in a crowded place.

even with a roster-filled room – his face was the only face that shined out.

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Mickie never heard of such a thing, a mandatory meeting at five AM? It should have been illegal but even that would not probably keep Vince McMahon from holding these meetings. No matter how ridiculous something was, you could be sure that Vince would have "his people" leave a message on your voicemail claiming that it was a "must-be-there" meeting.

Still, it was all pretty ridiculous if you were to ask Mickie. She had thought about bailing out the meeting once she stepped in the entrance door of the building – Vince wasn't around and no one was looking, she easily could've left and called in sick if they asked her later. But that "voice" inside of her head told her just go to the meeting, instead.

So here she was, spending her Saturday morning listening to an on going speech by Vince McMahon in a crowded room full of the other Raw superstars and divas.

All that was on Mickie's mind was her warm bed back at her hotel room that was calling her name.

Maybe she could leave the room…just for a little bit. Head back to her hotel room and get just a few minutes of sleep and not have to deal with any consequences afterwards. Psh, as if that was ever going to happen.

Judging by the high stack of papers Vince had piled up on the desk beside him; Mickie could only guess that no one in the room was leaving anywhere anytime soon. They all mind as well be considered prisoners trapped in a small room and forced to listen to Vince go on and on.

Though Mickie could barely hear him over the loud sounds of her tummy grumbling. She only cursed herself for not getting a bite to eat before coming to the meeting.

But luckily – if you'd like to even call it that – one in the crowded room had brought with her breakfast to the meeting. Could you guess who that one may be? Only of course the self proclaimed "Sexiest of Sexy."

Mickie leaned toward her right where Maryse sat nearby her – the two hadn't said anything to each other up until now.

"…Maryse…um, do you think I could...um, maybe…" Before Mickie could finish, Maryse choked out an amused cackle before rudely glaring toward Mickie and rolling her eyes. She took a large bite out of her biscuit and licked her lips, as if the biscuit had been heaven on earth – which for Mickie, it seemingly was.

Mickie scoffed in disbelief. So, maybe since Maryse got drafted to Raw Mickie hadn't done anything to get on the French diva's "good side" – but she was practically starving, here. Could Maryse honestly be that cruel?

"Great." Mickie muttered under her breathe before crossing her arms over her chest and attempting to not glance toward Maryse's food – if it's out of sight, it's out of mind, the brunette reminded herself.

Vince continued on about information of upcoming house shows and who would perform when and where, and internet rumors to ignore and not answer to in future interviews and such…it was all quite boring and unnecessary information for pretty much everyone in the room except for the newer divas like Rosa Mendes, who was copying down this all – little did she know she really didn't need to know any of it.

They would eventually remind you when you had a house show to be at a few days or weeks before and the rumors to ignore was just common sense – if someone asks you "is Vince McMahon really an asshole backstage" of course you would say "no" or just not answer at all. Duh.

Just as a depressed sigh – as if saying to herself "when will this ever be over" – released through Mickie's lips…the door of the meeting room had swung open with a tall figure standing alone in the doorway.

Suddenly, the room was actually awake for the first time in the last past half of a hour and alike Mickie, almost everyone in the meeting room turned their head in the direction of the opened door.

Majority of the room had grunted a knowing (and quite annoyed) sigh toward the figure they recognized in the doorway.

"He just has to make an entrance doesn't he?"

What surprised Mickie was that she hadn't even be sitting anywhere near Matt Hardy, yet she could hear his comment quite clearly as he sat on the completely other side of the room. The older Hardy brother crossed his arms against his chest and gestured an eye roll of annoyance.

It was known that if the attention wasn't on Matt than he wasn't happy. Randy always seemed to give Matt a run for his money.

"Ooh Oui," The French diva began with a devilish smile as she sat up on her chair, "this is going to be good."

Quickly, Mickie turned toward Maryse and rolled her eyes – it amused Mickie how Maryse was always amused when someone else seemed to be set up for a disaster but whenever Maryse was guilty of something, it wasn't fun for her at all.

Typical Maryse.

Mickie glared back toward the superstar who was now making his way from the doorway to an empty seat in the very, very back of the room – away from most of the others.

He tightly held onto his bag the entire way as he ignored the others whose eyes had been glued to him.

Mickie never understood why Randy always alienated himself from others – he really took the law of privacy a bit too serious. Then again, Mickie never understood why others watched Randy the way he did. Sure, he was a complex character to say the least – even Mickie had her wonders about him – but he really didn't deserve to be watched the way he was.

Then again, this was Randy Orton. The same guy who broke one of her closest friends hearts and hurt many other people she cared about in the past. She wouldn't do him any favors. If people hated him and watched him like a hawk, he brought it all on himself.

She just wouldn't waste her energy "hating" him.

"Well, thank you for joining us, Mr. Orton. It honestly is our pleasure." With a lot of sarcasm, Vince said whilst a few of the superstars and divas only quietly chuckled.

Mickie – on the other hand – had glared down toward the ground before staring back toward Randy who had been looking down toward his lap as he sat in his seat.

He bit down hard on his lip like he wanted to choke something out but like all the others, he knew if he wanted his job than he wouldn't say a word.

