Hello everyone. Before I continue, I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for not updating for like… ever. I could sit here and complain, and make up excuses, but the fact is… life got in my way, and I've been way too busy. I just got my first job, my supervisors are bitches, I'm being abused at work and I think I have a boyfriend now (long story)… I just want you guys and Mara especially to forgive me, you have no idea how horrible I feel and how sorry I am. I just want to make things right. So here's chapter five you guys clearly deserve and then some.

Chapter Five

Monday Night RAW was on the air, they were only fifteen minutes into the show and Mara sat on her office chair almost in tears. This was the job she'd wanted her entire life and with one wrong move and it could all go away from her with the blink of an eye.

"Mr. McMahon, I'm so sorry. I have no idea where those pictures came from, but I promise nothing like this will ever happen again."

Vince sat on the chair in front of her contemplating her expression. She seemed truthful and sincere. With the power he had, she could have been fired instantly. If it were anyone else they would have been fired instantly, but it was Mara, and as much as he hated to admit it, she was the best decision he made for business in a while. Never before has the ratings for both RAW and SmackDown been so high. She's put together incredible matches and entertaining segments. She's submitted wonderful ideas for storylines, and feuds. Should she be fired? Or be let off with a slap on the wrist and a warning?

Mara just sat there under his soul scaring, Batman-like stare.

"I'll let you off this once, only because you've been good to this business. But I'll warn you now; if this happens again you're gone! What if those pictures went online huh? What then? You think superstars are going to respect you when they find out you've been screwing with one of their own?" He scolded her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McMahon. And we never slept together. It was just a onetime thing."

"You better be! I don't want this happening again or it's your ass Tamara!" With that, he stood up straight, smoothed out his jacket and walked out of her office. She let out a breath of relief and let her head fall onto her desk.

"How could this have happened?"

AJ Lee sat down in her section of the locker room. She shined her new title for the umpteenth time today.

"AJ… It's clean now. Quit rubbing on it." Melina her fellow diva and mentor said with a smile. Melina was currently out on injury with a broken arm. She could be backstage, but she had to stay out of the camera's way.

"I'm just so happy I won it, and from Mickie James of all people. I mean, wow! She's a great wrestler. If she didn't have such a bitchy attitude we might have been friends."

"I think she's fucked up in the head. Anyway, I'm going to the mess hall, you want something?" The taller woman offered.

AJ just shook her head, "No thanks. I'm scheduled for action later on tonight; I don't want to feel sick in the middle of it." She continued lacing up her boot.

Melina shrugged, "Okay. Good luck tonight." She said as she walked out.

Mickie stood outside of the locker room and waited for Melina to bend the corner before casually walking in.

"Are you happy with yourself?" She sneered down on the woman.

AJ's head snapped up at the sound of her incredible annoying voice. "What the hell? Is there something I can help you with Mickie?"

"I just want to know if you're happy with yourself. After you cheated to win the title,"

"How did I cheat Mickie?"

"And you somehow, some way, manipulated Mara into not stripping you of it and returning it where it should have stayed in the first place."

AJ looked at her confused. "What? Are you being serious right now?"

"Oh, I'm being serious for damn sure! How can you live with yourself AJ? Who are you sleeping with?"

That was where AJ's face turned sour. She worked hard for what she got, she trained every day and lost sleep most nights. She went home with bruises and broken bones regularly. She sacrificed a lot get this far, and nobody was going to insult that.

She unconsciously let her hand reach Mickie's face. The sound echoed throughout the room.

The slightly taller woman stood there stunned as the pip-squeak of a champion's chest heaved up and down from anger.

"I'm so fucking sick of you. You're such a bitch!" AJ started. If getting a title win over Mickie wouldn't prove how good she really was then maybe a bare knuckle beat down would.

The former women's champion forcefully pushed her into the hard wood of the locker room. She fell into a sitting position as Mickie climbed on top of her and started throwing heavy punches in her face.

