Hey everyone, i have decided to re-edit this story making a few grammatical changes and such because i was reading through it the other day and i realised how many mistakes i made. I'm also gonna start the sequel soon probably next week sometime. I started a sequel to it but i didn't like it so i'm changing it. Thanks everyone.
Summary: Lexi is the WWE's newest diva and she is determined to make an impact. She's already annoyed the general manager and caught the eye of a superstar. Will she be able to survive her first few months?
A/N: Hey peeps I'm back, this is my new story so I'm just gonna see how it goes, so please review and let me know what you think.
"Damn, your looking cool baby!"
Spinning on her heel, the young woman turned in the direction the voice had come from. Sitting on a pile of crates was the Intercontinental Champion, Carlito. The brunette rolled her eyes and carried on walking until she felt a hand on her arm. Turning back she came face to face with Carlito who didn't look impressed with her.
"I was talking to you sugar, now I'm the Intercontinental Champion, that's cool. Your hot, that's cool. Now sweetie, I've got to hang around here tonight to see if I'm needed, but afterwards I'm going to give you the pleasure and honour of taking me out to dinner baby. So what do you say honey?" The young woman stood for a minute simply staring at Carlito before snatching her arm away and taking a step backwards.
"First of all, I'm not your sugar, sweetie, baby or honey okay? Secondly, I'd rather watch paint dry than go out with you and thirdly, you need a haircut, now leave me the hell alone before I choke you with one of your stupid apples." With that, the woman turned and stormed down the hall, leaving Carlito gaping after her.
"Stupid Carlito, thinks he's soooooooooooo cool, thinks I wanna take him out, stupid nappy head, he makes me wanna pu-umph," the young woman's quiet muttering was interrupted when she collided with something extremely hard, knocking her to the floor. Sitting on the floor, slightly dazed she looked up to see a hand in front of her face, taking the hand she felt herself pulled to her feet.
"Damn sorry 'bout that I was tryin' to make a quick get away 'n' I wasn't lookin' were I was goin'. You ok?" Looking up slightly, the young woman found herself looking into the blue eyes of John Cena.
"Um soz I wasn't really watchin' were I was goin' anyway, I was too busy tryin' to curse someone but I'm fine thanks." She replied. "You certainly are fine" Cena thought.
"Ok then, I gotta run see you around." With that he turned and strolled down the hallway. Raising her eyebrows, the woman turned into the room Cena had just left, to find General Manager Eric Bischoff talking to himself.
"….is about to come to an end. And when it's over, the only person who's going to be embarrassing you is me, because I'm going to make your life a living hell. What do you think about tha…." Turning around, Eric found himself looking not at Cena but at a young woman.
"Um who the hell you talkin' to?" she asked with a small grin on her face.
"Wha..i..he..Never mind that, who the hell are you?" Eric demanded, the woman smiled and adjusted her cap.
"I'm Lexine Andrews, but everyone calls me Lexi, I signed a contract with Mr McMahon a while ago and i've been in training. I was called up and this is my first day on RAW." Reaching into her bag, Lexi pulled out a copy of her contract and handed it to Eric. Taking it from her he flipped through it until he was satisfied.
"Very well then I'll be keeping hold of this, you won't have a match tonight as we're fully booked but just hang around, get to know people and try not to get into any trouble." Eric told her. Nodding slightly, Lexi turned and headed for the door when Eric called her back, turning she re-traced her steps to Eric and waited for him to speak.
"Now Lexine, I know I said we were fully booked but how would you like to make your debut tonight?" seeing that he had caught her interest, Eric continued, "Tonight we are having a Battle of the Bands between Chris Jericho and Fozzy and John Cena and his nobodies. How would you like to be the special guest referee for the contest?"
Lexi thought about it for a few minutes and then answered, "Okay then I'll do it."
"Great, now I'm sure you'll make the right choice when picking the winner and ignore the crowd, they don't know what they want." Extending his hand Eric gave a leering smile.
"Oh don't worry, I will make the right choice and I do believe that the crowd know exactly what they want." Lexine then slapped his hand and smirked as she strolled out of the office leaving a very disgruntled General Manager.
