She's a Killer.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. The RAW roster got stuck in Europe, Chloe beat up her brother after he threatened Randy, she lost both Kofi and Christian to Smackdown, gaining John Morrison and R-Truth. The morning of Monday May 3rd and the first RAW after the Draft, Chloe woke up feeling like someone had smashed her head in. Randy's arms were wrapped tightly around her middle, holding her against his chest. She moaned in pain, grabbing her head and curling up.

"What's the matter baby?" He murmured, yawning into her hair.

"I need advil," She whimpered, "A lot of advil."

"Your stomach again?"

"My head."

Randy grunted tiredly before pulling his arms away and rolling out of bed. A loud thump echoed throughout the room, followed by a loud groan. Chloe couldn't help but snicker softly.

"Didn't catch yourself again?"

He grumbled something incoherent, picking himself up off the ground and stumbling over to her purse. After a moment of rummaging around, he pulled out the bottle of Advil and grabbed a cup of water before dropping onto the bed beside her. She greedily took up the medication and swallowed it down, groaning slightly.

"You gonna be good for the show tonight?" Randy asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Yeah," she moaned, "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Randy only rolled his eyes, "We'll see."

***

Chloe waited patiently under the the ring, feeling her brother bouncing around above her. While she'd never been a fan of being cramped under the mat, she was pretty amused to hear her brother shouting and muttering like a scorned child.

The lights in the arena went out completely, causing Dave to grin for a few seconds before quickly composing his face in fury. The ring shook slightly as Chloe climbed in and sat on the turnbuckle, placing her feet on the ropes with her hands draped lazily between her knees. She lent back against nothing, keeping her feet wrapped under the top rope so she didn't fall. The lights switched back on and she quickly spoke into her mic.

"You still going on with this inferiority complex, bro?" She questioned with a smirk, "Maybe we should get you into some therapy."

"Shut up and get out of here, Chloe," He growled, a snarl placed on his features.

"Shut up and get out of here, Chloe," She mocked in a high voice, "Get over yourself, Davie Boy."

Suddenly Sheamus' music began to play. She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she crossed her arms over her chest. The look on Dave's face grew nasty as the Irishman walked out onto the ramp and then into the ring.

"Forgive me Chloe," He drawled, "But I need a word with yer brother."

"Even Sheamus sucks up to Chloe; her power over the WWE roster is insane."

"I have to agree. Even the Deadman— The Undertaker has shown her quite a bit of respect."

"That's right! A few weeks before she was injured, when she was messing with the SmackDown Roster. The Undertaker escorted her out to the ring for her match with CM Punk."

"That was during her feud with the Straight Edge Society. Chloe had been ambushed a few weeks before by Serena and Luke Gallows. They hurt her knee, which indefinitely led to her back getting broken by Evan Bourne."

"She'd specifically asked Taker to walk her out, knowing Punk's disciples wouldn't try to interrupt her match if he was standing ringside. Rumour was they made some kind of deal, but the specifics were never released."

"Sheamus," Chloe stated calmly into her mic after letting the redheaded man rant for a few minutes, "I'm trying to have a family moment here. You're probably the worst person to interrupt me, too. Because I'm far from happy with you."

She gracefully slid from the turnbuckle and stalked out into the middle of the ring. Dave clenched his hands into fists, glaring darkly at his sister. Sheamus looked slightly nervous, as he licked his lips nervously.

"Hunter is badly injured, I'm furious. So my pale, pasty Irishman, you are are at the very top of my hit list, higher than my brother actually," Chloe paused, a dark look crossing her features as she bravely stepped into his face, lowering her voice to a deadly growl, "Now I suggest you run."

Sheamus glanced between the siblings nervously before quickly getting out of the ring and running backstage. He probably wouldn't have run off had it just been Chloe, but knowing her brother was pissed at him too gave him the needed push to get the Hell out of there. Chloe couldn't help but snicker darkly in her mic. Dave rolled his eyes and shoved her roughly back into the ropes.

"Hey now," She smirked, holding onto the ropes to avoid his clothesline, "Let's not get violent— I might actually end you career this time. Now get over your freaking hissy fit. You lost. End of story, move on."

Chloe dropped the mic and turned her back to him, grabbing the top rope and using it to propel her into a graceful flip over the top rope. She landed in a crouch, standing and flipping her hair elegantly over her shoulder. A smirk was sent back at her brother once she was at the top of the ramp, before she slipped backstage.

"How does she do that in those heels? I just don't understand."

"She's a Falcon, King. Flying is second nature."

Backstage, Chloe quickly found Randy in one of the various locker rooms, hanging out with Ted and Maryse. She muttered incoherently under her breath before finding her way into her boyfriends lap, burying her face in his neck. He almost unconsciously raised his hands to thread his fingers through her hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"You okay, Chloe?" Maryse asked, concern colouring her tone.

"She hasn't been feeling well all day," Randy stated, seeing that she was beginning to doze off, "It would be fantastic if she could catch a nap before she rescues Tyson and David."

