Ana was the new Diva in WWE, and she had already made a lasting first impression. She beat the Diva champion, Melina, in five minutes. Then Vickie Gerrero showed up and mocked her raw talent, which made Ana snap and tie Vickie in the ropes of the ring and left her there. When she got backstage the tag teams backed out of the way, and the divas gave her a wide berth. John Cena offered her praise for her match, Ana giving him a slight nod and went on her way. But there was one man who didn't back out of her way. It was the one man who had a temper just like hers, only he could do more damage due to his sheer size and muscle mass. Randy Orton stood in her path, arms hanging at his sides.

"Evening, Orton. Do you mind if I pass?" she asked, her steel colored eyes staring straight into Orton's bright blue ones.

"A word, if you will?" he said, his deep and throaty voice sending shivers down her spine.

The man's voice did strange things to her. She always got jelly brained and weak kneed when he spoke. He led her to a private conference room and held the door open for her. She walked in, eyeing the blank walls and her surroundings warily. There were no cameras here, no annoying cables to trip over. They were truly alone. Orton turned to her once the door had been shut, his movements smooth and calculated.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Orton?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I saw your match. You've got quite a temper, don't you?" he growled, clearly not pleased to be questioned.

"Yeah, I have a temper. But then again, so do you. What exactly are you getting at?" Ana snapped, folding her arms across her generous assets. Orton's eyes were drawn to her chest, but only for an instant. He chuckled and came closer, his towering height somewhat intimidating.

"What I'm getting at is that if you join Legacy, our group will become unstoppable. We need a fourth member to even the odds against the other superstars. What do you say?" he asked, nearly closing the space between them.

"Yeah right! Me, join Legacy? You've got to be kidding. Did you really think I was that stupid? Did you really think that I was going to join Legacy so that you could bully me around like you do Debiasse and Rhodes? Nice try Orton, but that isn't going to work," Ana snarled, pushing past him and out of the room.

Orton followed her to the women's locker room and stopped at the door. The other divas weren't in the room and Orton took it as his chance to change her mind. He entered the locker room and shut the door behind him. She turned on him and gave him an annoyed glare and made an exasperated gesture with her arms.

"What are you? A stalker? Get out! Girls only!" she shouted, spinning him around and pushing him towards that door.

"Will you calm down for a minute to listen to what I have to say?" he shouted back, bracing himself against the door frame.

Ana stopped and pulled away, crossing her arms over her chest. Randy turned around and straightened out his tee shirt.

"Legacy needs a female member. Someone who can keep Dibiasse and Rhodes in line while I'm gone. And someone who will serve as distractions for us," Randy Orton stated, his hands hanging at his sides.

"So you want me to be a babysitter?" Ana asked sarcastically, raising a brow to give her an arrogant look.

"No. That's not what I meant!" Randy said reassuringly, holding up his hands in defense.

"That's exactly what you meant! You sexist! That's almost as bad as saying women should stay in the kitchen!" she shouted angrily, taking a threatening step towards him.

"I meant no disrespect, Ana. Just consider my offer. I'll be expecting an answer next week."