Later that night, Lillian Garcia stood in the middle of the ring, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Battle of the Bands, and what better place to hold it than the home of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, Cleveland, Ohio!." At this the crowd went crazy, but Lillian continued, "And now, allow me to introduce the newest RAW diva, from Liverpool, England, Lexi!"
Linkin Park's Faint blasted throughout the arena as Lexi bounded out to the top of the ramp, the crowd went wild for the simple fact that she had managed to irritate Eric Bischoff on her first night. Raising her arms into the air, she signalled for the crowd to be louder, walking down the ramp, she slapped the fans hands and then jumped up onto the apron and jumped over the top rope, running to one corner she climbed the second turnbuckle and once again raised her hands for more noise. Jumping down she took a microphone from Lillian and stood in the centre of the ring.
"Hellooooooooooooooooo Cleveland," the crowd went wild, as Lexis scouse accent echoed around the arena. "It's time for the Battle of the Bands so lets get this party started." With that the whole arena blacked out as the first people made their way out. Suddenly the lights burst on revealing John Cena, Tha Trademarc and Bumpy Knuckles at the top of the ramp, they then started their performance of Bad Bad Man that blew the roof off the Gund Arena. When they had finished, Chris Jericho sauntered out and informed everyone that Fozzy would not be performing.
"Hold up, hold up," Lexi said, "You're tellin' me that because the fans are gonna boo you, that means you ain't performin', that just sounds like your scared of a little competition." The crowd ooooo'd at this waiting to see how Jericho would react.
"Listen up tuts, I'm not goin' to take any crap from a backward Brit. That's right, you probably wouldn't know good music if it hit you in the face, all you listen to is cheap crap." Jericho sneered.
"Well I listen to Fozzy" Lexi stated with a grin.
"Dayam, she just burned you good Y2Cheap, if you ain't gonna perform then leave the damn stage and let us show you how it's done properly." Cena said, flanked by Tha Trademarc and Bumpy Knuckles. Giving dirty looks to all tree man and to Lexi, Jericho left the top of the ramp looking thoroughly ticked off. Looking around Lexi decided to state the obvious, "Well boys and girls here are your winners, Bumpy Knuckles, Tha Trademarc and the WWE champion John Cena!"
Smiling up at the three men Lexi climbed out of the ring and made her way up to the ramp, as The Time Is Now was performed, she was stopped however by Cena who took her hand and planted a kiss on it. Smiling, Lexi nodded at Cena and made her way backstage to the diva's locker room.
At the end of the night, Lexi looked on with disgust as Chris Jericho raised Carlito's hand in victory, her blue eyes narrowed in anger when she saw Eric Bischoff applauding what they had done. Making her way back to the locker room from catering she saw Christy Hemme, one of the first friends she had made on RAW. Christy was not alone however, she was posing for pictures with another friend of Lexis, Eugene, smiling at the two Lexi carried on until she found that she was lost and couldn't remember how to get to the divas locker room.
She wandered around hoping to see something familiar until she heard a loud groan of pain, looking around to see where the noise had come from she noticed a locker room door open, peering inside she saw John Cena gingerly putting ice on the back of his neck. Deciding that she would help him and ask where the hell the divas locker room was, Lexi entered the room and approached Cena.
Cena heard a noise and saw two black converse clad feet in front of him, he looked up slowly to see a pair of low-rise baggy jeans, a black top that had three-quarter length sleeves and reached the midriff, written across in red were the words "Made In Liverpool" Cena completed his travel to see blue-grey eyes staring at him, with light brown, long, straight hair peeking out from under a denim cap.
"Are you gonna say somethin' or do I have to flick a switch?" Her strong scouse accent had a hint of amusement in it as she spoke.
"Well you're the one standin' in my locker room, so I'm assumin' you want somethin'" he replied. She smiled and he was mesmerized.
"I heard ye groanin' in pain and wondered if you was okay 'n' I'm kinda lost so I was wonderin' if you could tell me where the divas locker room is." She gave a sheepish grin and sat down next to him on the bench.
"Yeah I'm okay, I just need some painkillers 'n' I'm good to go an' the divas locker room, is the fourth door on the right down this hall." He told her with a grin.
"Cheers me dears, if your sure your okay I'm gonna go, see you next week Cena." With that she left the locker room and left Cena on his own.
"Oh I definitely will see you next week lil lady." Cena said quietly to himself and went back to putting ice on his head.