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Btw there is quite a bit of speech in this because it's the conversation between Mickie and Vicki, and I wanted to put quite a bit about Vicki's background as well. Also in chapter 5 you noticed Vicki talking about "having something to cover it" that will come up later so keep that in mind! Have fun reading. I hope… =)

Chapter 7 - What A Life.

Pulling up I could still feel Mickie's hands digging into my sides where she was holding on so tight, after parking and getting off my bike I removed my helmet and looked at Mickie who looked like she was going to vomit throwing herself on the floor she started to slam her fists down and scream "LAND SOLID LAND!"

"I told you I was a speed demon!"

"Fucking hell I though I was going to die!" she said finally standing up,

"Wash your mouth out"

"I think I got a right I curse, I know you said you went fast but damn girl, that was FAST. You are crazy haven't you ever had an accident?" Looking at her I changed the subject quickly,

"Come on we should really check in, why don't we catch a drink before we go up?"

"Yeah maybe if I get you drunk you'll tell the truth"

"haha you don't give up do you Mick? Lets just go inside" I grabbed my bag and we walked into the hotel we checked in and went straight for the bar grabbing a drink before we headed to our rooms, walking in we threw our bags to the floor and collapsed in a head on our beds. Going over to my bag I took out my pyjama bottoms that came up to my knee revealing my tanned and toned calves, pulling off my top, I put on a black tank top I put my hair into a messy bun arranging it onto of my head, so that a few hairs came loose. Not bothering to remove my make up I made my way back over to my bed."Okay now I'm jealous you even look good in your pyjama's" laughing and throwing a pillow at her I walked over to the mini-fridge and pulled out the tub of ice-cream that was in there. "Right now is the time to admit to me your love for Mr Randy Orton"

"there isn't anything to admit Mickie, he is an arrogant shit head who isn't my type"

"how many times his everyone's type, ask any of the girls they will tell you how hot they think he is"

"yes and no offence to all the girls but they'll probably tell me his very good in bed as well" rolling her eyes at me she took a big spoonful of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth "I mean look at him Mickie that smirk he pulls on his stupid face, and that pose, yuck!"

"I think someone is just making excuses because she doesn't want to admit she has a crush on the youngest and hottest talent of Evolution" now it was my turn to roll my eyes

"honestly cross my heart, scouts honour all that crap I don't like him"

"yeah but your flirt enough with him out there in the ring today he couldn't keep his eyes off of you"

"Yes well that's to be expected seeing as I was in my underwear and rubbing against him" throwing her spoon down she waved her arms in the air

"There is another point, why rub against him if you didn't want a reaction?"

"Oh I wanted a reaction, but I was just messing with him…"

"BULLSHIT!" spitting out the ice cream I had in my mouth I went for a towel to wipe it away-

"Mickie James! What the hell has gotten into you, swearing this badly"

"Its you you're a bad influence on me"

"Bullshit" I said with a smirk on my face.

"So tell me, if you were just messing with him, how comes you seem to be enjoying yourself so much?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Of course but this is different, I just think his good looking I wouldn't date him"

"I thought you said he was everyone's type?"

"He is, I would just sleep with him, you would probably make it a regular thing"

"Get fucked you, I would never do that, I just like messing with him, he always gets whatever he wants, and I am one thing he wont get"

"Not for long anyway" taking a big spoonful of ice cream to avoid answering we sat there an watched TV for an hour.

Watching Mickie I considered her words for a while -she's dead wrong, its all fun, I mean why would I want Randy Orton?- getting up I made my way to the bathroom and stared into the mirror, -it might be fun to see where it leads, I bet it ends in nothing but disaster though- flushing the toilet to pretend I had gone I walked back into the bedroom, "So tell me about you, all I know if that you trained in Japan and England and about the shows you did there I want to know more"

"There's not much to know to be perfectly honest"

"Tell me about your parents"

"Parent, you mean, my dad died when I was 17" her eyes filled with sympathy "please don't do that, I had enough of that to last me a life time, I got over it. I know he's watching me every single day keeping me safe. My mums lives in England where most of my family are, my sister works as a physiotherapist, I talk to her a lot on the phone, but were both swamped at the moment with work so the calls have kind of stopped" looking at her she was listening intently-

"so how did you get into the business"

"I was a bad kid, after my dad died, I went completely off the rails, fighting spending nights in jail, drugs anything I could get my hands on I did, my mum tried everything she could to sort me out, sent me to the army, I flunked out and ran, she sent me to rehab, she put me through all kinds of shit to straighten me out, I walked out one night and heard a big commotion coming from the local gym and went in and checked it out, there was nothing else to do, the local wrestling show was on I was aware of WWF which was what it was called at the time, I got talking to one of the guys that trained there and fell into it and its been my passion ever since, it saved me, I don't know where I'd be right now without it, probably hooking in the streets of London"

"It sounds rough"

"It was, like most things you hear when people say 'my parents hated the thought of me wrestling, they forbid it' my mum didn't and I'm damn sure my dad would have said the same, when I told my mum she said to me 'I have never discouraged you, and I never will, I will come to every damn show and tell people how proud I am of you, I will always be proud, you sorted your life out by yourself, without the army, without rehab or jail, you did it yourself, I love you, you need to do what your heart tells you what to do and if this is it, me, your sister and your father are with you all the way' I remember the speech like it was yesterday, and I wont ever forget it"

"your mum sounds like an amazing person, I would love to have a mother like that" smiling at Mickie I climbed over and gave her a hug-

"Your going to love her when you meet her"

"I'm going to meet her?"

