Chapter Six: Ignorance Is Bliss.

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"Just…please, do not let this happen again." The general manager – Vickie Guerrero – lifted from her lap a cell phone that had been very much familiar to Randy. As the legend killer launched his arm out to grab the phone, she then quickly pulled the phone away from his reach. "Clear, Randy?"

"Crystal." He retorted back to her before she then handed him his phone. Randy quickly grabbed it then attempted to turn away before hearing a screeching voice stopping him in his footsteps.

"And Randy," Vickie began, "you're welcome." She reminded him, but Randy didn't need the reminder and with that he only groaned under his breathe and rushed his way out of her office.

Once the door was closed behind him, he groaned only louder.

He had been so angry at himself for being as careless as he was last Monday night. He hadn't barged into John's locker room and attacked him so brutally just to leave his own evidence behind. He was sure that he had left his phone somewhat in the parking lot not in John's locker room – that was the last place he wanted it.

Though it did pay off that Vickie of all people had been the manager of Raw. The phone had been found by a crew member cleaning up the locker rooms after the show. Randy hadn't known why a crew member would randomly pick up a cell phone like they had – but they did and then handed it over to Vickie when seeing that it was Randy's.

But Vickie hadn't liked John. That was pretty much the obvious and that helped Randy moments earlier to stay out of trouble. Had it been anyone else than Randy probably would've had to pay the consequences.

As he glared down the hall, he noticed a familiar petite frame heading his way. She wore a mask of concern which instantly caused Randy's brow to arch before she soon stopped in front of him with her arms planted against her chest.

"Hey," she quietly began, "did you hear about what happened to John?" Randy only simply shrugged his shoulders.

"…Word is they found him in the shower of his locker room after the show was over. He was completely unconscious and bruised from almost head to toe. His locker room was completely trashed and…"a sigh emerged through Mickie's lips as she could barely even continue.

Randy gently rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah that sucks." He retorted back. "I should uh, start getting ready for my match-"

As he took a step forward, "Um, Randy…" the brunette voiced out, causing him to slightly turn to face her. "I never took the chance to thank you. You know, for last Monday night: the ride back to my hotel room, you helping me out in the parking lot with Dolph. I just, I just wanted to thank you. So, thank you."

This odd feeling of guilt starting flooding through Randy as he glared down toward his wrestling boots. "It was just an odd event of coincidences last night. I mean, I wasn't really looking to help anyone out or anything…"

"But you did help me out, a lot."

He shrugged his shoulders and only nodded his head slowly. "I have to go, I have a match." He announced and this time more quickly made his way around her. Mickie chewed down on her lips as she watched him leave.

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Here he was: quickly pushing his way through all of the crew members who crowded the halls as he raced his way to his locker room. He had wanted nothing more now than to be alone. One word: alone. That was all he needed and then he would make it through the rest of the three hours.

Forcefully, he pushed opened the door of Legacy's locker room only to find the other two members already in the room. Cody had been sitting on top of one of the chairs whilst Ted had been standing beside the chair with a water bottle in hand.

Randy slightly sighed. He refused to say anything to the other two and only removed his black t-shirt. He had a match later tonight and he promised himself that his match would be all that was on his mind for the rest of the night.

"What's biting you?" Cody asked after he noticed Randy enter without saying a word – not to mention his face made it easy to tell something hadn't been right – Randy only simply shook his head.

"Are you alright, Randy?" Ted asked with a bit of concern as Randy tossed his t-shirt toward an empty corner of the room.

Randy sighed as he reached for a water bottle that was inside of his locker and took a long sip of the water. He needed something to drain his thoughts. Water didn't really help much, but it was all that he had.

"Look, I hate to break it to you…but Ted and I know what's biting at you." Cody had begun – instantly, Randy quickly turned toward the two with a confused look. How could they have known? He hadn't even been obvious about it. He covered up everything he did that involved her. How did they know? Cody nodded his head in confirm. "Yep, we know. Ziggler told us."

I'll kill him, instantly Randy thought to himself as he grunted under his breath.

Ted noticed Randy hadn't instantly responded, causing Ted's brow to arch. "So…what did she say?"

Randy now looked even more puzzled. How did they know that he was even meeting with her? He hadn't even known. He just ran into her backstage – and he didn't even count that as much of a meeting being that he bailed out of it only a few minutes into the convo.

Randy bit down on his lip. It wasn't that anything was going on with him and the brunette, but he always felt like they had "something" going on that he had to hide from others. If they found out about how the reason that he had asked for their help to attack John, then he knew they just wouldn't think the same of him. They would think he was so vulnerable to her.

"C'mon Randy! What did Vickie say?" Cody exclaimed impatiently.

Randy's eyes slightly widened as he heard the word Vickie – he wondered if it was really Mickie, not Vickie. But he heard the "V" perfectly well. Now he hadn't a clue of what the two were talking about. So he only stood there confused. "About…?"

Ted shifted a short eye roll toward the question of Randy's that he found to be ridiculous. "About John, Randy. Are we even on the same planet anymore?"

