She's a Killer.

"Now, onto the subject of the NXT tonight," Vince stated.

Two hours had passed since the Lava incident. Chloe and John had to forfeit the Unified Tag-Team Championship, since Chloe had hit the official. They were both fine with it- The Falcon and John Cena were singles. They didn't enjoy participating in tag-team matches. The title was returned to The ShowMiz. Luckily, there were no hard feelings, so Chloe and Mike were still on for a PacMan marathon that night.

"Are they even here?" R-Truth asked, looking around in confusion.

"No," Vince shook his head, "But something exciting needs to happen."

"Kane beating the living Hell out of Slater isn't going to be exciting?" HHH asked, an amused look on his face.

"Yes, but we need more. Who has an idea?" The Chairman looked around the room, sighing when he saw the blank looks on his Superstars' faces.

"You could have John come on and beat Otunga," Chloe suggested with a shrug, "The audience would love that."

"But he's doing that next week in London," Vince stated.

Dave gave him a bland look, "Why do you even ask? You already know what you want to happen. Say it."

Vince grinned evilly, "Chloe will be guest starring tonight on NXT."

"LIAR!" Chloe screamed, standing up and pointing at the older man, "I WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOUR EVIL PLOT!"

"But Chloe!" Christian pouted, "You get to be with me!"

"I'LL DO IT!" Chloe shrieked, tackling Christian back in his chair.

***

Taking a running start, Chloe jumped and slammed into Matt Hardy's back, nearly taking him down on accident. The taller man stumbled, laughing as she squealed.

"Mike," Chloe whined, looking over Matt's shoulder, "What about PacMan?"

"Tomorrow night? It's a Wednesday, right?"

"Uhh," The girl rested her chin on Matt's head, "Yes. NXT is on Tuesday nights, so tomorrow's a Wednesday."

"Hey little girl."

"KANE!" Chloe screamed, managing to clambor down from Matt's back and throw herself at the Big Red Machine.

Everyone laughed, falling into conversations as the rookies stood towards the back of the room. Chloe found herself on Christian's back as he talked to Carlito, her eyes on the new guys.

"Why are they hiding?" She asked in a very loud whisper.

"I'm not sure," Christian fake whispered back.

"Why are you guys all hiding in the corner?" Matt questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"I think they're scared of Chloe," Carlito snickered.

"Damn straight," She grinned, "I am fucking terrifying."

"To a fly," William Regal snickered.

Chloe sent him a hurt look, pressing her hand over her heart, "Right here, Regal. That hit right here."

"Rookies on in five," One of the stage hands called, nodding towards the eight.

"When do I go on?" Chloe called, frowning towards the man.

He looked at the paper in his hands, "You go on right before the keg carry."

"Thank you, sir," She grinned, dropping off Christian's back, "I should go get changed."

Everyone watched as she pranced off, Christian turning to grin at the rookies, "I'd suggest you guys avert your eyes."

"Orton's had his eyes on her for a while now," Matt laughed, shaking his head, "She's just a little oblivious."

"A little?" Christian snorted, "Matt K. told her and she blew it off."

It was only a few minutes later that the rookies were walking out onto the ramp. Boos filled the arena as Otunga was announced. Chloe walked back into the room, rolling her shoulders as the last rookie, Daniel Bryan, walked out onto the ramp.

"Just a few minutes, Chloe," The stage hand stated.

She nodded and turned back to Christian, tangling herself around him in a hug, "I'm so tired."

"What the Hell was Vince thinking with that meeting at six in the fucking morning?" Chris Jericho asked, rolling his eyes.

"He was thinking about how much he hates us all," Chloe grumbled unhappily as Christian lifted her into his arms, holding her on his waist like a toddler.

"Just be happy you don't have any matches tonight."

The stage hand come out once again, pressing a mic into Chloe's hand. Eerie music started playing and Chloe sighed before lifting the mic to her lips, walking towards the ramp entrance.

"One two, Chloe's coming for you," She sung, listening as screams and cheers errupted from the crowds, "Three four, gonna hit the floor. Five six, pull out your tricks. Seven eight, try to battle your fate. Nine ten, hit the mat again."

