Hey guys, this is my first wrestling fic, so tell me what you think. This one kinda sucks, but I promise they'll get better.

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Mickie James walked down the cold, empty hallways of the All-State Arena in Chicago Illinois.

The arena was mostly empty, just a few Superstars and Divas here-and-there, gathering their things before leaving.

As Mickie turned into a deserted hallway, the only noises that were heard were, Mickie's wrestling boots, hitting the cold, tile floor. Mickie's usual happy-go-lucky, upbeat energy seemed to diminish the longer she stayed in the arena. She had just lost another match against Beth Pheonix. Sure she knew she was gonna lose, that's what was scripted. But she didn't expect to lose as bad as she did. Beth dominated most of the match, as usual. Mickie did manage to get in a few kicks and punches however. But then Beth put Mickie over her shoulder and dropped her on her head.

Mickie found the door with her name on it and pushed it open the large metal entryway.

Walking into the room, Mickie sighed when she caught a glimpse of herself on the mirror. Her hair, which was straight before the match, was now sticking out in every direction. Her make-up was slightly smudged and she had a large red mark on her forehead, that was throbbing from being dropped on her head.

Mickie grabbed her bag and changed into her street clothes.

Walking back in front of the mirror, Mickie looked herself up and down. She was wearing a black tube-top, dark blue almost black jeans, gold boots and a gold belt. She was too tired to fix her hair and make-up and decided to leave it all how it was, and walked out.

As Mickie was rounding the corner, she walked right into something hard, that knocked her flat on her behind. Mickie winced when she hit the hard floor.

Looking up, she saw the thing, or more rather the person she ran into was Cody Rhodes, a member of Legacy. He was also her ex-boyfriend.

"Hey, Mickie are you okay?" he asked, helping her off the ground.

"I'm fine. Just go about your business." Mickie replied, grabbing her bag from her ex's hands. She was not in the mood, especially to him.

Without even looking back, Mickie walked out the doors of the arena, into the chilly Chicago air.

She rushed to her car, ready to drive back to the hotel and take a long, hot bath. In her rush to get out of the building, Mickie didn't realize that her most prized possession, a silver charm bracelet was now in the hands of the person she didn't want having it the most.


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