Ramira's Monday was spent exploring the French Quarter, buying a few things for her stage outfit and making calls home explaining to friends and family to watch her on Thursday night, when the show aired.

Clad in red Dickie work pants and a wife beater Ramira knocked on the women's dressing room. A blonde headed Lilian stuck her head out to see who it was.

"Ramira? I was wondering when you were going to come," she yelled excitedly.

Lilian hugged the young woman. Unused to the affection Ramira went stiff and just patted her on the back rather awkwardly. "Hey how are you doing," Ramira questioned.

"Oh I've been just fine. Dave finally asked me out on a date," she replied excitedly.

"Dave?" Ramira struggled to put a face to the name

"Batista that sexy looking beast on Raw," Lilian giggled.

"Oh that one," Ramira thought hard finally when his face popped into her mind. "Oh that one," she exclaimed. "You sure know how to pick them lady," she laughed at Lilian.

"Well laugh all you want missy one of these days you'll find yourself in love too," Lilian joked.

"I think not," Ramira shot back quickly.

As the night wore on Ramira got more and more prepared, Lilian helped her prepare her makeup at first before she had to hurry out ringside to start announcing.

Ramira put on a pair of short shorts over pink tights with black fishnets over it. She wore her trusty Doc Martin boots that went midway up her shins, and popped a Distillers cut up t-shirt over a black camisole. Lastly she put her hair up into a pony tail and put on her fingerless black biker gloves. Fixing her septum piercing in her nose before going out on stage Ramira sighed into the mirror.

Some days I wish I could just be normal and as beautiful as Lilian Ramira wished.

An abrupt knock on the woman's door brought Ramira back to reality. Miss Jackie answered the door and nodded to Ramira signaling that her time was up.

"You gettum' rookie," she smiled.

Following the stage hand through the arena to the gorilla, Ramira started to breathe heavily. Well its time to show them what I got she thought.

It was a moment later that she noticed that Crazed Young Peeling by the Distillers was playing.

Ramira stood at the top of the walkway and struck a pose. With her hand on her hip and a sneer on her lips she was silently mouthing "Fuck Off" to the cameras. When the words "Well the birds have been freed from their cages" blared out of the loudspeakers she sauntered down the walkway.

Walking up the stairs to the ring she stared at the ropes. Grasping the top rope she jumped over them.

Lilian announced "At one hundred and thirty pounds from the streets of Buffalo New York Truant!"

The crowd responded mildly to Lilian's announcement. Many fans were just plain baffled by the street urchin in the middle of the ring.

Walking to the center of the ring she smiled a bit at the crowd before Stacey's music started. The Diva got a loud pop from the audience as she shimmed through the ropes.

"Your going down bitch," Kiebler said haughtily.

"Well see about that," Ramira yelled.

Squaring up in the middle of the ring it suddenly became very apparent to Stacey that Ramira was much stronger than her. Throwing her into the corner Ramira quickly moved into a spear into the corner. Stacey let out a squeak of surprise at the forcefulness of the new comer.

Standing up she grabbed Stacey by the back of her head and dragged her to the middle of the ring. Pulling her close she then attempted to whip Stacey into the ropes, however, Ms. Kiebler was a bit too quick for that. Bringing her boot up she caught Ramira right in the face.

Her sharp heel caught the fragile skin right above Ramira's eye. As the skin tore, blood began to run down her face. Noticing now that Stacey was above her, because the blow had landed her on her back, she rolled on to her side and attempted to pull herself up.

But by then Stacey had taken advantage of Ramira's disadvantage and exploited it by bulldogging her into the ground. Shaking her head to free the cobwebs that started invading her mind, she vague felt being rolled over, the first time the referee's hand hit the mat it jarred her senses, and by the second time she had recovered.

Pushing Stacey off of her she stood up. Stacey attempted to smack Ramira in her face, but she caught her hand and brought it behind Stacey's back.

Hearing the screams come from the popular Diva, she let her arm go. Desperately trying to scramble to the corner, Stacey looked around for anything to get her out of the ring. However, it was too late.

Ramira managed to grab her ankle and pull into the ring. Her face bloodied she lifted Stacey up and performed a swinging neck breaker, which quickly brought the Diva to the ground.

Gathering up into a pin Ramira waited for the referee to call the three count. When he finally did she began to stand up shakily Ramira looked through the blood pouring down her face and saw that Stacey was being carried away in a stretcher, plucking a microphone from Lilian she smiled and spoke, "It's all fun and games until someone gets knocked the fuck out, then its my job."

Raising her arms she smiled cockily at the crowd. Although the reaction was ones of jeers and mixed chants it was still a much better reaction than what she got in the beginning.

Tossing the microphone down, she rolled underneath the bottom rope and marched up the ramp. Her head held high.