Standing tall at the gorilla position, the fire haired, dark green eyes debuting diva whose name was burning around the locker rooms like wildfire when CM Punk, out of his excitement had gone off and ran his mouth to anyone and everyone who would listen. "I know I can do this, my mentor and my friends are behind me. I'm going to make the name Leslie Annalise Winter known." The Seattle, Washington native said to herself. Having a feeling like some one was watching her, Leslie turned scanning over the stage hands, and a young woman.
The tanned young woman with curly hair was staring at Leslie, who grinned a little while looking her up and down. Curly hair cascaded down to the shoulders of then tanned body, which was covered by a pink cut off tank top, to show her midriff, small shorts over fishnets which were tucked into almost knee height black wrestling boots. Leslie was uncomfortable with the dark eyes of the curly haired woman looking her up an down as well. Looking down at herself, clad in a white tank with a flock of ravens flying up the side, her black lyrca tights which were tucked into leather knee high wrestling boots.
Shrugging, Leslie turned back to the TV monitor, watching the casket match nearing its end between the Undertaker and Mark Henry. Dark green eyes watched closely, nearly sparkling as the Dead man from Death Valley roll the Texas native into the silk lined casket. The young woman, native to Seattle, Washington smiled wide as The Undertaker notched another win, days before his match with the current world heavy weight champion, Edge. Biting her lip softly, the ruby hair Seattle woman smiled softly, knowing that soon she'd be out there, debuting to the WWE Universe.
Still feeling the curly haired tanned woman's eyes glaring at her back, it took Leslie all she had from turning around and snapping at her. Closing her eyes, she sighed knowing that if she did just that, she'd already have a bad reputation.
"This is a divas match scheldadle for one fall! Introducing first, representing ECW from Miami, Florida, Layla!" Lillian Garica anouced as the hip-hop beat of Layla's titantron was blared around the arena, as the curly haired woman who Leslie was watching backstage danced her way into the ring and in it. the blonde hispanic ring ancoucer moved out of the way as Layla's pink and purple lights flashed around. The brunnette's music was cut of by the call of a raven and the word "Nevermore" before a drum beat started up.
The pinks and purples of the ring lights morhped into reds, black, and a dak purple as Lillian raised the microphone back to her lips. "And her oppentine, debuting to the ECW roster, trained by Raven, she is from Seattle, Washington, Leslie Winter!" The ruby haired diva made her way down to the ring slapping hands with some fans on her way. As she stood on the apron, she posed. Her arms outstreched in Raven's signature pose, then she brought them in and crossed them infront of her cheast, in an "X" as a tribute to her best friend, CM Punk. Sliding between the red ring ropes Leslie stared at the caramel skinned diva, who was messing with her hair.
The Reffere signaled to the time keeper to ring the bell as the match started, and the two women locked up "So you were trained by that freak Raven?" Layla spat in Leslie's face and was shoved into a corner turnbuckle swiftly. Leslie watched as the curly haired woman glowered at her, before the ruby haired woman ran at her, giving her a high knee to the chin, shaded of training with Punk showed through out that action. Wrapping her arm around Layla's neck she ran forward to the center of the ring, delivering a running bulldog. "He's not a freak!" Leslie replyed as Layla's face was driven into the mat.
Layla's hand shot up to her nose as she was pulled up to her feet, with her head under Leslie's arm. "Ahhh!" The ruby haired woman called out, before delivering a Raven DDT, and crawling onto Layla's body, for the three count. "One...Two...Three!" The refferee slapped his hand across the canvas, and singled to the time keeper again.
"Here's your winner, Leslie Winter!" The voice of the Hispanic ring acounncer, Lillian Garcia, rang around the arena. The referee raised the ruby haired Seattle woman's hand in the air, signaling she had won as the sounds of Finger Eleven took the airwaves.
Well I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Leslie smiled as she jumped off the ring apron and danced her way up the ramp clapping her hands in time to the up beat music. Slapping hands with a few fans she started walking backwards, her face facing the ring and she got near the curtain and waved to everyone. Still walking backwards, through the curtain her smile still wide on her face. After a successful debut, topping it of with a picture prefect Raven DDT she felt as she could do anything.
Running into someone, the Washington woman jumped as arms wrapped their way around her waist. Familiar laughter came from behind her, belonging to her best friend next to Haley, CM Punk. "Punk! What a rush it was out there!" Leslie squealed, turning around to embrace the straight edge man.
"Yes it is, and that was awesome!" Punk replied, kissing the top of her ruby dyed locks, the sweet smell of oranges filled his nose. The Chicago native and former ECW champion held the rookie dive close to him, and sighed, having to pull away. "How about we go celebrate?" He said softly to Leslie. Her green eyes stared into his grey ones and her ruby hair flew as she nodded.
"Absolutely!" Leslie exclaimed "And how shall we celebrate Mr. Straight Edge?" She was curious to know what her friend had planned they do for the rest of the night. Tapping his finger to his lips, Punk thought for a few moments then proclaimed to the 5'7" Seattle native in front of him "We'll go on a Pepsi date! As friends you know, Sound good to you Les?" Hearing her soft laughter made him smile as she replied to him "Of course, Let's go Punker."
