Author's Note: Good God, I really didn't realize that it had been over three years since I updated this beauty but better late than never I always say! I had really been stuck on it for a while now, I don't know why but I was really struggling. But anyways, back to our somewhat regular scheduled programming and one of the most popular femslash pairings (to me anyways).. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Psycho Mickie/Trish and other pairings

Rating: T that could change at a later time..

I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)

NOTE: This is Femslash.. don't like don't read..

Trish's POV

April 10th, 2006

What am I doing? That was the first question that popped into my head while I ventured down the empty hallway by myself. There was a small part of me that was doubting my decision to go watch this photoshoot that Mickie was having. I could easily turn around and go hang out with Ashley before the show.. But here I am, still walking in the opposite direction of my bestie. Mickie has shown some progress in the past few weeks, she hasn't tried to latch herself to my side anymore after our conversation in the locker room. The obsessed woman willingly left to go do this photoshoot and here I am, going to join her despite the fact that I needed space from her clinginess. If I started hanging out with her again, would everything revert back to what they were before? Would all of our progress be lost? I don't want to think that. Positivity is the key and I want to believe that all of this is ultimately the right decision. I had to put my foot down with Mickie eventually but that scene in the locker room was what pushed me over the edge. If I didn't have Lisa in there with me, the situation would have certainly gotten much uglier. It wasn't my obsessed stalker that I was worried about, it was my best friend. Ashley probably would have kept going and the results would have been brutal. She would have most likely gotten herself fired. Jesus, why do I have the feeling I am in the middle of something far greater? Is there even a way to make things more normal again? I don't think I will ever get Mickie and Ashley on friendly terms again. The blonde will never listen to any kind of reasoning. I am just hoping that everything decides to blow over soon.

I arrived at the studio where they normally like to do photoshoots, doing my best to remain unnoticed. Maria was nowhere to be seen which is great for me, that way I can stay unnoticed for as long as possible. She wouldn't stay quiet about me being here, secrets aren't her strongest front. I decided the best spot would be in the corner away from all the lights and equipment, Mickie shouldn't look over this way. There was something in particular that caught my attention, it was the outfit I was suppose to be wearing tonight. Curious as to why it wasn't in wardrobe with Sandra but I will have to get in that outfit at some point tonight. It was at that moment that a lightbulb went off in my head, a smile appeared across my lips. My eyes darted over to see the Women's Champion talking to the photographer, it seems like they are discussing everything that needs to be done during this shoot. Perfect, I took one last look at Mickie and snuck back out of the studio. I'll have to get into this at some point so might as well shimmy into it a little early. A black tanktop, an orange frilled mini skirt and an olive green sweater made up this outfit. As well as a couple accessories and a brunette wig. I took a look in the mirror and gave myself a big smile. This wasn't what I was expecting to wear but this is something that Mickie would wear.

I had managed to get dressed within a couple minutes and I walked back into the room with Mickie positioned in front of the screen. That woman with a Championship belt looked all too natural, she's going to be the future of this division. She's having a blast doing a bunch of Trish-like poses, mimicking my behavior down to a tee. I would hope so, I mean she had the one and only teaching her. Not trying to toot my own horn or anything but I totally am. Now let's confuse the absolute fuck out of Mickie, screw staying hidden! "Oh my God, you're Mickie James!" I screeched, as I skipped my way over to where Mickie was standing. To say she was flabbergasted was an understatement, her eyes were so wide they looked to be trying to leave her eye sockets. "I can't believe I finally get to meet you, I am totally like your biggest fan ever!"

I got some of the stage crew to laugh as I wrapped my arms around the younger brunette and pulled her close. I did my best impression of the Mickie James character and bounced uncontrollably with her still in my arms. "T-Trish! What are you doing?! …I.. I didn't expect this." The woman in the blonde wig looked over to me, her cheeks having a crimson hue as she slowly pulled apart the hug.

"I know, I know! But I couldn't stand by and watch the photoshoot any longer! I had to come say hi, you are THE Mickie James after all." Having everything flipped in reverse is pretty funny to me, not going to lie. Obviously I am acting my part but for a while this was truly who Mickie James was merely a few weeks ago. A hyperactive, borderline psychopath that was truly obsessed with me. But since I have confronted her, those tendencies feel almost nonexistent. I hope this isn't some kind of twisted trick because I think Mickie, with time, can be a really good friend.

