Alix stood barely backstage, hearing the crowd go wild for the start of the taping of Smackdown. Her heart was pounding, but she kept her head high, knowing how she was supposed to act. And she couldn't be scared. That was just out of the question.
She had shown and explained her gimmick to the guys, and they loved it. Several of them made catcalls as soon as she walked in the door. The only person who wasn't as excited was Big Show, but that was just because they had died her hair a little. But he was still immensely proud of her.
Alix hadn't tried to go see Hunter again; she had decided it wasn't worth it. If he was smart enough, he'd watch Smackdown when they showed it and he'd see her. But that was all he was going to get.
"Almost time, Alix." One of the backstage staff whispered to her, and she nodded. She was ready. I have to be…
Almost out of nowhere, the very beginning of the song 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz began to play. Alix smiled and loped out, clapping above her head with every time it happened in the song.
"I came to dance, dance, dance, dance,"
Alix started to do the Jeff Hardy dance, which she had practiced for almost forty-five minutes with Creative. That had been an interesting amount of time for both her and the Creative team.
"I hit the floor 'cause that's my plans, plans, plans, plans,"
Alix knelt down and tapped the floor with the tips of her fingers, and on 'plans' outlined an imaginary title belt around her waist. A smile broke out on her face when she realized over half of the arena was singing along with her theme song.
"I'm wearin' all my favorite brands, brands, brands, brands,"
She threw her black sports jacket off into the side of the crowd with 'brands' and danced a little, not having any more reason to be nervous. Throwing off the jacket revealed her ring gear, loose neon purple jeans with a neon green belt, a silver-gray wife beater shirt, mid shin height black boots, and the one part of her hair that covered the corner of her left eye was died the same silver-ish color as her shirt.
"Give me some space for both my hands, hands, hands, hands,"
With each 'hands' Alix punched the air, bouncing on her toes as if she was a boxer, knowing for sure that the crowd was wondering why someone was acting like a boxer on a wrestling show.
"Cause it goes on and on and on…"
Alix cupped her ear as if she was listening for something, and stopped dead still on the entrance ramp.
"And it goes on and on and on!"
She raced down the ramp, jumping and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, happy because that was the only thing she hadn't really been able to practice. She had been ready to slam into the bottom rope and have it bounce her back onto the ground. Embarrassing.
"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,"
Alix stood on the second turnbuckle, and lifted her hands high above her head, a loud cheer erupting from the crowd. Her heart began pounding again, knowing she was getting closer and closer to speech time.
"Sayin' heyy ohh! Gotta let go."
Alix already had a mic in her hand, and she shouted 'heyy ohh' along with the song. The crowd burst into cheering again and she couldn't help but smile.
"I wanna celebrate and live my life,"
Before the line started, Alix backflipped off of the turnbuckle and landed flat on her feet in the ring, immediately starting the Hardy dance again.
"Sayin' heyy oh! Baby let's go!"
Alix shouted the last five words along with the crowd, and slowly her song faded off. The arena was still going wild, so Alix stood and waiting, breathing a little heavily, both from her entrance and nervousness.
"Hello Baltimore Maryland!" Alix shouted, and the crowd screamed again. "How's it goin?"
Awesome was pretty much the answer that was heard from most of the arena, and Alix grinned.
"Awesome!" She shouted back. "Alright, so, you guys are pretty much confused as hell right now, right?"
The arena was next to silent, and Alix took that as a yes.
"That's great." She grinned. "Lemme start things off, I'm a new WWE wrestler. Yes, I'm a chick. But, I'm also a Superstar."
The arena buzzed with this new information.
"That's right, I'm fighting with the guys. And lemme' tell you, there's gonna be some ass kickin'." Alix grinned. "But so you know who I am, let me tell you a few things about me. A little over a week ago I was homeless. Like, on the street, live in a box, homeless. I snuck into the last WWE pay per view, and won the backstage pass. I met the Superstars, and they ended up figuring out about the shelter situation. They practically forced me to stay with them and I moved from city to city with them.
