I woke up the next morning to the sound of voices floating throughout the room. I didn't know what time it was, but what I did know was that I wasn't feeling all that great.
"Ted I swear to god, if you wake Mickie up I'll kill you. She needs rest," the voice of Randy became louder as I focused on what was going on to hear him threaten my best friend.
"Why does she get to sleep and I don't?" he snapped.
"You know Ted; I got barely any sleep either because of you. So I thought it was within my rights to wake your grouchy, hung-over ass up!" Cody spoke this time.
"Do either of you listen to anything? Let's get out of here before we wake her up," Randy ordered. I could hear a sense of annoyance in his tone.
"Yeah it would be nice if you guys could actually feed me," Ted muttered.
I heard them all leave as the door closed behind them, but I was too weak to move or say anything. So I remained in my position, eyes still closed, willing the comfort of sleep to overtake me again.
I was standing in a dark room, however I wasn't alone. A crowd of people were advancing on me, Kelly at the front, and they all appeared angry – as if I'd wronged them somehow. A feeling of terror overcame me… I had nowhere to go until a figure placed itself in between me and them. Realizing it was Randy, I felt safe again, until he turned around to face me – he was part of the angry mob. He advanced on me much quicker; I was backed up against the wall with nowhere to go…
All of a sudden I woke up in a sweat, sitting upright as a scream escaped my lips. I looked around quickly to realize I was still in my hotel room. I was panting – as if I'd just run a marathon. As the images from my dream were still swirling around in my head, a feeling of discomfort crept over me. The feeling of betrayal from Randy had felt so… so real.
At that moment the door was shoved open and Randy, looking frantic, barrelled through it, tugging his suitcase behind him.
"Randy what's–"
"I heard you scream, what happened?" he looked around the room as if expecting an attacker at any moment.
"I, I had a bad dream," I only just realized how much my head was pounding, so I placed my head in my hands hoping the coolness of them would help sooth my aching head. Why couldn't I get rid of this horrible feeling, like something bad was going to happen?
"Do you want to tell me about it?" he offered, as he placed his suitcase near the door.
I shook my head, "No… it's not important," I muttered.
"Okay, so how are you feeling?"
"Hung over… what time is it?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"It's just after noon, you slept for–"
"Noon? Holy crap, we need to drive to Toronto – that takes like six hours… we're going to be late!" I said frantically trying to scramble out of the bed. I couldn't believe how long I slept for. Even on my days at home I didn't sleep this late because I was an early riser. I guess I truly was exhausted and after everything that happened last night, especially with Kelly, I think I needed this but despite the extra hours of sleep, I still felt sick from all the alcohol.
"Hey, no, no," he grabbed my arm to hold me still, "Don't worry about it. I called a couple hours ago and booked the four of us onto a flight. It's so easy to do so now, but four months ago… of course it wasn't," he chuckled, referring to our missed flight/road trip period. "You should probably get ready and get everything packed, the flight leaves in less than two hours."
"Yeah," but instead of getting up, I laid back down on my pillow, not in the mood to bustle around right now.
"Mickie we need to–" he began but was cut off by the opening of the door.
Cody rushed in, pulling his suitcase as well, and slammed the door behind him, "Ted's coming! I woke him from his nap and now he's on a bitch rampage!"
"Why was he napping? We need to catch a flight," Randy asked.
Before Cody could respond, there was a banging on the door and once Cody opened it, Ted came barrelling through the door looking anything but happy. He didn't say anything, but slumped down onto his bed.
"Now why couldn't I have done this earlier? This is my bed after all!" he snarled.
"Ted we don't have time for you to be lying around. We have a damn flight to catch in less than two hours," Randy half-shouted.
Ted sat up, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm ready and showered! Unlike Mickie who looks like a complete mess!" he shouted.
"I'm not talking about Mickie and if you don't cut the attitude I'm going to kick your ass!" Randy retorted.
"Oh I'm shaking in my underwear. If that moron," he pointed at Cody, "hadn't of woken me up… twice, then maybe I wouldn't have this attitude!"
"Well you better do something about it, or you won't make it to Toronto!" Randy hissed.
"You know, today isn't like every other day, and today I'm telling you to take your threats and shove em up your ass!" Ted shouted back. Wow, he really did have an attitude today. He must not have gotten any sleep… poor guy!
Randy merely rolled his eyes and turned back to face me as Cody took a seat in the chair and pulled it in front of the TV while Ted leaned back against his pillow.
"Come on let's get you ready," he said as he extended a hand to pull me to my feet.
"Where the hell was my help this morning? Instead I got bitched at!" Ted complained.
I walked slowly towards the bathroom, still adjusting to being awake, as Randy walked by my side. I didn't need the help, or rather I shouldn't have allowed Randy to baby me, but I just didn't feel like putting up a fight this morning.
"Oh sure, ignore me as if I'm not here! Jerks, all of you are jerks. Mickie gets to sleep in and Mickie gets help, but no, Ted isn't important enough!"
I closed the door behind me quietly, not in the mood to deal with him at the moment, and proceeded to absorb myself in a shower. Ah, a shower… just the cure for how shitty I was feeling.
But regardless of the pleasant effect a shower usually had on me, I climbed out of the shower feeling the same as before. It was such a terrifying feeling, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was that was waiting for me in the near future.
Wrapping a robe around my body, I proceeded to dry my hair, throwing it in a ponytail and deciding to put my make-up on later. I drifted into the room wishing that I had stayed in the bathroom for refuge. Ted, it seemed, was hell bent on making everyone else as miserable as he was. What a day this was turning out to be! After picking out an outfit – a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a light button up sweater – I went about the room collecting all my belongings to throw into my suitcases, all the while trying my greatest to ignore my best friend.
I didn't know what I was going to do about the whole Kelly situation or if there was anything I could do. Kelly rarely got this angry, or at all, but when she did it was hard to reason with her. I truly believed, apart from me lying about it almost three years ago, that she had no right to be angry with me. And if she was only mad about the lying, she should be over it by now considering the amount of time that has gone by since, but I had a feeling that that wasn't the case.
Even though she shouldn't be, because it's truly a ridiculous thought, I knew that for some reason she felt threatened by this new revelation. There had never been an attraction between John and me, and I'm one hundred percent certain that that was never going to change. John was a friend to me, much like Ted and Cody. And especially when Randy was in the picture, no one else would or could ever stand a chance, and Kelly, of all people, should know that. I guess the only thing I could do was attempt to talk this out with her and find out what the problem is. I have faith at least that she'll come around eventually, I was just unsure of when that was going to be.
"God Mickie get the hell out of the way!" Ted shouted because I had, without realizing, walked in front of the TV while picking up the shoes that littered the floor beneath it.
"Sorry," I muttered before scurrying out of the way.
"Yeah thanks, I missed one of the good parts of the movie!" he complained referring to the part in the Hangover where Allan gets up to use the bathroom and upon noticing the tiger he ends up peeing all over the floor.
I dropped the shoes I had just picked up, and whirled around to face him with a death glare forming… and I had felt sorry for him! Poor guy my ass!
"Uh-oh," Cody said.
"You know what Ted, I am getting fed up with your attitude! I tried to be nice but you are too damn irritating," I shrieked, ignoring the pounding in my head.
"Yeah well what are you gonna do about it?" he challenged, pushing himself to a sitting position o the bed.
"Do you really want to test me?" I shouted.
He merely nodded his head and crossed his arms, waiting with anticipation of what I was going to do. I widened my eyes in shock, and let out a cry of frustration as I bent down to pick up my Coach pumps and proceeded to fling one after the other at him. He was successful in dodging the first one, but the other caught him on the top of his head.
"Ow you bitch! What is your problem?" he shouted, clutching his head in pain as he jumped to his feet.
