Mark and Ashley arrived at the arena a few hours before the show actually started. Mainly due to the fact that there was nothing to do in the hotel. They checked in, got their rooms, rested any leftover jet lag, got something to eat, and then came into the arena. As Mark and Ashley approached the locker room, they were stopped by a backstage worker.
"Mr. Callaway, these are from Mr. McMahon. He said to give them to you immediately," the stage worker said, handing Mark two tickets.
Mark and Ashley looked at the tickets, both of them confused as hell.
"Why are we getting tickets for Dallas if he just told us to come to Miami?" Ashley asked the stage hand.
"I don't know, he's in his office if you wanna ask him," he replied.
"That's exactly where I'll be. Come on, Ashley," he passed by the worker and stalked to Vince's office with Ashley trailing behind him.
Mark didn't even bother with knocking and just barged into Vince's office door. Vince knew backlash about the plane tickets was going to happen. He braced himself for the coming confrontation.
"Angry or not, I still sign your check. Therefore, I expect you to knock on the door like a respected employee," Vince said, standing his ground.
"Cut the bullshit, Vince! I wanna know why the hell do I have two tickets for Texas?" Mark started.
"And not even the right city at that!" Ashley chimed in.
"Because I figured you need a break. I realize that I have been working you like a pack mule and I apologize for that. So these two tickets are for you and Ashley to go rest until WrestleMania," Vince responded calmly.
"I don't believe you, McMahon, but vacation is vacation. I'll accept your little vacation tickets and I'll be in Phoenix in a month. If you're planning a WrestleMania Bret Hart moment on me, you'll be on life support until your family decides how they're gonna split your money," Mark threatened.
Vince was going to open his mouth to say something, but fear overtook his body and nothing was audible. He conceded and allowed his best wrestler to walk out the office, not knowing that he played right into his hands. The only people that knew about this plan was him, Michelle, and Layla. It would take a while for Destiny to be an afterthought, but he was willing to wait as long as it took.
What Vince didn't know is that Mickie heard everything. She was going to ask him about the match she had with Melina tonight on RAW, but had heard the conversation. She didn't care about her match with Melina anymore and decided that she would just wing it. Her main priority was to find Mr. or Mrs. Orton. While dashing through the backstage area looking for Charli or Randy, she basically ran right into Melina.
"Hey, Mickie, I just wanted to go over some things for our match," Melina said to her.
"Nothing would make me happier than to discuss our match, but right now I need to find Randy and/or Charli," she replied hastily.
"I heard sounds coming from their locker room, so I would a while if I were you," Melina said.
Mickie sighed, "Fine, what do you want to discuss then?"
"When I do the California Dream, do you find a way to counter or no?"
"There's supposed to be an interference from Lay-Cool right as I'm about to tap."
"I don't see how you could work with them. They're such bitches, uggghhh," Melina exhausted out.
Mickie just laughed, "You weren't the easiest person to work with either, but look at us now."
"I never said to you, "Hey Piggie James" or "Sorry, Piggie for eating one of your relatives"," Melina replied, mocking Lay-Cool.
"I understand your point, but they're just two of 20 divas. I can't sweat the small stuff."
"Whatever, I can't stand any of these RAW bitches. There's so much more competition on Smackdown."
"Not really, it's kinda the same. If RAW got as much a push as Smackdown divas do, then they would be on the same level."
"That and we get rid of Double Trouble over there," Mickie pointed to Stephanie and Brianna Garcia, better known as Nikki and Brie Bella.
"Come on, Melina, there was a time when you were just eye candy."
"At least I made an attempt to become more. They look like hookers waiting for a sugar daddy. By the way, looks like the happy couple finally stopped showing how much they love each other. I'll catch you later, Mickie," Melina said as she walked away.
"Randy, Charli, just the two people I wanted to see," Mickie said as she ran up to them.
"What's the matter?" Randy asked.
"Mark's going back to Texas until WrestleMania!" she shouted.
"Good, he needs the time off," Randy said, not seeing the problem.
"No Randy! That's bad, very bad," Mickie said.
"What the hell are you talking about? How is Mark getting a much needed vacation a bad thing?" Randy tried to figure out Mickie's logic.
"Randy, just get ready for your match. Mickie and I are gonna talk about this," Charli said as she placed a kiss on Randy's lips and let him walk off.
"Layla is most definitely behind this. What should we do?" Mickie asked.
"For now, nothing. Mark has been overworked and I don't think Destiny is ready to confront him yet. Her birthday is in about 2 weeks and WrestleMania is in about a month and a half. Somewhere between then, the stubbornness has to be beaten out of both of them."
"Charli, I'm pretty sure Vince is gonna find other ways to keep them apart. How do we counter that?"
"When the time is right, we'll figure out everything. As for now, you have a match to focus on against Melina."
"We already discussed it. The plan is pretty clear of what we're gonna do."
"Okay, fine, and then let's discuss something else."