off the ring apron and on to Daizee Haze, eliminating herself from the Battle Royale, as she continues beating upon Haze, screaming for an answer about MsChif.   Serena then rushes at Jillian and spears her right off of Haze as WWE Officials try desperately to get the women to return to the back.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Gail Kim and Amazing Kong fight it out near the ropes.   Kong, though, just barely able to stand at this point, after the beating she suffered at the hands of the Nexus, seems to be on her last legs.

“Look, Kong, I’m sorry, but…” Gail said just before Kong grabbed her by the throat.

“You know, Gail, the reason you could never beat me in TNA?” Kong asked, just as she threw Gail over the top rope.   “Because you’re just too damn nice, sometimes, you know?”

Just then, Team Lay-Cool saw its opportunity, and pushed Kong over the top and to the floor, eliminating her, as well.   Lay-Cool then took the moment to celebrate, talking smack to Kong, all the while leaving the door open for Sara Del Rey to make her own opportunity, and dump Layla over the top, as well.   Michelle looks on helplessly as Death Rey approaches her, grabbing her by the hair, looking to toss her out as well.   But, soon, Rain makes the save, nailing Del Rey with a forearm shot to the face, and pulling Michelle away from the ropes.

“Oh my God!   Thank you!” Michelle said.   “I thought she was going to kill me for sure!”

Then, just as sudden, Rain grabbed McCool, and tossed her over the top rope herself.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” McCool screamed as she got up from her rough landing.

“YEAH!” Layla agreed, helping her teammate up.

“Immunity’s on the line!” Rain replied.   “You guys don’t want me getting eliminated, do you?”

Just then, irony struck, as Sara Del Rey knocked Rain right out of the ring, and out of the battle royale.

“Way to go, Einstein!” Layla taunted.

“Yeah,” McCool added.   “Next time, let us do the thinking, all right, Rain?”

The remaining participants, Sara Del Rey, Maryse, Eve, and Cheerleader Melissa, all circled around one another, alliances mixing.   Melissa looked to Eve, then at Sara, then back at Eve.   Melissa and Sara then both then charge at Eve, tossing her over the top as Maryse hangs back.   Once Eve had hit the floor, Maryse charges at her rookie, grabs her by the leg, and manages to dump Death Rey over the top and to the floor.   Maryse laughs as the anger seethes in Death Rey.   Meanwhile, Eve seemingly looks up at her pro with a hurt expression, as if she had been betrayed, then runs off, leaving only Melissa and Maryse alone in the ring.

“So, rookie,” Maryse said to Melissa.   “You want a piece of me now?”

“Who the hell do you think you’re calling a rookie,” Melissa replied, “…Barbie?”

The two charge at one another, trading forearms and fists.   Soon, Melissa is able to overpower the young, French model, but Maryse sees an opening, and nails a low kick to the inside of Melissa’s left knee, much like the kick Rosa Mendez put Beth Phoenix out of action with.   As Melissa’s knee buckled, she could already hear Sara’s voice in her head, saying to her, “Don’t come crying to me when one of these Barbie-girls ends your career by being careless!”

Maryse, seeing the damage she had done, looked to make one last kill shot, and end this, once and for all.   She measured Melissa up, and charged with a running kick right to Melissa’s chest, just powerful enough to push Melissa through the ropes and to the floor below, leaving Maryse alone in the ring.

“And Maryse has done it!” Michael Cole shouted.   “Maryse has won tonight’s battle royale!”

“This can’t bode well for Melissa now, with her fellow NXT rookies, as, now, because of her, NONE of them are immune from elimination next week at the Pro’s Poll,” Josh added.

“And, wait… what’s this?   Who in the hell is that?” Cole shouted as a fit, short-haired blonde woman came rushing into the ring, pushing Maryse over the top rope and dumping her to the floor.

“That’s… that can’t be!   That’s… NIKKI ROXX, Cole!” Josh Matthews said, identifying the woman now standing victorious in the ring.

“Nikki Roxx?” Cole asked.   “You mean the bald chick from TNA?   The one who used to bleed all the time?”

“The one in the same, Cole!” Josh answered.   “Nikki Roxx, formerly know as TNA’s Roxxi, who was just recently fired from the company in one of the worst talent relations stories in recent memory!”

“I heard she actually showed up the night of a PPV to find that her match against Madison Rayne had been changed to a Career vs. Title match at the last minute!” Cole said.

“Oh yes, Cole,” Josh said.   “In fact, she was originally scheduled to be a part of this NXT competition, but because she had already signed that deal with TNA prior, she was unable to do so.   In fact, had Nikki been available, Kellie Skater wouldn’t have been given the opportunity to compete on NXT!”

“Really?” Cole said.   “Guess the Tank Girl lucked out, then!”

“Nikki Roxx is now asking for a mic,” Josh said, as Justin Roberts hands Nikki a microphone.

“Sorry I’m late,” Nikki said, dropping the mic, and rolling out of the ring.

“Wait… what?” Cole asked.   “She doesn’t seriously think she’s a part of this competition NOW, does she?!”

“Honestly, Cole, I have no idea, and unfortunately, we don’t have enough time this week to find out.   Tune in to NXT next week to find out what in the hell is going on here, folks, because, honestly… we don’t have the first clue!” Josh said.

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