Smoothing down the green ruffled mini dress she wore, Leslie sighed pulling on simple black pumps. "You got to dress to impress." She reminded herself as she stood from the bench of the women's locker room and made her way out of the door. The cool air touched her back as the dress had cut-outs and her shoulders were nearly bare, except for the spaghetti strap.
Making her way to the ECW General Manager's office, Leslie kept her green eyes looking in front of her, and not to the superstars who watched as she walked her way down the hall. Walking past the catering area, she saw her best friend mingling with Tommy Dreamer, and drinking a Pepsi. Rolling her eyes, Leslie smiled and reached the door way. Rapping on it lightly, she heard the voice heavy with Mexican accent telling her to come in.
"Alright Mr. Estrada, I need to talk to you about my contract." The Seattle native said as she opened the door stepping inside. Letting the door close on it's own behind her the cigar smoking general manager smiled before asking "What's wrong? Something bothering you?" A little to quick on her answer, the Seattle Starlet responded with "Yes, I can't valet for Miz and Morrison they are idiots who dore care about me. May I get you to sign my contract to were I valet CM Punk, I've know him longer and he is one of my best friends. Please Mr Estrada?"
Tapping his forefinger along the cigar, Estrada broke into a grin. "Sorry to disappoint you Senorita Winter, but You'd have to consult someone higher up with me. And I'm sure they wouldn't tend to the feelings of the new diva. Have a good night." and shooed Leslie out of his office. "Ooooh!" Leslie growled out, as Estrada closed the door on him. Taking a few steps, she made her way to a cart and sat on it, waiting for someone to pass by her so she could rant.
"I want to hit him with a steel chair." The ruby haired woman said to herself, under her breath. A memory came of a time when she traveled with Raven on TNA how he had asked her to intfer with a match while he was gone, delivering a chair shot to CM Punk and Julio Denerio, proving she could get extreme too. Leslie had been hesitant to hit Punk and her eyes said it all, and after it backstage she begged for forgiveness, which he quickly has given it to her.
"Excuse me, miss?" a non-familiar voice rang down the hallway, and a hand shook Leslie's shoulder a little. Looking up, Leslie sighed staring into the dark eyes of Kofi Kingston. "Oh, I'm fine. Sorry if I'm in you way." Leslie said, her eyes shooting down to her hands and the man with the Jamaican accent laughed patting her back.
"Aww, you're not in my way. You just seem down. Is something the matter?" The mocha skin man asked the small pale girl in front of him. "Yes...but no...Mostly yes," Leslie sighed out looking at his dark eyes before continuing "You see, I'm on a show with my best friend, but I'm valeting two people who are trying to get in my pants. That's what the matter."
Kofi looked at her, his eyes filled with sympathy "It'll be alright, who your best friend? Just courios and all, wanting to stay on the good side of a pretty girl's best friend." He joked, getting a smile from Leslie.
"CM Punk. I've known him since TNA." Leslie said to the man she didn't know, smiling. "I'm Leslie by the way."
"Ahh, Punk. I know him, we are good friends. My name is Kofi." The Jamican Senastion said the the Seattle native, taking her hand and kissing it. "Please to meet you Ms. Leslie."
Beaming a pearly smile, Leslie replied with a soft "It's a pleasure to meet you too.
As Kofi watched her slide off the cart he asked to ruby haired Seattle native softly "Would you like to meet some of my friends?"
"Of cousre I would Kofi. It'd be nice to have friends on here, and Smackdown as well." Was the responce he got.
After about fifteen minutes, she had been introduced to Kelly Kelly, Michelle McCool, Cherry, Shannon Moore and Matt Hardy.
"So you're that rainbow haired guys brother right?" Leslie asked the soon returning Hardy, as they both walked back to the catering area.
"Yup, that'd be Jeffro." The older highflyer exclaimed, proud to have the walking paint by numbers as his little brother. His curly hair casaded sown his back as he pulled it out of its ponytail holder
"So what's it like being in the bussiness for ten years? And being legendary at the ladder match, or falling off a twently foot ladder?" Leslie shot questions at Matt, but looked down quickly and said "Sorry, I'm nosy. I like to know things."
Laughter was heard down the halls as one of the ladder match masters laughed hard at her. Between his laughter, Matt replyed out of breath, his accect thick "It's alright darlin, I don't mind. How about we go for dinner at IHOP. You can ask as many questions you like, here's my cell number."
Pulling out a scarp of paper, and a pen Matt quickly jotted the 10 numbers down, and forced the paper into her hands. "Later, Les." was all he said as he turned, walking down the hall. "Ok..." Leslie replyed with an akward siclence as all she heard was footsteps. Turning back around, Leslie walked into the cartering area, looking for her best friend.
Seeing him sitting with Kane, and talking made her feel uneasy. The bald man turned his head in her direction, feeling eyes staring at him. "Who's this little diva?" the half-brother of the Undertaker asked the Chicago man, who smiled seeing her. "Oh, that's my friend from TNA, Leslie." He quickly said to Kane before turned back to Leslie and waving her over.
"Sit, stay awhile Les. He won't hurt you." Punk said to her as she sat down between the two. "Hello Miss Leslie, I'm Kane. But seeing as Punk told me that you are a wrestling fan, you probably already know who I am." Kane said with a grin, offering his hand to shake. A bit scared still, Leslie took his big hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you Kane, I was a fan of your masked days. It was a cool mask." Leslie smiled, speaking over the table to the seven footer. "Um, Thank you." Kane replyed with a chuckle as Punk cleared his throat.
"Guess what, Kane and I are gonna go after the tag team titles hopefully soon." Punk spoke, not wanting to be forgotten between the two of his friends speaking.
"Wow Punk! That's awesome." Leslie beamed at him, before getting up from the chair. "I have to make a phone call, and get ready for my match." she contenuied as she walked out of the cartering area and to the locker room she was sharing with the former ECW champion.
"Who knows someone higher then Estrada?" Leslie spoke to herself as she pulled out a pair of tight black pants and a white tanktop with red stars falling from the neckline. Skimming throught her friends, she stopped at a familar face. "Haley!" The Seattle native dug out her phone from her purse and dailed the familar number quickly.
"Yes Leslie?" Haley's voice filled Leslie ear as she picked up.
"Haley, do you think you could talk to Hunter and Stephanie and cange my contract to were I can valet Punk insted of Miz and Morrison?" Leslie asked the number one contender for the women's championship.
"Of cousre. i'll call you after your match, see you Les." The Boston native said cheerfully before hanging up on her friend.
Pulling on her gear for the night and tieing up her black boots, hoping that somehow Haley could talk Stephine into changing the beloved contract she worked so hard for.
Sorry for the late update!
I just got on break so updates hopefully soon.