The Hardys paced the ring, confusion clearly written across their faces as they waited for Jonathan Coachman to explain whatever he was doing.

Coach stood on the titan tron, microphone in hand, "Matt, Jeff, I know you were expecting Cade and Murdoch. I know you were also expecting a non-title match tonight. But there's been a change of plans."

There was a combination of cheers and boos from the crowd. Matt and Jeff exchanged worried glances, neither having any idea about what was going on.

"Tonight," Coach continued, "You will put your tag team titles on the line...against Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin--The World's Greatest Tag Team."

Charlie and Shelton made their way out, Melony in the middle, her hands motioning to Charlie and Shelton's waists, then pointing at the Hardys belts.

In the ring, Matt turned to Jeff, "This is fucked up! We didn't agree to this!"

Eyebrows furrowed in the angry confusion, Jeff stepped back as the World's Greatest Tag Team entered the ring.

Autumn slid in under the bottom rope, about to ask the Hardys what was going on when she saw the valet for Haas and Benjamin. When Melony turned and saw her, both women mentally recognized the other as the bitch from the hallway.

"We're taking your gold!" Melony shouted, smirking cockily. Autumn lunged, Matt grabbing her arm to hold her back, "C'mon Autumn, get in our corner. She's not worth it."

Not taking her eyes off the cocky diva on the other side, Autumn slid out of the ring, hitting the mat with her fists. Jeff took his place in the corner, glancing down at her to make sure she stayed where she was supposed to.

In the opposite corner, Melony had made sure her boys were pumped, then took her place outside the ring. Shelton stood in the corner, while Haas locked up with Matt.

"Come on, Matt!" Autumn screamed, while Jeff tried to get the crowd clapping.

Haas broke free of Matt's hold, falling into the ropes and bounding towards Matt with a clothesline. Matt ducked, Charlie hit the ropes and fell backwards. His gaze fell on the valet for the Hardys, and he muttered a string of curses as he recognized her as the diva from catering earlier.

Before Haas could recuperate, Matt landed a sweet dropkick. Seeing Shelton about to interfere, Jeff was climbing to the top rope. Shelton literally jumped over Matt and Charlie, knocked Jeff down, then pulled Matt off of Charlie.

As Matt and Haas continued their battle, Autumn made sure Jeff was alright before running around the ring to the opposite corner.

"Hey!" She shouted, "Put your bitch on a leash and stop trying to cheat the titles away from us!"

"Funny, I don't see gold around your waist!" Melony smiled deviously, before paying Autumn back with a slap that landed her on the floor.

Matt tagged Jeff in, just as Haas tagged Shelton. The aerial assault began as the two high-flying risk takers went at it.

In his corner, Charlie looked around for Melony, who now beating the mat the mat and cheering for Shelton. Charlie's gaze once more fell on the Hardys valet, who was at the moment, merely a body beside the ring, and without thinking, he rushed to check on her. He grabbed her hand and helped her sit up, "Hey, you ok?"

Autumn looked up, barely registering the fact that his eyes were full of concern, "I think that bitch knocked me out."

"Hey! Get away from her!"

Charlie whirled around, just as Matt tackled him to the ground.

Back in the ring, Jeff was getting ready to fly. As he climbed to the top rope, slightly sluggish due to Shelton's brutality, Shelton was attempting to stand. By the time Jeff leaped, Shelton was on his feet. He caught Jeff with precision and ease, then flipped him backwards over the top rope, and right on top of Melony. Shelton jumped out of the ring, running to check on Mel, then seeing Charlie needed his help with Matt.

With both divas injured on the floor, Jeff's head spinning while halfway lying on top of one of the divas, and the 3-way brawl going on, none of them even noticed when the referee counted to 10 and the bell rang.

"What the hell was that?!"

Shelton, his arm around Melony's waist to help steady her, shrugged, "I don't know, Mel, I..."

"I was talking to Charlie."

Charlie stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw clenched as he stared at the floor, "C'mon Mel, let's just get you check out."

"Not until you give me an explanation. What the fuck was that?"

Shelton looked from Charlie to Mel, "What are you talking about?"

"I knocked the Hardys little bitch out, and Prince Charlie over here decides to play chivalrous and go check on her." She glared at him, "What the hell, Haas?!"

"She looked like she was really hurt, Mel!" Charlie growled, "I don't care whose valet she is, somebody had to make sure she was ok!"

"In the middle of a championship match, Charlie?" Melony shook her head angrily, "You asked me to get you the shot at the titles, and you fucked that up!"

"Why are you blaming all this on me?" Charlie stepped forward, eyes blazing, "You've seemed to forget that Shelton's the one who threw--literally, threw--Jeff Hardy at you!"

Not waiting for a response, Charlie stormed off.

"Charlie!" Shelton called, Melony laying a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Let him go." She sighed, "He just needs to cool off."

"Listen, Mel," Shelton looked down at her, "About Hardy...I'm sorry. I didn't know you were standing there."

She shook her head, "It's not your fault, Sheltie. You had your head in the game, and I have no idea where Charlie's head is at."

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him."

She looked up at him, smiling, "Thanks."

While Melony got checked out, Shelton went looking for Charlie and found him in catering, nursing a hot cup of coffee.

Shelton grabbed a bottle of water before joining him at the table.

Charlie looked up as Shelton approached, "How's Mel?"

Shelton shrugged as he sat down, "Fine. She's getting checked out now."

Charlie glanced at him and sighed, "What's with the look, man?"

"I'm just wonderin' where you were out there, man. We had a chance at gold. I needed your help in the ring, while you were checkin' out the other teams valet? Did you even check on Mel when she needed help?"

"If I remember correctly, Matt Hardy was beating my head in at the time, so no, I wasn't able to." He leaned back, sighing heavily, "Look, I'm sorry. My conscience kicked in at the wrong time!" He laughed, raking a hand through his hair, "It won't happen again."

"Mel's still gonna break you in half."

"Yeah...I know."

He'd bruised her ribs. When that bastard Hardy fell on her, he'd bruised Melony's ribs. Not enough to put her out of commission, but enough to make her hurt a hell of a whole lot.

And Shelton blamed himself.

He should've been paying attention. He should've known Melony would be right there, cheering him on. He should've stayed focused. He'd been so preoccupied with the thought of winning gold, he'd lost his determination to win the match.

He should've been the one to pay for that. Not Mel.

But all he could do was thank God that Hardy had only bruised her ribs, and it hadn't been something more serious. Shelton knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if...

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. He'd do whatever it took to protect Melony.

And get his revenge on the Hardys.

She assured everyone she was fine, let Shelton know she's find him when she was ready to go, and stormed down the hallways looking for Coachman's office yet again. It was personal now, and Melony swore she'd get her boys the gold if it was the last thing she ever did.