"You!" I screamed. "Since the moment I've been awake, I've had to deal with your bitching and complaining. So for my sanity will you shut the fuck up?"
"I second that!" Cody interjected, but we both ignored him.
"Oh I'm sorry that I didn't get as much sleep as you princess, and that I don't have a psychotic ex-boyfriend slash current fuck buddy to threaten anybody who tried to wake me up!" he shouted as he threw his hands in the air in frustration.
I rolled my eyes, "You are literally too stupid to insult!"
"Do you really want to play the 'who's more stupid' game because I have an entire list on you!"
"Oh really, well if you have a long list on me, my list on you is twice as long!" I retorted, folding my arms across my chest.
"Ohh what an insult!" he said dramatically, "I could have thought that up in my sleep, but oh wait, I'm not allowed to sleep!"
"Ted DiBiase Jr, I hate you!" I shouted.
"Like wise…. Mickie James. I mean what kind of name is that anyway?"
I narrowed my eyes, "Oh look who's talking… Theodore Marvin!" I replied, confident in my retort.
"You promised you would never bring that up!"
"Yeah well it's on the internet, everyone knows!" I told him.
"You know what! You are no longer my best friend! You're hormonal, whiny, bitchy, short and your voice irritates me!"
"Yeah well… you're ugly!" was the only thing I could think to say.
His eyes widened and I knew I had hit a nerve. "Yeah, well that's not what your mother said!"
"Oh like I haven't heard that before. But for the sake of argument my mother told me you were the ugliest thing she's ever laid eyes on. In fact, forget the whole license to kill; don't you need a license to be that ugly?" I retorted.
I heard Cody and Randy both attempt to stifle their laughter, but after a few seconds they couldn't and they let it all out.
"OWNED!" Cody shouted out in between his fits of laughter.
This time he narrowed his eyes at me, "Cody you're my best friend again!"
"No he's mine!" I shouted, grabbing a hold of Cody's arm as Ted grabbed the other.
"Guys, guys I'm trying to watch a– enough!" he stood up and wrenched his arms free.
"Oh so now you want to be my best friends… now when it's convenient for you! Well screw you guys; I'm my own best friend."
Ted and I looked at each other and both of us narrowed our eyes once again, crossed our arms and stormed way from each other. Ted walked into the hallway and slammed the door, as I did the same but in the bathroom. Ten seconds later I poked my head back out and found Ted doing the same as Cody and Randy watched us in irritation and amusement respectively.
We met in the middle of the room – neither of us showing a hint of weakness in our features.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he spoke quietly.
"Yes," I said.
"Cody's a loser," he said as we both turned to face our other Legacy member.
"Tell me about it, I mean… he's his own best friend?" I scoffed.
"That's impossible because he's so much of a loser that even he hates himself and therefore wouldn't want to be best friends with himself. Get it?" Ted asked.
"No!" Cody and Randy shouted.
"Yes," I said at the same time as them.
"See! That's why Mickie's my best friend," Ted said proudly.
"What?" Cody shouted. "Three minutes ago you hated each other!"
"That's crazy talk Cody! I could never hate my Teddy! I said airily as I pulled Ted in for a hug. "I think he's just jealous," I told Ted, in reference to Cody.
"Agreed," he pulled away. "Although we are going to have to have a talk about you using my full name," he said sternly.
I hung my head in shame, "I know," I mumbled. "But it was in the heat of the moment!"
"Yes but it was also a low blow, and best friends don't do that," he explained.
"You two are freaks!" Cody exclaimed.
"Get your asses ready, we're leaving in five minutes," Randy ordered, a hint of irritation evident in his tone.
We made it to the airport with forty-five minutes to spare, me and Ted having argued the entire way much to the chagrin of the other two. By the time we arrived, Ted and I were best friends again and had our attention on Cody as we continuously made fun of him.
"Even though I'm always thankful that I'm not Cody, I'm especially thankful that I'm not him today," Randy muttered as he stored our carry-ons in the above compartment on the plane, as I took the window seat.
"Why?" I asked, while making myself comfortable.
"Because I don't have to sit with Ted," he informed me.
"I heard that!" both guys shouted simultaneously from behind us. I turned around to find both of them in their seats, two rows behind us. Cody appeared annoyed as Ted seemed insulted.
"Awe everyone is so hard on my Ted!" I spoke, leaning over the seat to blow Ted a kiss to which Cody rolled his eyes and people in between us shot me a weird look.
Ted winked back at me, and jerked his head backwards in the direction of the bathrooms. I sent him a confused look until he gestured for me and him to go back to the bathrooms… and then he wiggled his eyebrows. He was actually suggesting we join the mile high club! Ha ha ha.
He looked away and locked eyes with Randy, and a second later a scared expression took over his features. He slouched down in his seat and kept shooting uneasy glances at the Viper who was glaring down at him.
"Sorry!" he finally exclaimed. "It was a joke!" he reasoned.
"Ted I have about a hundred threats I could offer you right now, and each one is starting to sound very good to me right now," Randy said menacingly.
"Jeesh buddy learn how to take a joke!" Ted muttered.
"I know how to take a joke and when to know a joke is stupid. And this joke is stupid… and also would never happen. Trust me, been there and done that," he said smugly.
"You two are members of the mile high club!" Ted shouted out jumping to his feet, obviously forgetting we weren't the only ones on the plane. Almost everyone I could see had turned their attention on Randy and me.
I looked over at Randy, "You're a liar! I never ever agreed to it when you suggested it… the hundred different times," I looked around at the strangers on the plane, "He's lying," I chuckled nervously.
Randy rolled his eyes, "I meant, I've asked and she's always declined. Damn Ted you're such an–"
"Idiot? Yeah I've heard that before," Ted grumbled and sat back in his seat.
"You can stop staring now," Randy hissed to a few other passengers.
"Randy!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him down into his seat, as I sat down in my own, sending apologetic glances to those Randy had been rude to.
He handed me my Ipod that he had retrieved from my bag, and I placed one bud in my ear and turned the music on, low volume.
"You seem to be in a better mood," Randy pointed out.
I offered him a smile, "I love arguing with Ted… when it's a joke anyway," I said happily.
"I hadn't noticed," he remarked.
"I guess I'm in a better mood, but I'm still upset and confused about what happened with Kelly… and honestly I don't know how I'm supposed to react to it. I mean should I be mad, apologetic… a mixture of both?"
"My honest opinion would be that Kelly has no reason to be angry. She could be angry about the lying, but it happened how long ago? She needs to get over it. I've always told you that you two are different. Mickie she's how much younger?" he asked rhetorically, "… she's still a kid."
"Yeah I know, but she's never been like this before. I guess we've never actually been in this situation, but she's never given me reason to consider her immature. I think that's what's so bad about this whole thing… I've never seen this side of her," I said quietly.
"When I first heard about it I guess I was angry in those ten seconds after she blurted it out and you had confirmed it. I mean my ex-best friend and my ex-girlfriend… so soon after we had broken up? But it would have been pointless to get mad at something that happened three years ago, and on top of that I know there isn't nor has there ever been anything between you and Cena," he explained.
Randy had always been wise for his years, and I guess that makes him mature. He's had his life in order, for the most part, ever since I had met him. He was always so confident in himself, and knew what he wanted from his life from the get go. He's a planner in that sense, in the career aspect of his life, and he's ambitious. It's why he is so successful at such a young age and I admire him immensely for it.
I guess I can't compare Kelly and Randy, not only because of the seven year age difference, but because Kelly isn't as hard working as he is and it's not in her blood either. I'm not saying that she isn't devoted to the business, she's just in a different position than Randy and I know she didn't grow up knowing she was one day going to be a WWE superstar.
