Author's Note: My imagination is endless and this is a pairing that I have wanted to do for a long time now. This is my second favorite ship of all time with my first being Lita/Trish, that's what got me onto this site in the first place. I never thought of an idea that would do this pairing justice. I could have taken the route that people wrote before, but where's the fun in that? Now I have no idea how long this is going to be, I was originally going to make this a long one-shot but I think four or five shorter parts would be better. Anyways, hope you enjoy part one, see you at the bottom!
Pairing: Psycho Mickie/Trish
Rating: T that could change at a later time..
I only own Daisy sadly and the rest of the characters used belong to WWE and what not.. This is Femslash, did you expect anything else?
Trish's POV
March 2006..
"Trish! Trish!" A voice shouted my name that I dreaded hearing, one that always managed to send a shiver down my spine. I couldn't seem to escape this woman even if it was for a couple minutes, not even seconds it seems like. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go backstage, I have this weird sense that a pair of eyes are always on me. This overwhelming sense of paranoia haunts me every second of my life whether it be awake or asleep. She's like a leech that I can't get rid; mainly because I am not mean enough to put my foot down. I get it, the girl's in love with me and I will never return those feelings for her. She's young, and I am hoping that the brunette would grow out of this puppy love. But sadly, what was childish love has grown into an unhealthy obsession that makes me tremble in my core. This wasn't suppose to happen, it was suppose to stay strictly in the storyline. I wouldn't have accepted this if I had known that this was going to happen. I wasn't even the first choice, so does that mean it would have happened to who the storyline was originally pitched for? I wouldn't wish this one even my worst enemy, even if she was formerly my best friend. I can't avoid my obsessor no matter what I do, and it's been like this for months now. With a small sigh escaping me, I turned around to face the brunette with a fake smile across my lips. "There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you!" The manner in which she spoke to me was similar to a parent finding a child after they wandered off in a store. She practically tackled me into an embrace and wrapped her arms around my shoulder so I couldn't get away from her. Did I get the chance to mention how overly affectionate and clingy this woman is? It's super fucking annoying and I don't swear a lot.
"Hey M-Mickie, easy.. easy. I am right here." I remember to speak in a gentle tone as I grabbed her arms and placed them back down to her sides. Those dark brown eyes blinked innocently at me before looking down at her arms. She doesn't understand that I hate being touched or how I hate whenever people invade my personal space uninvited. I wish that I wasn't but there is nothing that I can do about it now. Mickie James was one of RAW's newer divas, coming to the company in October of last year so about five months ago. And instantly she was thrusted into a storyline with myself as my super fan. Now for a rookie I always thought that her acting skills were phenomenal, she played this lovable but creepy character so well. But what I didn't know was, this was who Mickie James truly was. An obsessive psychopath that was hell bent on destroying anything and anyone until she gets whatever she wants. Whenever we did our first segment together, Mickie said something about all the letters she had written me. They were real, I have over a couple hundred letters from this woman. I thought the name was just a coincidence at first, she seemed like a total sweetheart. Boy was I stupid, her name was unique. "What's the matter, Mickie?"
"Oh my god, Trish, I am so happy to see you. I didn't know where you went off too. One second you were talking to Victoria and Ashley over at catering and next second poof, you were gone. I thought something horrible had happened to you." I was surprised that I could understand a single word of what left the young woman's mouth. She was speaking so fast and her hands were moving around just as fast. Wait a second, how in the hell did she know I was talking to Lisa and Ashley at catering? She was stalking me, wasn't she? Honestly, this shouldn't surprise me at this point, it's a daily thing. "I am so glad that you are okay! I missed you!" The brunette bounced hyperactivity up and down as once again the psychopath tried to embrace me but I put my hand up in front of her. "Trish?" Mickie cocked her head once again fluttering those so called innocent eyes of hers. "Something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. Just Mickie, remember, personal space. I need my space." One way ticket away from you would suffice for now but I am not going to say that out loud. This is what happens whenever I am too nice to people, it always comes to bite me in the ass.
"Yeah sorry, I am so sorry Trish. You know how passionate I am, whenever it comes to you. I get carried away, sorry." Passionate would not be the first word that I would use to describe someone like you, Mickie. Lunatic. Psychopath. Those are two more fitting words for what you are. "What are your plans for tonight?" A smile curled across her lips and her hands tucked behind her back almost in a shy demeanor, her hips swaying side to side.