I bounced up and down a few times as the Virginia Native watched me. Her eyes still widened with shock, her expressions are pure gold. I released my grasp on the Champion, and watched as she looked over toward the photography crew. "I see. I see. Yeah. D- do you wanna take some pictures together?"

"OH EM GEE! I would totally love it too." I screamed the first three words which probably got Mickie to regret her decision instantly. But over the next fifteen minutes or so, we took a variety of different pictures, dressed as each other. It was a lot of fun, better than watching in the background. All the pictures were taken and the Champion started walking down the hallway and I decided to follow behind her. "Say Mickers, how'd I do!" Jesus Christ, how does Mickie jump and skip around like this all the time?

Now out of character, the Virginia Native let out a snort laugh, followed by a slightly embarrassed look. This was a lot of fun, the most fun I have had in recent weeks. "You did amazing!"

The show wasn't starting for a little while longer and I wouldn't mind getting used to this character a little bit more before we go on air. What other person could I seek help from but the original herself? "Thankies, I am learning from the best. Say, you think you can help me work out some kinks. I wanna make sure it's a perfect impression of your character."

Mickie's smile widened, it was really adorable to see her face instantly brighten up like that. "I'd love to Trish, 100% Stratusfaction baby, let's go!" She yelled out with confidence, using my catchphrase that has grown on me over the years. All is good here, it's strictly work related so hanging out with Mickie isn't a big deal. Right?

During RAW

The camera immediately transitioned to the backstage area and showed the innocent Maria holding onto a microphone. I remember now where we are on the card, I have been really distracted with my thoughts lately. "Ladies and gentleman, the NEW WWE women's champion.. Mickie James." Right on cue, the woman in the blonde wig skipped excitedly into frame which caused a small smile to appear on my lips. There was something about that smile that really draws you in. She's absolutely glowing right now and you know what, she can pull off that blonde look surprisingly well. It really does well with her tanned complexion. "Mickie, you won the Women's Championship on the grandest stage of them all, Wrestlemania. How does it feel?"

"Oh my god, Maria, it feels amazing! I can't even tell you and if I have anyone to thank, I'd have to thank Trish Stratus." I could see her left hand moving excitedly as she spoke to the interviewer. Her eyes glanced down to the title on her shoulder upon mentioning my name. She points to the Women's Championship before letting out a laugh, she kept her eyes on Maria the entire time. "After all, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be Women's Champion, now would I? You know whenever I delivered that Mick Kick, I knew it was all over. But seriously, out of all my Wrestlemanias, this has been the greatest by far. I can't wait to go home to Toronto and celebrate." Her eyes glanced up to the ceiling for a moment like she was reminiscing about the past even though it was her first Wrestlemania. Part of me unfelt easy for a second, she plays the character so damn perfectly. She's a true psychopath but I know this particular scene is acting obviously, the brunette has really toned things down between us.

The cogs were turning in the ditsy interviewer's head as she shook her head from side to side. "But.. Mickie, you aren't from Toronto.. Trish is." Snap! The look of happiness faded in an instant as Mickie rolled her eyes and glared at Maria.

"Are you calling me a liar! You don't think I know where I am from Maria. I know where I am from!" Every word that left her lips, her voice got louder. The Champion leaned in closer even standing on her tiptoes to scream in the face of the interviewer. The taller brunette was cowering in fear as the psychotic character yelled in her face.

"No..no..nono." The brunette regretted her words immediately, shaking her head no and all words were barely mumbles.

Mickie surprisingly didn't attack her like I was thinking she would, she backed away with that big smile and a laugh. She touched Maria's shoulder gently like it was reassurance. "It's okay. It's okay. No worries. You know I have an idea, a really good idea. Instead of celebrating tonight, how about I have my first ever title defense against..no no.. let's see.. Let's see.." She pretended to contemplate on her decision, looking everywhere but over toward the interview. Finally her sight focused on Maria, a smile grew wider. Well I know where this is going and it's not going to be good for Miss Kanellis here. Of course, I obviously know what's going to happen but still. "You! What do you think?"

