'Randy, I want you to meet someone.'

Randy turned to look at Trish who was waving at him. His gaze then set on a familiar brunette. Mickie. His ex-wife. The person who had been out of his life for over three years. The person who still haunted his dreams at night. He held his breath as he watched Trish and Mickie walk slowly towards him.

Trish was oblivious to the tension between them and gestured her hand towards Mickie. 'Randy, meet Mickie James. Mickie, meet Randy Orton.' The blonde moved her hand towards Randy.

Mickie stuck out her hand. 'Hi,' she mumbled quietly.

Randy shook her hand, his gaze never leaving hers. 'Hi.'

'Mickie is the newest Raw diva,' Trish explained. 'She was fantastic tonight.' Trish looked at Mickie, grinning.

Randy nodded. 'I saw your match. You were great,' he said honestly, his blue orbs meeting Mickie's brown ones.

'Thanks,' Mickie replied half-heartedly and gave him a slight smile—the smile that she used when she had to put up with an uncomfortable conversation. Randy flinched inwardly. Though their relationship had ended on a bad note, he hoped that they could be civil towards each other and have a normal, decent conversation.

'Well, I have to go and change. You two stay and get to know each other.' Trish patted Mickie on the back and gave her a wink before leaving.

If things were not so uncomfortable, Randy would have laughed at that ironic statement. He rubbed the back of his head and shifted his foot. 'So…'

Mickie looked down at the ground. 'So…'

Randy sighed. This was not going well. 'How have you been?' It was a lame question but he could not think of anything else to say.

'Fine. You?' She looked up at him.

'Good. I didn't know you were interested in the WWE.'

Mickie tucked her brown locks behind her ear. 'It turns out that TNA wasn't the best option after all.'

At that moment, he could have said 'I told you so' but he knew it would only drive a further wedge between them. Secondly, he did not want to play the role of vindictive ex-husband. So he opted for the safe route. 'I'm sorry to hear that.'

She looked into his eyes, searching and prodding. He knew she was seeing if he was truly sympathetic or if he was being sarcastic. It hurt him that she did not trust him. Finally she crossed her arms across her chest and said, 'well, it wasn't a total loss. I had some good experiences down in Florida and made a lot of friends.' She gave him a small smile.

He nodded. 'That's good. I guess you made the right choice when you chose it over-' He stopped himself before he could say 'our marriage.' But it was too late. She cast her eyes to the floor and he knew she was hurt. 'I didn't mean…' he began.

Mickie shook her head. 'No, it's okay. I guess I deserved that. But Randy, if you expect me to apologize for going to TNA, I won't. I needed to break out on my own instead of being Miss Randy Orton. I needed to live my dream and I couldn't have done that if I was with you on the road.'

He frowned, feeling hurt at her statement. Was she saying that he inhibited her from accomplishing her dream? 'So you're saying that I held you back.' It was more of a statement than a question.

Mickie shook her head. 'You didn't but the circumstances did. And I had to change that. But Randy, I never wanted to leave you. I didn't want "us" to change. The biggest regret was not going to TNA, but how our marriage ended.'

Randy clenched his fists angrily. 'But we did change, Mickie. TNA drove us apart!'

She looked down and sighed, shaking her head. 'You still don't get it, Randy. TNA didn't drive us apart, you did. Your pride and ego were your downfall; if only we could have compromised.'

Before he could reply, a backstage worker yelled that his match against Cena was next. He turned to face her. 'I guess I'll see you around,' he said coldly before walking away.

Mickie watched her ex-husband walk towards the arena, where the crowd was in their seats, anticipating the upcoming match. It was funny. Every time, she and Randy had an argument, he always walked away. She should have been used to it by now, but it still hurt.

Looking down, she realized that she still had her wrestling gear on. She strolled back into the women's locker room and pulled her locker door open roughly.

Trish closed her locker and zipped up her gym bag. She must have noticed Mickie's unhappiness as she looked at the new diva worriedly. 'What's wrong, Mickie?'

Mickie gave the blonde diva a small smile, not wanting to divulge her whole personal life to someone she had just met. 'It's nothing. I'm just a little tired, that's all,' she lied.

Trish looked at her doubtfully but she just nodded. 'If you say so.' Trish put a hand on the brunette's slender shoulder. 'Listen, if you need to talk, I'm here.'

Mickie gave her a nod, grateful to meet a new friend on her first day. 'Thanks, Trish.'

