A/N: Right, so, this plot bunny came to me some time ago and it wouldn't leave me alone for anything. I don't own a thing except for my OC, as usual. Not sure how far this'll go, but let's take a whack at it, shall we? I thought I'd take a break from "Drag Me To Hell" for a moment. I'm having a little trouble with it. Writer's block is a bitch.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please help me welcome the new WWE Diva's Champion, Alexaaaaa Wolf!"

A wolf's howl and Static-X's "Push It" blared throughout the venue and the crowd got to it's feet as a blonde haired beauty clad in leather came down the ramp on a motorcycle with the Diva's Championship around her waist. The audience whistled and cheered and screamed for the Brooklyn native as she turned off her machine, climbed into the ring and grabbed a mic before facing the crowd. Her blue orbs scanned the people in the arena, reading the various signs that showed their love.

"'Ey, how's it goin'?" Alexa asked, her Brooklyn accent showing thick. The crowd screamed and the natural blonde smirked. "Well, I'm glad to hear that I ain't the only who's happy about me winnin' this puppy." Alexa unclasped the belt from around her waist and held up with one hand for everyone to see. She lowered it after a moment and put it over her shoulder. "Now, I know that Beth Phoenix is pretty pissed off at me for kickin' her ass last week, not to mention the fact that I also kicked Natalya's ass afterward for tryin' to hit me with a chair." She paused to let the crowd boo at the Divas of Doom. "Yeah, yeah, well, I got the prize didn't I?" The crowd cheered and screamed. While they did that, Alexa took out a Nutty Bar from her jacket pocket, unwrapped it and started munching on it. Before she could speak again, another voice made itself known.

"Alexa! Alexa!" The raspy voice that made people cringe and the mouth that it came out of and the body attached to everything else came walking out with a mic. People started booing like crazy and Alexa gave John Laurinaitis a dirty look as he started to walk down to the ring. "Now, Alexa. I just wanna be the first to congratulate you on your victory last week." Alexa gave a stiff nod and John climbed into the ring. "Now, being the Diva's champion means carrying a lot of responsibility-"

"I know that."

"Excuse me?"

"I know that being the Diva's champion means carryin' a lot of responsibility." Alex reiterated. "This ain't my first reign, ya know." The crowd cheered, remembering that she was Diva's champ for almost a year back in 2007 before losing it to Melina.

John thought about this for a moment. "Oh yes. My apologies. I'm sorry."

Alexa shrugged indifferently. "Eh. It happens, Mac." She took another bite out of her Nutty Bar and John grimaced.

"Uhm...what are you doing?" He asked.

Alexa raised a brow as she chewed. "Huh?"

"Are you eating a Nutty Bar?" John asked incredulously.

Alexa nodded and swallowed what she had in her mouth. "Yeah."

"Why?"

Alexa looked at him like he was stupid. "Uh, because I can?" She took another bite.

"Uh, no you cannot. Throw it away." John commanded.

Alexa raised a brow and swallowed before speaking. "You really think I'm gonna listen to yous, Mac? Look. If I wanna eat a Nutty Bar inside this ring, I'll eat a damn Nutty Bar inside this ring." The crowd cheered for the freedom of eating the delicious chocolate treat. "Hell!" She exclaimed with a small laugh. "If I wanna have sex inside this ring, then damn it all, I'll have sex inside this ring! But not with you, 'cause you're gross." The audience laughed and cheered. "Ya see, I don't follow anyone's rules. I follow my own rules, but I eventually end up breakin' those, too."

"Now young lady-"

"Don't 'young lady' me, Laurinaitis." Alexa interrupted. "I'm twenty-eight freakin' years old." She paused, eating the rest of the Nutty Bar before speaking again. "Now it's time for me to tell yous somethin' that I've been wantin' to say since you began your little romp through fairytale land thinkin' that you own the place." She didn't give him a chance for a rebuttal. "I'd like to know who in God's name you think youse are comin' out here night in and night out, causin' trouble for one of the greatest superstars to ever set foot in this business." The crowd cheered and Alexa spoke again. "And in case you're too slow to get who I'm referrin' to, I'm talkin' about the WWE Champion, CM Punk." The crowd erupted into applause at the mention of the Chicago native. "Now, I know that it ain't my place to say anything and I know that Punk doesn't need any defendin', but good God, I'm pretty sure that he's the only one in this business who has the balls to stand up to your Dictatorship like he has been." She let out a light chuckle. "Ya know, I could barely stand because I was laughin' so hard when he nonchalantly called youse a 'douche bag stooge.'" The crowd laughed and cheered. "Unlike you, Laurinaitis, I have a huge amount of respect for CM Punk. The man knows what he's doin' when he's unleashin' his silver tongue on you," She turned to look at Michael Cole. "And you." She turned back around again to face Laurinaitis.

"Alexa, you have no right to speak to me like that." John said firmly. The Diva's Champ just lifted an indifferent eyebrow. "Now if you don't watch what you say, I can easily take that belt away from you."

