Starting Fresh Sort Of Chapter 1, a wrestling fanfic

The twenty-one year old walked down the hallway, gym bag over her shoulder and clinging onto the hand of her three year old daughter. She couldn't
believe she was back here. She fought a few years ago as WWE's youngest Diva and had to quit after spraining her ankle and soon after finding out she was pregnant. She
only remembered doing "it" with one guy, and he literally left the damn country when he found out. But Mikayla Sparks was glad he was gone. No, he WASN'T in the WWE,
but he traveled with her when SHE was. But that man ruined her friendship and relationship with who is now one of the most powerful men in the WWE. If word gets
round...
Mikayla picked up her daughter, afraid she would get run over by a member of the camera crew or someone else, and walked a bit further down the hall. Her
daughter was brought up watchig wrestling for her mother loved to keep up with the current storylines, waiting for the perfect time to come back. If her daughter knew
where she was, god know's what'll happen. The two approached a locker room with a large golden star on it and a big "HATERS 3 ME" right next to it and Mikayla knew
she was at the right room. She set down her daughter right behind her and knocked three times before a bleached blonde head poked out of the door.

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MIKAYLA'S POV

"Who's there babe?" a male's voice asked from inside the room. Maryse Oulette stood in the doorway, jaw dropped to the floor."Mickey!" she squealed before enveloping me in a large hug. Maryse stopped and looked down after hearing another tiny squeal.

"Auntie Maryse!" Rose- my daughter- said before Maryse picked her up in a hug and spun her around. Maryse is Rose's godmother and her godfather is-

Mike "the Miz" Mizanin appeared in the doorway behind his girlfriend with his best friend Alex Riley right behind him. "No way!" Mike said with a laugh. "Is it really Mickey and Rose?" he asked before Maryse passed Rose onto him. Rose gave Mike a big hug as I beamed and Maryse put her arm around my shoulders. Rose looked at Mike and Maryse and got a confused look on her face.

"Why are you dressed like that?" she asked, her blue eyes shining in wonder. Maryse shot me a look.

"You never told her?!" she hissed. I shook my head 'no'. Rose always had to go to bed before Maryse or Mike were on TV!
I took a second to think. "Baby, remember how we watch wrestling on Monday's and Friday's?" I said in my typical English accent. (Yes, I'm originally from London, England!) She nodded her head, her light brown curls bobbing. "Well Auntie Maryse and Uncle Mike ARE two of the wrestlers like the ones we see!" Her eyes widened and she turned and finally noticed Alex stading right behind her.
"A-Ry!" she exclaimed before reaching over to hug Alex, which he gladly accepted.
I gave Mike a hug since he's been occupied with Rose for the past few minutes. "I'm gonna take Rose into the locker room," Alex said "While you three get caught up. And then fill me in when you're done!" I nodded before they walked in and shut the door.
"So what are you doing here?" Mike asked with a grin. "You haven't been back stage at one of these since you were seventeen!"
I couldn't help but beam. "I'm starting my job!" I said with an AJ Lee-like squeal. "Vince and I have been keeping in touch and decided that I should start up again! I mean, I've been going to the gym at least four times a week and look at me now!"
Our conversation went on and on like that for at least twenty minutes. Catching up (it's been about a year since we've seen eachother in person), telling stories, and then of course Mike had to be the one to bring up the question I've been trying to avoid. "So what are you going to do when you see him?" he asked me. I let out a teeny sigh and shook my head. "You know you're gonna end up working with him some way or another. Vince remembers your history together."
"I'll face that when the time comes to it." I said flatly.