"Chloe Batista!" Josh Matthews exclaimed from the commentators table, "She's popping up and making trouble every where it seems!"

"She's not so much making trouble as having fun I think, Josh," Cole stated, "Chloe enjoys wreaking havoc in the WWE universe. It's one of her favourite passtimes."

Chloe watched in amusement as the rookies scrambled to get to the sides of the ramp, giving her plenty of room to walk towards Matt Striker. The host and wrestler grinned at her, having not been privy to the information she'd be there tonight. Actually, no one except those who'd attended the meeting that morning knew.

"Ms. Chloe," Striker held his hand out, "Pleasure to see you here."

"If you say so," She stated, ignoring his hand as she looked around.

She allowed a smirk to flitter over her lips as she looked at the crowd. Vince didn't lie when he said she was one of the favourite divas on any of the brands. Dropping her mic, Chloe made the letter 'f' in sign language and held it upside down, resting her thumbs on her shoulders. The audience followed, chanting Falcon as they held up her sign.

"The wings of the Falcon," Cole grinned, "Triple H, her mentor and the only wrestler that she's been known to help at all costs, is the one that came up with Chloe's wings."

Matt picked up her mic and held it out to her. Chloe delicately took it from his hands, watching as he held his own up and cleared his throat.

"If you don't mind me asking, Chloe, why are you here tonight?"

"I'm here to inform David Otunga that he has been invited to next weeks Raw," She stated in a dull drawl, her dark brown eyes landing on the young man.

He smirked and nodded, putting his hands on his hips like he thought he was all that. Chloe kept herself from rolling her eyes and walked up to him, spitting in his face. The audience cheered and screamed.

"I suggest refrain from acting like an idiot until I've finished," Chloe hissed darkly, "You've been invited by John Cena. He's just a little angry that you walked out on him. Prepare yourself, because you have a match with him next week. One in which you will loose."

Chloe pursed her lips as she watched his eyes widen. The rookie was obviously not expecting to be pushed into a match with the WWE Champion. She took the opportunity to slap him hard across the face while he was slightly out of it, knocking his sunglasses off his face.

"Never call me a 'chick', little boy. I'm a Falcon."

Otunga lashed out, punching her hard in the stomach. She kneeled over, gasping for a moment. Fury filled her veins. It was no longer just a story line; he'd actually hit her, as hard as he could. She stood up straight, flipping her hair back.

"Oh man. Do you see the look on her face!? Cole exclaimed.

"Otunga doesn't know what he just got himself into."

Chloe lifted her shirt, to show the dark red, nearly purple mark beginning to bruise on her stomach. She took a delibrate glance at it before looking back up at Otunga, wagging her finger in a scolding manner and tutting. Her mircrophone fell to the ground and she superkicked him in the balls. Otunga went down like a plane, crashing into the ramp. She took a moment to regain her composure before bending over and picking up her microphone.

"Honest to God," She hissed, "I will end your career. And you will be participating in this Keg Carry, so stand your ass up."

Chloe flipped her hair out of her face and walked over to one of the barricades, leaning against it as Otunga hobbled to his feet, still holding himself. The fans behind her patted her back and shoulders, asking if her stomach was okay and telling her that Otunga was a little bitch. A tug on her long hair caused her to turn.

"Can I pay wit yous hair?" A little girl, who looked about four years old, asked looking at her with wide brown eyes.

Chloe couldn't help but grin slightly, "Sure honey, just try not to pull too hard. Don't tell anyone, but I'm a real wimp when it comes to my hair."

The little girl giggled and Chloe turned back to face the ramp, feeling small tugs on her hair as the girl twisted it. Chloe adored little kids; they were innocent and happy, especially the ones like the little girl behind her. She couldn't help but remember when she was so care free.

Soon the match was soon done- Otunga coming in last place after dropping the keg in front of the commentators table. Of course, Tarver had also dropped the keg. Something about the currently seventh place rookie rubbed her the wrong way.