Oh shit, Patricia, you really need to think of something fast and do your very best not to hurt the poor girl's feelings. I am afraid of finding out what she will do if I break her heart. I would rather approach this rationally and allow Mickie's love for me to die down. I am getting married to my boyfriend of fourteen years and my high school sweetheart in a couple months. Mickie knows good and well that I am not sexually interested in women. I have told her so many times. But like my good friend JR says, this woman's elevator doesn't go all the way to the top. "Uh.. I-"
"Great! Can we go out and get a late night dinner after the show? Please please please with a cherry on top and sprinkles.. lots of sprinkles." There she goes again bouncing up and down like a child that has had way too much sugar. "No what you are thinking, Trish, as friends, only friends. The best of friends!"
"Mickie-"
"Oh lookie what we found, the little lovebirds themselves." Another person had joined in with a mocking tone in her voice as my eyes glanced over to see who was walking toward us. I didn't even have to see who it was, I knew them all too well like the back of my hand. At least, I thought I did before she completely changed and not for the better. The most recognizable feature of the woman was the red hair that trailed down her back, the massive tattoo on her shoulder. Sporting her usual Rated R-Superstar shirt, the woman glanced over toward Mickie and back to me before grinning. Amy Dumas better known by her ringname Lita has had quite the attitude change in the past several months. This wasn't the Amy that I knew and all this started after she started the infamous affair with Adam Copeland or Edge. She had been dating Matt Hardy for about six years until he got sidelined with an injury. He outed them and got fired for it. It's all a mess and I feel so bad for Matt; he was head over heels for that woman. I noticed that Lita wasn't alone but it wasn't her boyfriend, no someone just as bad. "Can the all mighty Trish Stratus not be the big heartbreaker and get rid of the annoyance she doesn't want?"
"Wait, Trish, what is she talking about?" Mickie quickly asked with a worried tone in her voice. Fucking hell, I am going to have a massive problem on my hands if I can't keep their mouths shut about the truth. "Who's the annoyance?"
"More like Trash Status if you ask me. She's nothing compared to us." The second woman scoffed as a chuckle escaped her lips, the redhead also chuckled. This woman was the newest Diva to join the roster, having debuted only three months prior. Her name is Daisy Sanders and she hasn't wrestled all that much just yet but she has talent. I had learned recently that the valet of Randy Orton is a second generation wrestler so that ego of hers soars high. It does make sense considering who her mother is. "And we are talking about you, Trish has probably been plotting to get rid of your crazy ass for a long time now." The woman with black and blue hair pointed over toward Mickie, who instantly looked over toward me.
"You're wrong! Both of you are! Right? Aren't they Trish? You don't want to get rid of me, I am your best friend! ...Trish?" Oh great, the brunette looked over toward me with tears filling her eyes as I could only look over at her with saddened eyes. I kind of feel bad, but these two are notorious for starting shit like this. I need to calm her down before she loses it. It might get me the space that I need but.. fuck, I am too nice for this. If anyone is going to let her down and have her finally get it, it's me. I have tried so many times but Mickie won't take the hint.
"Don't listen to them Mickie, you know th-" I tried to speak to the psychotic woman but was instantly cut off by my rival.
"Don't sit here and lie to her, Trish. We are doing you are massive favor here. You should be thanking us." Lita antagonized me as her new best friend chuckled almost menacingly. This wasn't purely a coincidence that they ran into us here. No, they had to have been listening to our conversation before making their presences known. Wouldn't put it past them.
"Trish, would never lie to me! Isn't that right, Trish?" She snarled over at the pair of egotistical assholes before the shorter brunette turned over to face me again. It's not like I want her completely out of my life forever, right? Do I? She's hella obsessive and stalks me on the daily but she likes to believe that her intentions are pure. It's creepy. But can you really be mad at someone for who they fall in love with, is that something we can really control? I need to have another talk with her soon. Trish, you have to put your foot down. It does need to stop, you let it get too far out of your control. "...Trish, they are right, aren't they?"
"Mickie, no I-"
Neither one of them are allowing me to get a single word in to calm the situation down. "You refuse to break the psycho's heart even after all this.. You really are something else, Stratus." Mickie's head snapped over toward Daisy upon hearing the p-word that should never be said around her. The tallest woman strutted over in front of the brunette, who was seconds away from crying. She whimpered as Sanders poked her shoulder lightly. "Mickie, you don't understand. I'll put it bluntly so even you will understand. Trish does not love you, she never will. And the only reason that you are still around is that she pities you."