So in that sense, I guess their reactions about the whole situation were going to be different. Or rather they were the same, but Randy had taken a minute to think it over and realize that the situation in fact… had meant nothing. If anything that was a sign of maturity, and I had been wrong about Kelly. I would take the blame for that, because I had just assumed she was mature for her age… but then again, up until last night, she had never given me any reason to doubt that for a second. All that proves is that there is an underlying explanation for her actions last night, and I was determined to find out what it was.
"I'm probably going to regret saying this, but you're very mature for your age. I thought Kelly was, but maybe this was just too much for her," I reasoned.
"You're such a saint Mickie… still defending her after the way she treated you," he said with a smirk.
"Oh I'm sorry if, unlike you, I have a heart," I said.
He chuckled, "I'm glad you do. Your goodness is such an attractive and redeeming quality. Like I've said, mostly everyone gave up on me, but you're too stubborn for it."
"You're not as bad as others or even yourself seem to think. What person on this planet doesn't have a guard up at some point in their life? Some are just stronger than others… and you've been through enough hard times to last a lifetime."
"So have you, even worse than me, and you're still a much better person than I am," he admitted.
"Everyone is different Randy. If you and I were the same person, with the same reactions we would have made a very boring couple," I told him with a smile on my lips.
"Touché," he said.
I sighed remembering what had started this conversation in the first place. "You know had they dated before that happened, I would totally be able to understand her anger towards me. I mean sure you've slept your way through the divas but I'm not great friends with any of them, except Melina and Kelly, so I could never hold it against them or you. But I would be upset if those two had done the same," I confessed quietly.
He surveyed me for quite some time, and it appeared as if he was unsure of what to say. Finally he offered me a reassuring smile, "Well you don't have to worry about that… past of future."
I smiled at him, grateful for his friendship. I knew that in spite of our past, I could trust him. The feelings I had when I woke up this morning were no longer hanging around because I knew he wouldn't betray me… we had been through far too much.
As for what was said last night, I don't hold Kelly or Melina's absence lately against either of them. It goes both ways and I hadn't made the effort on my part either. It made me feel guilty – how I just abandoned the friends who had been there for me the last three years just because Randy walked back into my life. It was in fact a selfish decision regardless of convincing myself it wasn't. I really needed to get my life, outside of my career, in order before things started to get worse.
An hour and a half later our plane touched down in Toronto and after retrieving our luggage and getting our rental car, only one this time, all settled, we set out for our hotel excited for the show tonight.
It gave me time to think over everything that had happened the last few months and how much my life had changed. Months ago I couldn't stand the sight of Randy and now I was willing to do anything I could to protect the bond we had been able to reforge. But with that said, I didn't want it to come at the expense of my friends who were there for me when I had to endure the worst time in my life. I knew that Kelly would come around; I just needed to be patient.
We checked into our two rooms again, all of us in much better moods than we had been previously, and focused our attention on tonight as opposed to making fun of one another. I took a half hour to get my hair and make-up done, without any complaints from the guys surprisingly, and then finally we had taken the voyage (Randy as the driver) to the arena only a couple hours before the start of the show.
"Come on, let's head back and finish getting ready," I told Ted, standing up from the table.
Instead of following Randy and Cody to our locker room, he and I had decided we were hungry and had gone off to catering instead. Surprisingly Cody didn't want to join us, yes I know Ted and I were in shock too, and we had gone alone promising we would meet them in the locker room very soon.
"Oh yeah because it takes forever to pull on some shorts," he muttered, staring down at his plate that still had a good amount of food on it.
"Ted, don't you want to look pretty for all those who are going to be staring at you tonight? You get new titles tonight! You have to look your best," I said excitedly.
His eyes widened, "Damn it, why did we come and get food? Now I'm going to look fat and as if I didn't even bother to get ready!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and sending me a glare as if it was my fault we had come to get food.
"Look there's Kelly," I pointed towards the make-up area where the blonde and Eve were standing, obviously just having finished getting ready. "Let's go talk to her," I suggested, hoping she would take the time to listen to me.
"Uh do you think that's a good idea, I mean after last night? Besides she's with Eve… not a big fan of her," he admitted.
"Come on, maybe she's calmed down," I proposed, not feeling all the confident in my words, but opting to lead the way anyway.
Both girls didn't notice us approaching until we were only a few steps away. They both turned their gazes on us – the smiles fading instantly. So I guess this means they haven't gotten over it…?
"Hey Kel," I said hesitantly, "I was wondering if we could talk."
"Oh you mean you can actually fight your own battles without Randy being around to do it for you?" she said sarcastically.
"I didn't come here to fight Kelly," I said firmly.
"I have nothing to say to you," she spoke coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Kelly, come on, this whole thing is inane. I said I was sorry, what else am I supposed to do? Take it back? Because I can't," I exclaimed.
"I have a suggestion, why don't you stop whoring around?" Eve spoke up.
Kelly didn't agree or disagree, nor did she seem amused … if anything she seemed uncomfortable by the statement. I guess she didn't completely hate me.
"If I were you, I would just spare Maria and nip things in the bud with her," Eve looked up at Ted this time. "You're just going to end up hurting her as long as Mickie is around."
Ted, who seemed to be trying his best to ignore everything, seemed surprised by her words.
"You don't even know what you're talking about Eve," he spoke harshly. She seemed taken aback but he ignored her expression and continued, "How dare you treat Mickie with such disrespect? You don't know her and lucky for her you never will. She's a kind, caring, supportive and loyal friend. But from the looks of things, you don't even know the meaning of those words."
He turned to face Kelly this time, "And yet you do, shame on you Kelly."
"If you think that, she seems to have done her job at fooling you," Eve said ruthlessly.
I rolled my eyes and laughed in frustration. Taking a step forward, I was now positioned directly in front of Eve.
"You don't deserve Cody," I said simply.
"Oh but you do? Are you going to screw him too?" she said cruelly.
I shook my head, "Cody and I are friends, and it's not my fault you're so insecure that you have to resent his friends because of your childish jealousy. It's going to be your loss not his, so get over yourself," I said.
She went to retort but I put my hand in her face to stop her. I looked back at Kelly, "If you want to act like a child Kelly, fine… I just always thought you were better than that. Let's go Ted, this was a waste of our time," I grabbed his arm and lead him away before stopping.
Leaving Ted, I walked the short distance back to the divas and focused on Kelly. "Not that it's your business, but it's Randy… it's always been Randy… I thought you knew that," I spoke softly.
Regret and sadness washed across her face but I turned and walked away before anything more could be said. Ted and I walked the rest of the distance to our locker room in silence, but I knew we were thinking the same thing – how could Eve, someone who is usually so nice, behave in that manner. And more than that, how could Kelly stand there and allow it to happen because she's upset over something so absurd. I also knew, without asking, that Ted was concerned for me.
I shoved open the door roughly, settling back into my pissy mood but promising not to take my anger out on my team mates, startling both Cody and Randy who apparently had been previously absorbed in the television.
I threw my bag forcefully on the ground before turning to Cody, "You might want to avoid your girlfriend… she doesn't seem to be in a better mood," I said coldly.
"You saw her? What's she like?" he asked curiously, sitting up in his chair.
"She's a right bitch, that's what. And I'm sorry for saying this, I mean I've tried to be supportive, but she does not deserve you Cody," I said loudly.
Before waiting for any response, scared I might start throwing things, I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me but not before taking in the look of concern on Randy's face. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes.
"What happened?" the voice of Cody spoke.
"Eve tore Mickie a new one. Basically told her to stop whoring around and accused her of sleeping with all of us," Ted explained.
"Cody, I mean it. Mickie doesn't deserve this unnecessary abuse. You better do something about it, or I will," Randy threatened.
