"Sensational Sherry in the Hall of Fame, that's like the greatest news ever, I mean just think about that..." Mickie said excitedly, happy that a woman she had looked up to was being inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame, when suddenly she spotted the woman she was in love with and determined to make hers, "Trish, oh my god did you see that!" Mickie said, throwing her arms around Trish, for a quick hug before letting her go, "Sensational Sherry in the Hall of Fame..."
"That's awesome," Trish began, but Mickie cut her off.
"Yeah isn't it, it's almost as awesome as it would be if you and I were inducted into the Hall of Fame together." Mickie said, looping Trish's arm with hers.
"Hey Mickie, listen, we need to talk." Trish said, taking her arm away.
Even that simple touch had sent a shiver down Trish's spine but the blonde had been careful not to show it. She couldn't afford to show any weakness, not now. This needed to end, it was the only way.
"I know, I know, but look how hot you are..." Mickie said, distracting Trish from her thoughts and indicating to the copy of WWE divas magazine which she had in her hand.
"Stop," Trish said, trying to get Mickie to listen to her, "We need to talk. Stop it."
"But I was just going to say that my grandpappy would be looking down on us..." Mickie began.
"Don't, don't, don't do that." Trish interrupted.
"Do what?" Mickie asked.
"You know what, every time we're about to talk, this comes up." Trish said, desperately trying to think what to say, "Alright, look, you're just too much."
"I was just..." Mickie started.
"No, no, you show up at my autograph signings, I get here at noon and there are twenty text messages from you..." Trish said.
"We were going to go to the maul..." Mickie said.
"No, it's not normal Mickie." Trish said, "And, you know, everywhere I turn your there, ok, and last week with your face was... was... in my... and I'm watching you on unlimited and what, what are you doing with that," Trish said, pointing to Mickie's magazine, "Are you licking that, what, it's not, it's just too much, and I just don't want any more of it, so I just think, you and I, we just need some time apart, alright, so, I just need my space from you, ok."
And with that Trish quickly walked away leaving Mickie alone in the room.
Once out the door Trish practically began running to her car, desperate to try and get out of the arena before the tears started to fall.
She had been trying to break up this thing, whatever it was, with Mickie and she couldn't and she wouldn't analyse why it was she was so sad about this break up... no wait, this wasn't a break up, that was the wrong word, she wasn't breaking up with Mickie, they were never dating, she would never date a girl, even if that girl had given her mind blowing orgasms... so many mind blowing orgasms... no, she would not think about the mind blowing orgasms, she would focus.
Mickie was trying to turn her into her bitch. Of all the nerve. That big headed little dyke thought she could just turn her, Trish Stratus, multi-time women's champion, into her bitch just by what? Seducing her under false pretences? Trish didn't think so. And what, was she supposed to be some girl's bitch just because she let her fuck her up the ass? And so what if it felt good. So what if she had enjoyed submitting to Mickie. It didn't mean anything. She wasn't gay, she'd never been gay, and she never would be gay.
Trish was just going to go back to her hotel room and not think about that manipulating seductress who had fucked her so wonderfully and just move on with her life. It really was just that simple... wasn't it...
Mickie stood there stunned for a long while before finally crying out, "Trish!"
But Trish had gone.
Sitting down on the couch Mickie brushed back her hair and began to think. She had just been rejected by Trish, the one diva in the entire WWE Mickie couldn't live without having in her collection. And to her it was more than just about adding another bitch to her collection. She loved Trish, and she wanted them to be together, and she knew they belonged together, but Trish was just so deep in denial she couldn't see it. Or she didn't want to see it. Either way it was both really sad and really, really annoying.
Why couldn't Trish see they were meant for each other? Mickie had made Trish cum so hard, and the brunette could remember how much the blonde had squealed with joy as she had fucked her pussy and ass with her mouth, tongue and strap on, so why couldn't Trish just admit she liked being Mickie's bitch and accept her fate? Why did Trish have to be so difficult? Why did Trish have to be so ungrateful? Didn't Trish see that all Mickie wanted to do was bring her pleasure? This just wasn't... fair!
Seething with rage at her rejection Mickie stood up, and began to leave, trying to keep her anger inside herself but it was just no use.
She needed release.
Screaming in frustration Mickie lashed out, Mick kicking the first unfortunate person to cross her path.
The second the kick connected with the victim's head she crumpled to the floor like deadweight.
Looking down Mickie was surprised to find the victim was none other than Candice Michelle.
Candice was part of a stable on RAW which had been nicknamed Vince's Devils because awhile back the three of them had been conveniently swooning all over the owner of the WWE Vince McMahon, almost like the WWE was scripted and Vince had written it that way. Anyway, Candice's stable-mates included Torrie Wilson and Victoria and together they had gone out of their way to make Trish's life, and Mickie's life by association, a living hell.
Vince's Devils had been a problem for Mickie, a problem she had been meaning to deal with, a problem which now she had the opportunity to deal with.
Looking around Mickie grinned to herself realising there was no one around, grabbed Candice by her 'come fuck me' heels and dragged her away to do exactly what Candice's heels asked.
