"Fuck, Mickie! What is it?" Cameron yelled from the farthest bed in the hotel room. "You need to get your ass up if you want a ride to Toronto. We're leaving in an hour." Mickie projected another high heel at Cameron's bed. Cameron rolled reluctantly out of the comfortable position on the mattress and fell to the floor. "You're pathetic." Mickie rolled her eyes. Cameron had spotted the projectile Mickie used to wake her up. She chucked the pink shoe at Mickie's back when she had turned around. "Dammit!" Cameron flashed an evil grin and grabbed her bag to head to the shower. She closed and locked the door just in time to keep a screaming Mickie just out of reach. "Fuck you!" Mickie whispered through the door. On the other side Cameron giggled and started her shower.

She and Mickie had always been good friends, she walked into the WWE 2 years ago and Mickie was the first person to acknowledge her existence. They'd been best friends ever since.

2 years prior: Women's lockeroom backstage

"Ouch!" "What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the doorway, get your ass in there or get out" a girl pushed past her. A brunette came up and introduced herself as Mickie James. "That's Maria. I'm sure you've seen her on TV. Not exactly the nicest personality around here" she said aiming a finger at the red head. "So I can tell" Cameron held her head. She would need some aspirin tonight. "Here! I'll show you around!" Mickie said enthusiastically.

Cameron got out of the shower and got dressed. She was set to leave for Canada. She had her bags packed and was in a fairly good mood considering it was 4:00 in the morning and she was awoken by a 5 inch stiletto. "You got everything?" "Yep! Let's head out"

"Oh, there's going to be a few people going with us, is that alright?" Mickie asked nervously.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess. As long as we can stop by Starbucks on the way and no one bothers me when we're in the car, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Uh, yeah. Okay"

Cameron raised an eyebrow at that. Mickie just gave her an awkward smile.

Both girls were down stairs checking out when the valet came up with their car. "Ooo, an SUV, snazzy. Can I take the backseat? I want to lay down" Cameron said with a grin, this morning kept getting better and better. "I'm afraid there's going to be 4 other people Cami, sorry." Well, there goes that. At least she had her Starbucks to look forward to…

"Hey Mickie!" someone cooed from outside. Cameron sat up and saw Maria Kanellis, Natalya Neidhart, and Jeff Hardy standing outside the SUV. She smiled to herself as Jeff leaned against the car completely unaware of Cameron on the inside. She started rolling down the window, scaring the shit out of Jeff. "What the hell, Cameron!" Cameron just giggled and sat back down. Jeff and her were best friends. She came to him for everything and vise-versa. They were each others rocks. They knew the eachother inside and out, but they sort of had a no holds barred relationship, if you will. Jeff scooted in next to Cameron in the backseat and the others filed in. Cameron took notice that there was an extra empty seat. "Hey, Mick, I thought you said there was going to be 4 other people coming along?" "Oh Phil's not here yet, he's checking us out of our room" Maria said nonchalantly. Punk. Cameron shot daggers at Mickie's back. Mickie looked in the rear-view mirror and gave her her best apologetic look. Cameron sat there and silently fumed. Jeff put his hand on her knee and gave her a look that told her to behave. She hated Punk with every fiber of her being. She didn't think one person could be so rude and cruel until she met him.

January 2006, WWE house show: Cameron's debut in a dark match

Cameron walked through the steel double-doors of the arena. This was it. Her official first match with the WWE. Granted, she was nervous as hell but she tried to soak in everything. She'd been working her ass off in the indys for crap promotions all over America for 5 years now, this was her goal. To be here, to grace the same ring people like Lita, Trish Stratus, Shawn Michaels, and Triple H. And now she was. She just had to make it to the lockeroom and change, and at 7:15 she would be in gorilla position waiting to make her debut with the company. It wasn't televised, Vince wanted to see how she'd do, which just added to the nerves, Vince McMahon, the mastermind behind her entire childhood would be watching her with a hawk's eye.

She nervously walked down the corridor and saw a dry-erase board in the middle of the hallway with directions scrawled in Expo marker. "Women's Locker rooms" was written with an arrow to the left scribbled next to it. Cameron followed the directions to a T and ended up in the women's locker room. She slowly turned the knob and walked in. All eyes were on her. There were countless long-legged blondes parading the locker room with their fake chests pushed out. A few smiled in her direction, to which she replied with a sweet smile of her own, and then there were the ones that gave her a once-over and rolled their eyes, to which she cockily smirked back in response. Then she felt a thump on the back of her head. Followed by a few nasty words from someone she would later know as Maria Kanellis, who proceeded to push past her. All of the girls flocked to her and words started flying about who she guessed was herself.

She didn't figure backstage would be like highschool.

That night Cameron had her match against none other than Maria herself. Cameron had won by hitting a hurricanrana and getting the pinfall. And that's when it happened. None other than Phil Brooks joined Cameron backstage at gorilla. He had followed her to the lockeroom and tried to get in. "What do you think you're doing?" Cameron asked harshly.

"Trying to get in the lockeroom, dipshit." Phil said.

"Excuse me?" Cameron replied, obviously taken back by his words.

"Bitch, did I stutter? I trying to get in the lockeroom. Just move out of the way."

"Despite what most people think, you're not a woman, so you aren't getting in the lockeroom. You have no business being in there"

"My girlfriend's in there, move" He tried to grab her waist to move her aside.

"Get off of me! You're not going in there, you can wait for your fucking girlfriend out here. And don't touch me again."

"Oh, you know you liked it. You're just another fucking whore that puts up an innocent front. Watch, within a few weeks you'll be blowing more than a vacuum cleaner."

With that Cameron walked into the lockeroom, slamming the door in Phil's face in the process.

Since then, Maria and the rest of the lockeroom has made amends, including with Cameron. So has Phil, at least with the rest of the wrestlers, but him and Cameron couldn't exactly be in the same room without going at it. And now she was in a small SUV with him for the next 9 hours to Toronto. Fucking Mickie.

A/N: Well! That's it for this chapter :) I realize it's kind of short, my apologies, but I'm new to writing entirely so I tried my best :) R&R! Thanks :)