Jogging in place behind the curtian, the ruby haired Seattle Starlet smiled to herself and her music hit.
Dark purple, black and red lights flashed around as the drumbeat of Finger Eleven hit 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
The crowd popped in medium cheers as Leslie stepped out from behind the curtian and smiled at everyone. Skipped down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans, Leslie jumped onto the apron and did the signature poses of her mentor and best friend, before signaling for a mic. After reciving the black mircophone she brought it up her lip and looked around.
"Hey all you guys!" She exclaimed slipping between the ropes, and walked to the middle of the ring. "Last night I had a successful debut on Raw, and defeted ECW's very own Layla. But you know what, being a follower of ECW orignal Raven, it wasn't extreme enough for me. I was to challenge her to an Extreme Rules Match, right here. Right now."
The crowd popped at her offer and Leslie stared at the titantron, waiting for something to happen. turning around to face the ECW fans. Suddenly the sounds of hip-hop music filled the area as Layla stepped out, microphone in hand.
"Oh, I'm sure you just want a rematch to lose Miss Freak. I accept your Extreme Rules Match." the british diva called out, throwing down the microphone and walked down the the ring. Leslie smiled and handed threw the mircophone outside of the ring and stood with her hands on her hips as Layla entered the ring.
The referee held out his arms to keep the two women seperated and signaled for the bell to ring. Once rung Leslie tackled the dive from Flordia and punched at her with a few right hands. Layla rolled them over and started throwing forearms as Leslie's face as the ruby haired diva tried to cover up. Both off the extreme divas rolled over eachother and both fell under the ring in a blur of blacks,whites, pinks and reds.
Realizing where she was at, Leslie pulled a steel chair from under the ring and crawled as far away from Layla as possible to stand. The England native also pulled a weapon out from under the ring, a singapore cane and slowly stood up and glared at Leslie.
Leslie started making her way to Layla with the steel chair and her foot got tangled in a telivison wire and she tripped. Taking atvantage of the opporntunity, the curly haired Layla ran over and brought the singapore cane down on Leslie spine, causing her to cry out in pain and hit her face on the steel chair, bloodying her nose.
Dropping the cane, Layla pulled Leslie up by her ruby locks, spat in her face and taunted with "I guess little old Raven didn't teach someone to be extreme enough for ECW"
Leslie bit her lip, and gave a short spear to the diva search contestant and yelled at her "Don't you ever mock him" as she delivered a few right hands to the curly head of Layla.
Backstage Punk quickly ran to his locker room which he shared with Leslie and turned the telivison on quickly. The image of the two divas rolling around showed on the screen. After a few minutes of watching them, Punk turned off the TV and made his way to carting, picking up a pepsi and a sandwhich. After completing eating the sandwhich, he sighed and made his way to the curtian to watch the end of the match.
After delivering and reciving a few chair shots, Leslie panted and struggled to get up but was quickly sent backdown by one of Layla's spinning roundhouse kicks. the curly haired diva hooked Leslie's leg.
The referee slid and hit the canvas twice before Leslie rolled her shoulder out. "Come on!" Layla shouted before pulling Leslie up by her hair once more. Pulling away leslie sighed and pretened to let her gaurd down. As Layla ran at her, the ruby haired diva delivered a superkick out of no where.
Making sure Layla was down, Leslie poisioned her self above her and jumped up and flipping backwards in a standing moonsault. Leslie hooked Layla's leg for the three count and rolled out of the ring.
Taking a mircophone she breathed out to Layla who was coming to in the ring "That's how we get extreme!" and handed it back to the crew before wiping the blood away from her nose and making her way back to behind the curtian.
"Les! That was awesome!" her best friend exclaimed as the ruby haired, bloody diva steeped out from the ramp and into the back. "Thanks...I'm going to shower..." She grumbled and walked back to the locker room she shared with Punk and grabbed fresh clothes.
After her shower, Leslie pulled on her converse as Punk walked in the locker room. "Hey Leslie. I want you to meet someone." He anooced pulling in a busty blonde into the room. "Who's this?" Leslie asked in confusion, looking the blonde up and down.
"It's my girlfriend, Kelly Kelly. Kells, this is my best friend in the world, Leslie Winter." Punk said, slipping a arm around the waist of Kelly and smiling at his best friend. "It's nice to meet you" Kelly said to her as Leslie stood.
"Um...nice to meet you too." the Seattle native said and made her way out of the locker room with her things saying after her "I'll be at the hotel Punk."
A few minutes passed and Punk look toward his girlfriend and said softly "It seemed as something was wrong..."