Mickie has arrived.

You see the lovely Mickie James standing up, her body bathed in the sunlight.

You try not to stare in awe for too long.

"Hi there. Happy to see you- both of you."
"He's cute," Lita says, rubbing your bare shoulder, "Good call."
"Absolutely. I had to entice him a bit, but I think it was worth it."

You sit up and Lita joins you.
You help her to her feet (not that she needs it) and she smiles.

"So courteous too. Some guys get a bit entitled these days," the tattooed wrestler says.
"True. It's why we're picking guys outside of the industry."
"Say, is Stacy ready?"
"I'll go check," Mickie says.

She walks down the beach and calls out to somebody.

A long, tall blonde stands up and she's not wearing a bikini top.
Mickie says something to her, so she covers up as she turns to see you.

"I'll get my top," Stacy Kiebler says.

As she does that, Mickie comes over.
You put your arm around her and Lita.

"Not to question a good thing, but why do you want to get pregnant so badly?"
"Two reasons," Mickie says, "It's the only guaranteed way to get time off. No Off Season, remember?"

I guess Vince McMahon survived the culling of mankind.
Of course, he did!

"Plus, besides the fact that kids are adorable, you get paid big time if you can have a boy," Lita says, "It's like winning the Lottery."
"I'm ready to scratch my ticket now," Stacy says, joining you two and smiling.

You smile.

"Take me away- I'm yours," you say.

The trio lead you inside to Mickie's beachside estate.