"You're right… I know," I thought I heard him sigh, but I was standing behind a door, so I couldn't know for sure. "Mickie has been nothing but good to everyone. I'll talk to her." There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, "God I can't believe she would say that."
"Fuck!" it was Randy who spoke this time, and I imagined the other two being surprised by the sudden outburst. "All the judgement that is usually reserved for me is now being unleashed on Mickie. It's not what I wanted to happen. I can take it, I'm built for it, but I can't stand seeing her hurting. It kills me…"
"We know man; it's not your fault. Some people are so petty. We just need to be better than them, and above that we need to stick together," Ted spoke up.
I leaned away from the door and approached the sink, not wanting to hear anything else. Ted was right… as long as I had the three of them, everything in my life was going to be okay and I would be capable of handling anything that came my way.
"Are you okay?" Ted asked as I exited the bathroom a few minutes later.
"Definitely. I'll channel all my anger into tonight's match…. Whatever that may be," I said.
"No you can't!" he exclaimed.
"Why not?" I said, confused.
"Cody told me you were facing Trish tonight."
"I'm facing Trish?" I asked excitedly.
Before anyone could answer, there was a knock at the door, and when I pulled it open I found Trish Stratus standing on the other side.
"Oh my gosh!" I pulled her in for a hug, "How are you!"
She laughed, "I'm good! I wanted to stop by and see you before the show. The ladies said you'd be here," she said before pulling away. "Wow it's been so long!"
"I know! We were actually just talking about you."
"Good things I hope," she laughed again. "Hey Randy how have you been, long time no see."
"I've been good," he said with a smile, "How about you?"
"I've been keeping busy; it's so great to see you guys again…To see everyone again. Um… hi," she said to Ted and Cody who were gaping at her.
I nudged Ted, "Say hi," I urged him.
"Oh hi… nice to meet you!" he grabbed her hand and shook it. "I'm a huge fan!"
Cody walked forwards, after snapping out of his trance, and shoved Ted out of the way, "I'm a bigger fan," he exclaimed before grasping her hand and shaking it himself. Ted walked back towards him, looking angry, and both started a battle over the position in front of Trish.
I shoved myself in front, mortified at the scene in front of me, "I don't know if you've met personally but I'm sure you know who they are – Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes."
"Heard of and seen from a distance," she chuckled at their behaviour.
"Apparently they're big fans," I chuckled, hoping she would find this amusing as opposed to a reason to stay away.
"I can see that," she offered me a smile. "I would love to catch up. There aren't very many ladies from when I left, but you're still around and I've missed you so much. I'm having a get together after the show; do you think you can make it?"
Before I could say anything, Ted stepped in front of me, "Definitely, in fact I'll come along too, you know as a chaperone for the event. I'd love to catch up!"
"Yeah but he's boring, I should be the one to go," Cody stepped forward.
"You guys," I said through gritted teeth.
Trish merely laughed, "You can all come then… seriously the more the merrier. But I better go I have a busy night. See you later," she offered another smile before turning to Randy, "You better come, no ifs, ands or buts!" She spoke and was out the door a moment later.
I closed the door behind her before turning to glare at the boys, "What the hell was that? You two are grown adults and you still managed to embarrass me with your idiotic behaviour."
"Ted's older," Cody argued.
"Who cares…" he said quietly before a grin grew on his face, "Trish Stratus just invited me over to her house!" he said excitedly, clapping his hands in excitement.
"Uh no she invited me," Cody interjected.
"Actually… morons, she invited me and Randy and you two invited yourselves. And if you can't behave, you aren't coming!" I exclaimed.
"She was totally looking at me when she said it," Ted muttered.
I merely rolled my eyes and strolled over towards my bag, as he and Cody engaged in a whispered conversation about what might take place at tonight's get together. As I was pulling the outfit I had chosen for tonight out of my bag, I found myself to be in a much better mood than I had been previously.
"Where's your head at tonight?" I hadn't noticed that Randy had approached me.
I looked up at him and forced a smile on my face as he took a seat beside me on the bench. "A little clouded with anger, but it's fading quickly. I can't let Eve get inside my head, not when I have so much riding on my performance."
"You're right for that very reason, but also because she, nor is anyone else, worth the time it takes to get angry," he told me.
"Oh really, you are giving me anger management advice?" I teased, nudging him gently in the side.
"I'm the leader of Legacy remember… it's my duty to make sure my members don't screw things up for the group as a whole," he explained.
"Oh I'm sure that's why your offering advice you don't follow yourself," I said.
"Either way, it's best if you follow the advice," he said before standing up and walking towards his bag to extract a shirt and pull it over his head.
I shook my head and smiled at how different Randy was in comparison to other people. It was like he operated on a different frequency, and I would be lying if I said that wasn't part of the attraction I had towards him. I retrieved my clothing and went into the bathroom to change into my first outfit for tonight, the other being my wrestling attire. I set about fixing my hair and pulling it into a half ponytail after teasing it to give it volume. I reapplied some of my make-up and after being happy with the results, I focused on getting myself dressed as Raw would be airing soon.
When I was finished I surveyed myself in the mirror, and was pleased with the results. Damn I could clean up good. I chuckled to myself at the thought… miracles do in fact happen. Gathering up my previously discarded clothing, I opened the door and stepped out into the room.
"So…" I asked, waiting for all of them to turn and survey me, to give me an honest opinion. "How do I look?"
My outfit consisted of a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and black five inch cage heels for my feet. Up top I was wearing a black bra, with a thin strap cropped (hem ended just above my belly button) lace top over it and a long black beaded necklace.
"Wow Micks, you look incredible. So glad you get to walk us to the ring most nights," Cody beamed.
"Ted?" I asked, turning to my best friend.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Meh, you look okay," he said, shooting Randy a nervous look.
I chuckled, "Thanks Ted," I said before turning to Randy.
"Let's just say that them two being here is really ruining what I have visualized in my head right now," Randy smirked.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment," I said with a grin. "Okay, well I'm ready, so I'm going to head out and check out what's going on for tonight. I'll come back here before the show starts."
After finding out what was going to be taking place tonight, I strolled around the arena trying to clear my head for tonight. Each Raw was always important, but because of this new character change and the storyline I was now involved in with the guys, I needed to be in the right state of mind, and I needed to work my ass off to make sure everything went according to plan.
I felt as though I was successful at playing both a heel and a face, something not everyone was capable of. The former, I wouldn't say was better, but it certainly had its perks. As a heel, there were fewer boundaries, and you had more room and resources to create your character so as to entitle its success. I would even go so far as to say it was more fun, although just being able to walk down the ramp, no matter your role, was a luxury all on its own.
On-Air
Forty-five minutes later, it was my turn to head out to ringside, and after grabbing my divas title and telling the guys I would see them soon, I headed for the gorilla position and made my entrance to the ring much to the dissatisfaction of the live crowd. I revelled in the jeers, just knowing I had made my mark as a heel because of the negative reaction I was receiving.
I kept my arrogant smirk plastered on my face, and opted to give extra attitude to the crowd in attendance. The manner I was going for, and might I say pulling off rather well, was that I knew I was better than every single person in this arena. But deep down, instead of actually feeling arrogant, I was feeling excited and pleased. The only thing it took to put me in a better mood was the atmosphere the WWE Universe created every Monday night – the sensation was truly magical.
"Ladies and Gentlemen this bout is set for one fall, with the winner becoming the new number one contender for the Divas championship and earning a right to face Mickie James for the title at Hell in a Cell!"
I took a seat at the announce table as Alicia Fox's music hit the speakers, and she sauntered down the ramp, hips swinging from side to side until she entered the ring, and glared down at me, claiming she was going to become number one contender and win my divas title.
"What do you have to say about that?" Michael Cole enquired.
