She's a Killer.

Chloe was sitting in Vince's office, impatiently waiting for him to get off the phone. She wasn't necessarily in a hurry to speak with him, but he seemed to be taking an awful long time talking to someone down at headquarters. Her converse clad foot was tapping incessantly, causing Vince to look up from his papers and glare at her. A cheeky smile found it's way to her lips and she began tapping a beat with her feet, attempting to annoy him as much as possible. It wasn't five minutes later that he was telling the person on the other line that he had to go.

"What Chloe?" He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My character's getting too baby face," She stated, "The Falcon is supposed to be neutral."

Vince couldn't help but start laughing, "You're tired of helping the good guys?"

"Well not necessarily," Chloe frowned and shrugged, "But all I've been doing lately is helping the faces. I want to create some controversy. I'm bored of all of this."

"Alright, let's look here," He murmured, grabbing a folder labeled 5.17.10, "Well, I know you hate Michelle Mc., so how about we wait until next week to have you start helping the heels?"

He watched the spark go off in her eyes and smirked devilishly, "Okay, it can wait a week."

***

Chloe smirked and walked out onto the ramp. Instantly, the eyes of six divas were on her. While it was still against the rules for her to participate in any diva competitions, she could still make sure her presence hung in the back of her minds. And well, Chloe had never really been one of follow the rules. Michelle and Layla looked nervous, or more nervous than the other four. There had been a long time annoyance in Chloe caused by Laycool. And the two knew it. She held the mic up to her lips with an innocent shrug.

"Don't you mind me ladies; I'm just here to watch," She chuckled before crossing her arms over her chest.

The official rang the bell slowly, watching Chloe with a calculating look. She couldn't help but chuckle again. This was not a part of any serious story line, really. Just one that she'd talked Vince into only minutes before the show started. Chloe just generally didn't like Laycool. Not only were they bitches on camera, but they were off as well.

Chloe watched as Layla distracted the ref so her partner could put in some dirty work cheating. She instantly sprang into action, charging down the ramp, jumping over Nikki, and grabbing onto the bottom rope. Michelle was too shocked to move as Chloe swung both her legs up, slipping them between the bottom rope and the mat, propelling her body vertically in order to catch Michelle directly under the chin.

McCool fell back, out cold. Luckily, Brie and Eve had been keeping the ref adequately distracted. Chloe followed through, letting go of the bottom rope. She landed upside down, the rope across her stomach as she looked at the crowd between the second the third. She ran a hand through her long hair seductively and flipped off the rope, landing gracefully on her feet.

Making sure the ref was still distracted, Chloe helped Nikki up into the ring before moving to sit on the barrier. Laycool and Maryse still won of the match, but the utter scorn from Chloe lingered in their minds. Maryse, of course, didn't really care so long as she won. Being one of Chloe's real, off screen friends, Maryse knew her extreme disdain for the obnoxious tag team partners.

"You three," Chloe stated, motioning towards the three baby faces in the ring, "Don't take this as a personal favour. I'd rather enjoy wearing that diva's championship sometime in the near future."

With that last thought she walked off the ramp with a smirk on her face. She found her locker room and stepped inside with a sigh, rolling her shoulders. While she'd been practicing that move for a while, she wasn't expecting the pain in her upper back and shoulders. Two arms found their way around her middle, making Chloe smile slightly.

"How about once I finish my match, we go back to the hotel and hang out in the jacuzzi?" Randy murmured, brushing his nose over her shoulder.

A sigh fell from her lips and she nodded, "Sounds like heaven. My back's killing me after that upside down rope uppercut."

"You gonna come up with a catchier name for that?" He chuckled.

"Later," Chloe whined, sneaking away from his hold, "Do you want me to stand ring side for your match?"

"No, not tonight. You need to relax and I know watching the hell get beaten out of me later is going to make you go ballistic."

She smirked slightly and nodded, "Yeah, that's probably for the best. I'll hang out with Matt."

Randy smiled and kissed her lovingly, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck. Before either of them realized what they were doing, her legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands in her shorts, gripping her ass tightly. They broke apart, breathing heavily. Randy kissed her lightly before setting her down quickly leaving the room.

The passion between the two had been growing over the past few weeks, but Chloe was hesitant do do anything about it. Not only was Dave keeping a close eye on the couple, but she didn't have much experience when it came to that sort of thing. She'd only had two boyfriends in her life, mainly because of Dave, and the number of times she'd had sex was easily counted on one hand.

A shiver ran down her spine, a blush filling her cheeks. Not only that, but she'd accidentally walked in on Randy twice now. Actually, she was starting to think he was planning it. The first time he'd been stepping out of the shower, the second time he was about to get in the shower, and happened to have a major case of morning wood. He definitely wasn't lacking down under, that's for sure.

She quickly changed into her street clothes, a Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt and a pair of red skinny jeans, just before Maryse walked into their changing room. The blonde was leaning against one of the counters, her arms crossed over her chest as she smirked.

"Is there anything you don't automatically know?" Chloe demanded, crossing her arms in response with a pout on her lips.

"Regarding the sex life of anyone in the WWE? Nope."

A chuckle spilled from her throat and Chloe shook her head, "Whatever. I'm not in the mood to talk about this. I'm going to stalk down Matt."

"Fine, ditch me for him," She grinned slightly, "I'll find out myself."

She didn't let it show on her face, but Chloe was reasonably nervous.