Tears escaped her glossy eyes and rolled down her cheeks rapidly, they had gotten through to her. It's not that I pity her, no, I just wanted to give her a chance to see if the brunette would change her ways. "I-I can't believe that you would do something like that, Trish! You are my idol. I worshipped you and this is how you are going to me! You're my best friend! I am your best friend..I-I don't get.. Why-" The young brunette crumbled to the floor, sitting down and tucking her knees back toward her chest. She's sobbing uncontrollably now because of something I didn't say. I haven't been able to get a word in the entire time to defend myself. Part of me wants to walk away from all of this but then there is the part that wants to stop her from crying. She doesn't deserve this much.
"Damn Daiz, you made cry. I like it." Lita watched as the black and blue haired woman watched the scene play out in front of her before looking over toward the redhead.
"No I didn't Li, Trish did. I was being thoughtful and relaying the message that Miss Patricia didn't have the balls to say." Once again the pair seemed pleased with their handy work and smirked back over toward me. Oh I can really tell that this is Sable's daughter, god she's such a bitch. This was the one that replaced me as Amy's best friend. I don't want any part in what they do, it's all wrong. "I can't help that Mickie is a little… special."
"A little is an understatement.."
Now they are tormenting a woman that is balling her eyes out on the floor, talk about insult to injury. I know that Mickie isn't all bad, she has good qualities about her.. They are just overshadowed by her being a creepy, obsessive psychopath. She is a sweet person, her motives are just wrong for now. I crouched down to her level. "Mickie.." Even in my gentle tone, the brunette did not want to look up into my eyes, she continued to sob. It's tugging on my heart strings slightly, every time I could get rid of her, I always get dragged back in. I do care about Mickie, even if she's different. That's the kind of person that I am, and it actually hurts me to hear her cry. Man, if only she wasn't so crazy. "Don't you see that they are trying to mess with your head? I wouldn't be trying to talk to you right now if I didn't care about you." The brunette's head slowly moved to look at me, my hand moved on it's own and my thumb brushed away the tear that rolled down her cheek. The action seemed to surprise the younger woman as her eyes were quickly darting between my hand and my face. It surprised me as well, I wasn't wanting to do something like that but it seemed to soothe her. "Do you feel better now?"
"Fucking hell, I am going to vomit." I heard Amy scoff behind me as Mickie's cheeks brightened with a pink hue and a smile across her lips. That was enough reassurance that I had calmed that situation down before it spiraled out of control. Now hopefully, the brunette won't listen to anything that they say. Oh how these two love to manipulate people to cater to their every desire.
Mickie got back up to her feet and turned her attention toward the other two Divas. "I shouldn't have listened to anything that you two sluts had to say. Trishie loves me, I know she does. I knew she always had. I was foolish to think anything else!" She declared dramatically before the lunatic latched herself onto me for god knows how many times today alone. Mickie, sweetie, just because I care about you doesn't mean that I am in love with you. I highly doubt that would sink through the thick woman's skull. "I love you so much, Trishie!" Her grip around me tightened as the other two just snickered at the display in front of them.
"Mickie sweetie, you are hurting me. Please let go." The brunette instantly released her grasp and kept wanting to check to make sure I was okay. She's so persistent. I remember one time during a match that I landed too hard and my back and it was super sore afterwards. Back then, I thought it was sweet about how she wanted to take care of me but now I know her true intentions. "Do you two have anything better to do than try to ruin someone's life?"
"Obviously not because.. it's that like what they do? I mean, wasn't it Lita, who I don't know, cheated on her boyfriend of six years with Adam. I mean Matt got fired after he brought the news forward about how slutty she is." Okay, I wasn't expecting something like that as a retort from Mickie but I am so happy that she said it. A slight chuckle escaped me as my eyes looked at Amy's expression on her face. The redhead is furious now and I mean, karma's a bitch. Lita took a couple steps to be face to face with Mickie, who was grinning ear to ear.
"Excuse me, who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? You are nobody! Absolutely nothing but a fucking psycho, that's what everyone here thinks you are. You wouldn't be a Diva if it wasn't for me, I built this division. So you should show a legend like myself a little more respect." Now Amy is going on her massive ego trip because Mickie managed to trigger her with the truth about the whole Matt and Adam situation. To be fair, Amy helped build up the women's division to what it is now but not all by herself. We have many women that helped do just that. Get your head out of your ass. I wasn't going to be a wrestler mainly a simple valet but they must have saw something in me. I am glad that they did because I am striving to be a role model for the generation of women to come.
