A/N: Thanks for deciding to read my fic! Just to clarify, because of my own reservations about writing real-person fanfiction, this story takes place only within the confines of the WWE storyline. That is, all wrestlers are in character all the time, and will be referred to only by their ring names (with very few exceptions). This also means that the athlete's personal lives are also as they are seen in the WWE storyline. I'll also be adding past divas and wrestlers to the mix, and trying to create more of an Attitude-Era vibe. Also, this story is also available on tumblr complete with videos and other media (and more explicit content that this archive does not allow), so if you'd like to see that, the link is on my profile).

'Well, you're no Queen of Extreme, but…'

Aiden laughed, despite her breathless state, taking the outstretched hand of her red-headed mentor. 'I'm ready for the main roster then?'

Lita cracked her knuckles, and her smile grew wider, 'More than ready. You better raise hell for me.'

Aiden winked, stretching her lean frame, 'I'll break a chair over someone's head.'

'That's my girl! Now get a move on, we're going to try that Dragonrana again.'

The locker room was cramped; almost unnavigable with all of the duffel bags and items strewn in the way. It figured: a few of the 'divas' were coming in from other shows, and had probably arrived in the nick of time. Aiden herself had just been flown in from her last ever NXT show in California. Stepping over the worst of the clutter, she shoved some bags aside so she could place her own things on the bench. Vince had insisted that she get new clothing before she moved up… something about there being an NXT-look (read: a slightly more polite way of saying rookie) of all the divas.

Eyeing the glittery purple tights that hung from a nearby locker, Aiden scoffed inwardly. Well, she'd rather look like a rookie than like whatever it was some of these women did when they were done dressing. She caught herself in mid thought- it wouldn't do to let her overconfidence bite her so soon, would it? Disparaging remarks, even the mental ones, could wait until she'd proven herself.

She checked her watch and paled a little. There wasn't time to waste; she was already running late, the show had probably already started. On went the black denim shorts, the knee high guards and boots and the studded, cropped vest that gave a nice view of her flat stomach. You hardly ever found the female wrestlers being pushed to wear more clothing. Sex sells real good, right?

Aiden contemplated the black fingerless gloves that Lita had recommended; she hated wearing any sort of glove, even in winter. They were damned uncomfortable. Lita's sound warning came wafting back however, and once again, Aiden kept her thoughts in check.

Sweaty palms? Who, me?

She pulled the gloves on, smiling slightly…better safe than face down eating mat because she'd lost her grip. Lita would probably fly over and kick her ass if she lost like that. She took her coiled headphones from her bag, stuffing the iPod into the waist band of her shorts. She was as ready as she'd ever be.

The outside hallway was surprisingly quiet, devoid of everyone but a security guard. He nodded to her, giving a small smile as she passed, as if he could see the tension written all over her face. Heading down the adjoining corridor and into the area that was just off the stadium, she saw a burly man wearing a white crewneck. Squinting in the darkness, she realised, with a strange jolt, that it was John Cena, the WWE Champion himself murmuring to an official, his title belt slung from his shoulder. Despite her disdain for the man, she couldn't help but feel just a bit starstruck.

Soon, I'll take my place among the greats, she thought. Her billed match was against Layla, who wasn't exactly a pushover, not by a long shot…however, Aiden was betting that Lita's training would give her an advantage. Vince was coming around slowly to the idea of rejuvenating the women's division with more athletes willing to compete in knockdown, drag out fights instead of prancing around the ring for half the match. The fact that there were finally a few extreme rules matches with women in them back on NXT showed that at least the idea was being tested. In all honesty, it was strange that they had taken her alone and left Paige for now. Both wrestlers had done well in the extreme matches, and Paige was more experienced. If Vince was set on shaking up the almost non-existent diva's division, why not bring in a well-established tag team of two hell raisers?

Granted, it was a great time for Paige on NXT now; she was ruling the female roster with an iron fist after Aiden had vacated the title, leaving her in the number one contender's spot. Aiden smiled to herself, remembering the knowing look that they'd given each other from across the ring, right after she had won the belt. It was a matter of time before Miss Hell in Boots was knocking down her door, and she was looking forward to it. Sadly, before that could happen, the main roster decided that they wanted one of the Anti-Divas, and they wouldn't wait for her to lose her title.

From the stadium outside, the roar of the crowd came to a climax, as it seemed as if someone won. It was so loud that it had dulled her music to background noise. Deafening theme music blared, she could tell at least that it was Kofi Kingston's, she couldn't make out the muffled lyrics, but the overly enthusiastic beat gave away its owner. That meant that her match was next.

The match co-ordinators and ring staff descended upon her almost all at once, giving her the usual pre-match briefing, running through the timing and telling her who her referee was going to be. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Aiden handed over her iPod and walked down to the entrance ramp, taking deep breaths.

Michael Cole's voice broke the crowd's static hum as the match preperations were finished, 'Welcome back to Monday Night RAW. Right now we're awaiting the debut of a new diva, or should I say, as NXT fans know her, one of the Anti-Divas.'