"Are you kidding! My first shot at the Women's Championship, that is so awesome!" The interviewer spoke excitedly, her eyes looking back and forth between Mickie and the title.

"I know, isn't it? It's going to be awesome, so cool. We are going to have a good time." Mickie said with excitement, reaching over to gently touch the interviewer's shoulder again. Which I am sure that Maria is actually uncomfortable with, I think the ditsy woman is scared of Mickie. Rightfully so. She then leaned closer as her voice deepened to a more serious tone. "You know, 100% Stratusfaction guaranteed. Ha!" At the last word, the Trish imposter poked the startled brunette on the nose before walking away, leaving Maria confused at what transpired as it cut away.

Later in the show..

I found myself walking to the gorilla position for the next match on the card. It was the Mickie James versus Maria title match that randomly happened. Maria's blunder even though it was the truth caused the Champion to snap. Of course, I am not getting involved in the match but instead, I'll be giving my rival a pleasant surprise. By the curtain were both of the women about to compete tonight, Mickie noticed my presence and sent a smile my way. She was wearing the same outfit from earlier to look like me. Maria gave me her cute innocent smile, and a wave. She's fucking adorable but the smarts aren't there, I hate to admit that. Her attire surprises me, it's all black despite her being all sunshine and rainbows. The brunette works the black look. A sequin top, black booty shorts if they can be considered that being how short they are. Ria wore knee high boots, and fingerless gloves that went to her elbows.

The crewman gestured to Mickie as my iconic laugh played followed by Obsession. I watched the monitor in the back as Mickie jumped onto the stage to a lot of cheers from the audience. Never could I have predicted how fast the crowd turned to her, they really love her. The fact that at Wrestlemania the crowd had turned on their ultimate babyface to cheer on the psycho woman, she's got a gift. I can admit to that. She's gorgeous, she has talent and the charisma to stay at the top of this division. The Virginia Native held the title up into the air to soak up the cheers before starting the walk down to the ramp. The bell rang, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Women's Championship. Introducing first, she is the Women's Champion, Mickie James!" Lilian Garcia announced as the hyperactive woman slid into the ring and held the title high in the air. The camera panned out to the audience and a bright orange sign was shown, it read out 'Mickie go back to the ward.' Not going to lie, that made me chuckle a good bit. A couple weeks ago I would have wholeheartedly agreed with that person. Now.. I am not so sure. Mick went to the corner and jumped up on the middle turnbuckle, flaunting her title belt once again. Another sign was shown reading out 'Mickie James is insane'. Fans are a riot. 'Mickie poster girl for psychotherapy', okay I think that is the best sign so far. Once Mickie was done bouncing around, she walked to the other side of the ring and placed her hand on her hand; eyes glued to the stage. P-P-Party started to play. Maria walked onto the stage and blew a kiss to fans cheering. "And the challenger from Chicago, Illinois Maria!" The backstage interviewer made her way to the ring as a 'We love Maria sign' was shown up on the screen. She started walking up the steel steps and on the apron whenever they cut to commercial.

While on commercial break, Maria did her little celebration in the ring as Mickie stalked her endlessly. Keeping in character, that grin turned into one with malice as the brunette walked over to her starting position. The official held the title up in the air as both women looked at it with determined twinkles in their eyes. I zoned out a little bit as the announcers were talking about their sponsorship, of course, they would be doing this during the women's match. Really now they are eating while they call the match. The disrespect makes my blood boil. It's not the announcers' fault, they are simply following the script.

Finally the bell rings and the fight is starting as both competitors go to lock arms but Mickie has other plans. She knees the unsuspecting brunette in the gut and proceeds to bring her fist down on Maria's spine. The Virginia Native isn't stopping, she kicks Maria's stomach again. She laughs as her opponent falls to the floor in pain. Her hands tangle in Ria's locks, pulling her back up to her feet. The Champion sends her to the ropes and goes to hit the backstage interviewer again with a knee but somehow Maria reverses it into a roll up. "1.." Mickie instantly kicked out and rose to her feet, her teeth were grinding against each other looking over toward the Diva Search woman. She was seething, but Ria was going to keep on the attack. She lunged forward and quickly secured a waistlock on the lunatic imposter. Her opponent elbowed her in the face to be released from the grip. She adjusted the belt of her pants and kicked Maria square in the gut. The preppy brunette fell to her knees as the Champion delivered another kick in the middle of her spine.

