Training

Over the course of the next few days you have gotten to know Mickie James pretty well, she has agreed to train you for your upcoming match with Asuka, she has fought Asuka before and lost.

You work over moves with the former women's champion over and over unsure if you have got the skill to take down the current champion. Motivated by anger and fear for what might happen if you lose you push through and before you know it you have the show is only a day away.

Sara:"Hey Mickie, thank you for helping me train. I've learned a lot and feel really good about my chances."

Mickie smiles:"Well kid you're a quick learner, I have always wanted a pupil. but listen, you have to end this match fast, you're not going to beat her if it drags out."

You nod glistening with sweat from the days lesson you feel confident in your abilities and think perhaps of making the move to the main roster once it all gets settled.

Sara:"Mickie, what did she do to you?"

Mickie's face burned:"Hopefully you never find out for yourself. I don't wish to talk about it." you shake your head still a little nervous, what could it be? ****? humiliation? questions raged into your mind about it, but if you win nothing will happen so just focus on that.

You finish off the day out on the town dancing and having a little bit of fun, you return to the hotel shower up and pass out on the bed.

When you come to, the day is already underway. You freshen up get dressed and head toward the arena.

You arrive like normal and head to the locker room where Mickie is waiting for you. she gives you a hug.

Mickie:"Good luck girl, I know you can do it." you proceed to watch the rest of the matches from the back and get dressed in your white leather outfit again before you know it it's your turn.