"Would you like to meet your opponent?" Matt asked Heath, the winner of the Keg Carry.

The ginger man nodded, his eyes getting wide when Kane, The Big Red Machine, walked out onto the ramp. Chloe sighed, her stomach aching like a bitch. She turned and said a soft goodbye to the little girl, ruffling her hair and giving her one of the gloves she was currently wearing. Then, she allowed Kane to stare Heath down for a moment before limping over to him and tapping his shoulder. He turned around, looking very annoyed that he was being interrupted.

"What is Chloe thinking?" Cole questioned.

"I believe she's probably thinking about how she can barely walk, Cole."

She held her microphone up to her lips, holding her stomach with her other hand, "A little help getting backstage please, Kane?"

"Sometimes I think Chloe is a little too confident in the Superstars opinions of her."

"She knows the Superstars want to stay on her good side after she nearly ended her brother's career in one move. She'd be stupid not to use that to her advantage."

Almost without a second thought, Kane scooped her up into his arms, careful not to bend her stomach. The look he sent Otunga was enough to make the younger male shudder in fear. Chloe grasped her stomach, grimacing in pain as Kane stepped back stage, quickly walking over to one of the couches in the room and laying her down.

"He's fucking psychotic!" She moaned, holding her stomach as a medic ran over, "He was trying to hurt me!"

"Was he wearing brass knuckles or something?" The medic demanded, his face contorting in shock and anger, "It's nothing life threatening but it's going to hurt like a bitch for the next couple of weeks."

"Weeks!?" Chloe whined, "Seriously?"

"I love how you just recovered from a serious injury and then a day later got a new one. You move fast, Chloe," Mike grinned.

Christian reached over and slapped him upside the head, rolling his eyes, "Let's just hope Dave and Paul weren't watching the show."

"Oh God," She groaned, "Someone go get my cell."

Carlito walked off towards her dressing room, snickering behind his hand. With little effort, Christian manuevered himself under Chloe on the couch, settling her between his legs with her back resting against his chest. She took his hands, playing with his fingers absently while she waited for Carlito to return with her phone. Odds were that Dave had been watching the show and saw Otunga punch her in the stomach. He would no doubt be furious, especially since Chloe had to get help backstage.

Carlito walked out with the phone in his hand, the screen lit up, "He was calling nonstop when I got back there, so I picked up. He's kinda pissed."

"Oh really, you don't say?" Chloe mumbled sarcastically, taking the phone from his hand with a deep breath, "Hey Davie."

Christian rubbed her back lightly, feeling her tense as Dave began to shout through the phone. He wasn't mad at her of course, but at Otunga and the over-all situation. Chloe still wasn't a fan of shouting.

"I know Dave," She sighed softly, "But there's nothing you can do about it now... Yeah, I know. I love you too. Bye."

She closed her phone and dropped it in her lap, curling her arms around her tummy as the rookies made their way backstage. When Otunga made his appearance, he looked reasonably scared.

"You idiot," Ron, also known as R-Truth, hissed darkly at his rookie, "What the Hell were you thinking?"

"She's fucking started it! She slapped me across the face!" David shouted angrily, pointing at her accusingly.

"I stage slapped you. It's a fucking storyline, you dumb shit," Chloe snapped, snarling at him dangerously, "Your face isn't even red. But I swear, when I get my hands on you, your entire body will be fucking black and blue."

"How was I supposed to know it's a storyline!?"

"YOU'RE AN ACTOR!" She screamed, trying to stand only to be held back by Christian, "I'm an actor! WE ACT!"

"Except you weren't acting when you punched her in the stomach, and now her brother is pissed," Matt Hardy laughed evilly.

"Oh!" Mike jumped up from his seat on a couch across from Chloe, "We should start taking bets! Twenty bucks says Paul gets to him before Dave!"

"You're on!" Carlito grinned.

"My money's on Orton," One of the rookies, Skip, grinned widely.

"This one watches Raw," Chloe stated, pointing at Skip with a grin, "My money's with him."

"Don't worry, they're just trying to scare you," Wade stated, looking at Otunga, "Hopefully."