"Do you really think she has time to care about what Alicia Fox is assuming, I mean she must be a busy diva being involved with the men of the Legacy," King spoke, just as Melina's familiar theme sounded throughout the arena and the paparazzi princess made her signature entrance into the ring.
"Wait, wait, wait this is my favourite entrance in the history of the WWE," King said excitedly, his eyes glued to my raven-haired Latina best friend. I had to give Melina props for bringing in her own personalized in ring entrance – what person, guy, on this planet is not a fan of this?
But once again, I needed to stay in character. "Are you kidding me? I could successfully execute that entrance in my sleep, and look a hell of a lot sexier doing it," I said arrogantly.
"I'm not going to argue with that… either way it's a win win situation," King said in agreement, as Cole rolled his eyes.
Melina sent a confident smile in my direction after jumping off the top rope, and telling me that my days were numbered as the divas champion. I yelled for her to step back into reality, just before her and Alicia locked up in the middle of the ring.
"You know King; you are absolutely right about me being too busy to put up with Alicia's invalidated threat to win my divas title from me. I have absolutely no interest, nor time to deal with her or Melina's for that matter, wishful thinking. If either of them actually thinks they have a chance at winning my divas title, they're far more delusional than I have ever given them credit for," I said matter-of-factly. "I've said it a hundred times, and hopefully one day someone will actually realize the truth of my words so I don't have to waste my valued breath repeating myself, that I am divas champion to stay and with the… support," I chuckled to myself, "of my Legacy team mates, I can essentially guarantee that."
"Support? You mean the four of you helping one another with your matches, because god forbid you could actually attempt to win one on your own," Cole spoke harshly.
"Look who's talking Cole. If you got in the ring you'd be able to last a whole three seconds against… well against Beth Phoenix, if even that long," I spoke, watching as Melina gained the upper hand after a back elbow.
"I highly doubt the truth to that statement, but for the sake of argument, I'm not here to be judged as a wrestler. My job is to do the commentary," he responded.
"So when are you going to start doing your job?" I scoffed as King emitted a chuckle. "Because either you've been neglecting your responsibilities, or you are just horrible at your 'job', and I'm more than willing to bet it's the latter," I said arrogantly.
"Oh very funny, like I haven't heard that before," he muttered.
"Yeah I tell him that at least three times a night," King said with a chuckle.
"Well there you go, at least one out of the two of you has somewhat of a brain," I spoke, keeping my eye on the two divas as Alicia stole control with a vicious clothesline followed by a kick to the head.
"Hey!" King said with a laugh. "I would normally be angry at the insult, but when I have such a beautiful diva as you sitting beside me, I seem to lose a few of my morals," he admitted.
"What morals?" Cole scoffed, before continuing on with his commentary.
"Thanks Jerry, but let me make it clear you have no chance of getting with this," I said condescendingly.
"Well a man can hope," King said.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't even do that," I said, watching as Melina started to gain her momentum back.
"So it's great to have Trish Stratus guest hosting tonight isn't it?" Cole enquired.
I scoffed, "Are you kidding me? The only person who would have been a worse pick for guest host would be Kevin Federline, and even then I'm not too sure about that."
"Oh come on, Trish Stratus is one of the most celebrated divas in WWE history. Certainly you can't compare her to K-Fed," King said.
"She's more like over celebrated to the point that I almost fall asleep by merely hearing her name," I said.
"I just think you're jealous," Cole accused.
"Who the hell cares what you think?" I said rudely, as Melina managed to regain control once again with her
Without waiting for a response I threw the headset off my head and ran over to the ring and climbed up on the apron. Melina, noticing the action, took her focus off Alicia and rushed over to the ropes to get in my face.
"Get off the apron!" she yelled in my face.
"Make me you tramp!" I shouted back.
"Oh I'm the tramp? What about–" she was cut off as she reflexively dodged out of the way of a charging Alicia Fox, but I was not as lucky as Alicia collided with me knocking me to the ground as the crowd cheered.
A few moments later, after hitting the sunset split, Melina's entrance music sounded once more throughout the arena as she celebrated in the corner. I rolled into the ring and came face to face with her as we shouted in each other's faces about our own thoughts of the outcome of the next Pay Per View. I moved out of the way as I saw Alicia come running at Melina again, but the Latina was able to evade her once more and perform a clothesline on her beaten opponent before taking her exit out of the ring, as a permanent grin settled on her face.
I watched as she took her leave up the ramp, still laughing and gesturing to her waist that soon the title was going to be there, before I turned around to face Alicia with an unimpressed look littering my face. She tried to explain herself, but before she could get a few words out, I performed a vicious kick to the midsection and grabbed her by her hair to toss her angrily out of the ring.
I shouted to her about her uselessness as, I knew, the cameras cut to a commercial break. I exited the ring to retrieve my divas title from the announce table and furiously grab a microphone from one of the crew. I graciously entered the ring again, and set about to appear as if I was calming myself while waiting for the commercial break to come to an end. Finally as I was signalled that we were live once more, I allowed a smile to grow on my face as I addressed the entire WWE Universe.
"In all my years of being in this business, I have never come across a more talented and deserving trio of men than my friends and team mates – Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes and the Viper… Randy Orton," I paused for a moment as the crowd emitted a strong string of boos.
"Randy Orton, the leader and creator of the Legacy, had one of the longest reigns in history as Intercontinental Champion, is a former tag team champion, former Royal Rumble winner, a five time WWE Champion, and the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history!" I applauded as the crowd booed once again, "And he accomplished all of that before the age of thirty!" I exclaimed.
"But tonight, or at least this moment, isn't about our fearless leader but rather about the other two members of the Legacy… Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes," I waited as the boos once again died down. "The future of this company rests in the hands of these new superstars, and rightfully so as they were bred to be successful. At Night of Champions they proved each and every one of you wrong and effectively defeated two of the top superstars in this business and future hall of famers to rightfully claim the Unified Tag Team Championships," I declared.
"So without further ado please join me in welcoming to the ring the tag team champions and my best friends… Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase!" I shouted with enthusiasm.
'It's a new day' blasted throughout the arena as both guys entered onto the ramp, the arrogance more evident than usual. I held the microphone between my arm and my body, and made a show of applauding the two men as they made their way down to the ring.
Ted entered first as he came right towards me to bring me in for a hug as did Cody, before both men climbed the turnbuckles in each corner. Cody jumped down first, followed by Ted as they both joined me in the middle of the ring.
Ted slung an arm over my shoulder as I handed him the microphone, "What a beautiful introduction that was Mickie, but you seem to have forgotten a few small things."
"What?" I asked him, confused.
"Although it may be insanely obvious to every pathetic human in this building, it should still be mentioned just how good-looking, charismatic and talented we are," he chuckled as the crowd shouted its disapproval.
Oh Ted, never seeming to be able to pass up a chance to talk about how good looking he thinks he is. I had to struggle to keep my game face on, as I faux pretended to be apologetic and tell him how true it was. Great! He's going to hold that against me later.
"You see, everyone thought that Night of Champions was a fluke for us and that we would never be able to pull off another impressive win like that one, but low and behold we went on to defeat Triple H and Shawn Michaels at Summerslam, and again yesterday… at Breaking Point to retain our tag team championships," he said with a grin.
"Honestly I don't see what the big fuss was about… that win last night came incredibly easy to us. Triple H and Michaels may be some of the greatest wrestlers to step into the ring… I might be stretching that a little… but once you reach a certain age, things just don't come as easy anymore. And let's just say The Game and The Heartbreak Kid should have hung up their boots a long time ago," Cody chuckled.
"Whether you like it or not, I couldn't give a damn, we are the future of this business, so you better get ready to see a lot of the Legacy, because we aren't going anywhere," he declared.
