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" C'mon babe." Randy said as he pulled Mickie from in front of the mirror. " You've been standing in front of that thing for the past 20 minutes." Randy sighed as he pulled his girlfriend on his lap. She stared at him and looked away.

" Why do you want me?" She questioned looking into his eyes. " What did you see in me?" She asked, her eyes filling up with water. Randy sighed and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead.

" This has something to do with that dude at the Denny's , doesn't it." Mickie put her head down and simply nodded.

" I'm fat Ran. I knew I was gaining weight. I should a put myself on a strict diet. I knew I was slowing down in my matches." She cried as her head rested on her boyfriends shoulder.

" Mick, you are not fat." He reassured her. To be honest, he thought she was a healthy size. Not to skinny like the other divas. And definitely not fat. She was a nice size.

" Well that's certainly not what other people think." She told him her head lifting up and looking into his eyes. " I'm a pig." She stood up and went back to the mirror. " Yup, that's definitely fat." She said doing a pose in the mirror. " Kids always called me fat when I was little. Now I see why." Randy stood behind his girlfriend.

" Mick, one guy told you that. Look at him. He looked like Santa." He joked hoping for a laugh but instead a cry out. " C'mon Mick, you are a nice size. Not to skinny like Kristal and not fat like...Jillian." He said wrapping his arms around her.

" Ran, Jill's not fat." She argued. She looked in the mirror once more. " But I am." She cried.

" Amy c'mon." John said trying to get the red headed diva out of the bathroom. " Forget what that asshole said. He looked a freggin' mess." He said leaning against the bathroom door hearing sniffles.

" Why do you care? You called me a slut all the time." Amy yelled as she leaned on the other side of the bathroom door. She grabbed more tissue. John sighed, knowing were she was going.

" I was a idiot. I was young and stupid." He said trying to get Amy to believe him. The two weren't what you call best friends, but John really felt bad for her.

" That was just two weeks ago. How much younger could you be?" She asked. Amy stood up and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her hair was all over the place. Her "fan" just basically called her a slut. This just wasn't her day. She wanted to check up with her best friend to see how she was doing, but she couldn't bring herself to get out the bathroom. She felt embarrassed and foolish. She knew John was just helping, but it made her angrier to know that he called her these names too.

" Ames, you can't stay in the bathroom for ever." He argued.

" Wanna bet." She asked looking at herself in the mirror.

" Please come out. What makes you think that I don't have to use the bathroom?" He asked.

" I'm a slut." Amy cried as she shook. The man was right. What kinda of person would sleep with her boyfriend's brother. Screw Kane at the same time, got back to Matt, then cheat on him with Adam. Amy Dumas would. The slut of WWE. Also Known As the door knob.

" What?" John asked not hearing her right. Did she just say she was a slut?

" I'm a slut."

Yup. So he wasn't hard of hearing after all.

" Amy your not a slut aiight." He reassured her and possibly himself as he stood up.

" Yes I am. The fat bastard was right. I am." She said crying. " Stop sitting here feeling sorry for me. You, the fat bastard, and the rest of the world knows I'm nothing but a slut." Tears flew down her eyes. If she could take it back she would, but she didn't have a time machine.

" Ames, open up." John said in a caring voice. " Lita, open up." He whispered. Ames hesitated, but her hand unlocked the door as she fell to the ground. John rushed in and hugged her as she cried on his shoulder.

" I'm a slut." She cried. " I'm a slut.

" All better?" Randy asked as Mickie gave him a weak smile. " Good because we have a whole vacation in head of us." He said cheerfully. " How about you, me, beach, now?" He winked which made Mickie smile.

" I like that." She said as she stood up.

" Good. Lets go." He said taking her hand and going towards the door.

" Um, Ran, I need to refeshin' up. I'll meet you in the lobby." She smiled as he nodded.

" Don't be to long." He said as he kissed her on the forehead. He grabbed the key card and turned toward Mickie and blew a kiss. She pretended to catch it. He smiled and walked out the door. Mickie guided towards the bathroom and keeled in front of the toilet. She carefully stuck her finger down her throat she as gagged. She did it once again and this time all the breakfast she had came into the toilet. Instead of putting her finger down her throat again, it came automatically. After the man left, she ate all her breakfast, just to not worry her boyfriend or best friends. She didn't want them to think that she actually took the man's comments into consideration.

Randy stuffed a egg down his throat, and drink apple juice to wash it down. John was enjoying his chocolate chip pancakes. Randy looked over at his girlfriend.

" Babe, your not eating." Mickie snapped out her train of thoughts and smiled.

" I know. I'm eating right now." She said as she cut up her strawberry pancake and smiled. " Um mm. This is good." She said as she looked at Amy who was quietly eating her breakfast. Randy and John nodded both taking a sip pf their apple juice. Mickie continued to eat smiling at her peers. All of this fat was coming off of her...soon as she got back at the hotel.

Mickie threw up once more, and flushed the toilet. She took a tissue and wiped her mouth with it as she stood in front of the mirror. Hating the way she looked, she turned away. She definitely had to get the weight off quickly. Excerise took to long. Throwing up was the way to go. She should be as skinny as Twiggy in a short while.

" Thanks John.'' Amy said as they both sat on the bathroom floor. She wiped her eyes and smiled.

" For what" He asked knowing what she was going to say, he just wanted to hear it.

" Helping. Ya know." She looked up into his eyes and smiled. " Thank you."

" No prob. I know we aren't friends, but I want to start." He said as she raised an eye brown. Seeing the look her face was priceless.

" What?" He asked laughing.

" You mean to tell me, John Cena, thee John Cena wants to be friends with little ole' me. I'm flattered." She fluttered her eyes lashes as both her and John laughed.

" Yeah, thee John Cena wants to be your friend." He laughed. " Will thee Amy Dumas accept or decline the friendship offer." He asked raising an eye brow.

" Ummmmmm, she definitely...accepts the friendship offer."

" Ready babe?" Randy asked as he saw his girlfriend come to the lobby.

" Yup."

" Well then lets go. How about we get something to eat after words." He asked hoping for a yes.

" Yes." She smiled. " But it wont be in my tummy for long." Mickie though as she and Randy left the hotel.

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