Thread: Authority (KellyKitty)

He was serious? With a look of disgust on her face, Mickie would just glare at Jericho, unable to find words at the cruel punishment he was placing upon her. Apologizing to him was bad enough, but apologizing to those other three women? It was something only a monster would make her do. She knew she was in no place to argue, but she kept hoping, and waiting for the man to burst out laughing, simply to state it was a joke, but that moment never came. A tear rolled down her cheek, accepting the terms that he pushed onto her. The last thing he said was what just pushed it over the line. Slowly, she nodded, looking down at her lap. Wiping away the tear, her attention was focused on Jericho. Her eyes showed hatred for the man, but in an annoyed tone she began to speak. I'm sorry... She said slightly grumbled. At least the ass-kissing part wasn't literal like it was for Vince and Trish. I'm sorry for coming in here and trying to demand something from someone like yourself. I should have known that I had no right to ask something from someone as great as yourself, and for that, I'm sorry. With that last sentence, Mickie got up and made her way to the door. Without even looking back, she pulled it open and headed outside, slamming the locker room door shut behind herself. Fixing up herself as she traveled around the arena, the brunette searched for the people she had to apologize to. Eventually, the diva ran into both Michelle McCool and Layla who were chit-chatting amongst themselves by the table of food that had been set up for the superstars. Standing behind them, Mickie took a deep breath before tapping Michelle on the shoulder. Okay.. Ew. Don't touch me Piggy James. The blonde raised both her hands up, before turning around. How did you know it was her? The stench? The earth-quake causing foot steps? Layla asked with a sneer. All of the above, Layla. Michelle said with her arms crossed, giving Mickie the death stare. So what do you want? Mickie tried not to get bothered by the under-handed comments, and with a deep breath, she mustered up the courage to do what she had to. Look, Michelle... and Layla. I know we've had our differences, and I don't want to fight anymore. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. And with that, the former champion stuck out her hand to the new one. Yeah.. no. Who knows where that hands been? Michelle raised her hands up and walked away in disgust, Layla following right behind with her usual cackle. Shaking her head, Mickie turned back to head in the direction of Vickie's office, but she was quickly stopped, feeling herself bump into something heavy. Ironically enough, it was Vickie herself, who now had water all over her top. M-Mickie!! With an ugh type of sound, Smackdown's consultant began to storm off, shouting at the top of her lungs. You'll never see that title again! I'm sorry! Mickie repeated it several times, walking behind her before giving up. She had apologized to all three women now, and the next thing she had to do what return to Jericho's locker room. The former women's champion had decided that she had enough of all of this today, and slowly began making her way back to her locker room. The diva closed the door behind her, forgetting to lock it however. Stripping off her clothes, Mickie headed inside her shower. Trying to forget all of today, she spent a while inside, relaxing underneath the hot water. After a while, she stepped outside and wrapped a short white towel around herself. Mickie stood inside her bathroom, with a smile on her face, feeling much better than she did before.