The tattooed and pierced ECW superstar nodded, making his way down the hall. Leslie raised one of her eyebrows, as he took a few steps backward to where he was at her side again. "Maybe we should change first." Punk said to her, but didn't look at Leslie. "That would be a good idea." Leslie agreed, and added softly "Meet me outside the Diva's locker room in twenty minutes, then I'll be ready."
"Got it!" Punk saluted before making his way down the hall again, before turning back and walking the opposite direction "Wrong way" he laughed as he past Leslie who shook her head at him and made her way down the hall he had just walked down. Reaching his locker room, Punk opened the door and stepped inside, not noticing the bulky figure on the wooden bench.
"Punk." The very familiar voice stated, noticing his presence. Jumping a few inches, Punk whipped his head around, seeing Raven sitting on his bench. "Man, you just kind of come in from no where." Punk ran his fingers through his hair as he grabbed his bag, and started to find clothes. "I tend to do that. Anyways, I came to ask a favor of you." The former TNA and WWE star stated standing up.
"Course." Punk replied, pulling out a pair of pants and he stared to take off his wrist tape. "I need you to watch Leslie for me. Make sure she stays safe, and creeps like Morrison stay away from her." Raven said, looking straight at the back of Punk's head, he sighed softly. "She's like a daughter to me, I want to make sure my baby bird is safe. Since, I'm not here to watch over her, I want you too."
Punk turned fastly and exclaimed incredulously "What?! Why me? Why not Dreamer?" Raven shook his head a bit, standing up with a soft reply of "Sure, why not? He was my rival, and he cares about Leslie a bit but...I know you'd do it. You care alot about her, and would protect her."
"Fine...I'll do it" Punk said, almost reluctantly before pulling his shirt over his head. "I'll be watching." replied the voice of Raven before the door shut quietly.
A soft sigh escaped the lips of the newest member of the ECW roster. Running her fingers though ruby locks, Leslie looked over herself in the mirror and nodded in approval. Shoving her cherry chapstic into her back pocket, she walked out of the locker room door and into the hall way.
"Hey. New diva." A voice called to her and the Seattle native spun around to face The Miz.
"You. What do you want?" Leslie spat at him, shooting a fierce glare at the co-founder of 'The Dirt Sheet' on the website of the WWE.
Holding his hands up in defense, The Self-Proclaimed Chick Magnet knocked his own fedora to the floor as he replied "It was all Morrison not me!"
Keeping her glare locked on him, Leslie rolled her eyes with a small response of "Right...You're lucky Raven's not within eyesight, he would have come and DDT'd you by now." Miz opened his mouth to say something but CM Punk's voice called out to Leslie, as he made his way down the hallway. His gray eyes looked over her, her slender legs were covered by holey jeans, and her torso with the Nirvana tank top she had worn when they first met, over that, a white denim jacket, cut off to the middle of her rib cage.
"Oh Punk!" The ruby haired Seattle woman turned to him, her gaze traveling up and down his body. Wearing a Killswight Engage t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and black converse Punk smiled at her and stopped at her side. "Shall we Leslie?" he asked the newest member of the ECW roster and his good friend, offering his arm to her. Slipping her arm through his, Leslie nodded with a soft reply of "We shall."
As both walked off, The Miz bent down to grab his hat and placed it carefully on top of his head. "Morrison better be right, this better tear them apart." He murmured to himself walking back down the hall. Turning into his locker room he saw a familiar flash of furry pants and brown waves. "There you are Miz. I've been looking for you. I got Estrada to agree about Winter's contract." Nodding to Morrison, Miz smiled with a small reply of "Prefect"
Pulling up to a small diner, Punk looked at the passenger seat which held Leslie. Her green eyes looked back at him and she flashed him a small smile. "Shall we?" The Seattle native asked quietly, to which Punk nodded, tuning off the car. Both stepped out into the cool night air, closing the car doors behind them. "That was a great debut Les. I like how you usaed Raven and My own taunt before the match." Punk commented to his ruby haired friend as they opened the door to the diner. "Thanks Punk." Leslie gave her thanks to him as a blonde young waitress walked up to them, a plastic smile was layed across her face.
"Welcome, How may I help you?" She asked as she sat the two superstars down at a table. Punk tapped his fore finger to his lip saying softly "A Pepsi for me and a Dr. Pepper for my lady friend...Thank you...Clara!" The blonde waitress frowned at the mention of her name, as she wrote down what Punk had requested for drinks. For then next half hour, the two caught up, on presonal lives and on their professional ones as well. Niethewr noticed as John Morrison walked up to their table until he said to the two "Losers. Oh Yeah, I'm so sorry to ruin your little 'date' but I have a message for Leslie. You are now valet for the tag team champions, until we are drafted or until you are. Or unless we lose the titles, then you valet for the new champions." Leslie's face fell, while Punk's has a scence of anger plaster apon it.
Finally an update!
I've been sick and haven't been able to update often. Hope you enjoy.
And I might make a halloween one shot for Punk and Leslie seeing as they both celbrate like it's Halloween.