So as you can probably tell im not a fan of the mickie/Cena pairing. Heres my shirt little wishful thinking, read and review please :)
Mickie fled the arena as fast as she could, she hated this garbage, having to rush around and hide like this. But she knew that she was safe for now, John couldn't follow her because he was in the main event. With her match out of the way and no dumb vignettes with him this week, she was free to leave before he caught up with her.
This had to stop, things had gone to far. She didn't know what the hell Vince was thinking throwing them together like that, it seemed every other week he had a new relationship in mind for her. Trevor Murdoch, Ron Simmons, and hell she even had to kiss Michael Cole. Not to mention temporarily changing her finisher to make her kiss all the divas, not that she minded that of course.
It was no secret to the locker room that she liked woman, hell Vince even exploded that on national television with the Trish angle but John wouldn't give up. The brunette was willing to bet that this whole messed up storyline was partially his idea. She shuttered at the thought of having to be close to him, at least this week she got to have a real match even if it did lead to her being in another mans corner.
She almost thought that the storyline was finished, that she wouldn't have to play his little lap dog anymore but no they had to bring up again last week. At least though she had Kelly then, the girl had a body but even that airhead looked like prime rib standing next to Cena the hot dog. Mickie didn't want to complain too much because at least things had been toned down from the underwear incident. Her body involuntarily shivered, it made her skin crawl just thinking about it. She wanted nothing more then to tell John that the panties weren't hers on live tv but Vince loved it and she didn't want to anger him. That dirty old man ate that shit up with a silver spoon, "Perv" The woman's champion said aloud as she climbed into her rental.
Turning the key in the ignition she breathed a sigh of relief, it was official she wouldn't have to worry about Cena hitting on her tonight and she wouldn't have to turn him down for another date. She hated that he couldn't get through his thick skull that what they did on raw was a work and she wasn't interested.
Her cell phone began to ring in her pocket, pulling it out she smiled at the caller i.d., Melina. "Hey," The West Virginia native said, placing the piece of technology to her ear, "How's the ankle? I really miss you baby."