(Yes, I realize that DDP probably does not have a daughter in real life. But hey, this is fanfiction, and this is what came to me, so I'm gonna go with it. Nobody throw flaming poo or pitchforks or something at me, got it? I'm not sure where this is going, or who I'll put Isabelle with ultimately, but..If you like what you see here, so far, review and let me know. FYI: It was way hard to write my original character as hating AJ Lee because I do happen to like her, her gimmick just annoys me sometimes.)

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Isabelle rolled her eyes in annoyance as she watched what was going down on the monitor in front of her, her long tan legs reclined on the edge of the counter as she gaped and then began to laugh as she muttered, "Did she really just lick her?"

Kaitlyn spoke up from behind the newest addition to the Diva roster and then said "So you do talk.."

"Only when I wanna." Isabelle said quietly as she asked, "So AJ.. She gets off on licking people when she's beaten them, yeah?"

"Basically, yes. And she's only beating them with that new move, Black Widow." Kaitlyn said as she asked, "Why?"

"Just an idea I'm getting. Hold my red bull real quick would ya?" Isabelle asked as she shoved the red bull in Kaitlyn's direction and sprang up from her chair, grabbing it and folding it, this obsession with nailing the little sack of insanity in the head and ending her stupidity taking hold.

Natalya raised a brow as she and Kaitlyn watched the quiet loner of the Diva roster make her way down the ramp, chair in hand. "Now something tells me she's not going to sit down and talk to AJ with that chair.." Layla muttered, walking over as Natalya smirked and said "Well, it looks like we might get someone on our side after all, girls."

"And you were saying earlier this week that you didn't trust her, Nattie?" Kaitlyn asked as she raised a brow, hiding a laugh. Cameron and Naomi burst into laughter as the song Back In Black started to play over the Tron and the girl from moments before made her way down to the ring, skipping, almost as if she were making fun of AJ.

"Is she mocking her?" Layla asked as Natalya laughed and said "Yeah.. starting to really kick myself for doubting who's side she'd be on.. But in my defense, the girl acts like she hates everyone, or at the very least, tolerates them."

"Damn… She's swinging that chair, isn't she?" Cameron said as Naomi high fived and laughed.

AJ was still high on her win over Alicia Fox, and she was doing her usual bit, skipping around her opponent, chanting some god awful nursery rhyme when the lights went dim and the song "Back In Black" started to play over the Tron.

Jerry chuckled and said "And apparently, our newest addition, Isabelle Page has something she wants to say."

When Jerry said the last name of the newest diva, the girls in front of the monitor turned, looked at one another in shock, gaping.

"Hang on.. Did he just say Page, as in Diamond Dallas?" Natalya asked, as she muttered, "I wondered what the hell DDP was talking about, the name carrying on, earlier on Twitter."

"She's DDP's kid?"

"Shut the fuck up, seriously?" Kaitlyn muttered as they stood there, wondering how the hell they didn't know this already. Then again, the girl really didn't tell many people about herself to begin with and she hadn't went out of her way to befriend a lot of the other Divas.

Down in the ring, AJ raised a brow at the sudden appearance of the newest Diva, sizing her up. "Excuse me, are you retarded?" she asked in annoyance as she twisted her hair, shuffled her feet in the ring, her brown eyes gleaming as she looked at the girl who wasn't much taller than her with curiousity.

Isabelle took the mic and then paced a little as she raked her hand through dirty blonde hair, thinking of just how blunt she could be on pg era television and get by with, before finally just going with it and saying, "No, Lee, but apparently you are, darlin'."

AJ gaped at her, and then said "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Lee. I called you retarded. Not crazy or insane, or cuckoo for coco puffs.. I called you a damn retard. Because this skipping shit? That's what you look like, darlin'." Isabelle said as she smirked, waited on AJ's gasket to blow, standing there, calmly, her arms crossed as she sized AJ up.

"Oh really? Because see, I don't happen to think that." AJ said as she glared, going into her angry zone, her eyes getting bigger.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and then raised the mic again to her lips, "Give me a break.. Are you really serious right now ? "

AJ started towards her, and Isabelle smirked, showing the chair she'd been hiding behind her for a while now, swinging it at her, nailing her with it.

Hey, McMahon did tell her she could be either a heel or a face, but she needed to pick a side. And he had given her free reign over what she did to introduce herself to the WWE Universe. Maybe he should have clarified that he meant 'other than picking a fight with my little pet.'

Either way, as soon as AJ was down, Isabelle smirked and then quietly started to skip around AJ, taunting her, stopping to kick her in the ribs a time or two as she put her hand to her mouth and giggled with glee about it.

Jerry and Michael exchanged looks and asked, "Is she .. giggling right now?"

"Apparently, she thinks it's funny." JBL said as he studied the girl with interest. He knew her uncle Diamond Dallas Page, and he'd met her a few times when she was a smaller child, because for a long time, DDP raised his niece and the two were almost like father and daughter.

Hell, DDP even trained her.

And apparently, she'd decided that like her uncle, she was going to be a bad guy. JBL smirked as he wondered aloud, "Wonder how DDP is reacting to this?"