She didn't stop there, her hands held onto the ropes as she pressed her boots hard into Maria's stomach. "1…2..!" The Virginia Native wasn't pleased with the referee's interference and stalked Maria as she made an attempt to gain some distance. She waited another second or two before charging at her and delivering another hard kick to the stomach. Maria's hand went instinctively to cover her stomach as Mickie taunted the crowd, proud of her handiwork. She managed to get some cheers. The backstage interviewer looked up at the psychopath and scooted back toward the ropes in order to gain some distance. It was to no avail and Mickie continued to stomp down on Ria's abdomen. "1….2!" The Virginia Native stopped her assault and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Maria to her feet. With hardly any effort, Mickie picked her up and slammed her on her back. Readjusting her clothing, the Champ climbed up to the middle rope and leaped off to slam her fists down. The brunette managed to roll out of the way and Mickie's wrist smashed into the canvas. With some momentum in her favor, Ria crawled away and went to a corner. Like hunting some prey, Mickie was already hot on her trail, dashing toward the corner. Maria managed to get her boot up to stun the Champ momentarily. Maria's turn to rush forward with a clothesline however the Virginia Native managed to catch her wrist. With another fistful of hair, she drove her knee hard into Maria's spine; laughing maniacally in the process. It gave me slight shivers, she's really good at laughing like a psychopath.

Mickie spent several seconds talking back to the referee. Her attention shifted once again back to the backstage interviewer on the ground. Mickie once again displayed her strength and picked Maria up preparing for another slam. Ria squirmed by kicking her feet and managed to change the positioning into her favor. She went for a sunset flip but the Champ didn't fall down, the woman in the blonde wig seethed, aiming to punch her head. Another missed and Maria rolled her up. "1..-" All this managed to accomplish was to anger the Virginia Native further and it was really showing on her face. She once again had to readjust her pants, considering her thong was trying to say hello to the audience. Maria shoulder tackled the 'blonde's' gut and elbowed her opponent in the face. Mickie stumbled backwards against the ropes, the brunette nailed her with another elbow strike and a kick to the stomach. Grabbing her opponent's hand, Ria irish whipped her off the ropes. The momentum slowed down as Mickie back kicked her in the stomach, causing her to fall to her knees. Mickie took a very familiar stance and delivered a devastating Mick Kick and that means lights out. "1…2…3!"

The match reached its conclusion with Mickie obviously coming out the victor. Alright, Trish it's showtime, channel your inner psychopath and let's tell a story. Mickie's music started to play so let's imitate that boundless energy the brunette normally has. As the referee handed her the title and held her arm up in victory, I ran up and jumped excitedly on the ramp. "Nobody- Wait a minute! Look at this, look! It's Mickie James!" My rival never noticed me as I skipped down toward the ring while Lawler was doing his usual shenanigans at commentary. I slid underneath the bottom rope and remained on my knees as my attention stayed glued to Mickie. Finally my rival turned and noticed my presence, shock written all over her face. One thing I can finally praise this woman for is her facial expressions, she's very good at conveying certain emotions. As she noticed me, I got up and turned to the nearest corner and climbed the turnbuckle. I mimicked her pose on the top rope. "Woah woah, I just popped a contact in, it's Mickie James!"

"That is Trish Stratus, who is wearing the old ring gear of Mickie James!" Cole pointed out the obvious as I continued to signal to the audience while Mickie watched in pure confusion.

"This is great!" I took a couple steps away from the Champion and went over to get a microphone while the commentators were still talking. I am not going to lie, I am a little tired from all this constant bouncing around. My boobs feel like they are going to pop out of this top. Am I showing too much of my ass in this skirt? Probably, oh well, I have the body for it.