"At one point, Randy Orton and I had a hotel room match, and I kicked his ass. Sorry Randy, if you're watching, but you know it's true. That prompted him and the rest of the guys I had made friends with; namely Triple H, John Cena, John Morrison, Evan Bourne, R-Truth, Big Show, and Kofi Kingston." Alix knew she couldn't say Edge because of the on-screen reputation he had to keep. "Anyway, they decided to try and make me a Superstar, known as the X-Stinger. Tonight is my test match. I have no idea who I'm facing, I think the only people that know are Mr. McMahon and whoever the hell I'm facing."
Alix smiled to all sides of the crowd.
"Oh, and one more thing. I want you guys to know I will never ever lie to you. Anything I say will always be the truth, so please don't make anything I say the latest thing to gossip about. I don't stretch the truth, I don't ditch the truth, I say it." She turned to the TitanTron. "And for all you Superstars who turn a few bad words into a No DQ match with jackhammers, get used to it."
The crowd erupted and Alix held her hands up, proud of herself. She held the mic to her mouth again, ready to say one last thing.
"Whoever is Vince's new plaything, please get out here, I'm hyped and ready for a match."
Within fifteen seconds, Alberto Del Rio's music hit, and Alix rolled her eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me." She laughed, interrupting the music, to a chorus of applause. "I beat Randy Orton and I get this idiot? I thought Vincent Kennedy McMahon was smarter than that."
Alberto showed up on the entrance ramp, fuming.
"Who do you think you are, interrupting Alberto Del Rio's entrance?" he yelled, pissed beyond belief.
"The first person to beat Alberto Del Rio." Alix mocked Del Rio's thick accent. "I may have been nothing, but I know you're several things. A culo to everyone that meets you, a hijo de puta to everyone you unfairly beat, as well as a ladron de mierda. Since you're always boasting about your royal Spanish heritage, I take it that you know what that means?"
Del Rio clenched his fists. This was the first time Alix had ever seen him lose his cool.
"You think you're better than Alberto Del Rio?" he shouted.
"And what's up with the talking about yourself and saying 'Alberto Del Rio' thing?" Alix laughed. "Schizophrenic or something? Oh, I'm sorry, do you even know what that means?"
"Vete al infierno, perra!" Del Rio stormed up the ramp, getting closer and closer to the ring. Alix grinned and tossed her mic behind her, backing up near one of the ring posts.
"Come and get me, bitch." She whispered just loud enough so that Del Rio could hear her. Enraged, he raced at her, and she kicked upwards, holding steady by holding onto the post. Del Rio staggered back, shaking his head to get the stars out of his eyes. Alix pulled herself onto the top turnbuckle, holding her hands in the Jeff Hardy symbol, and leaped off quickly. It turned out to be a much worse idea than she previously thought.
Del Rio caught her, and draped her across his shoulders.
"Eres un idiota, niña." He mocked, moving her chin to meet his face. Alix punched him in the gut, causing him to bend down and drop her, a loud thud erupting on the canvas.
Alix struggled up. If I can beat Orton, I can beat Del Rio. She kept chanting in her head. She backed up a few steps and raced forward, getting a drop kick on Del Rio's head.
The two stood up and raced at each other, landing in a struggle, Alix able to push Del Rio into a ring post, pushing his head back. The ref raced over and forced her off of the Mexican, Alix now seething.
Del Rio raced up as soon as the ref was out of the way and kicked Alix sharply in the thigh. She fell with a short yelp, and he kicked her in the ribs. He grabbed her by the neck, flipped her over his shoulder, and kicked her in the spine, sending her to spasm for a second.
Del Rio walked around her and pulled her up, attempting to throw her into the turnbuckle. She reversed and threw him, slamming him into it as soon as she heard skin against metal. Alix then grabbed him by the neck and started to do a Bulldog, only changing it by having her face down as well, instead of sitting up.
She attempted a pin, but Del Rio kicked out. He pulled her up and threw her into the ropes, ready for her to fly back. She held on and he instead flew at her. Alix dodged and he flew out of the ring. Alix stood on the top turnbuckle and did a short Swanton Bomb on top of him. She picked him up, slammed him against the canvas, and threw him back in the ring.
Alix stood up on the canvas, and Del Rio raced at her, performing an anziguri. After she heard his foot slam against her face, she blacked out completely.
I was supposed to win this…
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