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Ava crossed her arms and stared with a scowl at the small monitor in the women's dressing room as AJ Lee did the new finisher, Black Widow, and took down another opponent, then skipped around the other Diva's fallen form.

"I could show that bitch crazy.. I mean she only thinks she's the baddest bitch on the block. If I really wanted, I could make her piss herself in mortal terror" Ava muttered, thinking that as usual, nobody in the Diva's locker room was paying her insignificant loner ass any real attention.

The tap to her shoulder a few seconds later proved that theory wrong and she turned around, fist raised and saw a smirking Kaitlyn standing there. "What?"

"Just think that you should put your money where you mouth is, that's all."

"This? Coming from you? Seriously, Bonin? I'm not like, scared of her.. And you don't actually fuckin know me like that, Bonin so you might wanna back the fuck off." Ava said as she stood up just a little on her tiptoes to meet the steady warm brown gaze of Kaitlyn, current Diva's champ and current enemy of AJ Lee as of late.

There was no way in hell she was getting caught up in the middle of some petty, second grade bullshit catfight. Especially when she didn't have any feelings either way towards either female involved.

"So in other words, Levy.. You're actually a pussy in a badasses leather and combat boots, huh?" Kaitlyn asked, brow raised, hint of a smirk on her face.. She'd watched Ava enough to know that Ava never backed down when she felt like her badass was in question.

Whether it be a barroom brawl or just a match.. She hated to be challenged and called out and she most certainly hated to lose said challenge.

"You think so, huh, Bonin? Well then.. Hold my sandwich, hon and watch this shit.. You're gonna want to watch it real close, now. Let it be a warning to you and all these other bitches.. Because, Bonin.. I want that belt. And I'm gonna gun for your ass next. And anybody who gets in my motherfuckin way."

She shoved past Kaitlyn who laughed to herself thinking that Ava Levy was just blowing hot air, that she was going to continue to sit back and do nothing as she'd been doing for nearly 3, hell closer to 4 years by now..

Then One Finger And A Fist came on over the Tron out front and AJ looked up just in time to get taken down by a huricanarana.. And then for good measure, Ava Levy grabbed a chair, slid into the ring, skipping around AJ Lee's fallen form.

AJ looked up at her, confusion in those big brown eyes of hers and Ava leaned down, took AJ's collar and licked her cheek then said loudly enough to be heard via their individual mics, "Nothin personal Lee.. I was getting god damn sick of your fuckin need to skip and sing.. Shit happens when I'm on PMS."

She stood and slid out of the ring, threw the chair down next to a stunned table of announcers and walked back up the ramp, all barely controlling her own laughter at the situation.

She walked back into the Diva's locker room and when Kaitlyn gaped at her, Ava took a bite of the sandwich Kaitlyn had been holding for her calmly and then said "Told you, Bonin.. Don't ever fuckin challenge me. Any questions, ladies?" as she fixed her eyes on her fellow Divas and calmly continued to eat the sandwich she held in her hands.

Inside, she was a nervous wreck, but to anybody who was watching her that night, they'd all remark that she looked calm and rather intense. But 3 years of nothing had been slowly eating at her. Watching all the new girls with the models looks and no actual heart or guts come in and take what she wanted?

Simply put, Ava Levy had finally found her bottom, she'd finally reached her limit and when Kaitlyn issued that challenge earlier in the night?

She'd given Ava the ammo she needed to finally go insane.

"Guess I'm gonna get my shit out of my locker now. Probably going to get my ass fired."

"Actually, kid, we're thinking.. Maybe you should have a match against AJ on Smackdown." Paul Levesque spoke up, watching her from the doorway, smirking.

She gave him a strange look and then he said with a smirk "And we're thinking it'd be good for business if you tag teamed with Kaitlyn here.. Since she did push you to do that tonight.."

"Fuck no.. I do not tag with anybody.."

"And I want to tag with a girl who just threatened to take my title, why? How do I trust her?"

"I don't fuckin trust you either, hon so don't flatter yourself."

"In your ass, Levy."

"Fuck yourself, Bonin."

"See? It's goin good already, girls." Paul Levesque smirked as he walked out. The combat boot flew out of the dressing room a few moments later and judging by the amount of swearing, Ava Levy was not a happy little raven right now..

But hey. She was the one who attacked the current top selling Diva. And Kaitlyn had challenged her to do it.. He couldn't have those two attacking the girls who actually made him money and put asses in the seats any old time they wanted, now could he?

Because it was not best for business.. And Levesque.. He was all about what was best for business these days.

Those two divas needed a little lesson and he figured AJ and Layla El could teach them their place. Since apparently they'd forgotten or something.

Ava glared at Kaitlyn and when AJ limped in, Ava tackled her right back out into the hallway, almost choking her. "You laughing little cunt! It's all your motherfuckin fault.. If you hadn't annoyed me."

AJ struggled to breathe and Kaitlyn grabbed Ava, pulled her off and stood between the girls. " Move your ass, Bonin."

"Make me, Levy."

"I'll fucking take your spear and use it against you, I swear to Christ.. That skipping little bitch deserved tonight.. Only reason she's getting any kind of a real push except the one she deserves, which is in front of a moving subway, is because she's the boss's little pet. She'll buy into their shit and she doesn't mind doing every little thing they tell her."

"Oh really? At least I actually have a career, Levy.. What have you got? A bottle of booze when you go back to the hotel? Because it's not like you have any real talent.. Or friends for that matter."

"That's it.. I'm gonna spear her brains all over the walls, ladies. Move, Bonin or I'm gonna take you with her."

From outside the shut dressing room, a few of the males on the roster looked at each other with raised brows.. Tonight they'd seen something that quite a few of them thought actually hilarious. And tonight, they'd seen the real Ava Levy come out.

And it'd been an insane, crazy, wild and kind of awesome thing.. Normally, she hardly spoke to anyone unless it was a remark dipped in acidic wit or sarcasm and dry humor. Normally, she didn't let anything rattle her.

Tonight, though, AJ had apparently rattled her enough that she'd felt the urge to shut the skipping little crazy girl on their roster up.

And it'd made at least one or two of the guys personally curious.. And amused.. Definitely amused.