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Shane ripped into the locker room, Randy stood there with a cocky grin on his face.

"What's her name?" Shane asked forgetting the feeling he felt when he shook the new guy's hand.

"Never mind, did you meet the new kid?"

"Yeah, what's weird about him?" Shane asked intrigued.

Randy studied Shane's face and decided he wasn't a big enough threat to anything. Look at him, Randy thought, the kid's a joke.

"He's a she." Randy told him quietly.

"What?!" Shane yelped.

"Shut up Helms, she doesn't want anyone to know she's a girl."

"Why?" Shane hissed, "She's fuckin' hot."

"You thought she was a boy while ago." Randy looked at him.

"No, I wasn't quite sure, she looked at me when she shook my hand. At first I thought he liked me, now I know she does." Shane grinned.

"Oh no you don't," Randy grabbed his forearm, "she's mine. Back off."

Shane nodded keeping this as a mental note. "Okay dude, didn't mean to step on no toes there."

"No problem, but she is hot, isn't she?" Randy nudged him.

"Hell yeah, I can't wait to see what's under those clothes," Shane said rubbing his hands together grinning wickedly.

"I know." Randy agreed, "It's going to be hot whatever it is."

The were soon silent because Ray had walked in the room, "Hey Randy, Shane."

"Hey," Shane said, "Randy, I'm going to go talk to Trish, nice meeting you Ray, was it?"

She nodded, she really didn't want him to leave her with Randy, but after all, he did think she was boy.

"So," Randy said, watching her hoping she would change her clothes, "what are you going to do in terms of gear?"

"You're looking at it." She looked over her shoulder, she could tell by the look in his eye that he was cocky little something, used to getting his way, which is why he joined Evolution. Actually she wished that she could meet Evolution.

As if he were reading her mind he said, "It would be cool as hell if you could be the fifth member of Evolution."

"I don't think so." She said looking at him. "After all, you are all men and I am,"

"A boy." He said teasingly.

"You know something, you're right." She walked up to him so close their lips nearly touched, Ray knew how to use her sexuality when she wanted to, "Why don't see what you pull together."

"I will." He said reaching to kiss her, she moved abruptly.

"Thank you." She said sitting on the bench

"Hunter, I got to talk to you about something." Randy said.

"What's up?" Hunter looked up from the couch.

"There's this new kid,"

"You talking 'bout Ray?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, you know about him?"

"Yeah, all the girls are hot in the ass for him."

"Damn, anyway, I want him in Evolution."

"Why?" Hunter smirked.

"I don't know, maybe a go-for or something."

Hunter scratched his goatee, "Hmmm, that may not be a bad idea. I'll run it by Ric, see what he says."

"Alright, good luck tonight by the way. You know I got your back."

They touched fists, "I know."

Ray was on the mat just staring up at the ceiling; she had done every stretch her brain could come up with two times over. Now it was just time to relax and see how things went.

"Ray Jacobs," a tech snapped her from her trance.

"Yeah,"

"Mr. McMahon needs to see you."

She dragged herself from the lying position and trudged down the hall, she couldn't shake the cobwebs, maybe she wasn't ready for this.

"How are you doing there, Ray?"

"I'm great." She told him, it wasn't a complete lie. She was happy to be there.

"Good, the girls treating you okay?"

She raised her eyebrow, she hasn't laid eyes on a single female since she stepped foot in here.

"Oh Ray, you didn't?" Vince smirked remembering all too well that he too was fooled by her appearance.

"I did." She spoke softly waiting to be chastised by her boss for her behavior. But instead of yelling he did the oddest thing, he burst out laughing. "Sir?"

"Oh and no one knows you are a girl?"

"Well Randy does of course, and so does Jay. But other than that, I don't think anyone else knows, no."

His laughter only grew louder, "Oh my God, this is good, this is great."

"It is?" she was confused.

"Well yeah, I was going to pit you against a female, but I know you are better than that and I know you can handle more than a woman so instead I'm going to pit you against Randy again."

"Me and Randy?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No. I guess not."

"Have you thought about what you might call yourself yet?"

"Well I had some ideas, but they are all for women,"

"I see the problem, let me rack my brain, I'm sure I can come up with something before it's time. And you think too. See what you can think of."

"Okay." She reached out to shake his hand, "Thank you sir."

He wiped away the tears from his eyes, "No thank you. That's the best laugh I've had all day."

She walked down the hall down the hall pondering her new name. Well it's apparent that Syren wouldn't work now. She thought Torrid might work, Slayer works. I like Slayer, that would definitely work. Maybe I could combine them.

Randy caught up with her, "What are you calling yourself?"

"Torrid, the Slayer," she confided, "Or Slayer for short."

"Slayer?" Randy said.

"Problem?" she asked him cocking an eyebrow.

He threw his hands up in surrender, "None here."

She looked him up and down, sizing up her opponent for tonight. "Didn't think so." She walked away from him.

