Dear Crush

Dear crush, I been watching you very closely for the past couple of weeks. And have to say, you're a really amazing wrestler. I always had this fantasy that I was in the ring with you (alone of course), and that we had a romance candle lit dinner for the two of us. We talk, have a few laughs, and then you would lean in a give me a sweet, long, passionate kiss. If you get this letter and the feeling about me as I do about you, maybe this can be our first date.

Forever yours,

The queen bee, Madison Rayne

I finish writing the letter with glee in my heart. Today was the day I would show this to the person I was in love with. I would lay all my cards on the table and tell her how I feel.

As I walked out of the knockout's locker room, I bumped into her, the hardcore country herself, Mickie James.

"Watch where you're going, princess." Mickie told her.

"I'll do whatever I want, and I'm not a princess, I'm a queen." Madison said as she walked off.

Mickie watched as the self-proclaimed "queen bee" of TNA walk off, she noticed there was a letter on the floor. As she picked it up and read it, her eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing. One thought set in her mind.

"Madison Rayne is in love with me." Mickie whispered to herself.

She didn't know what to do about this. Of course, she always had feelings toward women and, hell, even toward Madison. But love was a totally different thing.

She knew at least she needed to talk to someone about this, so she calls up the one person who could help her.

On the phone:

"Hello"

"Hello Tara, this is Mickie."

"Hey Mickie, what's up?"

"Can I come over to your house to talk to you about something?"

"Sure, see you in a few minutes

"Ok, bye"