This next chapter is done by Mikki. Enjoy and happy reading! Please make your comments! Thank you lots!

Ashley

I've been called a lot of names before in my wrestling career and some of them are nice but some of them are bad too. People sometimes call me a punk poser, a Lita wannabe and more but to everyone backstage I'm simply known as Ashley. I came to work for world wrestling entertainment by winning the Raw diva search and whilst I have never been the women's champion I am still happy to go out there and perform in front of the thousands of fans each week on Smackdown.

So before I say anymore I thought I might tell you a bit about my family, just in case you would like to know that is. Well back in my town my last name Massaro is generally well known for amateur wrestling. My brother, my father and my uncle all wrestled so when I joined the WWE they were so proud of me for making it to this point. There isn't much to my family that you would find amazing but we are all really close so whenever I get the chance to go home, I tell them all about my week and what's on my schedule. It is just great to see the looks on their faces and I'm happy when they tell me how incredibly proud of me they are. How happy they are that I have got a job, a great job may I add as a wwe diva.

Now that you know a bit about my family I'll get back to the other parts of this starting with the draft lottery. Since I hadn't really been involved in one before and due to the fact that it was my first one, I found the scenario interesting. I could sense that other superstars were worried about possible switches on the roster but I didn't really mind where I ended up I suppose. Smackdown was great, my time on Raw was amazing as I got the chance to team up with Trish Stratus and ECW…well I didn't know much about that brand. But something else happened on that Monday evening and looking back I was happy that it happened but on the night, I was annoyed to say the least.

Randy Orton happened. He truly is a great guy and I love spending time with him but before that, I couldn't stand him and most of the superstars knew that. Of course he thought I was weird for not liking him or for thinking that he was not god's gift to women…

Well I won't keep you any longer so here goes. Back to the interesting and annoying night of the draft lottery…

I was just walking around the corridors of the Raw arena with one of my closest friends and former women's champion Mickie James. We weren't discussing anything too important when the subject of the draft lottery involving all three rosters in the wwe came up, prompting in depth conversation about it. I could tell the brunette was worried about it which was unlike me; I was probably the only one who didn't mind it taking place. I suppose I had mixed reactions, both excited but nervous.

One thing was for sure. Everyone around me was nervous and I couldn't blame them. It's true that you don't know what's going to happen but I suppose that was some excitement to me, the fear of dread for anyone else. I think I even saw Torrie Wilson chewing on her fake nails in worry.

"Well think of it as a good thing," I shrugged towards her. "It may turn out that I may come to Raw and we can spend more time together or you could come to Smackdown or something. There are so many possibilities."

"Exactly."

"Oh come on Mickie. You can't say there isn't a little bit of excitement deep down inside, can you?"

"I'm not sure…maybe I feel it a little."

"That's more like it Micks."

As we turned the corner, I could hear the deep voices of the men and I could make them out clearly as we walked closer. The door was ajar and I could see them in John Cena's personal locker room. The wwe champion of course with Randy Orton, the self proclaimed legend killer…great.

"One second. I just need to wish John luck."

I grabbed Mickie's arm as she went to walk past and pulled her back so she was facing me.

"But I don't want to stand out here on my own," I whined.

"So don't stand out here on your own," she whispered to me. "Come in with me."

By now, I was whispering to her.

"That would mean I would have to talk to him and you know we don't like each other."

All Mickie did was roll her eyes and then knock on the door which left me to silently whimper to myself.

"Come in."

I heard the talking stop and I rolled my eyes. I could just imagine Randy's face when the two of us walking into the room. And I was right! He was sitting there with a smirk on his face although there was something a little different about him this evening. He was not so happy about things by the looks of it which was understandable anyway considering the draft lottery. The legend killer was sitting on the locker room bench and I could tell he was trying to avoid me but failing.

I respected him as a wrestler there was no doubt about that but it was him as a person that was the problem. We never got along anyway.

"Ashley."

"Randy," I had replied in the same sarcastic tone. "Before you say something, I am only in here because Mickie wants to talk to John."

"Why don't you get over yourself?"

"Maybe you should ask yourself that question because unlike you, I'm not that cocky about myself."

He didn't reply but simply rolled his eyes which made me click my tongue in anger and then turn to Mickie. They seemed to be in a conversation about something they were both interested in which made me feel annoyed since it meant I would have to wait for the two to finish.

So I took a seat. It wasn't far away from Randy's and I could just tell what he was going to say. He was that predictable to me now.

"I knew you liked me."

I simply ignored him and fought the urge to roll my eyes as I took out my ipod. I flicked my dirty blonde hair back so it rested on my shoulders before sticking my headphones into my ears and pressing play on the button pad. Soon enough loud music was heard through the speakers and although I wanted to block Randy's voice out, I could still hear him since the sound volume wasn't on high.

"Who are you listening to?"

"Why do you care what I am listening to?"

"I don't. I'm just asking to pass the time so I can get back to talking to John about stuff."

"Well don't talk and put your attention on something else because I don't want to talk to you."

It may have been childish to say that to him but it worked. I looked at Mickie with pleading eyes and she turned back to the wwe champion with a small smile before giving him a hug. I stood up happily when she started heading for the door but before I went I heard Randy say once again,

"Ashley."

So of course I replied with,

"Randy."

Once I was on my way back to the women's locker room with Mickie, my excitement and interest had increased a little. It was nearly time for the draft lottery to take place.

And just as soon as the show had started, it had ended. The draft lottery had happened.