"Weighing in at 125 lbs, from Texas, it's Hayleigh Austin." the ring announcer called out as the theme song she'd only just picked, love bites and so do I, began to play over the Tron. She smirked as she bounced on the tips of her toes, and then walked down the ramp, casually, sliding into the ring.

AJ stood on the other side, looking confident, smug. It was supposed to be an easy win, or at least that's what she figured, because she was the champion, surely they wouldn't give her someone too hard to fight, right? The second the bell rang and Hayleigh started towards her, swinging her to the mat by her hair as if it were the easiest thing in the world, AJ got the distinct feeling that she'd just made the worst assumption in her career, she'd just pegged Hayleigh completely wrong.

She hadn't been expecting Hayleigh to actually fight, because for the love of God, she'd worked in a bar before coming onto the roster. As a bartender/dancer. Or at least that's what Google pulled up about one Hayleigh Austin when AJ went digging for dirt she could use on her if need be.

"Surprised a little, hon?" Hayleigh asked as she headbutted AJ who gave her an uppercut to the stomach that had her doubling over, a little winded but not so much that she didn't automatically drive her own shoulder into AJ's stomach while she was down and bring her down with her.

"Not really, it just means I'll have to pull out all my best moves for you. Pity, I was saving them for someone worth the time." AJ muttered as Hayleigh laughed, straddled her, crashed her head off the mat a few times and said calmly, "Oh really? See, now, that's where you're wrong, AJ.. We both know that this? It's all you got."

"Oh you think so, because see, my finisher, you might of heard of it? The Black Widow? It tends to disagree with you, Hayleigh.. Why don't you do yourself a favor and quit pretending you belong here, go back to working that bar?"

Hayleigh growled and grabbed her up, tossing her to the mat like a rag doll. She'd been holding back before, wanting to at least save some of her energy for any brawls she might get in backstage after this, with her quick temper, she stood to reason she'd probably wind up in at least one before the show went off air for the night.. But now, with AJ obviously trying to bait her?

She was pulling out all the stops.

Including exposing a turnbuckle when the ref wasn't looking and AJ was stumbling around, trying to get her bearings then slamming her head into it at least twice, smirking about it. She climbed the ropes, got AJ into position to do a huricanarana, and when AJ landed, she dove down, landing on top of her. AJ turned them over, straddling her, slapping her with open hands as she choked at her and Hayleigh did her damn best to choke back.

"Wow, this is an intense match."

"I don't think either one of them like one another."

"Personally, if you go by the interview she did with Matt during the break before the match, I don't think Hayleigh Austin likes anyone." Michael Cole muttered as he watched the match with curiousity.

The bell rang and the referee declared it a draw, Hayleigh grumbled, but she knew next time she'd get AJ, if it was the absolute last thing she did. Of course, she wasn't satisfied with a draw by any means, so she slid from the ring, grabbed the Divas title belt and when AJ Lee turned around to gloat, she got the butterfly from her own title belt emblazoned painfully on her forehead.

She lie on the mat and Hayleigh tossed the belt down after staring at it a moment, holding it in her hands. Then she leaned over and spat on AJ, kicking at her a little. "Aww, you act like that hurt, crazy bitch. Get up, Lee, damn.. You're pathetic."

She limped backstage, smirking to herself as she went. The second she was in catering, she shoved a 5 dollar bill into the hands of someone and said "Beer. Concession stand. Now."

When Matt Stryker came by to do the post match interview, she rubbed it in as she mocked AJ's 'nursery rhyme' with one of her own about how soon AJ wasn't going to have anything left because she was going to take that damn belt, one way or another.

A beer was shoved into her hands a few seconds later and she popped the top, practically inhaling the foamy bitter liquid in one pass as she smirked and mocked AJ's skipping by skipping off down the hallway.

But as she rounded the corner, she was met head on with a very pissed off Big E Langston who grabbed at her. Before she could fight loose properly, he slumped forward and Ziggler, who she couldn't really stand said "Nothing personal babe.. I've just always hated that fucking guy."

"I coulda had that, Ziggles, but thanks. He wasn't worth the waste of energy." Hayleigh said as she kicked at Big E then said "Oh and by the way, tell AJ if she has a problem with me? Don't send her overgrown ape to kick my ass.. Bring it on, woman to woman. I'll be waiting."

The pissed off Texas native stormed down the hallway, her hand in her sweat matted, wildly curly brownish blonde hair. Now she was really in a bad mood.. Maybe a few drinks would help her calm down.

"Yeah.. I'm feeling a drunk coming on." she muttered as she tossed her keys in the air, then walked out of the arena and into the parking garage. She didn't have any other appearances on the show tonight, nor did she have any matches, so she could go out, get her cooler out of the trunk and come back in, watch the show in the green room with some of the others that didn't have any air time tonight.

She wasn't leaving the building because if AJ called her out? She was going back down to the ring and beating the crap out of her. There was no way in hell AJ was going to mess around in her head. And it wasn't like she had any reason to hide anything.

She deserved to be here as much as anyone else. She'd wanted this, worked towards this, her entire life. Now that she had a chance to do it, she was going all in. And she didn't care who got in her way in the process, she'd take them down too, if she had to.