I smiled up at him and took the microphone back, "So I bet you're wondering why we've graced you with our presence. Well there's a reason that my boys don't have their tag team titles with them, and that's because we personally requested to have new tag titles made because Legacy deserves top notch accommodations and Ted and Cody didn't want any second hand belts. So without anymore delays, I'm asking for the new tag titles to be brought out and presented to the most deserving tag team champions in history!"
We turned expectantly to face the top of the ramp, and as I was readjusting my title on my shoulder, the familiar theme of Trish Stratus hit the speakers and the entire arena erupted into cheers as the hometown girl made her way down the ramp with a title slung on each shoulder, and a genuine smile on her face.
I crossed my arms, seemingly surprised at who was the one chosen to bring the titles out and narrowed my eyes at her as she entered the ring and waved to the people in the crowds… enjoying the sight and sound of those loyal to her.
The moment her music died down I took a step forward, "Who in the hell do you think you are trying to steal Legacy's spotlight?"
Trish, who had grabbed one before entering the ring, placed the microphone to her mouth, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to… 'steal your spotlight' or whatever, but I insisted on bringing these titles out to present them to you personally. After all, isn't that a job fitting for a guest host?" The crowd roared again, as I turned and shouted for them to shut up.
"No it's not! Your job is to stay in the back and pretend to actually be in charge. Who are you kidding, you aren't qualified for this job, you're nothing more than a has-been who's dying for a little attention," I walked forwards and yanked the belts out of her hand. "Now take a hike blondie," I demanded, as I turned around to hand each of the guy's one belt.
"I'm sorry I didn't know this was your ring," she said sarcastically.
I turned around to face her, "Of course you didn't. So why don't you allow me to catch you up. A lot has changed since you retired Trish. Once upon a time you walked about this place as if you owned it… well I'm not so sorry to inform you that that isn't the case anymore. You see this ring… it's ours… its Legacy's! And I'm," I pointed to myself, "the most dominant diva in the WWE."
I paused briefly and stopped right in front of her, "But of course you already knew that didn't you? I was always overshadowed by you and people didn't appreciate me like they should have… when well I kicked your ass every time we stepped into the ring together. In fact, I bet nothing's changed in that area."
Trish took a step forward resulting in me stepping back, "Is that a challenge?"
"It can be whatever you want it to be," I responded, repositioning myself between Ted and Cody.
"Well in that case, I mean since I'm guest host and all, why don't we have ourselves a little match. Normally I would suggest a one on one, but since you Legacy members have a history of interfering in one another's match, how about we make it a tag team match. Since Randy chose Ted to face John Cena, how about you and Cody team up, and I'll choose a superstar from the back," she suggested, a grin forming on her face.
I sneered, "You're on," I said confidently.
"Oh and Mickie I do recall me kicking your ass on more than one occasion… don't think tonight will be any different!" she sent a wink my way and turned around to leave as the crowd shouted their appreciation, but before she could do so, I executed a double axe handle knocking her to the ground before I stormed out of the ring with 'It's a new day' playing once more.
Trish struggled up and focused her eyes on us as we pointed and laughed down at her while making our way up the ramp. At the top we stopped, and hoisted our titles above our heads with me standing in the middle.
"You see this," I shouted, "I'm the number one diva!"
We entered into the backstage area as Raw, no doubt, went for a commercial break, and we headed back towards our locker room to get ready for tonight.
"I can't believe you hit Trish!" Ted exclaimed.
"Yeah how could you do such a thing?" Cody said dramatically.
I rolled my eyes, "Sports entertainment… people like drama! You two are hopeless… Trish is never going to be interested in either one of you!"
Ted scoffed, "You're just jealous because she's more interested in us."
"Yeah, come on we don't have room for negativity in our lives," Cody said as he and Ted both pushed on ahead, leaving me standing alone.
"You'll come crawling back," I shouted, "…guys, guys?" They didn't seem to be turning around, "Hey wait up," I called, rushing after them, "…me and Ted are supposed to do that, not you two!"
I finally got back to the locker room to find that Ted and Cody weren't there, but Randy was and he was on his cell phone. I couldn't hear what he was saying at first, but he seemed surprised by my sudden appearance.
"…I gotta go. Yeah okay, yeah, okay you too," and then he pulled the phone away from his ear and quickly hit the end button.
He looked at me hesitantly but didn't say a word.
I stared back at him for a few moments, "Okay what the hell?" I finally said. "You just made this whole room incredibly awkward and I've been in here a total of fifteen seconds. What's up with you?"
He shook his head as if coming back to reality and cleared his throat, "Nothing, sorry I'm just thinking about other things. Where's the other two?"
"I don't know, they abandoned me because they suck. Who was on the phone?" I enquired, as I rummaged through my tote for my ring attire.
"Oh no one… really. It's not important," he said quickly.
I rolled my eyes, "Randy I'm not a teenager, if you want to talk to Laura, go right ahead. I mean you're friends right?"
He was silent for a moment, "Yeah… friends. Sorry it's still weird to me considering everything… but never mind. Uh Mickie?"
I looked up to face him, "Yeah?"
He surveyed me for another couple seconds before shaking his head, "Nothing, it's not important. So I seen you take down Trish," he said with a grin.
I smiled back at him, "It was weird that's for sure, been a while since I've even been in the same ring with her. But man, you should have seen how the other two reacted once we got backstage. 'Oh my god, I can't believe you hit Trish'," I mimicked them. "They actually defended one another, and walked away leaving me alone by myself. Can you believe that?"
"Really?" he seemed surprised. "Don't you and Ted usually do that to Cody?" he chuckled. "I created a team with the three weirdest people."
"We may be weird, but our awesomeness more than makes up for that," I told him. "But I feel so betrayed; Ted is supposed to be my best, best friend… like what a disloyal ass!"
Randy merely shook his head in amusement as I grabbed my apparel and headed for the bathroom. By the time I was finished Ted and Cody were back, and were lounging on the sofa, Cody on his phone and Ted on his laptop.
"Where's Randy?" I asked, as I was folding the clothes I had just taken off.
"He went to–" Ted started.
"I'm not talking to you, Cody where's Randy?" I said coldly.
"What the–" he started again.
"Shut up Ted!" I said loudly.
He seemed taken aback as Cody fell into laughter before responding, "He went to clear his head. So what's your problem?"
"My problem is Ted's behaviour. Sure I would expect that kind of treatment from you, but from Ted, well I was surprised, and now I'm pissed!"
"What a surprise, you're probably pmsing," Ted muttered.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Keep talking, you're just digging yourself a bigger hole."
"Oh because that's putting the fear of god in me," he said sarcastically.
"Okay maybe you aren't frightened of god, but on a totally different subject Ted, you're really getting uglier by the second. You should go into the world records for that kind of disease."
Ted narrowed his eyes at me this time, "This is not over," he threatened before standing up and strolling towards the door to pull it open and storm away from the locker room.
Cody and I merely laughed in amusement at his behaviour as we both started to warm up for our match this evening. It was going to be Cody and I versus Trish and a partner that we didn't know about yet. And then after my match, I was going to accompany Randy to the ring in his match against Kofi Kingston which was the main event for tonight. Trish had decided that it was going to be a pick your poison tonight for John and Randy. The Viper had chosen John's opponent to be Ted, and we watched on as John crushed Ted in their match.
"Ready to win James?" Cody asked me as we stood near the gorilla position along with Ted who was, resentfully, waiting around with us until we headed out to the ring. I had a feeling he only asked to get under Ted's skin, and if that was the case it had worked.
"I'm always ready to win Cody Rhodes," I said confidently, sending a taunting wink in Ted's direction.
Finally 'It's a new day' sounded throughout the arena once again and Cody and I exited out onto the stage, looking as confident as ever, as we made our slow, arrogant like entrance to the ring.