Randy now had shifted an eye roll of his own. "Oh, that." He said carelessly as he closed his locker door. "…She wasn't upset." Simply Randy told them.

"She wasn't…what? Did you just say she wasn't upset, or…?" Cody asked back, puzzled.

"Yes. She wasn't upset." He repeated, shifted another eye roll. "Is that so hard to believe?" Both the men glanced toward each other before then looking toward Randy and nodded both their heads at the same time. Randy slightly smirked. "I guess I'm better than I thought then."

"Uh yeah, I'd say so!" Ted yelled out, partially in jealousy that Randy could just do what he had done to John – without Vickie even knowing Cody and Ted had anything to do with it also – without even a slap on the wrist. "Seriously, be honest. There must've been some sort of catch to all of this then right?"

Randy shook his head. "No catch at all, actually. I'm just her favorite superstar, what do you expect?"

Ted shook his head as he threw his hands up in disgust. "Okay. Now that was just gross. Please, don't even share with me what you meant by that." Ted slowly backed away from the two as he headed toward the shower, leaving Cody and Randy to quietly cackle as Randy stepped toward where Cody had been sitting.

"Hey." Randy spoke toward Cody as he patted him on his shoulder. "What's on?"

Cody pointed toward the screen with a small smirk. "Divas' match." Was all that needed to be said before Randy quietly cackled – it amused him how much excitement Cody had received from these divas matches. Though Randy had been there too, back in his Evolution days.

"Interesting." Randy said as he saw a familiar looking blonde walking down the ramp.

Cody shook his head as he saw Kelly before another music then filled the arena. "Melina, eh?" A small smiled formed on Cody's lips as he nudged Randy in his gut. Randy only gestured a short eye roll. It hadn't been that she wasn't his type, she just wasn't his type. She actually was a close friend of his before – which made it hard for him to see her any other way than as friends – but he drifted apart from her, eventually.

Randy stared toward the screen and noticed a tiny, hyper brunette making her way down the ramp. Quickly Randy rubbed the back of his neck – he didn't want Cody to make any comment about Mickie, at all so he quickly began a conversation.

"What is this all for, anyway? Why are they having these Smackdown Divas here at Raw?" Randy asked.

Cody glanced up toward him. "Hello, it's for the draft pick." Cody answered him. "Chances are that we're either losing a diva or gaining one. That's my best guess, anyway."

Randy shrugged his shoulders. "That's…great, I guess."

"Yeah, it is." Cody stated as the match had began. "I mean think about it – we could have Maryse on Raw." Randy slightly laughed toward the new expression that was on Cody's face. "Or think about this, Melina could go to Smackdown. Hey, even Mickie could go to Smackdown. Now, I know that would make you happy."

Randy's brow slightly arched. "Why would that make me happy?"

"I don't know. Ted said that you weren't really too kind to her last night. So, I assumed you two were on bad terms?"

"No, we're not." Randy scoffed. "I was just toying around with her head. I wasn't being serious." The self proclaimed legend then gestured a short eye roll. "Besides, when exactly did Ted share this with you?"

"A few nights ago." Cody said uneasily. "Is there something I should know?" Randy's brow arched up, clueless to what Cody had been referring to. "...between you and her."

"Mickie?" Randy assumed and after Cody had remained silent, Randy knew that his assumption was correct. "No, no…no." He assured him. "There isn't anything going on between us. Except nothing at all. Nothing at all is what's going on between us – I don't even know her. I just don't hate her. But she's no different than any of the other divas, or anything. I mean, there's nothing going on between us-"

"I get it!" Cody announced to him with a small cackle. "Jeez, relax."

Randy shifted a short eye roll. "…I left something in Vickie's office. I'll be right back." Randy quickly made his way toward the door before giving Cody the opportunity to comment back as the door quickly closed behind Randy.

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So, Randy had lied. But he just felt uncomfortable minute by minute being in there. He hadn't known why Cody brought up Mickie around him – why couldn't he talk more about Melina? Or Maryse? Or any of the other divas…

"I cannot believe we've lost one of our Raw divas." Randy slightly turned his head toward a crew member who had been chatting with another crew member as they sipped their coffees. "I mean, she really was the best of the best and now she's on Smackdown?" The crew member shook his head in disappointment. "Raw really lost one of their bests, that's for sure."

Randy almost shrugged his shoulders before he continued walking – he had been heading toward the parking lot. He just needed some fresh air to collect his thoughts before his match. As he passed other crew members backstage, there was a certain blonde that he saw that caught his eye.

Her hands had been cupped in her face as Jillian held her closely and Layla stood by the two. "I just can't believe she's leaving. She was like…my closest friend on this brand and now she's gone…I just can't-"she couldn't even finish her words before she began sobbing again.

Randy drifted his eyes away from the three divas of Kelly, Jillian and Layla. It now was clear to him that one of the Raw divas had been drafted. But who? Obviously not any of the three divas he had just passed. Was it Beth? Was it Melina? He had been so clueless to who it was, though he was sure it was not Melina – what were the chances of the Women's Champion leaving Raw.

