The chants and jeers from the crowd echoed in the petite brunette's ears. She sighed softly, for she knew it was her last night with the company she had loved since she was a child. She'd shared the locker room with greats like Jazz, Lita, Trish, Molly, Victoria and many more groundbreaking women.
But as she looked around, she saw nothing but clones. She saw nothing but fair skinned, blonde, hard chested women, in which she looked nothing like.
As she looked down, she saw her small hands trembling. She blinked, clearing her light brown eyes of tears and the burning feeling of cake icing. She exhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she faced the long mirror. As she closed her eyes, she confirmed with her heart, mind, and soul, that her time in the company she grew up loving, the company that made her a champion, and the company within a blink of an eye, was done with her like Sunday's trash, was over.
She opened her eyes, taking in her ridiculous current appearance. Her makeup was smeared, her clothes disgusting, and full of cake, and her beautiful brown hair, matted to her skin.
She took her hand, wiping her face furiously before exhaling again, knowing her tears couldn't be contained. She suddenly stopped crying, stood up straight, and stared at her reflection once more before speaking.
"I am Mickie James, former WWE Diva. Future TNA Knockout. I hope.."