After hoisting all our belts above our heads, Trish's music hit the speakers once again and the blonde Canadian strolled from the backstage area and down the ramp until she hit level ground again. She was presented with a microphone just as her music stopped playing, but the crowd continued to roar – happy to see their fellow Canadian once again.
"Thank you! But now it's time for me to introduce my partner for tonight. The three of you should be very familiar with him. I am pleased to introduce to you, my partner for tonight's match – the heartbreak kid, Shawn Michaels!"
The WWE Universe in attendance roared with excitement as 'Sexy Boy' started playing and HBK himself burst out onto the ramp with a huge grin on his face. Cody and I acted as if we were pissed off by the revelation as he made his way down the ramp. The both of us climbed out as Trish and Shawn entered the ring, and did their part in riling the crowd up.
The match went rather smoothly much to my delight, and I was just itching to get into the ring with Trish once again. After about ten minutes of Shawn and Cody going up against each other, they finally came in for the tag on both of us divas. I entered the ring first, but Trish only a moment later as the crowd shouted in anticipation.
I went for a clothesline but she did her signature MaTrish, and turned it into the handstand head scissors takedown. I scrambled to my feet only to have her hit a standing dropkick followed by a clothesline. She pulled me to her feet and Irish whipped me against the ropes and performed the Thesz press (or as she calls it the Air Canada) followed by various punches.
She got to her feet angrily and signalled the crowd who roared once gain, and I took my chance and jumping to my feet I knocked her to the ground, face first. I grabbed her by the hair and lifting her to her knees, I slammed her down again, planting her face into the mat. Seizing her hair once more, I helped her to her knees once again, and after accusing her of being a has-been, I slapped her swiftly across the face causing her to hit the ground again.
After she struggled to her feet and I made a show of taunting her, much to the crowd's disapproval and Cody's amusement, I performed a neck breaker followed by a pin to which she kicked out of. Still on the ground, I went to her level and placed her in a headlock. After a few moments she managed to wrap her legs around my neck causing me to break the hold and both of us to scramble quickly to our feet, and me to take her down once again with a dropkick of my own.
I grabbed her by her hair once again to pull her up and was going to slap her again, when she got her arm up to block it and dealt a sharp slap of her own. I stumbled backwards a bit as she tried to get the tag on an eager Shawn, but I managed to grab her arm once again and was going to Irish whip her, but she slapped me once again knocking me to the ground. When I staggered up, she hit another drop kick and moments later the both of us got the tags on our partners.
Shawn had quickly taken control and was riding a wave of momentum, until I hit him in the back of the head when he Irish whipped himself to the ropes. He staggered a bit and turned to see what the distraction had been, giving Cody an opening to take control once more. Trish, angry at my interference, jumped off the apron and made her way over to me. I jumped off the apron and ran around the ring as she chased me, only for her to run into Cody who had noticed what was happening and exited the ring. She stopped dead in her tracks and didn't see me come from behind him to shove her into the announce table, no doubt knocking the wind from her.
I planted her face on the announce table three times, and after she fell to the floor I climbed on top of her to deliver punches of my own. Standing up with a grin on my face, I turned back to survey what was going on in the ring. Seeing that Shawn was gaining momentum once more, I slid into the ring and ignoring the protests of the referee, I grabbed Shawn's arm and whirled him around to face me. I slapped his face, causing him to falter slightly. He took a step forwards but was interrupted by Cody who managed to perform Cross Rhodes quickly allowing for the ref to count three.
We exited the ring quickly, belts in hands, smiles on our faces as Trish slid into the ring to check on her partner. Both of them stood to their feet and glared back at us as we made our way up the ramp.
"Damn Mickie you sure have a vicious streak in you!" Cody exclaimed as we entered the backstage area.
I smiled, "That was all for the WWE Universe. They don't see those kinds of women's matches anymore, so I figured I would give them a special treat. Besides if anyone is cool with it, it's Trish."
"I just hope she's okay," he said, concern on his face.
"Cody your girlfriend isn't too happy with you right now, don't make things worse. Although, I wouldn't mind… I mean no offence but I hate your girlfriend right now."
"None taken, I'm not too happy with her myself. I need to talk to her, and I'm really sorry about what she said earlier," he said sympathetically.
"I don't want an apology from you, or her for that matter. I want an apology from her to you," I told him.
"Well from the looks of things that won't be happening," he sighed.
"Keep your head up man. Things will get worked out," I said confidently. I just wasn't sure if by worked out, I meant Eve will come around, or… they will end things. Whichever option, I only wanted what was best for Cody.
Twenty minutes later, I was back at the gorilla position waiting with Randy as Kofi made his entrance to the ring much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Only minutes prior, Trish had announced that if Kofi could win this match, he would be able to face the Miz for a US title shot at Hell in a Cell. Finally when Kofi's theme stopped playing there was a brief silence as the crowd got ready for the arrival of one of the most hated superstars in WWE history.
"How can you make people hate you so much?" I asked with a smile.
"With special skill," he said before 'Voices' started playing and we started forward to enter onto the ramp.
On-Air
The boos happened the moment they heard the familiar theme and they continued throughout the entire entrance, more prominent with Randy than with any other heel superstar in the back. Randy showed no hint of emotion other than that he was going to make his opponent hurt as much as he could. I, on the other hand, had a knowing and satisfied grin on my face, still happy about my win earlier.
Randy took control of the match early, until after about ten minutes Kofi started gaining momentum and fought hard to bring the control in his match back to him. After a few more minutes of Randy being unable to get the upper hand, I knew it was my time to show my part in this match. I ran around the ring, to grab the WWE title, and placing it unknowingly on the apron, I ran back around the ring to jump on the apron to distract the referee. Randy swiftly grabbed the title and the gold connected with Kofi's head a moment later as 'Voices' hit the speakers once again.
I slid into the ring, after grabbing the WWE title, and passing it to Randy I grasped his hand and raised it above his head as he was pronounced the winner of this match. But the celebration was cut short as Randy's music was cut off and replaced by our guest host's for tonight – Trish Stratus.
"Sorry to interrupt your celebration but this isn't happening. You Legacy members think you can get away with anything, but nuh uh, it isn't happening on my watch. I order this match to be restarted, and it will be a no DQ."
Randy and I both shouted our protests but we knew we had to listen to our guest host. I had to stop myself from smiling at the cleverness of my blonde diva friend. I exited the ring, taking the WWE title with me, as the bell sounded and both men restarted their match together. Randy took control early once again mostly due to the WWE title shot to Kofi. But after another few minutes the Ghanaian-American did his best at fighting back, and almost had control when the unsuspecting appearance of Miz, Kofi and him being in the middle of a feud, ran down the ramp and started to help Randy with taking down his opponent.
I allowed myself to enter the ring, and signalled for the other two guys to come out and help, looking smug about this turn of events. Finally Ted and Cody appeared on the ramp and came running down to the ring as each of the four guys took turns in taking shots on Kofi. All of a sudden the crowd roared as Shawn Michaels and Triple H came barrelling down the ramp and immediately set to work on the tag team champions. We still outnumbered them though as the five of us quickly took control until the crowd screamed with enthusiasm again as John Cena entered the ring and without delay set his sights on the WWE champion.
Not knowing where to start, and ignoring another shout of approval from the crowd, I hurried forwards towards Triple H and spun him around as he was beating on Ted, and I was about to deliver my hundredth slap for tonight, when someone caught my hand and when I turned around I found Trish standing in front of me.
A full out brawl had started in the ring, and all the faces had managed to throw the rest of us from the ring save for Randy. Ted and Cody kept trying to get back into the ring, but Shawn and Hunter kept them at bay as Kofi executed 'Trouble in Paradise' and picked up the win. Ted, Cody and I shouted insults at all those in the ring as Trish held Kofi's hand up, but soon after John had pulled Randy to his feet and performed the Attitude Adjustment on our fearless leader.