"Actually the only legend here is Trish-"
"Trish, Trish, Trish! Always about Trish Stratus, we fucking get it. You are a nutjob that's obsessed with her." You know, I am enjoying the hell out of this only because Lita is getting so worked up over with the little brunette is saying. Now the redhead is practically inches away from Mickie's face, I sense that shits about to go down and I need to defuse this situation before something more goes wrong.
"Mick-" I attempted to call out the young woman's name and get her to leave with me, I would rather be anywhere else right now.
"Of course it's about Trish Stratus, she's greatest female wrestler of all time and forever!" Mickie shouted in the redhead's face as Daisy scoffed behind Lita. Something got your panties in a bunch, sweetie? I don't think that I am the greatest but I know that I have done better for the business. "At least whenever she chooses to retires which will probably be never, she will go out as a Champion! Not on top of a Champion.." A laugh left the brunette's lips as she gently tapped her finger to her chin before finishing her statement. "Oh that's right! Edge isn't the Champion anymore, is he-" The lunatic didn't get to finish whatever she was going to say as Amy balled her fist and connected straight across Mickie's jaw. That was a good burn. The small brunette stumbled back a couple steps and leaned against the wall to maintain her balance.
I rushed over to check on the rookie Diva and make sure that Lita doesn't lay another on her. I know from experience that she can beat anyone down, I have been in my fair share of fights with her. "Are you okay, Mickie?" Once again, my hand pressed gently against the spot that Amy had hit, that had to hurt. Is it really smart to be this handsy with someone like her? She's going to get the wrong idea, but it always seems to be a natural instinct from my body. The brunette's eyes stayed glued to me, she seemed confused as I am about my interaction with her. A small smile appeared across the lunatic's lips, she brought her hand up. My body tensed up almost waiting for another embrace but that didn't happen. Her hand gently laced over mine almost tentatively, squeezing lightly as she kept her eyes glued to me. These eyes sparkled differently from before almost innocently. The blush across her cheeks really indicate this further, she seems different almost vulnerable right now. My heart was starting to pound a tiny bit faster the longer that I looked at her. Mickie acknowledged my question with a quick nod of her head as her grip on my hand remained. Those brown eyes quickly left me and seemed to be glancing behind me, oh right.. We aren't alone. The sounds of footsteps grew louder and as I turned back around to see that Amy was coming over toward us, probably to finish what she started. Placing my hand on the redhead's shoulder, I shook my head from side to side. "Back the hell up, you aren't laying another hand on her."
"The psychotic bitch deserves whatever she has coming after what she said to me." Mickie didn't fire back a response but instead I felt the grip around my hand tighten drastically. Wait, I didn't realize that Mickie still had a hold of my hand. She hates that word even though she has those psychotic tendencies, the brunette hates any word of that nature. I try not to say anything like that around her, those will only remain in my thoughts forever. "Are you going to stop me? Are you really going to protect her?"
"Li, you are just mad that you can't handle the truth that Mickie threw back at you. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." I don't know what has gotten into me but I am not letting this go on any longer. The redhead arched a brow before attempting to take another step, I stopped her. The rookie Diva must have released my hand and allowed me some space so I could close the distance between the redhead and myself. "Not another step because we know that this will go either way. She's my friend so of course I am going to stand up for her. You aren't bullying her while I am around ever again." ...I am protecting my obsessive stalker, someone that has made my life a living hell. Day in and day out, I am constantly worried about what would happen if Mickie loses it whenever it comes to me. What if she tries to kidnap me or worse? No, Patricia, shake those thoughts out of your head. It will never come to that. Mickie is only my stalker, but there is a good part of her that is still my friend. That's the part of her that I won't let these two hurt ever again. The Mickie that I care about.
"Oh my god, Trish! I knew you loved me, I knew it. You are so sweet, that's why you are my idol. Oh my sexy heroine!" The brunette is behind me gushing at my actions to protect her so at least I know that she's return to normal. Great.
