Alright! A next Ashley chapter from Mikki! Hope you'll enjoy it and please comment! Happy reading!

Ashley

Randy's the kind of guy who when you first meet, the first impression you get is that he is one hundred percent cocky. Back to the night of the draft lottery, it was pretty obvious that I couldn't stand him and to be in the same room with him was only just about bearable. Now, I wouldn't change the outcome of my match with Layla, on the night of the draft lottery though? That was a whole different story...

"The following diva's match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will win the draft pick for their brand..."

As the announcer trailed off, Extreme Expose member Layla appeared from the curtain area to her music and with a smile on her face. I knew she wasn't so experienced in terms of wrestling so hopefully I would be able to get the win for Smackdown, the brand which was doing well so far. I didn't want to let my side down and let ECW get the next pick so I took a deep breath to prepare myself, looking up to the big screen at Layla who had just about managed to reach the middle of the ring. A few moments later and my theme music was blasted through the arena. I was going to go out there and prove that I was proud of representing the Smackdown brand.

"Introducing next, Smackdown diva Ashley!"

This was it. I made my way down the ramp and towards the ring with a smile on my face although deep inside I was nervous as the match was one of the most important in my wrestling career. I slapped a few of the fans hands before entering the ring in my usual fashion and climbing onto the turnbuckle to do my rock sign. When I jumped down, I was surprised to see Layla glaring at me. It was obvious she loved the competition so as soon as the bell rung we were both at each other, bringing the competitive side out in me. It wasn't too long before I took the advantage and we were now both in the corner with me delivering a corner foot choke to her throat. She seemed to be struggling for air and as soon as the referee started on his five count, I let her go. She gripped onto her throat as she was now in pain but I didn't give her any time to recover and threw right hand punches towards her.

All was going well so far.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later when she pulled off a hair pull on me, which by the way really hurt as she grabbed my roots, that she began on her advantage. I was face down on the mat when she started kicking at my sides and although they weren't too strong, they were still powerful enough to make an impact. I rolled over onto my back and leant out my left hand to grab the ropes which I managed to do before she dragged me up by my hair and kicked me in the midsection. She must have been training because I have never seen her do this in the ring before. My strength was going and she knew that, therefore kicking me a couple more times. My stomach was starting to ache but thinking back to how I told the legend killer I was going to win and get a good person for my brand made me realise that I couldn't just take what Layla was doing to me. So when I came back from the ropes I managed to snap off a headscissors takedown which sent her down. She soon managed to stand back up though so as a follow through, then came the hurricanrana.

As I went to pin her all I could think about was the smirk I would have on my face when I got the win. It was going to be great...but no she had to kick out at the count of two. It was about time for my finisher so I clutched my sides still in pain and jumped up to the second ropes and then delivered it. The perfect Starstruck.

1...2...3. Thank you very much. The win for Smackdown.

"The next draft pick is for Smackdown!" the announcer said through his microphone.

Layla rolled out of the ring and my attention soon was focused on the big screen, as was the audience's too. Several images flashed at the screen including the women's champion Melina, Torrie Wilson, The Great Khali and The Undertaker. I hoped I would get a good pick for Smackdown especially after my effort to win. The wwe draft image appeared and in just a few moments I would be able to know who I won for my brand.

Only a few seconds to go and I'm happy I suppose...

...Until now. There is no way this can be true! Why couldn't I have just lost to Layla instead? Why couldn't I have let her overpower in the four sided ring? I tried not to let a sad expression ruin the crowd's enjoyment as the theme music started up. I hate this. But from the middle of the ring, there was the image of the legend killer with the words printed next to it.

Randy Orton drafted to Smackdown.

This so was not fair at all! What did I do to ever deserve this? I clasped my hands together tightly as he made an appearance from the ramp entrance. The only thing I took pleasure in was watching the annoyed expression on his face. I knew he was not happy with him being picked but of course he couldn't show it to the crowd so instead a smirk followed. Oh joy. He knows I hate that smirk, he knows I hate that smirk a lot. The crowd cheered and booed when he raised his arms slowly, still with a smirk on his face and then performed his trademark pose. All through the five second pose, his eyes were on me as were mine to his. This wasn't my idea of a job well done.

Papa Roach soon started up which signalled another Raw commercial, leaving Randy to disappear out of sight and me to start making my way up the ramp. I rubbed my scalp where it saw sore from Layla sticking her nails into my head as I went but wasn't too worried about that as I had my mind on other things. The legend killer for example. I just could not believe this at all. He was coming to Smackdown...now I was actually hoping I was the one to get drafted to a different brand. As soon as I was backstage, I could pick him out from the busy rush of people and I could see he was more than annoyed. He looked at me a few moments later with utter disdain and it saddened me, it wasn't my fault that he had been drafted to Smackdown. So to make sure he didn't think this, I walked over to him and he sighed before sitting down on an unsteady box of crates.

"Randy before you say anything mean to me, I want you to know that it is the draft and it is random so I have no choice in who they picked. Also, I don't like you as much as you don't like me so..."

"Yeah whatever."

"Well fine if you are going to be like that with me..."

"I guess," he said in his deep voice as he interrupted me. "I'll see you around, punk."

I simply watched as he descended down the corridor, muttering words which I assumed weren't of the good kind.

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