Mickie James. Everyone in the WWE universe knew her as the bubbly, energetic, 5 time WWE Women's Champion and once Diva's Champion.
She was the best diva out there. She started with her idol Trish Stratus. But, when she retired, and left behind a well-paved way for the Women's division in the WWE.
Trish was more than an idol to the current divas. She was a hero. She changed divas from being eye-candy to being just one of the guys that just happened to have painted nails and lip-gloss.
"Mickie! Come on just take her down!" Jeff yelled into the practice ring. Mickie James was squaring off with Elizabeth Karolan, better known to the WWE Universe as Beth Phoenix "The Glamazon".
Mickie and Beth were actually really close friends off camera. But, Mickie already had a best friend. He was the Ultimate Enigma, the High Flyer, or just Jeffery Nero Hardy.
Mickie and Jeff had been friends since day one when Mickie started in the WWE. They were nothing more than friends.
Mickie hit the devastating Mickie-DT and pinned Beth for the three count.
Jeff climbed into the ring. "Alright, god job but when you go for the headlock go more like…." Jeff then slipped a headlock around Mickie. "This".
Mickie used her strength and flipped Jeff over her back and he came crashing to the mat. "I did that! Better, I might add."
Jeff laughed and put his hand on his back. "Jeez now I know why your number one contender."
Mickie giggled and rustled Jeff's long hair.
"Jeff don't tell me she beat you up again!" A voice from behind them called out.
It was the unmistakable voice of the Dr. of Thuganomics, The Champ, or simply put John Cena.
He also just happened to be Mickie's crush.
"No!" Jeff said turning to face the current WWE Champion.
John simply started until Jeff broke down. "Yes! Okay yes she flipped me. AGAIN!"
John, Mickie and Liz broke down laughing.
"Actually that was more of a takedown if you ask me Jeff." Liz said as she walked to the locker room.
Mickie laughed and sat on the top turnbuckle.
"Yeah well no one asked her!" Jeff stated pouting and sitting in the middle of the squared circle.
John laughed and walked up to the base of the ring and looked up at Mickie. "Hey James. What are you doing tonight after the show?" he asked.
"Nothing. Maybe clubbing, you in?" Mickie asked.
"You bet. I'll text you?" John flirted.
"Okay." Mickie responded coolly.
John smiled and walked towards the door but not leaving before he turned back and winked.
After the door shut, Jeff plugged his ears preparing for the shrieking noise that was about to come from Mickie. It was however supplemented by a short scream and a thud. Jeff stood up to find Mickie laying on top of Randy Orton, ringside.
"Jeez, I was trying to catch you not get tackled." Randy replied in the suspected RKO reply.
"Sorry. Don't worry you don't ever have to catch me again." Mickie scoffed standing up.
Randy stood up. "Your welcome." Randy said. He walked toward the locker room. "Oh Mickie!"
Mickie turned around to face the self proclaimed Legend Killer and Lady Thriller. "What?"
"You're rooming with Candi right?" He asked. Candice Michelle, Randy's latest victim/hookup.
"Yeah." Mickie replied.
"Tell her we're over." Randy smirked and turned to the entrance.
"What? That is not my job to break up with the latest girl you've hooked up with. Wait! She isn't is she because that was two nights ago and Candice was at a party yesterday so she's your second latest hookup. Right?" Mickie said with a disgusted look upon her tanned face.
"Well, let's just say that there is only one diva who has yet to end up with the Lady Thriller." He replied. Mickie was completely grossed out. "And that diva, is you Mickie James."
"Yeah well keep dreaming Orton. You will never catch me failing for you." Mickie said and climbed into the ring.
"That's what they all say." Randy said right before entering the men's locker room.