"That's cute, yeah protect your little girlfriend.. But all I was going trying to do was help you. You seemed incapable of handling the situation on your own. I mean, we were besties at one point." Lita decided to speak in a somewhat snarky tone as I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that last statement. Yeah, once upon a time, we were best friends. The best of friends and you threw me away like yesterday's garbage. Don't even get me started on your replacement of a bestie behind you, she could never replace me completely. However I suppose you had to get someone stupid enough to follow your every command so Daisy is a perfect fit.
"Trish obviously wasn't ever best friend material, not compared to someone like me, Red." The raven haired woman cooed over to Amy, who only grinned over toward the youngest woman.
"Oh yes, kiss her ass even more, why don't you.."
The valet of Randy Orton immediately directed her attention back over toward me, a smirk appearing across her lips that made me quite uneasy. It wasn't the normal cocky smirk or one that oozed with confidence. No this one was more flirtatious in its nature. "Well Patricia, there is no ass kissing here." Are you sure about that? She waited for me to respond back but I didn't, I just want them to leave us alone. I highly doubt that will be the case for a while now, they seem to entertained with what they are doing. Daisy strutted a couple steps forward even though I was perfectly content with her being further away from me. She was getting to close into my personal space, she leaned forward to get inches from my face. I refused to move, I am not showing weakness to someone like this bitch. That's all this display is. "However.. one night with me would change your entire outlook on the two of us. You have been putting out more lately..looking like quite the snack if I do say so myself." The tallest woman gestured down which got my attention to drift downwards and I blinked a couple times staring at my cleavage. Wait a second.. Is she doing what I think she is doing? The black and blue haired woman snickered as I felt a finger press against my chin. She forced me to look into those evil hazel orbs of hers. It's a shame that your mind games aren't going to work on me but entertain me and try. "What do you say? I think that I could leave you very stratusfied-"
"I will fucking kill you, get your hands off of my Trish!" The impending timebomb that was ticking behind me had finally exploded. Oh no, that's what Daisy was going for, I should have figured. Mickie was losing her shit, I felt her hand against my shoulder as she was charging past me to get to Sanders. If Mickie picks a fight like this, even with me here.. The brunette could get herself into deep trouble maybe even fired. It depends on how these two would manipulate everyone else. No, this lunatic is going to get herself hurt. "I will kill you, you fucking bit-" I had a split second to decide what I was going to do about the situation and I made my choice. I wrapped my arms arounds the smaller brunette's waist and made some safe distance away from the other Divas. "Trish! Let me go! Are you going to let her disrespect you like that? I won't. I will fucking kill her for laying her hands on you. I promise. Trishie, please, I can take her. Let me go." The smaller brunette trashed around like a rabid animal as the pair of Heel Divas only laughed at the display once again.
"Seems you hit a nerve, Daiz. I am bored now, let's go get our shit and bail for the night." Please for the love of god, leave us. I don't know how long I can restrain Mickie here.
"Yeah, a night without our boys is exactly what I need right now." Both Lita and Daisy started to walk around the both of us and down the hallway toward the locker room. Thankfully, I already have all my stuff elsewhere so there is no reason for me to go in that direction. The raven haired woman glanced back with that same grin on her face, her attention was solely on Mickie, who was still trying to break herself free from my grasp. "Don't come to us whenever you finally want to get rid of that psychopath." That was the last thing that the pair said before disappearing into the room that wasn't far from us.
"Mickie, it's alright. Calm down." The brunette was staring daggers at the locker room door, she was still wanting to go after them for what Daisy said about me. It was what the rookie Diva was trying to accomplish, my words earlier meant nothing to the lunatic at this point. "Remember what I said, they were only trying to get into your head and provoke you. Please for me.. Mickie." That seemed to be the magic words because the crazy woman in my arms instantly stopped her harsh movements.
She let out a sigh and I decided to finally release her from my grasp. The brunette immediately turned around to face me. "Trish, I am so so sorry. I wanted to defend your honor."
"I understand, thank you for that but I can handle myself."
"Of course, I never implied that you couldn't. I mean of course, you can. You are Trish Stratus after all, like a living Goddess. But I just wanted to protect you and that bitch, she was saying somethings that I didn't like." Not only did you not like what Sanders had said whenever she was pretending to flirt with me, you also shouted that you were going to kill her. Not the best defense for anything. "You are my best friend after all. I would do anything for you, Trish." Trust me hon, I am well aware of the lengths that you would go for me.
