Chapter One: You Don't Know Me

Mickie had just finished up her match with Beth Phoenix. It was the first time, in a long time, that any one was able to defeat "The Glamazon." Mickie knew whole heartily that Beth would be tough competition, but knew deep down in her heart, that she had the determination, and not to mention skill to defeat the blond diva. Mickie was the newest edition to Raw, drafted from Smackdown, and this was a sure way to show the Raw divas that she was a force to be reckoned with.

" Oh my gosh Mickie, you did it you did it. I mean I had total faith and I hate to say I told you so, but ----,"

Mickie cut her best friend off, " Yes, I know Kelly, your exact words, "Mickie Laree James, you are the best diva in WWE, and I have complete faith in you, blah blah blah," Mickie said nonchalantly.

Kelly pouted, " Well I was just trying to boost your confidence up, never knew that was a crime."

Mickie put her shoulder over her friend, " I know Kells, and I love you for it."

" Aww I love you too, but hey a couple of us are going to the Miami Heat Club, you wanna come with ?" asked Kelly.

Mickie contemplated this idea for a second. Sure she wanted to go hang with her favourite people, but something had been on her mind for the past couple of days. When Mickie was 18, she suffered a major concussion, which caused her to forget the past five years prior to the accident. Every day that Mickie wakes up, she feels as if there is a missing part of her life, which is she determined to find. She had decided that after her match, she would go find a specialist that could help her with her memory. Of course she couldn't tell Kelly this, for no one knew, so she would have to make an excuse.

" You know what Kells, I'm just really tired. I mean that match really took a lot out of me," Mickie said hoping that Kelly would believe her story.

" Well okay, I understand. Just make sure you go straight to the hotel. It's late and God knows what kind of creeps are lurking out there, just waiting for a beautiful lady to pounce on."

Mickie smiled, " Yes mother. I'll see ya later k?" And with that, Mickie was out the door.

Mickie was walking while looking for her IPod in her gym bag, "Shoot, I must have left it in the locker room."

As she was turning back, she was met by a voice saying, " Are you looking for this?"

She looked up to see John Cena smiling, showing those cute dimples, holding her beloved music accessory, "Cena, you are my hero. I would have died without this." Mickie attempted to grab it back but every time she did, Cena would hold it higher.

" Nah, nah, nah, you thought you could get it back that easy. This missy," pointing to the IPod, "has a price."

Mickie folded her arms, "As long as it doesn't involve me smelling your socks, I'm willing to do anything."

John Cena laughed, "I'm not that evil to do that to ya. But for this little bad boy, your gonna have to go on a date with me. Let's say around 8ish, tomorrow?

"Fine, I'll put myself through that torture in order to get my Ipod back." Mickie said smiling.

"My my Mickie, you sure know how to break a man's heart. I'm not sure you want this back. O well I'm sure I'll enjoy this."

Mickie gasped, " Cena, you must of known that I was just joking, I'm really sorry, please don't take it, I'm begging---"

By now Cena was cracking up, " Mickie, chill. I was just joking. So meet me tomorrow at Le Lust at 8 k?"

Mickie felt like such a drama queen, " Sounds like a plan, I'll see ya later. Bye." Mickie waved and headed out to the parking lot.

" Where did I park my car," Mickie wondered to herself, as she looked for her Lexus, " Oh that's right, I parked it beside that blue motorcycle."

She began to walk towards that motorcycle, and stopped right in front of it as the figure beside it turned around. She was met by the coldest pair of blue eyes, one could own. It was this very man, who could always make Mickie shiver, and not in the good way, in the sort of scared, nervous way. She noticed that a car was parked on the other side of her car, and that in order to move her car, the motor cycle would have to be moved.

" Uhm, Randy," She barely managed to say, " Could you please move your motorcycle, cause my care won't be able to get out, unless you do."

She was met by a viscous tone, " No."

Randy had never been the nicest in the locker room, but there was something in his voice, something as if she had done something wrong to him. As far as she remembered, she had always tried to be on her best behaviour whenever he was around.

" But I really have to go somewhere. Like now." Mickie said in more of a pleading way. She thought that maybe if she tried to beg, he would move. Little did she know how wrong she was.

His stare caught her, not enabling her to look away, " As you can see, I'm busy, so unless you're willing to wait, I suggest you call yourself a cab," he stated as he looked away.

Happy that he broke the stare, Mickie looked to see exactly what he was doing that was so "important." She noticed that he was just fixing his brakes, and gear shift. " Your telling me, that you can't stop fixing it for 1 minute."

" Yeah that's exactly what I'm telling you." Randy said not even bothering to look at her.

Damn it, I need to go to the doctor.. " You know what, I think I will call a cab," Mickie said as she pulled out her phone to dial the taxi cab number. " Yes, I would like at taxi., Right now I am located at umm, 21st and Albion. Yes thank you." The taxi would be there in 5 minutes, so Mickie decided to ask a question that has been on her mind, every time she watches or hears about Orton's latest actions.

Okay Mickie, you can do this. There is no need to be scared of him, "What's your problem anyways. I mean you walk around like your top dog, bullying those around you, and making people like me feel like the scum of the earth. So what's your problem huh Orton? What makes you act like this?

Randy Orton, slowly got up, but before Mickie knew it, he was in her face. His viper eyes, staring through her. She could feel his cold breath as he opened up his mouth to speak, " Let's get one thing straight Mickie James. You don't know me, nor will you ever know me. So I am going to say this one time, and one time only, never ask me that again, you got it?

Before Mickie could answer, the taxi cab arrived earlier than expected. Mickie simply turned around and ran to the cab, thanking the Lord on the way, for his excellent timing. As the cab speed away, she looked behind her to see Randy mounting his bike, and heading out in the South exit.

"That bastard," Mickie whispered.