She thinks she's a bad bitch, it's about time she got knocked down to size. That's okay, whoever she faces tonight will show her that it's a big boy world and she's just a little girl playing house.

"Vince needs to see you about your match tonight." Randy snorted, kind of blowing it off, "Vince says immediately."

Randy went down to the office, "Vince, you needed to see me?"

Vince spun around in his revolving chair, "Hey Randy. Yeah about tonight, I'm going to have you wrestle Ray."

"What?!" Randy yelped, "She's a girl Vince, I could hurt her."

"Be honest with yourself Randy, do you honestly think?"

Randy nodded his head, Vince was right, Ray had no regard for her body, none what so ever.

"Okay."

"I have all the confidence in her that she would come out on top."

Randy nodded.

"And tell her I need to know what she plans to call herself."

"Torrid the Slayer. Or Slayer for short."

"Slayer, huh?" Vince rubbed his chin, "Well let's see how it works, just house show, nothing said it was written in stone.

This is such bullshit, Randy steamed, she was not going to beat him. He didn't give a damn how good she was, he was better. Damn it he was a part of Evolution, one of the baddest entity since DX. He was not going to lose to a bitch who thought she had balls.

"Did you know about this?" he screamed at her and she crouched in tiger position behind the curtain. She stood up, an evil glint in those pretty grey eyes. Even though this pissed him off, he could help but notice how sexy she was. He noticed that she had changed and now she wore a black outfit very similar to the sweats and T-shirt she wore earlier.

"Well did you?" he demanded again.

SHOUT!

She didn't answer him, she just went out as they cued her music.

"Bitch," he muttered.

HEAVY! I WANT IT HEAVY!

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

EITHER WAY YOU PICK YOU'RE WINDING DOWN

HEAVY!

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred ninety pounds, Torrid the Slayer."

YOU DON'T NEED TO CHANGE OUT REALLY, I KIND OF LIKE IT UGLY

Ray bounced inwardly to her music, Disturbed was one of her favorite bands, she was honored to have their song as her theme music.

LAY IT MEAN! BINDING, SEETHING, BLINDING, SCREAMING!

"And introducing his opponent, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds, Randy Orton."

Randy stared Ray down. He glared at her, a frightening look from the entrance ramp. Her stomach lurched, truth be told, he scared her.

You can take him, Ray. Don't let him intimidate you. You're better than he is, he's just another male, you'll beat him just like you beat Ricky, just like you beat him a few weeks ago, and any other male that stood in your way, she told herself. She rolled her neck, let's do this.

They locked up as soon as Randy could get his hands her, he tossed across the room as if she were a rag doll. She got back up and went after more. He climbed on top of her, smirking down at her, as if he owned her. Looking at him as if she feared him, she used her powerful leg muscles to flip his two hundred pound frame over her head, she rolled over on her stomach twisting his legs into a triangle leaning back so that it placed major pressure on his lower back.

Tap, tap, please God tap, she thought to herself, he tosses me across this ring one more time, I'm not going to be able to get back up. Sure enough he got one of his legs free, kicking her in her back, landing her on her face. Okay this is it.

She heard him hiss something along the lines of 'little bitch', but that's something she's all too used to.

"You can't beat me," he whispered to her.

She leaped up to her feet kicking him in both legs and then square in the chest. He landed on his back and she climbed to the top rope executing a perfect shooting star press.

SHOUT!

GATHER YOUR PSYCOTIC AND BRING THEM TO ME!

"Your winner, Torrid the Slayer." Ray stood up and looked up at the crowd, the light caught the glint in her grey eyes, she looked demonic, and that was a good thing as far as she was concerned.

Torrid wasn't going anywhere, she thought as she made her way backstage. She lay back down on the mat to cool down, she would get up in a second.

"Hey kid," Bill Goldberg towered over her, "that was one hell of a match."

"Thank you." She said almost forgetting to keep her voice low.

"Helluva match," he said again, shaking her hand, "keep that up and some of us won't be able to keep up with you."

She felt a tingle inside, Bill Goldberg, a veteran, in this business, saying this to her. Damn, she couldn't wait to call Corey. And it kept up like that for a little while, a lot of people telling her that she did a good job, that she was going to have one hell of a rookie year.

She stood up, ready to shower, change and get out of there to get some sleep, but as she stood someone pushed her down.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Randy yelled at her.

"Randy, don't make me," Ray fumed at him.

He got up in her face, "Don't forget, I know what you are."

She stared him down, not at all intimidated by his antics, and she had had just about enough of him.

"Oh that's good, because I know what you are as well," she looked down at his crotch. "I saw it when I first arrived in the locker room as you reached for your towel, but my advice, just between you and me," she got real close her voice hushed, "have a big one, don't be a big one."

Ray walked off leaving him to do nothing but flush with anger. She was not the one to wreck with.

Now either you were with me or against me, pick one, before I pick one for you, she thought as she made her way into the locker room, and I guarantee you don't want me to pick for you.