"I know Mickie and I am very grateful for that-" Mickie excitedly jumped forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders which got me into another embrace with this psychopath. Now that those two are gone and the situation has shimmer down drastically I need to figure out a way to get away from the brunette for the night. Ashley and I already had plans to go out drinking for the night, I could really use it after tonight. But this lunatic doesn't need to ever figure that out, she despises Massaro and vice versa. I would never hear the end about how she's my best friend and not the blonde, and interrogate why I am spending so much with her instead. With a sigh, I gently pressed my hand against the smaller brunette's shoulder; Mickie wasn't going to release me. "Hey M-"
"Get the fuck out of here!" A voice shouted from in the distance which I could easily distinguish as my former bestie, so something is going on in the locker room. The door practically flung open and a woman was shoved outside and I could instantly recognize who it was.
"Sorry.. Sorry, it was an accident!" The slightly taller brunette spoke timidly as her hands childishly covering over eyes. The woman's name is Maria Kanellis, who is mainly a backstage interviewer and occasional wrestler. She was a part of the first Diva Search they held and pretty much the only one still here from that lot. Maria has a heart of gold but unfortunately is as dumb as a sack of bricks. I hate to say it but it's true.
"Oh, you are lucky you are cute or I would have beaten your ass. Here's your shit, get lost before I change my mind!" That was easily Daisy's voice as a duffel bag was thrown out into the hallway and the locker room door immediately slammed shut. Jesus Christ, if you didn't want anyone to walk in on you two changing, why did you assholes decide to use the locker room all the girls use. Or you know, go to your boy toy's locker room, that seems reasonable enough.
Maria's eyes stayed glued to the door for a couple more seconds as her lips curled in a cute pout. The backstage interviewer bent over and picked up the duffel bag before walking in our general direction. Mickie's head was nuzzling my chest at this point as she was mumbling god knows what, I don't want to know. I was just motorboated, I feel so violated and I have had people see my nude before. The brunette stopped as she finally realized that we were standing here. 'Help' that was the only word I could think to mouth as the brunette looked at me with confused eyes before pointing to herself innocently. "Umm.. Uh huh? I didn't know you two were that 'close'." We aren't close like you are implying, I would like to consider her a friend, nothing more or less. It's Mickie that likes to assume we are lovers or something, that's certainly not the case. The shortest brunette turned her head back to look at Ria and the other brunette's eyes darted over to Mickie. Not even a second later, she seemed to tense up a little, her facial expression changed slightly. She seemed scared. Why is that? Wait, I already know the answer to that one. "Actually.. I just realized, I have to get ready for.. for a thing.. a segment, yeah. I will see you later Teresa and Nikki, bye!" The former Diva Search competitor immediately started walking the opposite as I could only be astonished about how she not only butchered my name but Mickie's too. She's lucky she's so adorable.
"Let me go now, you had your hug." I spoke only for the brunette to look up at me with pleading eyes, I swear to fuck, don't give me that look. Those puppy dog eyes are part of the reason I am still in this match and can't get out. It's like I am stuck in quicksand and slowly sinking to my impending doom. Mickie let out a playful huff before releasing me from that awkwardly long embrace. "What did you do to scare Maria so much?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all. I explained some things, that destroyed her virgin ears. Nothing major, Trish." She spoke nonchalantly as I could only stare at her with blank eyes. Do I even want to know what the hell that means? No wonder, Maria is so terrified of her. Mickie gave me a small smile before grabbing onto my hand and trying to lead me down the hallway. "Let's go out to dinner, Trishie. I found a place that you are going to love!"
Crap, she hasn't forgotten about the whole reason that the brunette had approached me after her daily stalking. I am not really in the mood to go anywhere with this psychopath tonight. "Wait Mickie.. about that." Mickie stopped her fast walking which was good enough for me because I was afraid the bitch was going to pull my arm out of socket. "I..I already have plans tonight."
"Wait what do you mean, I thought that we were going out for dinner!" The brunette exclaimed dramatically as I only blinked a couple times at the young woman. No, I never agreed to us going out on this little dinner date, you only assumed that I was going to say yes. I really don't want to hurt the poor girl's feelings but I need some space away from her. "Come on, we don't have to go out for dinner, just whatever you want to do. Whatever you want, Trish." She cooed at me in a pleading tone.
