Here is Chapter four.

Anaheim California

October 31 2005

Trish and I just left Vince McMahon's office so we could go over the scripts for tonights show.

"It's Halloween so who knows what kind of costumes will they be having the females wear." Trish replied to herself. I turned to face Trish. "What do you mean?" I asked. "They have us compete in costume contests every Halloween."

We made to the locker room and took a seat and skipped over to the Halloween contest. The contest will feature Victoria, Candice Michelle, Maria, Ashley, Trish, and surprisingly me.

"I can't believe I'm going to be in the contest!'' I replied excitedly. "Wow! Really?" she wondered. "Yeah." i said.

"Well let's see what our costumes will be." I said. Victoria is gonna dress up as a baseball player. Candice is going to be Cat Woman. Maria is gonna be an angel. Ashley is gonna be an angel too, well, a dark angel. Trish is gonna dress up as Wonder Woman. And I'm going to dress up as... My eyes went wide. Did I read that correctly?

They're having me dressed as... Trish Stratus?

"Oh my god!" I looked up and see Trish looking back at me, looking shocked. "You saw it too?" I asked. "You're gonna be dressed up as me for the contest." Trish replied.

"I know. I can't believe it myself." I said.

Some time went by before we received our costumes. "Let's see your Wonder Woman outfit." I said. "Okay." She came back out a few minutes later and I was in awe. "WOW! You look amazing!" I replied. "You really think so?" she asked. "Yeah. The fans will go crazy." I said.

"Okay. You're turn." she said. "I don't know. Don't you think it'd be weird for you to see me dressed up as you?" I asked. "It's not that big of a deal." she assured.

"Okay." I walked into the bathroom to change. I put on the outfit and I had to admit the material feels a little weird against my skin. I don't know how Trish is able to move in this as well as she does.

After putting the blonde wig on, I looked at myself in the mirror. And wow. Just... Wow. I look exactly like Trish Stratus.

"Come on Mickie. Let me see." Trish called out. I took a deep breath, and stepped out, and Trish's jaw dropped. "How do I look?" I asked.

"You look like a younger version of me." she replied. I gave her a smile. "Really?" "Yeah. Most definitely." she said.

Two hours later

I'm standing backstage with Trish, as we waited to head out to the ring for the costume contest. And to be honest I'm a little nervous. I don't know what the fans will think of me dressed up as Trish.

As Candice was halfway down the ramp I was told I was heading out next. I picked up my fake title belt, which looked like something a kindergarten student made. Not saying its bad. If it was made by a kindergartener, then good for creativity.

I stepped out, and held up my belt, and I was surprised to hear a lot of cheers. I even saw some thumbs up. I then walked towards the ring with confidence.

After Victoria and Trish came out Jerry Lawler walked up to me. "I see what all the other girls are dressed as. But you... you dressed, you look like Trish Stratus." "I am!" I replied.

Jerry Lawler talks about how good Ashley and Maria's angel outfits were. And they seemed to get a lot of reaction. But as he got to Candice's outfit, I took the mic out of his hand and said "No. Don't cheer for them. Cheer for Trish. She should be the winner."

Then Victoria comes towards me and tells me to calm down. Then I hit her with my fake championship, and a brawl ensues. It all ends with Trish Stratus hitting Victoria with her signature Chick Kick.

Me, Trish, Ashley and Maria all stood in the ring victorious.

Later

"That was awesome!" Ashley replied as the three of us are at catering. "Yeah. The Chick Kick you gave Victoria. You nearly kicked her head off." I said.

"Hey ladies." All three of us up to see John Cena. "Mickie." he greeted. I stood up. I could feel myself blushing. "Saw the costume contest. And I have to say I thought your Trish outfit was H.O.T. hot!" I couldn't help but smile.

"Can I say something?" he asked. "What is it?" "I believe you would've won." my eyes went wide. "Really? Well I don't know about that." I replied confidently.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. My heart was racing. "Believe me. You truly would've won." he said softly.

My heart was pounding really hard. I didn't know what to say. "Shit! I got to head out there for my match against Shawn Michaels. I'll see you later." he said before leaving.

I sat there frozen, not knowing what to say. I then looked over at Trish and Ashely grinning at me, then at each other.

I gave them a confused look. "What?"

"Looks like someone has a crush on The Champ." Ashley said.

"What? No I don't!" I shot back. Then I let out a sigh. "Okay. Maybe a little." I said. "A little? Seems more than a little." Trish teased.

I didn't say anything. "Come on. Why don't you ask him out?" Trish says. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." "Come on. He obviously likes you." Ashley replied. "You really think so?" I asked.

"The way he talks to you and looks at you, there's no way he does not like you." Ashely added. I gave them a small smile. "You know what? Maybe I will." I said.

Trish gave me a light bump on the shoulder. "That's the spirit Mickie." she said. "Well me and Ash are gonna turn in early." Trish said as she and Ashley got up.

"I think I'm gonna stay and watch John's match." I said. They grinned at each other again before leaving.

The match was pretty good. Seeing John perform really turns me on. The match ended up in a no contest after Kurt Angle came out and attacked both John and Shawn.

At one point John looked to hit Kurt with the FU, but ended up taking a sweet chin music from Shawn. Seeing that really made me cringe in pain. I hoped it wasn't anything serious.

I headed towards the women's locker room to get my stuff. But as I went inside, I saw Torrie Wilson, hand on her hips, not looking happy. In fact. I think she looked pissed.

"You just don't know when to quit do you?" she said getting close. "Do you need another lesson on how to not flirt with my boyfriend?"

This time I was not gonna be afraid. I got up in her face. "I'm not gonna let you or your friends push me around anymore." "And I know he's not your boyfriend. And besides, it's not my fault that he finds me attractive."

Once I said that she slapped me. And before we knew it we were grabbing each others hair, and scratching and punching each other. We ended up in the hallway. I had Torrie pinned to a wall, until I felt someone grab my hair and pulled me.

It was Candice. I was thrown to the ground, and I ended up getting kicked. ''GET AWAY FROM HER!'' I heard someone shout. It wasn't John Cena. It was Adam Copeland aka Edge.

Before I could react both Torrie and Candice started running away, and I saw Amy Dumas aka Lita chasing them. "Yeah. You better run!" she added.

Both she and Adam helped me to my feet. "You okay?" Adam asked me. "Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks." I greeted. "It's no problem. We hate seeing someone getting ganged up on." Amy said.

Even though I know they're heels on screen, off screen they're really good people.

"What was that all about?" she then asked. "It's nothing. Just a misunderstanding." I said. They looked at each other, then Adam said "We're gonna get a drink. You want to join us?"

I was beaming with joy, but then I had a hint of fear. What if Torrie is hearing our conversation right now? "I'd love to, but I think I need to go back to my hotel room and go to bed." I said.

"We can drop you off on the way if you want." Adam offered. "Sure. I could use a ride." I said.

That was chapter four. Let me know what you think.