"Rose?" Alex called as he walked out from the bathroom. "Rosey?!" he called in a more panicked tone. His eyes widened at the sight of the second locker room door, cracked open. "ROSE!" he shouted, frantically searching around the room. He opened the lockers, the closets, everything he could that Rose may have been hiding in. He was seriously starting to panic now. He lost his friend's three year old daughter in an arena full of people! God knows where she'll end up!
Alex ran out of the door, not remembering that Mikayla was out there with Maryse and Mike. Mikayla shot him a questioning look as he put on an overly fake smile. "Is everything okay with Rosey?" Mikayla asked. When his smile wavered, she knew something was up and shot him her best death glare.
"IrantothebathroomfortwominutesandIsatherdowninach airandtoldhertositandtoplaywithherdollsandwhenIcam eoutthedoorwasopenandshewasgone!" he spilled in a rush. Mike gave him one hell of a confused look.
"Breathe and talk man," Mike said slowly as Alex panted. "Breathe. And. Talk."
Alex took a deep breath before talking again. "I had to run to the bathroom for like, two minutes and I sat Rose down and told her to sit and play with her dolls and when I came out, the second locker room door was open and she was gone..." he trailed off in the end. Mikayla's eyes widened and suddenly she was furious.
"YOU LOST MY DAUGHTER?!" she shouted at him. Mike stepped in between them because Mikayla would surely try to injure Alex for losing her child. "How about we go and look for her?" he suggested. "I'm sure the superstars would stop her if they saw her. I mean, we don't normally have three year olds walking around backstage at the arenas!" Mikayla nodded as the four went off in search of the little girl.

Rose had gotten swept up in a crowd that was passing the locker room and was now in the main backstage hallway. Nobody noticed the little three year old, clutching onto her stuffed bear for her life. She had managed to fight her way out of the crowd and was walking around aimlessly. What she didn't know was that she was just by the Gorilla Position and the backstage gym area. She saw may tall people walking past, talking and laughing. She decided to follow them where they were going, hoping her mom was there. She walked into the room following a man with a goat-like face and was shocked- and a bit fascinated by what she saw. There were a bunch of people in the room, most of which she recognized. They were running on tredmills, lifting weights, or just talking with one another. She turned to her right and jumped back into something when she saw Brock Lesnar bench pressing, and Paul Heyman right next to him, yelling at him to keep it up. Paul looked at the little girl and his jaw dropped in astonishment. He signaled for Brock to look at the girl and, after saying something to Brock, Paul waddled out of the gym as quick as he could.
That "something" that Rose bumped into just happened to be a someone who was holding the Intercontinental Championship belt. Wade Barrett (or Stu Sanders) turned around to face the small girl. He smiled when he saw her and kneeled down to her height.
"Well hello there sweetheart," he said warmly. "What brings you back here?"
Rose sniffled. "I can't find my mommy," she said softly. Wade was taken aback. He looked at the little girl and was reminded of someone he knows... Or knew.
"Well can the Intercontinental Champion help you find your mummy?" he asked. Rose nodded eagerly and Wade lifted her up and sat her on his shoulders. She laughed and again, Wade mentally stopped. The laugh was so familiar too!
Wade and the three year old happened to get the attention of another superstar. The man looked in astonishment, seeing as he knew who the girl got her looks from right away... He was just hoping it wasn't true. He decided to follow them to where ever they were going, just to make sure he was right.

"Say sweetheart," Wade asked as they neared catering "Who IS your mum just so we can keep an eye out for her."
"Mickey Sparks!" She said with a laugh. "She just got a job here."
Wade stopped in his tracks. "Mickey Sparks? As in, MIKAYLA Sparks?" He clarified. Rose nodded her head.
Wade was in shock. The last time he'd seen Mikayla was when she was the valet/mixed tag partner for him and...
"Drew!" He said quickly. "Hey Rose, why don't we go and look for your mum in catering?" Rose nodded again and they were off. The man behind them knew correctly and left, knowing he did and didn't want to see Mickey.
Wade searched frantically around catering until he found just the table he was looking for. 3MB was seated at a table already in their ring gear preparing for Raw.
"Drew McIntyre!" Wade called, motioning for the Scotland native to come over. Drew excused himself from the table and came over to where Wade and Rosey were.
"Why is there a kid on your head?" Drew asked pointing to Rose.
"This isn't just ANY kid, Drew!" Wade said, beaming "This is Mickey's kid!"
Drew nearly fell over. "She's back?" He asked excitedly.
"She's back." Wade confirmed.