"What the hell is going on here you guys!"

"Oh my god you guys, it's Mickie James!" I followed with a high pitched scream as I bounced and spinned around the confused woman, who watched my every movement. Mickie has yet to say a word to me. "You are so totally awesome!" Thankfully Mickie helped me practice how to copy her psychotic energy, I made sure to constantly keep moving to where no one could predict what I was going to do next. "My grand papi was your biggest fan ever. And I wanna be just like you-" She blinked a couple times at me, I nodded my head a few times at her. We kept our eyes locked together, I grabbed her arm and raised it in the air. "..WWE women's champion!" The champion diverted her attention away from me, her eyes would scan the audience or anywhere that wasn't on me. My head snapped over to look at Mickie, I could feel my heart starting to beat faster while I walked closer toward her. My hand stayed around her wrist as I collided my lips against hers before she could even digest that I had approached her.

"Oh my god." It only lasted a couple seconds but felt like it was much longer than that. Mickie in pure shock ended up falling to her knees. This was all a part of our plan but part of me was afraid that this little kiss might spark the crazy back into Mickie. This was in no way returning the affection she shoved down my throat for months. This was the character Trish Stratus messing with the fragile mind of the Mickie James character. I am putting my faith in the brunette to not revert to her old ways.

"They kissed.. the liplock." Mickie slid out of the ring while I continued to bounce around excitedly, knowing that I had successfully fucked with my rival's mind.

"This is surreal."

"This is great!"

My smile only got bigger while I could hear the commentary team talk about our liplock. "We are watching Monday Night Raw in the Twilight zone."

Step by step, the woman in the blonde wig kept her eyes glued to me, still baffled by what transpired. I leaned over and blew her a little kiss. "That's not cool!"

"Mickie can't believe it, that might be the first time I have ever said that about Mickie James."

"She's more confused than ever."

"This is getting stranger and stranger." The Champion took one last look at me before turning her heels and kept her back to me walking up the ramp. I knew my part was done as I kept staring at her until she disappeared into the gorilla position. I absorbed some more of the crowd's cheers and then made my exit. I made sure to skip and bounce around up the ramp. This is exhausting almost as much as competing in a full match.

The second that I made it through the curtain, I was greeted with the presence of two unwelcome faces starting a hole through me. Ugh, what the hell did I do to be greeted with such a presence. There stood my former best friend against the crates with her arms folded over her chest. That disgusting smirk remained while my attention glanced to her right to see that her lap dog was here as well. Great. I noticed that Lita's boyfriend was absent, Randy was mainly on Smackdown and his ass got suspended. I still don't know all the details about what happened there but I wish Daisy would have left with him. The other guys taking part in the main event are strangely absent. "Ugh, you two really do belong together, it's sickening."

I rolled my eyes at the stupid comment from the redhead. My attention drifted over to Mickie, who waited here for me instead of leaving. I would have left straight away. The Champion scoffed, "What is sickening is your attitude, what is Adam not giving you any?"

The redhead blinked a few times before anger was evident on her face. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me. "How dare-" Lita started to shout, she was about to storm forward toward the Champion. I knew that there was a possibility that I would need to intervene however a hand grabbed Amy's arm which snapped her attention toward her new 'bestie'. "Daiz, what gives?"

"Red, neither one of them are worth our thinks she's hot shit because Trish vouched to make her champ. Ignore them and wait for Adam." Sanders spoke almost in a soothing tone, surprisingly wanting to defuse the situation. Something is not adding up here, she loves to instigate drama so why is this bitch playing nice? Lita's eyes looked over and lingered at me, the former Champion let out a sigh. "She's trying to get in your head. You can't show any weakness toward this psychopath."

There she goes again, using that word as an attempt to get a rise out of Mickie. That's the exact word I used to think described Mickie to a tee but now, I am not so sure anymore. She seems almost normal now. "I think that's the exact opposite of what I am doing. But go off, I guess. What makes your egotistical asses feel better, I could care less about what you both think of me. I know whose opinions matter now." Lita arched a brow over toward the brunette, who removed the blonde wig from her head. I am so glad that they didn't manage to manipulate her like before. I wish Amy would get the damn reality check she needs, I won't admit it out loud anymore but I do miss her. How was our friendship so easily replaceable? I will never know. "I used to respect the hell out of you, Amy. It's a shame to know how much of a bitch you really are..."

