As soon as she got home, she was already severely regretting her decision. It had been so long since she had gone on a night out, she was just feeling extremely anxious about the whole thing.

During her time off she had avoided social gatherings like the plague, preferring to just be alone. Cutting herself off from everyone had been the worst thing she could have done. It gave her the time to dwell on all the negative thoughts that were going through her head and she had spiralled into a deep depression.

Chris and Jess been the two that had ultimately pulled her out of it. As soon as they realized how down she had become, they took matters into their own hands. They had invaded her home, packed her some stuff and practically dragged her to live with them for a little while. Although Chris wasn't around much becasue he was on the road, Jess and the kids were around all the time. Having that constant presence around her had helped more than she thought.

Heeey heeeey heeeeey

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains

Hearing her phone ringing, she snapped out of her daze and grabbed the phone out of her pocket. "Hello?"

''Hello, I just thought I'd give you a quick call to see how you were?'' Darren's voice came through the speaker.

''I'm okay, he just pissed me off.''

He chuckled. ''Yes, I thought he might have. Not to worry, you won't be training with him anymore.''

''What?'' She asked, frowning. ''I didn't mean it when I quit, it was just a heat of the moment thing.''

''I know. You had every right to be angry. I've had words with him, he won't be so insensitive in the future.''

Alexa snorted and put on her best English accent. ''Were you defending my honour, Mr. Regal?''

''That was awful, but yes, in theory. To be honest, I was half-expecting you to deck him.'' Darren laughed before his tone turned sombre. ''The old Lex would have... you've lost your fire, dear girl.''

She let out a frustrated sigh. ''I don't know what's wrong with me...''

''We'll get you there.''

''We?''

''I've spoken to Steve Keirn and Paul and they both agreed that a different approach might be best. From now on I'll be overseeing your training.''

Paul Levesque had recently taken over the role of Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, replacing John Laurinaitis. His new role meant that he oversees the talent relations and talent development departments and the training of performers and management of worldwide recruitment.

Alexa scoffed loudly. ''Good luck with that. I'm useless, you saw me earlier.''

''But I've also seen you at your best... remember when you made three of the top men in the company legitimately tap out?''

Alexa laughed as she remembered that day. Chris had voiced his opinion that her finishing move, the corkscrew shooting star press, was easy and that he could easily do it. They had headed down to the ring before a show one night to test that theory and it had turned into an impromptu sparring session.

''You ready to admit defeat yet?''

Alexa stood over him, arms crossed over her chest and a shit-eating grin on her face.

Chris groaned as he lay on the mat. ''No...''

''Come on, dude.'' Adam spoke, trying to be the voice of reason for once. ''We've been out here for over an hour and you still can't do it.''

''Yeah.'' Randy called from his position outside the ring, leaning beside Adam against the barricade. He had made his way to the arena shortly after his girlfriend had, deciding to come down to the ring to see how they were getting on. ''You suck, man.''

Chris lifted his arm and raised his middle finger in their direction. ''Show me one more time.'' He demanded as he stubbornly got to his feet.

Rolling her eyes, Alexa climbed to the top rope and executed a perfect shooting star press before standing and looking at him expectantly.

''Now do the twisty one.'' He wiggled his finger to illustrate.

''Corkscrew.'' She corrected before moving back up to the top rope and doing as he asked.

Chris took in a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. ''Fine. I give up, I can't do it.''

''And?'' She prompted.

''And... you're amazing in the ring... for a chick.''

She scowled and socked him in the arm. ''You're an ass.'' He pouted and stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around her neck and smashing his cheek against hers. "Chris!" She shrieked, struggling to shake him off. "Get the hell off of me!"

''What are you doing to the poor woman, Irvine?''

''Help me, Darren.'' Alexa cried dramatically, instantly recognizing the voice as that of Darren Matthews.

The Englishman chuckled as he made his way down the ramp, taking a seat beside the other two men. ''I think you can manage, my dear.''

''Yeah, kick his ass, Lex!'' A southern drawl rang out.

The pair glanced over to the ramp where they found Matt Hardy making his way down, closely followed by Nora and Amy.

''Shut up, hardly!"