"Look at him…he thinks he can just walk in here like some god that can do whatever he wants when he wants and it will all just be fine – well I'll tell you this, I won't have any of it. I'm not going to sit around why little Mr. WWE Champion gets just a slap on his wrist."

Mickie turned toward Kelly whose arms were crossed against her chest. Bitter much? Mickie really did feel bad for Kelly. All that Randy said to her was a bit much – he should've known as young and as much of a hopeless romantic Kelly was that she would get attached. She wore her heart on her sleeve.

After Kelly was done whispering this all toward Mickie, the blonde turned to face the man who she claimed broke her heart – a one night stand could apparently do that to Kelly who really fell for a guy like Randy – and Kelly noticed two of the new divas talking to Randy, which appeared to be Brie and Nikki.

This of course only made Kelly more upset. Or maybe just jealous. Either way she loudly huffed and turned back around.

So maybe it wasn't as quickly as Mickie would have liked – but the meeting soon came to an end as Vince closed it out. All of the superstars began collecting their papers that had the dates of their next fan signings, house shows and other "need to know" info – well, all of course Mickie who had been carrying blank papers against her chest.

But you could bet she would play it all off as if there were something on those papers.

With a sigh, Mickie made her way toward the door – she was free of hearing Vince's voice and even though she had loved her fellow diva deeply, she was free of hearing Kelly's on going bitter comments about how much of a jerk Randy is.

As Mickie approached the door, she had accidently bumped into the older Hardy brother.

"Could you watch where you're going, perhaps?"

Mickie scoffed in disbelief as she nursed her shoulder. "Excuse me? It was only an accident."

"Whatever. Just get out of my way." She snarled as he made his way past her and he brushed against her arms, all of her papers went falling to her feet.

Quickly, Mickie attempted to pick up her papers – she hadn't cared at the moment that the egotistical superstar who was Matt Hardy had caused her papers to fall without even apologizing for it, she more so was worried of anyone – cough cough, Vince McMahon – seeing her blank papers. That would probably cost her her head.

As she kneeled down to the ground toward her papers, she caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes standing in front of her.

Slowly, her brown eyes drifted up as she met a pair of cold, blue eyes.

"Good to see someone is actually taking notes around here – it's only no wonder Vince makes us come to these ridiculous meetings. Maybe if he only made the ones who didn't take notes go to these meetings then us others wouldn't have to wake up at 5 AM on a Saturday morning."

The legend killer coldly glared toward her before heading out of the doorway without giving Mickie a chance to respond in return.

Quickly, Mickie shook her head to herself – first Matt, and now Randy. She heard of crankiness on early mornings, but she still didn't need to deal with either Randy or Matt.

Mickie then continued to pick up the rest of her papers from the floor before a dark haired diva kneeled down and soon helped her pick up the rest.

"Ignore him, Mickie. He doesn't copy any of the notes, either. In fact, most of the time he's talking to my sister Nikki and I." The nicer of the two, Brie said as she warmly smiled and handed the papers over toward Mickie as they both soon stood to their feet. "He's actually quite the flirt," Brie cackled, "Too bad he's equally an asshole, eh?" With a short shrug, Brie turned and soon left out the door way.

Mickie chewed down on her bottom lip. Asshole, eh? Biggest understatement of the century, Brie.

"Something bothering you?"

Mickie quickly turned around to see Vince standing behind her and quickly perked herself up. She stood as straight as a board with a proud grin. "No, no of course not, Mr. McMahon."

"Good, then." He nodded with a matching large grin on his face, as he turned to face the doorway – just as he was prepared to walk out of the doorway, his son – Shane – had soon appeared in the doorway with a bag strapped on his shoulder. "Shane?" Vince asked, startled.

"Hey dad, I heard that you were gathering up everyone for a meeting…but I'm guessing I'm a little late for that, eh?" With a small cackle, Shane said.

Vince glared down toward Shane whilst crossing his arms over his shoulder. "Shane, you knew exactly when you were supposed to be here." Instantly, Shane's mouth popped opened to speak though Vince raised his finger to hush him. "Just don't let it happen again, Shane."

Shane's eyes followed his dad walk out of the doorway before he turned to face a tiny brunette who seemed to be trying to make herself as invisible as possible – to her, it was pretty intense being caught between two McMahons.

Slowly, he smiled toward her. "Well, hey there, Mickie." The brunette nodded her head with a small smile. "I don't know if my father has told you this or not – but great match you put on last week." Suddenly, the brunette perked up with an arched brow on her face. Did Shane just compliment her? "…And I really look forward to seeing more of you in the ring. You definitely are one of our best." With a smile, Shane turned to leave out of the door.

As Mickie watched Shane's figure soon disappear, she noticed that a smile – in such a while – had came onto her face. She had heard nothing but whispers from the other divas of how "boring" and "plain" she (except for Maryse, who chose to bluntly say it on commentary for the entire world to hear) and finally, she had got some recognition and gave her the confidence she needed.

The fact it had been a McMahon seemed to just put the icing on the cake.

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- nope. this is not a rewrite of BWAR, no worries.
- once I get some good ideas, i'll probs write the next chappy for bwar.
- my main focus right now is on this story, tho.
- hope that you all enjoyed this and that it was good.
- R&R.