After about the 14th or 15th punch, Mickie got off of her. She ran her hands through her hair as she looked at AJ's now swollen face. The champion slumped to her knees, right before Mickie swung a merciless kick to the side of her head, right on her temple. Her limp body fell to the floor and Mickie, having a satisfied look at her doings, quickly made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Mara, took a sip of her water, looking at the segment currently going on between Maryse and The Miz on the monitor, following along with the script in her hands. She smiled at how well; the act was being played out. Both were good actors and great performers. They sold well, and executed well. Too bad they were always overlooked.

She didn't hear the door open as she concentrated on the segment. Suddenly her vision was blacked out as two extra-large hands covered almost her entire face.

She smiled a little and removed them from her face. "Hey, Randy." Her voice hinted a little sadness and he immediately picked up on it.

"Something wrong?" He asked taking a seat next to her.

"I really don't think you should be in here."

"Any why not?" He rested a hand on her shoulder pulling her closet to him.

"Because you shouldn't" She said lamely.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match in a few minutes?"

"Exactly, we've got a few minutes, and I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Evan's not that big of an opponent." He smirked, placing warm kisses on her neck.

She didn't want to, but she had to. "Randy, no." She resisted, placing her hands on his chest trying to push him away.

"What's wrong? Why are you pushing me away?"

"Because we can't do this! It's too risky." She said seriously.

"Well, damn. If I knew you were talking your bitch pills today, I'd have stayed away." He said standing up.

She looked up at him. "You know, this isn't easy for me either! I almost lost my job today Randy."

"What?" He looked at her.

"Someone snapped a few pictures of us a few nights ago. They carried it to Mr. McMahon, and I almost got the boot. I could have been telling you and everyone else 'Hasta-la-bye-bye' if he didn't let me off with a warning."

Randy stood with a shocked expression, which, if you know the viper, wasn't far from his happy one.

"I'll find-" He couldn't continue as someone opened the door.

The former women's champion stood there looking at the two of them. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked sarcastically.

Randy looked at Mara, "I'll talk to you later."

She nodded and watched him exit the room.

"You're still seeing him even after I warned you?"

"We were just talking Mickie." She defended her self.

The woman rolled her eyes, "I just saw Mr. McMahon leave the arena and he looked bothered. Something you want to tell me?"

Mara sighed. " The night of No Way Out, Randy came to see me, we talked things out, He's not as bad as you say Mickie, anyway, one thing led to another, and we started kissing, and touching and all that. I guess someone thought it would be funny to take some pictures of us. Anyway, Mr. McMahon saw them and gave me a huge warning."

"Oh, God Mara! What'd I tell you? Randy can't be trusted! Can't you see?"

She looked up at her cousin. Mickie wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid look off of her face and kick her ass out of the company.

"You two do that and the door is just open like that? Doesn't that sound a bit fishy to you?" Mickie folded her arms.

"What are you getting at?" Mara raised a brow.

"Well, Mickie, stated, I think he paid someone to take those pictures. He was probably mad you cost him the title after you restarted the match." She paused to let it sink in before she continued. "Well, you don't have to listen to me, you never do any way," She sighed and headed toward the door "I'll be going now. I've got to prepare for a segment I'm in." She skipped away.

Mara sat and pondered on Mickie's theory for a bit. What if she's right? What if Randy did do that?

But he wouldn't!

Would he? Why would you doubt you're cousin? She's been there for you your whole life.

But he wouldn't! You should have faith in him.

It doesn't matter now! I've got to stay away from him anyway! A conflict of interest can't be tolerated in my or any other line of work, especially management. Randy and I are done. We have to be.

A/N: I hope after this chapter you guys forgive me. I'm sorry for any errors I made, I realize that since I started working, I've been interacting with more and more people and my grammar and vocabulary has hit a downhill slope.

Next chapter coming soon.

-xNika