Trish grabbed her gym bag and left the room with the sound of the door closing leaving an echo.

Mickie changed into her regular clothes of jeans and a tank top and closed her locker. She slung her duffel bag over her shoulder. She knew she could leave since her match was already over, but she did not want to…yet. Instead, she walked over to where the TV was and pressed the 'power' button.

Randy was in the middle of his match against John Cena. He had Cena in a side headlock takeover, with Cena struggling to get up. Randy then threw Cena against the ropes and as Cena bounced back, hit him with his elbow. Cena hit the mat and an 'ooohhh' erupted from the crowd. A small smile cracked on Mickie's face. Randy always had potential and he had improved immensely from the last time she had saw him. Randy proceeded to kick Cena as the Doctor of Thuganomics held onto the ropes with one hand. When Randy was about to punch John, the 28 year old kicked him in the mid section and slapped his face. The crowd cheered as their favorite made a 'comeback.' But their happiness was cut short when Randy poked Cena's eye with his thumb and executed a neck breaker, which had Cena on the mat, holding his neck painfully. Randy bent down and lifted Cena's leg for the pin, but only received a two count before Cena kicked out. The Legend Killer then implemented a sleeper hold on the fallen champ. John sold the move and within a minute, his arms were limping and his eyes drooped. Cena slowly stood up and gave Randy a swift punch in the gut. After a couple of punches, Randy released Cena who bounced off of the ropes and got hit with a vertical leap kick by the Legend Killer. Randy went to pin Cena again but only received a one count from the referee. He pulled Cena up by the hair and was about to punch the WWE champion but John quickly pushed Randy against the ropes and gave him a clothesline, which sent Randy to the mat. Cena raised his arm up to signal that he was about to execute the five knuckle shuffle and the crowd roared in excitement. He bent down towards Randy and waved his hand in front of the Legend Killer's face. The Champ ran towards the ropes, bounced against them, and dropped his fist near Randy's head, which caused him to sit up in pain. Cena raised his arms up and pumped up his Reeboks. Randy, still dazed from the five knuckle shuffle, turned around and was hoisted on top of Cena's shoulders. The crowd cheered loudly as Cena implemented the FU and got the win.

During her time in TNA, she kept up with Raw and Smackdown. She knew how popular John Cena was, how he attracted women and children to the shows. She knew his merchandise sold like hotcakes and he was the 'savior' to the declining WWE ever since The Rock and Austin departed the company. But if she were to be honest, she did not find herself impressed with The Champ. His skills were not on par with other top guys such as Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Kurt Angle, and even her ex-husband. In fact, she found him a little uncoordinated and clumsy. She also found his rapper gimmick to be stale and corny. If she saw him on the street, she would think he was an Eminem/Vanilla Ice wannabe. Of course, she would never say any of this to his face as she does want to ruffle anyone's feathers, especially since she was a rookie.

She grabbed her gym bag and headed out of the locker room and down the hall. She got out of the arena and felt a gust of wind blow through her hair. She shivered and mentally scolded herself for leaving her jacket back at the hotel room. She pulled out her phone to call for a car but saw that it ran out of battery. 'Damn it,' she cursed in irritation. How the hell was she going to get back to the hotel now?

'You need a ride?'

Mickie turned towards the direction of the voice. John Cena stood next to her in his black Cena T-shirt and jean shorts, a black duffel bag hanging off of his shoulder. A camouflage cap covered his head and he smiled at her. Mickie scanned the parking lot and looked down at her phone. She knew she could not get a ride in the next hour and finally gave John a small smile. 'If you don't mind.'

John grinned and tipped his hat. 'Not at all. I'm always happy to help a beautiful lady. My car's over there.' He pointed to a black Ford Mustang.

Mickie raised an eyebrow. Top superstars sure lived a luxurious lifestyle. 'Nice,' she murmured softly.

Cena grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. 'It's alright,' he said modestly.

'I'll settle for alright,' Mickie muttered and followed him to his car. John unlocked the doors and walked over to where she was standing. He opened the door so she could climb in.

'Hop in,' he said, gesturing his hand toward the open door.

'Thanks,' Mickie replied with a slight nod and climbed into the Mustang. As she waited for Cena to get into the driver's seat, she turned to the side and saw Randy with an attractive blonde in his car.

'Are you ready?'

Mickie turned her attention towards John and nodded. She buckled her seatbelt and leaned back against the leather seat. 'Let's go,' she said and closed her eyes, the roar of the engine filling her ears.