Mickie had known the redhead for a couple years on the independent scene, they used to be friends. The brunette seemed saddened after that last sentence, she parted her lips to speak again but I spoke first. "Don't waste your breath on them, Mick." The Champion nodded her head in understanding as I heard the redhead scoff. I had tried to get through to her for a while now, it's a futile effort. That skull is dense as fuck, it doesn't help that the leech beside her is always around. No more words were exchanged between the four of us, I decided it would be best to make my exit. Without giving them another glance, I started to head away from the gorilla position. I could hear footsteps following behind me but I knew exactly who they belonged too. "You really stood up for yourself, Mick. I am proud; plus the look on Amy's face was absolutely priceless."

"Well I had a really good teacher, especially after the last time they decided to mess with me. So thank you for that, Trish." The brunette rubbed the back of her head, a small pink hue appeared across her cheeks. She's blushing, it was actually pretty cute. This seemed more natural than all her previous bullshit. "You really pulled off the Mickie behavior perfectly." She praised me again, gesturing toward the outfit.

"What can I say, I had a really great teacher." I decided to return the compliment, giving her a little nudge on the side with my elbow. I couldn't help but chuckle noticing how the brunette's blush only became more prominent. The way her lips curled into a wide smile caused my heart to beat a little faster. The way the light shined down on her, it illuminated all the right features. No matter how long time had passed, my mind kept trying to replay that stupid kiss in my head. What does it matter? I have kissed plenty of people during my tenure here in WWE, it's acting. We are creating an amazing storyline that fans will remember for a long time now. So why does this one feel different? Is it due to our twisted history with each other? Mickie's lip gloss still lingered on my lips, my heart beat would pick up pace even more. This whole thing is just fucking with your head, Patricia. You are about to get married to the love of your life. There is no attraction to women, you have kissed Ames before as well. Nothing followed. Ron is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Why are you even questioning all of this? It's just acting. Snap out of it, Patricia.

Mickie seemingly noticed my long period of silence although that was further from the case. I was trapped in my own thoughts, the brunette clicked her lips together. "I'll see you around, Trish." Mickie gave me a warm smile but didn't say anything more. Part of me didn't want her to leave but instead to join me for the rest of the show even if that only was a few minutes. I have been enjoying these normal conversations after that incident weeks ago. Her back faced me as she walked away toward the catering area.

Resisting the urge to call out to her, I could only watch the brunette walk away. This is just the way things need to be for now. I didn't even say goodbye and that felt like a stab in the chest. Why did she have to turn out like she was? Mickie could have been my best friend but instead, we are doing all of this. I shouldn't be giving her the time of day but yet, here I am. Smiling and thinking of a young girl from Virginia. She really has gotten in my head, like Ashley said; it might not be intentional. "Ew, Red was right." A voice snapped me thankfully out of my confused thoughts but it was an unwelcome presence. The woman with envy blue bangs stood there smirking, her arms folded across her chest. Daisy. I had enough of your bullshit earlier. Why are you bothering me now? "It's sickening to see you guys together. Despite the thoughts you might be having, trash belongs together."

Trash belongs together, the nerve of this little girl. She isn't just referring to me either. I could feel my anger starting to boil but I made an attempt to bite my tongue. "That's why you and Lita are together, right?" I fired back with slight venom in my voice, well that didn't happen. I shouldn't mean that but those two make me so angry. Amy used to not be this way, I hate how far she has fallen. I wonder how much this young rookie has contributed to that. My head snapped back to meet her gaze. "What do you want?"

She rolled her eyes, her footsteps only continuing as she got closer to me. "Nothing at all, why would I want anything from you?" Daisy spoke in a mocking tone, giving my body a quick scan. Ignore that, she's just trying to get a reaction out of you. Now that her boyfriend isn't around, she has no one to babysit her while Lita and Edge perform. Great, I really should have walked back to the locker room faster or called out to Mickie. "I already have everything that I need and then some."