AJ stood and lunged for Isabelle, both of them going to the floor as Isabelle flipped her onto her back and said just loudly enough that her body mic picked up "Now that's not fair.. I like to be on top." while she worked on getting AJ into a sitting position, going for a sleeper hold.

AJ fought against the hold, almost getting out, but she couldn't because Isabelle clearly had it locked in and wasn't giving in the slightest. She slumped over, and when she did, Isabelle smirked as she leaned down, licked AJ's face then said " Figured that'd shut your annoying ass up." Before getting up calmly, walking back through the curtain and into the locker room, taking her red bull from a shocked Kaitlyn and unfolding her chair, flopping into it, noisily.

She felt the eyes on her, but she didn't care, simply sitting, watching the next match as she sipped her Red Bull and ignored the stares.

Let them wonder about her for a while. She really wasn't looking to prove anything, she'd just reacted to the stupidity that was what she'd been watching on the monitor backstage. She didn't really have a problem with AJ Lee, but she damn sure didn't like the girl, either.

Finally, Natalya spoke up and asked, "Are you Diamond Dallas Page's daughter?"

"Nope. His niece.. But hell, the man raised me, so…" Isabelle answered calmly, as she sipped her Red Bull, disinterested again.

"Girl, you did a number on AJ with that chair.. What'd she do to you?" Cameron and Naomi asked as Isabelle shrugged and muttered, "She was fucking annoying me with all that damn skipping. I kinda can't control my temper."

"Good to know." Layla joked as she smiled and said "Layla."

"I know this, yes." Isabelle said as she smiled back and then added, "Also a bit sarcastic."

"So, how'd you manage to go under the radar? I mean how come none of the fans know who you're related to?"

"Because I wanted to make it in based on how damn good I was, not who my uncle happened to be. You can admire that, right?" Isabelle asked, studying the pink and blonde haired female intently, before gulping down the rest of her red bull noisily, and aiming it at a nearby garbage bin, adding, "Don't want any special treatment. I just wanna kick ass."

"So you do this because you like to fight?"

"Yeah. Turns out, it's a hell of a lot cheaper than anger management therapy. Tried that, shit didn't work for me." Isabelle said as she looked at Kaitlyn, the blonde/black haired girl who'd asked her that.

"I guess if you want to look at it that way." Alicia muttered as she high fived Isabelle who shrugged and then said "it's been fun girls.. But I'm off to grab the last box of pizza before that god damn ape Ryback gets his hands on it." as she stood and walked out of the locker room, then down the hallway.

She'd just turned a corner when she collided with Ryback. Rolling her eyes, she said calmly, "Move your ass, ape."

"Or what, midget?"

"Or I'll rip off your cock and shove it down your throat." Isabelle said while smiling this sinister yet sweet smile at the much larger man. Her uncle always taught her, it wasn't the size of the man in the fight, but the size of the fight in the man, so she was a feisty little thing, and mouthy.

"Oh really? Think you can? Wanna try?" Ryback asked as he smirked. This was amusing to him, the mouthy little dirty blonde thinking she could actually hurt him. If he had to bet, he'd be almost willing to bet that she was probably terrified of him right now.

Of course, that was until out of nowhere, her left fist connected with his nose as she smirked and said "Gonna try this again, Rytard. Move."

Ryback glared and holding his nose said "Bitch." as he smirked and watched her shove past him, muttering to himself, "I like 'em feisty."

Once she was inside the catering area, she grabbed a plate and started piling it high with pizza, paying no mind to anything other than the loud growling of her stomach. She checked her cell phone and laughed at her uncle texting her and basically saying she'd been amusing and on fire tonight. She texted him back and started to eat, unaware that across the room, AJ was glowering in the corner, watching her angrily.

As were one or two of the males on the roster.

As usual, Isabelle Page didn't really actually give a damn about anything going on around her. Instead, her mind was going a million miles an hour with plans. She'd chosen a side tonight, and she had to decide what move to make next now.

Because she probably just started a feud with the crazy chick on the roster, and now she'd have to embrace her own inner insanity and stay one step ahead of her. Not really a concern.

All in all, not a bad way to make her entrance and make a splash. But hey, she didn't ask AJ to annoy the living hell out of her by doing what she did best, now did she? And she couldn't help that AJ gave her ammo earlier when she'd done all that after winning her match.

Bragging the way she was, the girl was practically begging to be taken down a peg or two. For Isabelle, this wasn't about titles or anything. She'd go for the title on her own time.

Right now, what she'd done tonight was a little too much fun to resist.

"Maybe I should attack a Bella next. They annoy me too, come to think of it." Isabelle muttered as she licked marinara from her fingers and finished off her pizza, throwing the paper plate into the garbage.

Her moment was finally here, and she was going to have fun with it. Because she'd been working her ass off to get to this point in her life. Little did she know that after tonight, she might just have bitten off more than she could chew.

Not that it mattered of course because as stated before, Isabelle was just enjoying her time in the big leagues. And if tonight had been fun, she couldn't wait until her first actual match…