Chris' grip on her relaxed as he playfully shouted abuse to the other man, giving Alexa an opening. She elbowed him sharply, making him let her go so he could catch his breath. As soon as his arms lowered she quickly moved hers to latch around his head, putting him in a tight headlock. His surprised laugh was cut short when she jabbed her foot into the back of his leg and brought him down to his knees.

Alexa aimed another kick to his back which dropped him face-first to the mat. Leaning all of her weight on him to stop him from moving, she hooked his arm and locked in the Fujiwara armbar.

She could hear the small group outside the ring cheering and laughing as he tried to fight out of the move.

"Tap." She shouted, applying more pressure to his arm.

''Ten bucks on Lex.'' Randy stated confidently.

''Nah, Chris' got this in the bag.'' Adam called out.

"Piss off Copeland, you're next!"

Alexa let out a surprised squeal when Chris suddenly powered out of the move. He scissored his legs around her left arm, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling it upwards, hyper-extending her shoulder and elbow.

''My money's on Chris.'' Amy piped up as she watched the action inside the ring.

''Hey!" Alexa shouted from inside the ring. ''Us girls are meant to stick together Aimes!"

''I've got your back, Lex.'' Nora smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

''Tap?'' Chris asked mockingly as he fought to hold her still, she was a lot stronger than she looked.

''Screw you.'' She hissed as she tried, and failed, to pry his legs apart with her free hand.

''You might be good, Lex, but I'm bett- AHHH!''

His boasting was cut short when Alexa sank her teeth into his calf, making him release his hold on her arm and roll away from her. Before he could do anything about it, she had her own version of the Muta lock secured. Instead of locking her arms around his neck which was the most common way to do it, she had them stretched under his arms and locked under his chin.

''What the hell is that?'' Randy asked, gazing at the pair in the ring.

''I believe it's a variation of the inverted Indian deathlock facelock, it's used quite a bit over in Japan.'' Darren replied as he looked on in surprise. ''I've never seen it applied like that before.''

''Uncle! Uncle, you crazy bitch!'' Chris cried, tapping three times on the canvas.

She unhooked her arms and legs and got to her feet, grinning at the praising claps coming from outside the ring.

The blonde groaned as he slowly got to his feet, rubbing his back ''I'm getting too old for this shit.'' He mumbled as he gingerly climbed out of the ring, being given a consoling pat on the back by Darren and Matt.

Alexa laughed and turned to the group, her eyes searching out the other blonde Canadian in attendance. She moved over to the side of the ring that was closest to him and sat on the middle rope, gesturing for him to get in. Adam held up his hands and shook his head with a chuckle.

''Scared?'' She goaded with smirk.

He narrowed his eyes and pushed himself from the barricade. ''I bet Chris let you win.''

Chris shook his head. ''I wish...''

Adam climbed into the ring and everybody watched as the two circled each other for a few seconds.

Alexa was about to lunge towards him but her eyes drifted to something behind him. ''What are they doing out here?''

He turned around to see who she meant and found Paul and Dave sauntering down the ramp. Taking advantage of the distraction, she quickly moved her arms under Adam's and put her hands behind his head. Before he could even try to power out of it, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his middle.

Dave and Paul greeted the others and each grabbed a chair, watching on with interest as Adam staggered around the ring with Alexa on his back. ''What's going on?''

Randy turned to grin at the bigger man. ''Lex is kicking ass, it's awesome.''

''Try being on the receiving end of it...'' Chris said bitterly.

Paul snorted and looked him over. ''You got beat by a girl?''

''I made him tap out!" Alexa shouted over to them proudly, still hanging on to Adam despite his attempts to throw her off.

''She had him in a rather unique Muta lock, it was quite impressive.'' Darren told them with a small smile.

''Come on, Lex. Give up now, before you get hurt.'' Adam said in a patronizing voice.

Vaguely, Alexa heard Randy mutter to someone. "Oh, he's a goner..."

Scowling, she tightened the grip of her hands and squeezed her thighs as hard as she could. He stumbled momentarily, managing a few steps before dropping down to the mat with a pained whimper.

Alexa inched her head towards Adam's ear. ''You give?''

''No.'' He wheezed, making the others laugh even more. She applied even more pressure to his middle, his face starting to go red with the strain of trying to catch his breath. ''Okay, okay, I give... Uncle!''

She quickly released him and rolled away from him as he clutched at his ribs, panting heavily. Rising to her feet, she peered down at him before offering him a hand. He latched on to it and she helped him up, a sheepish look on her face. ''Sorry.''

