Mickie walked into the locker room, aching from the beating that Kelly had given her.
"Good match."
She jumped, then backed up against the wall as the two men approached.
"W-what do you want with me?"
"Easy, Kitten. We just want to talk, my brother and I. See, we've been, watching you."
"And you seem like the kind of woman who can hold her own against us."
"So we have a proposition for you."
Mickie raised an eyebrow.
"I'm listening."
The younger of the two placed a chain around her neck.
"Be with us," he whispered.
Mickie shivered, not from fear, however.
"Why do you want me? Why not one of the others?"
The two laughed.
"The others are weak. You are strong, powerful. We like that about you."
Mickie smiled.
"So you want me to pick between the two of ya? Is that it?"
The older brother smirked.
"Well if ya did, I know you'd pick me, Darlin."
"Not true, big brother!"
Laughing, Mickie pushed herself off of the wall and walked to the door.
"This has been fun, boys, but I'm gonna need some time to think," she said as she took the necklace off.
"We understand, Kitten. Let's go, big brother."
The older one grumbled, shooting a glance at Mickie.
"Hey Glenn, Mark?"
They turned.
"Yes?"
"I'll give you my answer tomorrow on Raw."
They grinned before walking away.
Mickie closed the door and sighed. This was gonna be a hell of a ride.