Hope you enjoy this fanfiction. Loraine belongs to me; all others belong to WWE. Just for a note, I am not speculating anything. This is a character of mine placed in the WWE.

Chapter 6

MONDAY NIGHT RAW (THE FOLLOWING WEEK)

Everyone was in an uproar after the last RAW. Midnight took out Mickie James. What was that all about? Adamle loved it and the world was blown away. Had she gone heel?

It was the question on the Undertaker's mind. He hadn't seen her yet tonight. She had avoided him. Again.

Midnight was in her dressing room when Triple H knocked on her door. She opened it and let him in. Triple H sat on the couch and looked at her.

"He's worried about you." He began.

"Whoop-de-shit." She replied harshly.

"Look, I don't want to get involved, but he wants you to be safe."

"He's a moron."

"Just talk to him? For me?" Triple H asked.

"Fine." She gritted out.

He left the door open and the Undertaker swiftly closed it as he came in and sat on the couch. It looked like one motion.

"What?" She spat.

"I was worried. Why did you go after Mickie like that?"

"Easy target. Teach them to trust Midnight. It's cold and unfeeling, like you."

The Undertaker shifted his position. "It can't work between us."
"Bullshit." She looked at him. "You won't date me to protect you. I hate you more than words can express for me right now."

"I understand. I'll make you a deal."

"I'm listening."

The Undertaker stood. "If you win the match at the next pay-per-view, on Sunday, I'll announce publicly that we are dating. If you lose, you can't pursue me any more."

"Will we actually be dating?" She looked skeptical.

"Yes."

"Fine. You have a deal."

The Undertaker walked out, smirking. Mickie James hasn't been beaten for almost 8 months. What hope did she have?

Back in her dressing room, she started reviewing tapes of Mickie. She sighed. How could she beat this woman?

She would cheat. Just like her, she smirked. You can't beat the darkness, but you can sure as hell try.