A/N: This popped randomly into my head. I was thinking of starting a series with this, but I changed my mind at the last minute. I don't know how long this is going to be yet. I'm still thinking of ideas for a seven or eight part series.

Chic, that icon of Mickie you put up for me was the inspiration for this.

Let's just say, for those of you who have heard, I'm putting off my retirement for this Halloween. I wanted to leave, but these ideas keep raping my brain like Batista against Zack Ryder.

"I QUIT!" Mickie screeched throughout the hallways of the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois. She just found out that she had to job to Kelly Kelly that night. Mickie had a recent heel turn, and was often seen tagging up with Beth Phoenix and Katie Lea. She was also going back to her psycho gimmick that she used in her feud against Trish Stratus.

"You quit what? Smoking?" Stephanie McMahon asked, who just so happened to be wandering the hallways at that time.

"No, I've never smoked," Mickie answered, almost snapping back at the Vice President of Creative Writing.

"Then what are you quitting?" Stephanie wondered.

"THIS FUCKING JOB!" Mickie screamed, tossing her arms up in the air in disgust. "Stephanie, how can you let them write me like this?"

"Hey, I've been out for a while, Micks. My dad approves everything, anyways," Stephanie quickly explained.

"Since when did the WWE lose the second 'W' in its name?" Mickie asked, flustered. "I wrestle, Stephanie. I contend for titles. I don't strip in front of the crowd like a whore. I thought this was a professional business, but I guess not." With that being said, Mickie stormed off in search of Vince McMahon.

"Mickie, where are you going?" Stephanie asked, shuffling her very pregnant body towards where Mickie was heading.

"I'm going to see your father to ask for my release."

"No! Don't do that. I'll have them change it or something. Mickie, you can't go."

"Yes, I can."

"No! You're one of the only things the women's division has to offer anymore. If you leave, then Melina will, too. Then Beth…Victoria…Jillian…Natalya…Katie Lea…"

"Then your father will have exactly what he wants: a bunch of naked whores running around," Mickie snarled. She wasn't mad at Stephanie. This wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that her father was a horny old bastard. He knew that hot chicks got ratings, not girls who could fight.

"Please, just don't leave. Don't ask for your release," Stephanie pleaded one last time.

"I am leaving and I am going to ask for my release. And I know exactly where I'm going," Mickie said with a sly smile.

"And where is that?"

"A place where women matter. A place where I once was. Steph, I'm going back to TNA."