"Then it's better that you shut up and walk away. I don't care what scheme you're planning in that devious head of yours." Sanders definitely has something brewing in that wicked mind of hers. Something isn't adding up. She was the one that stopped Ames from whatever she was going to do or say in retort to Mickie. That isn't like her, she's the type of girl to hold their opponent down while the other beats them senseless. She's a snake, considering who she is dating and who her mother is, it makes perfect sense..

For a moment, faked innocence shined in those hazel orbs of hers. The raven haired woman blinked curiously a few times and her head cocked to the side. "That's where you are wrong. I am not planning anything. Can I not have a civil conversation with a coworker?" She asked in a softer tone trying to continue this innocent facade. I continued to glare at the taller woman, who chuckled. Her lips curled into a wide smirk. "Not even a thank you for preventing my bestie from hurting your girlfriend. And here I thought you were the nice one, Patricia." Girlfriend? Oh you bitch, you really are trying to say anything to get a rise out of me, aren't you? I know Mickie could have handled herself whenever it came to the redhead. If needed, I would have prevented anything from happening. I felt my eye twitch at her cooing my real name like she deserves to call me that.

"I am but only to people that deserve my kindness. You are not one of those people. You could have been, but your manipulative ways prove otherwise." If she wasn't such a bitch, I would have easily given her a chance. She is Sable's daughter. I didn't talk to Rena all that much but I heard the horror stories. Daisy immediately made her presence known, she was paired up with Lita, who holds a lot of power in the locker room. Ames used to be so respected, now a lot of the girls fear them.

She let out a laugh that was almost playful in nature. Not going to lie, it almost made me uncomfortable. The look in her eyes were no longer faking innocence, it was like she was staring daggers into me. "Do you really think I am manipulative? That's cute, I don't need to manipulate whenever I simply speak the truth on things. Something that you aren't good at doing. If anyone is the liar here, it's you."

Sanders made her point and to be fair, she is right about one instance in particular. It was the time whenever they were bullying Mickie. Yes, I did want her to leave me alone. Yes I lied to the girl at that moment for her own protection. That was indeed wrong of me to do but I didn't want to hurt the brunette like they did. The pain I caused her was greater than that, I live with that guilt everyday but I believe I made the right choice. Right..? I did, didn't I? "I might not be perfect but I do my best to make things right. I don't step all over people and I am not a bitch to those not deserving of it." Part of me wanted to walk away at that moment but instead, I turned to stare at the rookie Diva. "But remember that I could still put you in your place in a heartbeat, we don't want it to come to that. Your little boyfriend and Lita aren't here to protect you right now."

Once again Daisy let out a laugh, she inched herself a little closer. This little girl had the nerve to get right in my face. I don't know if that is commendable or just plain idiotic. My threats meant nothing to her but I am not even sure if I meant them myself. Yes she deserves to have her ass beaten but am I the right one to beat it into her? Her index finger pointed toward herself as her eyes softened once again. "I don't need anyone to protect me. Why don't you Stratusify me a little, dear sweet Patricia. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. The question is, can you handle me?"

She is switching personalities like the flip of a simple switch, I get it, you can act. You have to in order to thrive in this business along with having wrestling skills. The look in her eyes told me a different story, I think I understand what Sanders is trying to pull here. It's disgusting. "You aren't worth my time."

Hazel eyes narrowed as the excited look on her face faded instantly, the raven haired woman didn't like that I refused to play her stupid games. "Oh I see. You really are boring, you know that. I have more important things to attend to now. I will leave you too your little thoughts. Have fun with that psychopath." Without giving me a chance to utter a response, the taller Diva turned her heels and started to walk away from me. I could breathe a sigh of relief at last, my knuckles were starting to turn white with how hard my fist were clenched. I possibly could have gotten away with a good punch in the face but my job is too valuable to risk. My body relaxed itself once the bitch had disappeared from my sight. That last word had emphasis on it, drenched in the venom that coats her tongue.

