"Kane!"
Mickie James ran toward the seven-foot man, jumping on his back and clinging for dear life.
"Hey, Mickie. Where's the fire, huh?", asked Glen Jacobs, also known as Kane.
"No fire," the small woman giggled. "I got something to show you!"
Jumping off and pulling the man toward the men's locker room, Mickie looked around to make sure that it was empty.
"Mickie, what are you doing?"
She gave no answer, but merely dug for her ipod and speakers, searching for her favorite song.
"Don't talk until I'm done. It took a while for me to put this together."
Mickie sang along as Superbass by Nicki Minaj filtered through her speakers.
This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC with the cooling system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah that's that super bass
Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah that's that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass
boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass
This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas in the moguls
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look
Then the panties comin' off, off, uh
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
Chorus
See I need you in my life for me to stay
No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay
No, no, no, no, no don't go away
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way
Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
As she sang, Kane watched in awe while she moved to the rhythm of the music, until the song ended and he was staring directly into her eyes.
"I couldn't think of any other way to tell you how I feel. I understand if you don't like me that way, but you needed to know."
Kane looked at the small girl's waiting brown eyes, not saying a word. He was shocked and flattered that somebody like Mickie would do that for him.
Mickie mistook his silence for anger and disgust, quickly looking down.
"Oh God, you hated it, didn't you? I knew this was a bad idea. I'll just leave, I guess. Sorry for wasting your time, Kane."
Mickie turned to leave, embarrassed that she had done something so stupid. She had one foot out the door before clapping began to echo through the room.
Turning to look behind her, Mickie found that it wasn't just herself and Kane in the locker room. Now it was filled with her friends and coworkers, all applauding her performance.
"Where did you guys come from?"
Randy Orton spoke first, still clapping quietly.
"We came back here just before you pulled Glen in here, Mick. Melina figured something was going to happen when she saw you tackle him in the hallway, so she hid us in here."
Looking around the room, the Diva saw that there were smiles on nearly every face.
Except Kane's.
"This was stupid, wasn't it? You hated it."
Kane stared at the small girl, trying to form a complete thought.
"I didn't hate it, Mickie," he said quietly. "I'm surprised you would do this for me is all."
Mickie looked down shyly.
"You're worth it," she muttered.
"What was that, Mickie?", Randy said, laughing.
"I said, he's worth it."
Those words did it. Kane strode across the room, grabbing Mickie's chin and tilting it up, before claiming her lips roughly with his own.
Shocked, Mickie waited for a moment, finally wrapping her arms around the tall man's neck.
"I love you, my short little songbird."
Laughing, Mickie threw her head back.
"And I love you, my big, red devil."
Who knew just one song could bring two people together?