"Sure, she isn't ready to fly over here yet to watch me wrestling but she watches me on TV every week. She loves it, one day I'll bring here"

"I can't wait" she said with not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"So tell me Mickie how long have you have feelings for Mr Dave Batista?" The sarcasm that was also absent from my voice. Looking at me she stood up and made her way to the mini-fridge,

"Hey how about a drink? There's plenty in here and we can have a good time, I'm sick of ice cream, I know its expensive but I'll pay-" cutting her off by holding my hand over her I mouth I pulled the bottle of vodka she had in her hand and set it down

"Your babbling and avoiding my question," she shook her hand again picking up the bottle of drink grabbing two glasses and pouring us both generous amounts, gulping down her own as soon as she could she poured herself another glass, going over to her I pulled the glass from her hand before the third glass could touch her lips, "hey, crazy woman what are you doing?! I ask you a simple question and your downing drinks what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing I said we should have some fun" holding my hand up and cutting her off I shook my head-

"don't bullshit a bullshitter Mickie answer my question, how long have you had feelings for Dave?" she pulled the drink back from my hand and sat on the bed I walked over and sat next to her

"Since I first laid eyes on him, when I first came to Raw I didn't stop for a minute going from one place to the next like a kid junked up on fizzy drink, we got talking one day and just speaking to him calmed me down, I got this pulling feeling in my tummy when he smiled and ran his hands through his hair he can just look at me and I melt…" she trailed off pulling her legs up to her chest and slowly sipping on the drink she became quite

"Jesus Mickie I was kidding, your really serious aren't you?" she nodded her head slowly "has anything ever happened between you?"

"On a couple of occasions, at the hotel bars, after work, flirting the usual, we kissed once, I had a match and I was in the medical room just getting checked over he came in because he saw that I took a pretty bad bump to the head the doctor left and got close and kissed" she let out a deep sigh putting my arm around her I lifted my drink and tried to lighten the situation

"Okay so from here I make a promise to my new best friend-" looking up she smile and put her arm around me to lifting her drink up as I had done "that I will do whatever is in my power, to get you to be with The Animal Dave Batista"

"You really don't have to…" holding my hand out again I just knocked my glass against hers-

"Cheers, now lets get this private party started, I need to catch up so…" down the drink I had I caught up with the 3 Mickie had, had and we both started giggling and drinking.

Sitting with our legs cross opposite each other we had been drinking for the past hour and the clock now read 2.47am I poured us another glass of drink "so Vicki Summers when are you going to make a move on Randy" rolling my eyes I left out a laugh

"you don't fucking give up do you Mick? I tell you what I'll see where it goes okay? But it doesn't alter the fact that-"

"He isn't my type and he an arrogant shit blah, blah and more blah" she said mocking me, pretending I was extremely offended I knocked her arm to get her back, not realising I had knocked her a little to hard she fell off the bed crashing her down in a heap on the floor-

"Fuck it Mickie, I'm so sorry are you okay!?" she grumbled holding her head where she had banged in on the floor

"you bitch, that really hurt" she said laughing while rubbing her head

"I'm going to get you some ice, I'm so sorry I'll be right back!"

I got up and left the room and saw that the ice machine was a jog down the hall, -okay I just got to run and try not to fall over- picking up my pace I jogged down the hall skidding on the wood flooring right in front of the machine, downing a turn like a dancer I celebrated my own skills -I can't believe I'm dancing in front of an ice machine in my pyjama's half cut at almost 3 in the morning- I grabbed a bucket and pressed for ice, "nice moves just then" cringing I turned around to be face to face with Randy "that was cute, you should do it more often"

"what are you doing wondering around so late Randy?"

"I was making my way to John's room he said he needed to talk to me" raising my eyebrows at him I smiled

"I get it now! You like men, not woman!" he looked mortified I threw my head back and laughed, "I'm just kidding, your reputation with woman is almost as big as your ego,-"

"You seem to be interested in my reputation with woman all the time, are you jealous?" Turning around and realising the ice still hadn't come I pressed again and kicked the machine, the ice began tumbling into the bucket,

"and why are you out in the corridor so late?"

"Me and Mickie have been drinking I knocked her off the bed and she hit her head, I came to get her some ice, but you'll have to excuse me the room is spinning and I need to get the to Mickie" walking away I felt my feet tumble beneath me, I felt the shooting tingles go up my arm again as Randy steadied me on my feet, he didn't say a word and just picked me up and walked me to my room the door was open and he walked straight in, putting me down on my bed "look at the bitch, I went to get her ice and she falls asleep, I'll get her for this in the morning" sitting up I saw Randy sit on the end of my bed,

"What did you drink the whole hotel out of booze?!"

"something like that," I looked up at him laughing. He smiled at me and shook his head"come and sit down, I don't bite I promise" I patted the bed next to me and waited for him to sit down "thank you for bringing me back to my room Orton, I appreciate it" he smiled at me and it wasn't his smirk it was a genuine smile

"It's no problem, you may think I have a huge reputation with woman but I'm actually a nice guy"

"yes well, I guess I'll have to see it to believe it"

"have dinner with me tomorrow then"

"No" -what the hell did I go and say that for?!-

"Okay I know I said I was a nice guy but we do have feelings, why not?" I studied his face for a minute, I know I'm going to feel like such an asshole I got up and walked to the door and held it open, Randy let out a deep sigh and got up, before he walked out I grabbed his arm and turned him around-

"Okay I'll have dinner with you, but you'll have to keep your hands to yourself." I smile and let go of his arm he looked at me before I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him lightly on the lips, moving back into my room and closing the door I threw myself onto my bed and looked over at a sleeping Mickie.

-I guess it wouldn't hurt. Please God don't let this date be a disaster!-