So that had only left one more. Beth. But his predictions of Beth had been shattered when he passed by the trio of Glamorella and their intern, Rosa Mendes.

"Santino, I'm getting so sick of all of this! You cost me Miss Wrestlemania! You have no idea how unlucky you are that I wasn't drafted to Smackdown because I will make you pay back for all that you've done to me last night." Beth tightly gripped on Rosa's wrist and practically dragged her away from the scene.

Randy's brow arched before Santino rubbed the back of his neck coolly when he saw the self proclaimed legend killer. "Women." Simply Santino said with a quiet laugh to hide how embarrassed he truly was. Randy quietly cackled before he continued walking down the hall toward the parking lot.

So, it hadn't been Beth. It hadn't been Rosa, or Kelly. It also hadn't been Layla, Jillian and he knew that it couldn't have been Melina – so then who was it? Who was the Raw Diva that was drafted?

His eyes slightly widened. Mickie? Was Mickie the diva that Kelly was crying over? Was Mickie the diva that the crew members were saying they had lost and probably the only reason Beth was still on Raw? Randy found himself needing more air, desperately as he quickened his steps.

The chances of Mickie being drafted started to seem very highly to Randy. All the other Raw divas he had seen, but not Mickie. Where was she? He began wishing that he stayed in his locker room longer to see the results of the divas match – but not as much as he began wishing that he would've just told Mickie the reason he had attacked Dolph…

Randy pushed through the doors that led to the parking lot as he loudly grunted into the air with all of his guilty thoughts eating away at him. Regrets of what he should have done but didn't.

He leaned his back against the wall and once the voices quieted in his head, he began hearing loud sobbing.

He turned his head to see Mickie James. Her head had been in her hands that were completely soaked with tears.

Randy's eyes widened – he knew it.

He slowly walked toward her, shaking his head along the way. "I know I've been an asshole. But that's just because I thought it was best that you know."

Mickie slowly removed her hands from her face to show that the little makeup she had been wearing at been smeared across her pale cheeks. When she noticed who it was she only shook her head and lifted her hands. "Randy? What're you talking about? Please, please just…not right now." She begged him. She hadn't been sturdy enough to play his mind games.

Once Randy saw her tear stained face, he knew it was true. He sadly sighed. "I always thought it would just be better if we didn't go down that route. Not even just not be friends but even it being best if we acted as if we didn't know each other at all. Like I never knew you existed."

Mickie glared up toward the night sky in disbelief. Why had he been treating her like this, this time? She looked like a wreck and he still hadn't even taken that in consideration, or so that had been what she felt. "Okay, I get it. Whatever was going on between us it's over."

After Mickie rolled her eyes and wiped away a tear, she placed her hands back over her face but Randy gently removed them from her face. "But that's what my problem is – I can't act as if you never existed. That's the reason I attacked Dolph. That's the reason I send you cold signals. I hate you for being in my head so much…but, something about you just makes me want to protect you."

Mickie sighed as she attempted to hold back her tears. "What does that all even mean, Randy?"

Randy lowered his hands toward her wrist and held her small wrists in his hands as he stepped closer toward her. Mickie stood puzzled before Randy softly kissed Mickie where one of her tears had been as her other tears had only been dried and stained her face.

Mickie closed her eyes in almost disbelief toward Randy before he softly kissed her on her neck and pulled away. He held each of his hands on her cheeks as he pressed his forehead against hers. His blue eyes stared into her browns. "I never took the chance to tell you that you're welcome for the other night." He said back to her – with an actual small smirk on his lips - before he eventually stepped away, slowly. "So, you're welcome." Randy added before then leaving.

Mickie wish she would've voiced something back, anything at all – but her voice had been lost at the feeling of Randy's touch.

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Randy's hands had been placed on top of his lips. He wondered what had driven him to do such. Then once he saw the image of a once close friend of his crying near the door that led to the parking lot – it reminded him perfectly. Mickie was leaving.

He wouldn't of had any other chance to get that off his chest, and even so that he had done it…he felt almost a few pounds lighter.

He slowly walked toward the diva who had been crying. "Hey."

The diva lifted her head and wiped away her tears as she attempted to smile at the sight of her old friend. "Hey, Randy." Her voice had been so shaky which made Randy instantly sigh. "I guess you heard the bad news, eh?"

Randy slowly nodded his head. "Yeah. She'll definitely be missed around here. I'm sure it's hard for you. You and Mickie were so close. For a lot of people, she was the last diva anyone thought was going to be drafted."

The diva whipped away a stray tear on her face. "Randy…Mickie isn't drafted. I am."

Randy shook his head in disbelief. "…What?" Quietly he said under her breathe.

Melina nodded. "It's true. I'm heading to Smackdown, I have to leave Raw and this is probably my last night here. I'm going to miss all my friends and even you…" the diva quickly buried her head into Randy's chest as she sobbed. Randy only stood in disbelief. Mickie wasn't drafted. Melina slowly lifted her head. "R-Randy, are you okay? You're shaking..." Uneasily, she told him.

Randy's icy blue eyes had been glared down toward the ground. What had he just done?