Here's a John Cena-Mickie James story.
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Raw October 10 2005
American Bank Center
Corpus Christi Texas
I'm sitting in the women's locker room. My heart still beating. My mind was still reeling after I had ran out to the ring and 'saved' Trish Stratus from Victoria. And then I got so nervous I nearly stumbled over my lines while I was introducing myself to her and her friend Ashley Massaro.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a red top and white skirt along with white boots. And I'm wondering if the outfit was a bit too revealing. Especially since there are a lot of kids that are watching on TV or are in the arena.
Are they really going to have me wrestling in short skirts?
I didn't come to the WWE to look sexy in front of the fans. I came here to compete and be one of the greatest women's wrestlers of all time.
But I'm afraid of saying something to Vince, possibly risking getting myself fired, and having my dreams crumbled after all the hard work just to get here be all for nothing.
I'll just have to tough it up and get through it.
I stripped out of my outfit and walked in the shower. About ten minutes later I dried myself and put on a plain tee shirt and jeans.
After I packed up my stuff into a duffle bag opened the door to leave the locker room. I only took a couple of steps before I bumped into something. Or should I say someone.
I looked up and I couldn't believe my eyes. I was looking up at 'The Champ' himself, John Cena, the man I've had a crush on while he was on Smackdown. My god he's even hotter in person. I thought to myself.
Then I looked down and I had a horrified look on my face in embarrassment as I saw his shirt was soaked from his drink.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was going." I replied real quickly. "It's okay. Accidents like this happen." he replied calmly. I let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Hey. You're Mickie James aren't you? The new lady?" he asked me. My eyes went wide. 'How does he know my name?' I wonder. "Yeah." was all I could say.
"I saw you on tv while I was preparing for my handicap match." "And I have to say, I'm impressed." he says. Wow. I can't believe he said that.
I felt my cheeks heating up. "Wow. Hearing that from you really means a lot. Especially since I am a really big fan of your's." I said.
He gave me his signature smile, which made my heart melt. "So what is your character like?" he asked. "Well they're protraying me as an obsessed fan of Trish Stratus's. They said they would take it week by week. And see what works and what doesn't." I said.
"Well I believe you have a bright future here in the WWE." he says. Hearing him say that actually makes me feel hopeful. "Well I better go. Maybe we can hangout sometime." he placed a hand on my arm, sending bolts of electricity all over my body.
"That would be nice." I replied softly, blushing. That was all I could think of to say.
After he left I stood there for several moments deep in my thoughts before I took some deep breaths. 'You need to relax.' I said to myself. 'Maybe he just wants to hangout as friends.'
I exited the building and wonder what the future held.
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