A/N: There is some bad language and sexual references so beware. (;

Maria walked down the long sidewalk that was filled with people. Oh, how she loved New York. She hated being bumped around by fast-walking people who probably really had nowhere important to be. She was going to her penthouse, which was a block away. She was just coming back from work. Being a big fashion designer was a hard job, but it paid off. She has to meet the likes of Jennifer Lopez, Kanye West, Taylor Swift, and many more lavish celebrities. Her clothes were all over- she loved it. It was her dream. Not only was it her dream job

Her beautiful, long red hair was curled to perfection. She had on a navy blue floral dress and pink open toed heels, which matched the flowers on her dress. She had to admit, today, she looked fabulous. She loved striding down the street with her heels on, it felt like a runway.

Walking into the big building in front of her, she walked to the front desk and was greeted by Michael, the receptionist. "Hello, Ms. Kanellis. How's your day?" Michael always had a big smile and was in the best of moods, everyone loved him.

"Fantastic, as always. Got any mail for me?" He nodded his head and reached down into the shelf that was in his desk. He had a large stack and handed it to her.

"There you go, ma'am." He smiled.

"Thank you!" Maria smiled back and turned to go to the elevator. She pressed the "up" button and waited for the elevator to come. When the doors opened, she stepped in and pressed the number "25", the top floor where her office was located. The door finally opened and out she walked. Waiting outside her office was a very cute guy. He was muscular and had blue eyes. Well, gee, isn't it my lucky day. It's not often that a hot guy comes. Maria smiled at her thought. She walked up to the guy and held her right hand out.

"Hi, I'm Maria." She kept a gorgeous smile on her face.

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"So what? I'm so hitting her tonight, man. She's sexy as fuck. You can't deny it."

Randy Orton was sitting in his basement or "man cave" as he liked to say, with one of his good friends, Adam Copeland.

"Yeah, she's sexy, but dude, she's fucked like everyone. Like seriously, I don't think there's a dick she hasn't been on. Biggest hoe. Don't do it."

"BUT, she's hot. And her boobs are nice."

"Not really, they get big and then small. I'm sure her bras are padded like crazy. When you get her topless, don't be disappointed. I'm sure that without the padding, she has the boobs of like, a 14 year old girl."

"You seriously need to get laid, bro."

"I got head last night in my backseat. I just don't hit hoes like her."

"Uh huh."

Randy's phone vibrated, he had a text from Barbie Blank, or Kelly as people liked to call her.

Hurry up and get here. ;)

Following that message she sent a picture of herself, naked.

"Kelly just sent me a picture.. I really gotta go fuck her, alright? So make yourself at home. I'll be back tomorrow morning when I'm done fucking the shit out of that pussy. Adios."

And with that, Randy went upstairs and left to Kelly's.

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Mickie James looked at herself in the mirror. She felt disgusted. She never felt like she was skinny enough. Her boyfriend, Jack, always told her she wasn't skinny enough and that her body was ugly. He would laugh when she even had a snack, calling her fat. All because of these names, she began sticking her finger down her throat to make herself throw up after every meal. No one knew she did this, it was her own little secret.

I will never be good enough. I mean, look at yourself, Mickie. You're so fat and ugly. Why did I have to look like this? Why couldn't I be built like one of my more skinny friends."

Having only a small salad with water to drink, she got on her knees and leaned over the toilet. Sticking her finger down her throat, she threw up. It wasn't a good feeling to throw up like this, but it was her daily routine after every meal. She threw up and worked out and took dieting pills. Anything to be "skinny."

Picking herself up, she went to the sink and washed her face and hands. She walked out of the bathroom and went to her living room. Jack was sitting on the couch playing some video game. She took a seat next to him and watched him.

"Damn, the couch sunk down when you sat down. You really need to lose some weight, fatass."

Mickie felt the tears swell up in her eyes. She honestly didn't know why she stuck with him. He was so mean and insecure and took all of his insecurities out on Mickie.

"I'm trying, Jacking, I really am. I guess trying just isn't good enough, huh?"

"Nope, not really. You're still fat. And not to mention, but it seems like your face is getting uglier, too."

Mickie had nothing to say. She just sat there and let the tears fall out. Jack looked at her and shook his head, clearly not caring if he hurt her feelings or not.

"You look even worse when you cry!" He burst out into laughter, laughing at her crying.

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Eve stood there astonished at what just happened to her. There was a big, shiny ring in front of her. And her boyfriend, or fiancée, was on one knee and had a small, opened black box in one hand. He had the cutest smile on his face and was just waiting on the word "yes."

She stood there for a minute, but finally, that one word came out.

"YES!"

Mike put the ringer on her ring finger and stood up, picking her up and swinging her around.

"I love you, baby."

With her legs wrapped around Mike's waist, and the biggest smile on her face, she said "I love you too."

This is my first story, but I'll be using many couples and characters throughout it. Hope you like it. Review with couples suggestions or character suggestions? :)