"Where are you going?" She murmured, hearing the hidden message in his words.

"I have to go check my segment with Adam and Wade."

Chloe nodded lethargically and moved off of him so he could stand. He kissed her lightly before nodding towards Maryse and walking out of the room. The blonde woman quickly moved to lay next to her friend, cuddling the shorter female in her arms.

"Try to sleep a bit," The French-Canadian said softly, stroking her fingers through the others hair, "I'll wake you up before it's time for you to go on."
***

It was only about twenty minutes later that she was being shaken awake.

"Chloe, you need to wake up," Maryse said remorsefully, "You have to go on soon."

She groaned in annoyance, her head throbbing slightly as she stood up and walked out into the area just behind the curtain, waiting to hear Jericho perform the Code Breaker. Though she didn't have to wait long, it was only seconds before she arrived that she was darting down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Jericho, who'd been holding The Miz's hand up, instantly backed into the turn buckle, causing Miz to follow.

"Chloe!? What!?"

She sent the two on stage cowards a bored look, turning her back to them in a blunt display of disrespect and crouched down to check on David, who was laid out on the mat. A trademark snap of her fingers had a techie jumping into the ring to quickly hand her a microphone, which she lazily twirled in her hands for a moment before sighing.

"Really?" She questioned simply, placing a hand on her hip, "You pathetic idiots. Are you so insecure in your abilities that you have to attack a man that was just in a match?"

Jericho fumed while Miz kept his distance, watching as the former grabbed a mic harshly and held it up to his lips, "What do you know, Chloe!? You're always saving someone one day and the next you're going after them with a steel chair! You're the one trying to over compensate for their lack of abilities!"

"Awh," Chloe cooed mockingly, her face still stoic, "Did I upset you Jericho? Does it make you mad that you know I could take you down in an instant if I wanted to?"

"That's a lie," He hissed, "You couldn't beat me with one hand tied behind my back."

"Then let's go, Chris," Her exterior changed suddenly, her face forming a demonic smirk and her eyes glinting sadistically, "Fight me right now. No interferences from your little buddies, just you and me."

Jericho faltered, stepping back slightly, "No, as soon as I touch you Orton's going to kick my ass."

"No he won't," She shook her head, "No interferences from your friends means none from mine. Now how about we prove who's stronger."

Jericho turned and screamed for Miz to get out of the ring, while Natalya was helping David out. A ref quickly jumped up into the ring, taking Chloe's necklace and both mics. She rolled her shoulders as she watched him bounce across from her, flexing his fists. Not five seconds later the bell rang and Jericho ran at her. She dropped to the mat, causing him to jump straight over her. She quickly sat up, raising both of her feet together as he bounced off the ropes. He didn't have time to stop and ended up running right into her trap, her feet digging into his stomach.

He stumbled back and Chloe rolled backwards away from him, coming to stand gracefully on her feet in the corner diagonal from Chris. A lift of her heel asked if he was alright, and a wipe of his brow told he was. She ran at him, jumping high into the air and kicking his chest with one foot, pushing off and back flipping. She once again landed on her feet as his back slammed into the turnbuckle. She didn't expect him to recover so quickly and his high kick to her gut sent her down to the mat.

"Ouch, that looks like it hurt."

He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her up off the mat, ignoring the official telling him to let go of her hair. Chris threw her into a turnbuckle so hard her back cracked and she grunted in pain, collapsing onto her front. The entire crowd was chanting Falcon, which distracted Jericho. He turned his back to her in order to yell at them, screaming they were hypocrites. She swiftly forced herself to her feet and jumped into the air and twisting her body. Both of her heels connected with the back of his neck, causing him to fall forward. Chloe landed on her knees and quickly crawled over to him, rolling him onto his back and going for a cover.

She barely got a one count before he pushed out, shoving her back into the ropes. Using the momentum, she pushed off and landed with her knee on his head. With the match having suddenly turned in her favour, she quickly stood and ran back into the ropes, slamming into them with such force she was sent flying into Jericho as he stood, performing a perfect flying cross body. Chloe stood and flipped her hair back forcefully, raising her hands into her wings and making a fierce face. She glanced back to make sure he was still laying behind her, before doing a stationary back flip and landing with her knees on his chest.

"I think she's got it here, King.

This time Chris took two and a half before he managed to power out, rolling onto his stomach to keep his shoulders off the mat. Chloe grunted in frustration and quickly ran to the turnbuckles, flipping up onto the top rope. She didn't give anyone even a second to register what she was doing before she performed a shooting star press. Pain ripped through her stomach as she rolled him over and covered him, finally getting the three count. She stood with one arm wrapped around her mid section, the official raising the other as she was named the victor of the match.

"I'd like to see Evan Bourne and The Falcon go at it. They're both high flyers and they can both get some serious air.

"I wonder what he thinks about her using his finisher? The shooting star press?"

"Personally, I would be flattered."