Raw's pyros exploded, signaling the start of the show. Tonight was all about action, and of course, romance.
Mickie walked through the hallway, smiling brightly. Tonight, the boys were gonna get a nice little shock. The Diva was wearing a crimson skull top, black miniskirt, and knee high leather boots.
"Damn, Mickie. Who's it for?"
She turned and laughed at Randy.
"My boyfriend."
"Since when did you have a boyfriend?"
"I have two. And they love me."
Randy shook his head.
"Who?"
"You'll find out when they do!"
Kane and the Undertaker stood in the middle of the ring, celebrating their victory.
Hardcore country!
Mickie skipped down the ramp and slid into the ring.
"Hello, Wichita! How we doin tonight?"
They screamed, and she smiled.
"Now you two asked me a very simple question last week, and I think it's time you get your answer."
They looked at her, waiting impatiently.
"My answer, is yes."
Kane picked her up in a hug, smiling happily.
"You're ours now."
Mark smiled.
"Our girl."
"Your girl."