''I guess I deserved it...'' He admitted, hobbling over to the ropes and climbing out of the ring to sit beside Chris.

''That was hilarious, you should have seen how red your face was.'' Paul chortled.

Dave shook his head at the two men. ''I can't believe you both got your asses handed to you, she's a tiny slip of a thing compared to you two.''

''She's a lot stronger than she looks!" Chris told him defensively. ''Right, Adam?''

Adam nodded vigorously. ''She's got thighs of steel, man.''

''Dude, they are Canadian...'' Randy added with a teasing grin.

''Ah, that explains it.'' Dave chuckled.

''Hey!'' She exclaimed, an offended look on her face. ''I'm Canadian too, jackass!"

''I think you've pissed her off, Randal.'' Chris told him.

''He just wants to provoke her so she wraps her 'thighs of steel' around him.'' Paul wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Randy laughed at the faint blush that covered her cheeks. ''I don't think she's stupid enough to think that she could beat me, right babe?''

''Of course not... I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone.''

''Ooooh!" Nora and Amy cried in unison.

They all watched on in amusement as Randy let out a surprised laugh, arching an eyebrow at her as she crossed her arms over her chest pointedly. They had a brief stare-down, before he whipped off his t-shirt and rolled into the ring.

''We need to film this...'' Chris told everyone.

''Already got it covered, man.'' Matt waved his phone at him gleefully. ''I've been filming the whole thing.''

Randy smirked as he stood opposite her, bouncing on the balls of his feet before flexing the muscles in his chest. He let his eyes scan her form appreciatively, the workout bra and capris hugging her curves.

Alexa tore her eyes away from her boyfriend's naked chest and rolled her neck before smirking at him. ''You're going down, Orton."

''Oh, you wish, babe.'' He responded with a lascivious wink.

Her mouth dropped open at the innuendo before she contorted her face into a neutral expression before lunging at him. Expecting this, he swung his arm out and she expertly ducked under it and ran towards the ropes as he turned around. As she bounced back she jumped up, planting her feet in his chest and wrapping her hands around the back of his neck before pulling all of her weight back towards the mat and kicking him over her body.

Randy sailed through the air and landed on his back with a loud thud. "Fuck." He moaned.

Alexa scrambled to her feet as she waited for him to stand, smiling to herself when she saw the annoyed look on his face. As soon as he was upright, he charged at her only to land flat on his face when she dropped down and swept his feet from under him.

Before he knew what was happening, she slapped him in a cross armbar, the same move Chris had used on her earlier. Her feet were locked at the ankles over his chest and she had his wrist in a vice-like grip.

He swore under his breath, quickly realizing that he wasn't getting out of it, no matter how much he struggled against her.

Alexa smiled to herself when she heard Paul's booming laugh come from outside the ring, the others laughter soon joining his. She pushed her pelvis out a little more, making his elbow twinge painfully. He let out a heavy sigh as he reached up and tapped three times on the top of her leg.

Darren's voice brought her back to the present. ''I still have that footage somewhere, I'll have to dig it out.''

''Did you ask Colby and Jon to invite me out with them tonight?'' She asked, completely changing the subject.

''No...''

''Liar.''

''You've been down at FCW for months now, it's about time you made some friends.'' He told her softly.

''I guess...'' She pondered that for a few minutes before something else popped into her head. ''Hey, do I really walk around looking like I want to kill somebody?''

''Why would you say that?''

''Just something Jon said earlier.''

''Yes, that sounds like Jon.'' He said with a laugh.

''What's his deal anyway?''

''He's brilliant, really talented... When he first came here, they were doing a presentation skills workshop... the trainers were picking on the people they thought were unimpressive. They were asking developmental guys to go up and cut promos, just to see if they had the mustard to stand out. One of them wanted to see what 'Mox' could do, not really expecting him to turn anything out. Jon then got in the middle of the ring and proceeded to cut a promo that was so intense that it made one of the guys piss himself. After that, he was given the green light to move straight up to the TV tapings. That was before even seeing him wrestle.''

''Impressive.'' She whistled, knowing that he didn't heap praise like that on just anybody.

''He's definitely one to watch, that's for sure... I should let you go. I know you females like to spend hours getting ready.''