'Anti-Diva? What in the blue hell is that?' JBL asked, bemused.

'We're about to see, the newest addition to our roster, Aiden Blake set to go one on one with Layla,' Cole said, watching the timer tick down for the titantron to begin.

'The following match is set for one fall, weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds, Aiden Blake!'

The music itself spoke volumes about the girl walking out to it. She was petite, and walked to the ring like a predator strutting through its domain, not sparing the crowd a glance. The fans didn't seem to like it, some yelling for her to turn around, or more insulting things. Entering the ring, she smoothed dark hair behind her, and stretched lightly, keeping her eyes on the entrance ramp for her opponent.

As the music died down, Cole began again, 'Aiden Blake entering the ring, looking like she's ready for her first fight. They call her the She Wolf, the Femme Fatale; will Layla find this out tonight, or will our rookie have a rude awakening in her RAW debut?'

Lawler's amused voice cut in, 'I'll tell you what, Cole, she looks like an interesting one to watch, but Layla hasn't been in a proper match for weeks, I'll bet she's just waiting to get in here and wipe the floor with someone,'

Layla flounced into the ring, both women keeping eye contact, circling. The referee stepped between them. He looked them both over, explaining the match stipulations once more, before signalling for the bell to go off.

The women continued to circle one another; Layla flashed a smile, right before she dove in for a grapple. Aiden caught her, both women struggling to push the other off balance. A knee came up swiftly, connecting right with her mid-section, knocking the breath right out of her. Layla used the opportunity to let go of the grapple, grabbing two fistfuls of Aiden's hair, and jerking her roughly backwards on to the mat.

'Layla, looking good as this match-up begins, already sending Aiden Blake to the floor. Layla goes in for the elbow drop but Aiden rolls away; a kick by Layla, now she's pulling her up for what looks to be a clothesline.' Cole said.

Lawler said, 'I think Layla better watch herself here; too many times we've seen this go so wrong and oh- Aiden Blake countering with a huracanrana! Taken right out of the arsenal of former Women's Champ Lita!'

'Like teacher like student, I wonder if any more of Team Extreme had a say in her training?' JBL asked.

Layla was still reeling from the huracanrana, and Aiden used to opportunity to deliver several boots to her midsection. Aiden grinned a little; her ribs were still hurting, right where she'd taken that knee earlier on.

'How do you like this, bitch?' she said, stamping her foot down and grinding it into Layla's torso. The referee pushed her off, and Aiden raised both hands in the air, still smiling. Layla stumbled to her feet, charging, but Aiden parried her, flinging her into the ropes. She miscalculated the timing slightly, and Layla managed to stop on the throwback, jumping right into her, and sending her flat onto the mat. Layla hooked her leg, and the referee dropped to count.

'ONE, TW-'

Aiden jerked up and flung Layla off, flipping shakily to her feet. Layla launched several right hands at her, Aiden turned and collected them in her shoulder as she raised her boot and kicked Layla in the stomach, buckling her. Putting in the headlock, Aiden raised her free hand, and then dropped backwards for a DDT.

This match needed a quick finish. Aiden was panting, circling her opponent, the predatory instinct kicking in. Layla started to stir, making a move to get up. Aiden swiftly turned and climbed the turnbuckles.

'What's this we have here? Another high-flying manoeuvre? Layla better watch out!'

Layla stumbled to her feet, turning right as Aiden launched herself, hitting the somersault and landing to wrap her legs around the woman's neck. Using the remaining momentum, without a delay, she flipped herself backwards, sending Layla head-first onto the mat, with Aiden on her chest, hooking her leg for a pin.

Cole sounded stunned. 'Woah! What the hell was that?'

'A Dragonrana you ignoramus, what kinda commentator are you?' JBL asked dryly. 'And she's hooked the leg, the ref going in, one, two, three!'

Aiden stood up, holding her torso and wincing. The Dragonrana took a lot out of those bruised ribs of hers. The referee held up her hand as her music started to sound out, booming through the stadium. Looking out into the crowd, with her arm lifted in victory… this was it, this was fucking paradise.

Back in the dressing rooms, the medics wanted to take a look at her ribs to make sure that she didn't crack anything. Layla was being seen in another area, just to ensure that the fighting stayed in the ring, and not in the back.

'You seem fine, but you'll be in some pain,' the guy in charge handed her a small Ziploc of painkillers. 'Aspirin. Take one every four hours, and if it gets worse, don't train,'

'Thanks,' Aiden took the bag and pocketed it, limping out of the room and towards the women's showers. Walking down the hall, near past her was a brood of three men, all dressed in black tactical gear, with their game faces on. The head of the group, Dean Ambrose stopped to let her pass, giving her a small, twisted smile. Aiden raised an eyebrow and smiled back. The Shield; she watched them continue on their way to the fan's entrances…no doubt, someone was going to be served justice tonight.