I ran around the ring, and grabbing Randy's leg I heaved to pull him out under the bottom rope and supported him over to the ramp area where Cody put Randy's other arm around his shoulder.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Trish shouted into the microphone. "I have a couple more announcements before my time as guest host is over. Ted and Cody, you'll be defending your tag team championships in three weeks against none other than Shawn Michaels and Triple H – Degeneration X in a tag team hell in a cell!"
"You Legacy girls think that last night was bad, just imagine how much worse things are going to get when you're stuck in a cage with Shawn and I, after screwing us over last night. Because trust me boys, you haven't seen anything yet! All the games are over, and I promise you that I am going to make your life inside that cage, just like the name, a living hell!" Triple H shouted into the mic. He was no longer the joking DX Triple H; he was the Game, the Cerebral Assassin.
"And this time, you won't have your little diva friend there to help you out. I'm counting down the days until we rightfully claim what should have been ours last night!" Shawn added, before passing the mic back to Trish.
"Oh and Randy, don't think I've forgotten about you. You'll be defending your WWE title at Hell in a Cell too, and your opponent," she paused for a moment and smiled, "John Cena!"
Trish's music played once again as me and the boys, stormed to the back, angered at the news we had just heard.
I smiled the moment we got to the back, "You got your ass kicked!" I sang to Randy, doing a victory dance.
"Aren't you supposed to be angry?" he glared at me.
"And as far as the WWE Universe knows, I am," I grinned back at him.
I looked over at Cody, whose attention seemed to be elsewhere. I followed his gaze and found him looking at his girlfriend who was standing a little ways away talking to Nikki and Brie. I think he realized I was looking at him, because he turned his attention on me.
"Go talk to her," I encouraged him. I wanted him to work this out with her, because I wanted him to be happy.
"I don't know… maybe I should give her some space," he muttered.
"Dude, the longer you wait, the worse it's going to get," Ted offered, gesturing for him to go talk to his girlfriend.
"Okay, I'll catch up with you guys later," he said, before strolling off in the direction of the diva I wasn't very fond of these days.
"Let's get back to the locker room," I suggested. "Need some help?" I asked Randy with a grin. "That attitude adjustment looked pretty nasty," I teased.
He glared at me once more, "I'm more than capable of getting there by myself."
I merely offered him a satisfied smile as I started forward to lead the way back. We only made it a few steps before I heard my name shouted from behind me.
"Hey Mickie! Mickie wait up," I turned around to find Trish strolling towards us, a smile on her face.
"You guys did well out there… I mean you played your parts well," she added as an after thought.
"Thanks, so what's up?" I enquired.
"I just wanted to make sure that you guys were still coming later. I'm thinking we will all meet there in an hour or so," she informed me.
"Yeah of course we're coming… wouldn't miss it for anything," Ted said enthusiastically.
I rolled my eyes playfully, "We'll be there," I told her.
"And what about you Randy?" she asked him with a smile.
"I'm quite sure the majority of your guests won't want me there," he said with a grin, as if he was proud of that fact.
"Don't play that game with me. It's a good thing it isn't their house then is it? Besides Ron is such a huge fan of all of you these days. So for that sake, I'm not taking no for an answer. You better be there Orton," she threatened playfully.
"We'll see," he responded.
She chuckled, "Okay so I don't know if you heard, but we moved into a new house last year. So I'll just give you directions to my new place and then I'll see you in a bit."
After she told us all the best way to make it to her home, she was off and we were once again making our way to our locker room. After the two guys took a quick shower, and by the time I was exiting the bathroom after having taken my own and gotten dressed, Cody was walking in the door.
"Cody what happened?" I asked. I could tell by his expression that he was upset about something.
He looked up at us, appearing to have not taken note that we were in the room. "Oh nothing," he said quietly, slumping down onto the sofa.
I took a seat beside him as Ted took a seat on the other side and Randy sat forward on the next sofa, awaiting his response.
"Cody, come on, tell us. What happened?" Ted asked again.
"We broke up," he said after a brief moment of silence.
My eyes widened, "She broke up with you! How could she do that? You did nothing wrong in all of this! I am so going to kick her ass!" I shouted, attempting to stand to my feet.
"I broke up with her," he said quickly, stopping me in my tracks.
"Okay… what?" I shook my head as if doing so would bring light to this situation. I looked at both Randy and Ted, and they seemed just as surprised at this turn of events as I was.
"She won't realize how wrong she's been this entire time. And all the things she's said about and to you," he looked up at me, "it's unreasonable and ridiculous. I can't be with someone who would stoop that low, and try and use your history and mistakes, that don't concern her, against you. So I told her that I was ending it. And of course she tried to blame you for it. That the reason I was breaking up with her was because you had somehow convinced me to do so." Randy scoffed at this as Cody continued, "Anyway, I guess that's when I knew I had made the right decision. Maybe we weren't right for each other at all. Every relationship is easy at first, that's just why it seemed so perfect."
I sat down again and chanced a look at Randy. We were living proof that relationships were ideal at first, but had the potential to go wrong at any moment.
I placed my hand on his back and rubbed it, "I can't say whether or not you made the right decision, but I do know that you deserve a girlfriend who understands you and supports you when you need it the most."
"I agree, and you may be hurting right now, but in time you will be able to love again," Ted offered.
Cody and I both looked up at Ted and when I looked over; I noticed Randy was doing the same. The three of us were surprised at those words coming out of his mouth.
"What?" he asked surprised at the sudden attention on him.
"Dude, Mickie is supposed to say things like that. You and I are supposed to sit here and be a silent support system," Randy said in a disapproving tone.
"Yeah really," Cody said, "I would prefer that much more. So thank you Randy for not being a chick."
"Oh and I'm supposed to be made a fool of because I have a way with words?" Ted said, clearly insulted.
"A way with words? I would hardly go that far… it's more or less once in awhile you stumble across the right thing to say, and even then it's not that often," I told him as the other two nodded in agreement.
"Whatever, you guys suck! It's not my turn to be picked on this week," Ted pouted.
"Ted you make it your turn every day of the week," Cody said.
"Anyway, are you going to be okay?" I asked him as I grasped his hand in comfort.
He was silent for a moment before looking up at all of us in turn, "Yeah of course, I mean… its bro's over ho's right?" he said with a grin.
"Hell yeah!" Ted shouted with enthusiasm.
"But I'm not a–" I started but stopped myself as they all turned to look at me, "yes, yes you're right," I said proudly as the other three laughed in agreement.
These guys were my second family, and I loved them so much. I wasn't a girlfriend, or even considered a hook-up regardless of the set-up with Randy, but I was part of the family known as Legacy and I was proud of it.
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So Survivor Series is in a few days! Any ideas on what you think will happen? John claimed he is calling it down the middle… but he could pull a fast one on us and screw Randy over, and reveal he's the big leader of the Nexus. Or he could surprise us and actually call it down the middle. Who knows?
Nattie will win I think… or hopefully anyway.
I don't think Ted will win the US title, but maybe it will create a feud between the two leading to him winning it eventually. I kind of hope Kane retains (even though I love Edge), just because Kane deserves the title a lot (this being his second, but only credible reign), and he's done such a good job so far.
I don't care all that much for the tag title match… or the Smackdown traditional survivor series elimination match. I just wish they would have taken the time to build it up more than it was. And I wish Raw had one too… but how many elimination matches can they have in such a short period of time?
So the 13th was the five year anniversary of Eddie Guerrero's death… I still miss him and think about him often. There will only ever be one Eddie. RIP Eddie!