I shook my head, wanting to not think about any of this any longer and started making my way back to the women's locker room. The show is almost over and I want to get out of this outfit. Not going to lie, I was kind of fun playing a crazy girl, tiresome but fun. The walk back toward the locker room seemed to last longer than usual, this hallway felt endless. Those bitch's words kept echoing in the back of my mind. I don't know why her opening trashing Mickie made me so livid. I don't care what she says about me but the brunette isn't here to defend herself. Daisy is right about me though, I am a liar. Everyone is. Nobody is perfect but my whole friendship with Mickie had been painted as a facade. I tried at first to be friends with her until that side started to overshadow her. I tried so hard and in turn, it evolved into love that will never be returned. A young woman's shattered heart and I am solely to blame. Opening the door to the locker room, I grabbed the wig and pulled it off my head with a huff. "Trish, what's wrong? You look annoyed with something."

My best friend was in the locker room, her voice laced with concern as her eyes fluttered at me. She waited patiently for my response, I sighed. "Ran into Lita and Daisy at the gorilla. Sanders was trying to stir the invisible pot after everyone else left. She's up to something." I summarized the past few minutes with those three sentences not wanting to drag things out further. What was said is bothering me, I need more time to think about things with a clearer head.

"Tch. That bitch needs a reality check badly. I don't care if she is Sable's daughter and fucking Orton. She would be nothing without that."

"As much as it pains me to say this, that isn't entirely true. For years on the independent scene and in OVW, she never used her connections to her family. Orton handpicked Daisy for his new valet before ever seeing her face. She was a woman behind a mask. She has talent. It's her ego and attitude that need to be repackaged.." It doesn't help that Randy has an ego larger than hers, he isn't the greatest influence on her either. "Enough about her though, let's talk about what we are going to get a bite to eat, I am starving."

"I haven't thought that far ahead. I bet you are hungry, you were jumping around like crazy out there. Also that look is pretty.. uh different but you rock it well." Ashley spoke, giving an almost nervous chuckle. Her hand rubbed the back of her neck as I noticed her cheeks gaining a slight pink hue to them. "Why don't you change back into your regular clothes and we'll go see if we can find a bite to eat? My treat."

"It's a date, I will meet you in the parking lot in fifteen." My best friend gave me a charming smile as I pulled her into a quick embrace. She gave me a quick pat on the ass before heading toward the parking lot. I wish she would be resting, her leg is still healing but Ashley is as stubborn as they come.

The empty locker room was a surprising change but a welcome one, the show is pretty much over and a lot of the girls might have already departed. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time as my mind continued to replay the past half hour in my head. This past few months has been nothing but chaos, it's one thing after another. But yet, I can still smile. In five short months, I am going to be getting married and starting a whole new chapter of my life. I am living the dream but there is something that has been weighing heavy on my mind here lately. What is there left for me to do here? I've made my mark in the company. I've been a role model for little girls and young women around the world. Maybe.. It's time to hang up my boots. I didn't plan on doing this forever, right? Is that what I want to do? Do I want to retire? Patricia, you have all the time in the world to think about that. The division needs to be in a safe place before you leave, that's my mission now. Now that I am all changed, let's go get some food. The hallways were pretty empty once again which is making it a lot easier for me to get out of here. "I told you babe, Amy is clueless." I heard a familiar voice talk from the men's locker room which caused me to slow down. That voice.. It's Adam. He's talking about Amy, but what grabbed my attention more was he called someone else babe. So Edge is living up to his name and seems to be cheating on Lita. Hmph.. Why do I care? She isn't my friend anymore but.. I know how much she truly loves Adam. Whenever they first got together, albeit scandalous methods, she seemed truly happy again. "I know, I know. I said that I would dump her months ago. I gotta keep kayfabe alive, you know that. She's going to Atlanta with some friends for a few days. That means we will have a couple days to ourselves, I promise I will make it up to you then. Yeah, no one suspects a thing. I love you too. Bye." My hand pressed against the door to the locker room as I digested all the information that I just overheard. Part of me wants to burst into the room and call him out on his bullshit. I could run and find the redhead and tell her myself. Would she believe me though? Shit, I didn't think to record the conversation either. If she doesn't, should I let her get her karma? Even if Lita is the biggest bitch on the planet, does she deserve to get wronged in such a way? What should I do?