Great, the brunette is looking at me with those puppy dog eyes of hers. They usually always get me to give into her desires. She's not meaning any harm, she's wanting to spend time with me maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. Wait no, that's exactly what I should not do. I can't give into her. "Mickie honey, I already have plans with someone else tonight but I promise, tomorrow we can go out for lunch. How about that?" I am lying out my ass right now, I hadn't even asked Ashes if she wanted to go get some drinks. But I hadn't lied, then lord knows what mess I would have gotten myself into. I would rather not have this lunatic up my ass anymore today. Mickie arched a brow, her lips curled into a scowl which showed me how displeased the brunette was with the idea.
"But Trish.. It isn't Jack, is it? I don't trust the way he looks at you even if it was just for the show. He's weird." Ew, god no. I mean the whole reason was to put the emphasis of Mickie's ever growing obsession with me. But I don't really talk to him after we do whatever we have to do for the segment. I only shook my head from side to side as Mickie only cocked her head to right with her finger onto her chin. The realization hit hard about who I was planning on hanging out with and Mickie grumbled, "Oh her.. Why her? She doesn't like me, she thinks I am bad for you. But.. she's wrong, right Trish?"
Ashley has been a good friend of mine ever since I met her while she was competing in the Diva Search last year. With the great success of the first ever Diva Search, the following year they decided to do it again. The blonde was declared the winner after the other contestant got disqualified after a wardrobe malfunction. "Yes, she's wrong, Mickie." I spoke quickly to make sure that the brunette doesn't had another psychotic breakdown like earlier. The brunette jumped up and down excitedly as a smile graced her lips. "We are friends, the best of friends.. But Ashley is my friend too. You know that."
"We are the best of friends, exactly! That's why, we should go out tonight. I know you love collecting shot glasses from bars, and it's not safe to go with anyone but me. Ashley won't protect you but I'll do anything for you. Only I can protect you. Please! Please! Promise, you can hang with her tomorrow." There wasn't anyway that I was going to be able to get out of here without the brunette up my ass, she's very adamant about coming with me..like always Wait, how does she know about my collecting hobby? Why do I even bother asking myself such things like this whenever I am already aware of the answer.
"I understand your intentions to protect me but.." Mickie's lip curled into a pout like a child that isn't getting their way. Those brown pools still blinking at me innocently as I could only let out a sigh. She really isn't going to let this go but there is no way that I am dealing with more than I already have to today. I'll constantly tell myself over and over again that I need to start putting my foot down but I need to find a way out tomorrow. "Fine." The brunette jumped up and down excitedly fighting the urge to embrace me once again. A lightbulb went off in my head, I figured a way to escape from her even it's for the night. Let's hope she will obey what I say for once. "However if we are going out, we both need to get ready. We meet back up here in about an hour, is that okay?"
"I get it, I get it, Trish. You want some alone time to get ready. Sounds good even though, I mean, you don't need to get dolled up because you are perfection as it is. I hope you aren't mad about last time. I had no idea you would be changing, I mean I can't complain. Your body is that of a goddess and I loved looking but.." I remember that time and the past several other times that the brunette has managed to walk in on me either changing or in the shower. I mean it doesn't bother me for another woman to see me naked, it's just that.. It's Mickie. And lord knows what she would do if those screws become any looser in that messed up head of hers. "Sorry, I got sidetracked. I'll see you in a little bit, Trish. I can't wait!" She quickly leaned over and gave me a small peck on the cheek, leaving in the opposite direction before I could scold her for those actions. A small sigh left me as my heart beat slowed down slightly, I could finally be at ease with Mickie away from me. Now.. I need to text Ashley and make sure that I am far away from her whenever those sixty minutes are up. I know that I practically lied to her face but can you blame me? She's way too much sometimes but it's all my fault. I don't have the heart to shatter hers. People can always change, no matter what. Does that mean that there is still hope for Mickie too?
Author's Note: There we have it, part one of however many until I am stratusified with this work. Herp derp pun intended. I love how I wrote my babe Mickie, she's so precious, I love her. I'll gladly take her if Trish doesn't want her. Also writing Daisy and Lita as the antagonists was pretty fun, Daisy and Mickie do mirror each other well, shame I wish I could go fix my canon and make them rivals in Daisy's WWE run. Oh well.. ;) Might save that for TNA then.. Trish does have a heart if you couldn't tell, she seems so conflicted about the psychopath. She cares about Mickie but at the same time, hates what she is. Trish protecting Mickie also shows that she cares. And of course, ditsy Maria makes a cameo. Lol also Trish practically is planning to ditch Mickie and go with Ashley. Nothing wrong could happen there, right?
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