"Oh are youse challengin' me to a match, Johnny Ace?" Alexa asked as she adjusted the belt on her shoulder. The crowd started chanting 'Kick His Ass' and the natural blonde just smirked.

"Alexa, Punk isn't the only one with a silver tongue." John said. "I too can get feisty if need be."

Alexa pretended to shudder. "I'm shakin', Mr. Laurinaitis. Please don't gimme a tongue lashin'!" The crowd laughed but the Interim-GM didn't find this at all amusing.

"You asked for it, Alexa. Next week on Raw, you are to defend your title against the woman whom you took it away from last week! The Glamazon; Beth Phoenix!"

"Don't yell, ya might strain your voice." Alexa said in dry concern.

"And, one more thing, Alexa." He paused for dramatic effect. "It's going to be a Street Fight." The crowd was deafening as they yelled and screamed. "No count outs, no disqualifications. Everything is a weapon."

Alexa nodded. "Alright, Laurinaitis. A Street Fight, it is."

"And remember, you're defending your title."

Alexa smirked. "Got it, boss." She shoved the mic into Laurinaitis' chest and raised the title above her head. Her music played and the Interim-GM watched her climb out of the ring, cinch the title around her waist, hop on her machine and gun it to life, speeding off backstage.

Amanda parked the motorcycle near a stagehand. It wasn't her bike, she just rode the copies of it each week on Raw. She nodded to the stagehand who wheeled it away and Amanda put her title over her shoulder and walked back to her locker room. She couldn't help but think about how dumb John Laurinaitis really was. If he even knew her, which he didn't, then he would've known that Amanda used to get into street fights all the time back in Brooklyn when she was a kid.

Amanda Michelle Silverstein has been in the WWE since she was nineteen years old. It had been a little hard for her considering that her father was none other than Andrew Dice Clay. The loudmouth, tell-it-like-it-is comedian who was famous for his dirty nursery rhymes amongst other things. Her dad was a nice guy, he just didn't take any shit from anyone and neither did his daughter. Being an asshole ran in her blood.

Laurinaitis seemed to think that she was afraid of the she-beast named Beth Kocianski, but she wasn't. Amanda wasn't afraid of a damn thing. She's been that way since she first started in the WWE. She didn't take anybody's crap and everyone knew it. If anything, everyone steered clear of Amanda Silverstein when she walked into an arena. She wasn't only vicious in the ring, but she was also a hot head outside of the ring. It scared a lot of the Divas, more so than others. Amanda didn't care. Besides, these people were her co-workers, not potential friends. But what she said out there about Phil Brooks was true. She really did have respect for the man. There were only a few superstars that she respected and he was one of them. She didn't have any respect for her fellow Divas. They were a bunch of catty bitches who worried more about their make-up than their wrestling abilities. True, Beth and Nat did wrestle in high school just like Amanda, but the Divas of Doom were just as bad as the other women in the locker room.

Cody Runnels was walking her way with his IC belt over his shoulder. Cody wasn't a bad guy like he portrayed in the ring. He was actually a nice, sweet boy with a heart of gold. He was another wrestler whom Amanda respected because he had great skills just like his father. Cody grinned at her and Amanda gave a nod as they passed each other.

Amanda arrived at her locker room, entered it, and slouched against the door after she closed it behind her. Her pinched the bridge of her nose. A headache was coming on. It was a good thing that she didn't have a match tonight. Amanda put the belt in her locker, sat down on the burgundy couch and turned on the monitor to see Josh Mathews.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the WWE Champion, CM Punk." The camera panned over to the Straight Edge superstar and the belt over his broad shoulder. He had that infamous smirk across his face. "CM Punk, I wanna ask you, what are your thoughts about what Alexa Wolf just got through saying about respecting you and telling the Interim-GM John Laurinaitis that you have more guts than anyone else in this business?" He held the mic to Punk's mouth.

"Josh, first of all she didn't say 'guts', she said 'balls'." Amanda couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Second, I'm happy that she respects me. I mean, it's nice to know that someone was willing to openly say to millions of people that she respects me and my tongue." He tongued his piercing before speaking again. "I'm also happy that she can eat Nutty Bars in the ring and not be ashamed of herself for eating such goodness. I'm also happy that she's not afraid of getting into a street fight with the Glamazon." He looked at the camera. "Good luck on your match next week, Alexa." He winked, slapped Josh on the back and walked away. The camera panned back over to Josh.

"Thanks, Punk."

Amanda smirked. "Yeah. Thanks, Punk." The monitor showed Cody Rhodes in the ring waiting for his opponent who turned out to be John Hennigan, or Morrison. Whichever you preferred. He didn't really care what you called him outside of the ring. Amanda wasn't a big fan of the Shaman of Sexy. Actually she was split 50/50 on it. Sure he was a great wrestler with some excellent high flying moves, but on the other hand he was one of the biggest playboys she ever had the displeasure of working with. With a sigh, Amanda shut off the monitor and started getting back into her street clothes.

Stupid John Laurinaitis.

A/N: Not even sure where this one is gonna go. Like I said; plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone. Buh. Anyways, you can review if you like.