Welcome to Hell

That old familiar feeling of being eaten alive by butterflies gripped Presley as she sat in the back area of the FCW arena. She'd been all smiles when Shaun had dropped her off, promising her beau to do him proud. But now, on her own and alone with all her worries, she had to hold onto her chair to keep her from bolting all the way home to Long Beach.

"Excuse me, you're Presley right?" Presley looked up to see the owner of the voice who spoke to her with a Southern drawl. Presley nodded, still being hogtied by nerves. "I'm Ashley, or your opponent, Audrey Marie." The light brunette about the same height as her smiled. Presley found the smile to return.

"Nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll work well together."

"Now if both of us give it our all, we can't go wrong now can we?" Audrey's smile got bigger. "See you out there," And off she went. Presley felt herself breath once again as she slumped back into her chair. She heard an unfamiliar laugh.

"Nervous, eh?" The voice said. Presley looked over her left shoulder to see Jon Good, known to FCW fans as Dean Ambrose, she would be starting to work with him soon.

"Just a bit. I'm not used to more than two hundred people, and that was once a month with PWG." Jon nodded, pulling up a chair, keeping a comfortable distance between them. As the vet but fellow FCW new comer shared his tips, Presley felt a little of her worries loosen up. She made her way to the locker room to lose her track gear, revealing her tied up black top, black trunks that came halfway down her thigh, and a small 'p' on the right thigh in gothic script. She slid her hands into fishnet glovelettes and pulled her Anarchy necklace over her head. Checking the buckles on her black boots and securing her kneepads, Presley took a deep breath and headed out. Waiting behind the curtain, she waited for her cue.

The FCW arena turned blood red as the bass chords of 'The Sharpest Lives' by My Chemical Romance blared through the speakers. The petite brunette they'd seen the vignette of, and seen sitting atop a ladder watching various matches strode through the curtain. She smiled towards the broadcast position, towards Dusty Rhodes, William Regal and Dean Ambrose, who was on guest commentary. Regal smiled to see the young woman stop and wipe her feet before jumping onto the apron, landing on her knees. Holding the second and third ropes, she swung out towards the crowd, her pin straight hair flying and her green eyes menacing. With a frown, Presley slinked through the ropes and seated herself in the corner. The lights came up as Aleena Jannetty made the announcements. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First, from Houston, Texas, Audrey Marie!" The pigtailed woman smiled, soaking in the few cheers for the former FCW Divas champion. "And her opponent, from the bowels of Long Beach California, Presley!" The crowd wasn't quite sure how to react to her, there were a few cheers and boos. Pres smirked, rolling her eyes and using the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Aleena exited the ring and the bell rang once she was safely through the ropes. All emotion dropped from Presley's face and she charged towards Audrey, tackling her with a shoulder block into the corner. The former champion was stunned; she didn't expect such sudden offense, so she put up no defense as Presley pounded her down to the canvas with kicks. Referee Rod Zapata admonished Presley,

"Get it out of the corner!" Presley turned quickly with a menacing stare, advancing on the official, who backed up immediately.

"There is definitely something lurking, deep in those green eyes of Presley's to back the ref off like that," Dusty Rhodes observed as Presley went back on the attack, or tried to. Audrey was ready for her this time, and buried an elbow into her stomach. Presley responded however with a straight forearm shiver to Audrey's nose. Continuing to smash the pretty Texan's face, Pres pushed her back into the corner, took her by the arm and whipped her across the ring. Ricocheting off the turnbuckle, Audrey Marie made contact with the mat.

"Presley off to a lovely start, she is obviously knows how to get the job done, let's see if she can keep it up." Regal observed. Presley flipped her hair out of her face went back on the attack, almost as if she'd heard Regal's request. Her heavy boots made contact with the former champion's back and even the buckles rattled. After Audrey rolled under the sanctuary of the ropes, the referee again intervened, this time pulling the newcomer back by the waist.

"Presley, stayin' on the offense, like a dog on a bone. Dean Ambrose, what are your thoughts on FCW's newest Diva?"

"Looks like she might have the killer instinct in her, I kinda like that," Ambrose mused, leaning back in his chair. "But like Mr. Regal said, she has to keep it up." Going back after being admonished by the referee, Presley pulled Audrey up by her hair, and Audrey struggled. She managed to get a kick in at Presley's midsection, breaking her hold. Prompting some cheers from the crowd, Audrey rallied a bit, driving Presley down to the mat. Oddly enough, and prompting Dean to sit forward with a half smirk, Presley was laughing. As she got to her feet, and Audrey continued to try and hammer away with forearms, Pres still laughing.

"Somethin is not right in her head, Presley laughing as Audrey Marie hits her in the face!" Dusty exclaimed.

"Reminds me of the third member of our broadcast team at the moment," Regal observed, somewhat of a half-smile on his face. Finally, Audrey stopped, and Presley held her stomach as she continued to laugh at her opponent. And taking everyone by surprise, Pres buried her shoulder into Audrey's midsection. Bouncing off the ropes, the thwack was heard throughout the entire arena as Audrey's beauty pageant worthy face connected with Presley's knee. A hush went over the crowd as Presley hooked her adversary's arms behind her back and spun, dropping her on her face.

"What a move by Presley, she calls it the Fall from Grace, lateral press," Dusty called the play by play action as such an impactful move had surprised both Regal and Ambrose, seemingly out of nowhere. As Zapata counted the pinfall, Presley flipped her long hair back, a look in her eye that frightened a couple small children in attendance.

"Here is your winner, Presley!" Aleena announced.

"Quite an impressive victory by the rookie," Regal observed.

"She's not to be taken lightly," Ambrose chimed in.

"You sound like you like her," Dusty teased with a smile.

"Maybe," Ambrose left with a rare smile, lifting the headset off and leaving.

"Looks like Aleena is fixin to get Presley's thoughts while they're fresh," Dusty mused as Aleena Janetty approached Presley once she slid out of the ring.

"Presley, how was it winning your very first match in FCW just now?"

"I expected more out of my opponent, I was sorely disappointed. The FCW Divas better step their game up, or they won't stand a chance, and will be joining me in Hell." Presley left with a smirk that made Aleena, and several other people nearby, flinch.