"CHAINS OF LOVE"
CHAPTER ONE – HARMLESS FLIRTING.
Why Hello everyone! Remember how I promised you guys a fresh new start? Well here it is! I have decided to do a couple that I doubt has been ever used. I was originally going to go with Riley/Maryse, BUT I went in a new direction. Later on in the story, expect a bit of sibling rivalry.
I hope you guys enjoy this fic and remember to please leave a review. See you at the bottom! Thanks for reading.
I watched on as Randy Orton's closed fists repeatedly came in rapid contact with the mat. This could only mean one thing – The viper was coiled and that was it for The Miz. Just minutes ago, Miz came sprinting down the ramp with his red briefcase in hand and cashed in his money in the bank. All that time Miz had spent planning to cash in the brief case for the title would be worth nothing. This was it. Randy Orton was ready to pounce. I paced around the side of the ring, banging my fists against the mad every few seconds, trying to get Miz's attention. He couldn't lose this match; but we all knew it was over.
Miz gradually got to his feet as Orton watched in anticipation. I couldn't watch. It was too hard. I squinted my eyes shut once I saw Orton get to his feet. Just then I heard the crowd burst into cheers, or they just made a lot of noise. My curiosity got the better of me as I opened my eyes only to find Orton inches away from hitting an RKO. Then, out of nowhere, Miz hooked his arms around Orton's neck as a counter and the crowd knew what was about to go down.
Miz hooked his leg between Orton's and then sent his face down into the mat. Miz just hit Orton with the skull crushing finale! I paused, absolutely stunned at what had just gone down. I couldn't believe it. This was Miz's chance. Miz rolled an unconscious Orton onto his back and hooked his leg. I watched anxiously from the apron as the ref began to count.
"One." The ref counted as his hand came down to the mat. "Two." This was it! If Orton stays in his exact position for a second longer, Miz would be your new WWE Champion. "Three!" The refs hand came in contact with the solid mat beneath him and called for the bell. Miz rolled over all sweaty and bothered, while I jumped as high as I could as if I had a trampoline was underneath me as the referee called for the bell. Miz was champion! He did it! He really did it! I began to process what had just happened and climbed into the ring and ran over to an out of breath Champion.
"I'm the WWE Champion." Mike "The Miz" Mizanin pointed out to me for the – what seemed to be – millionth time since exiting the ramp. I chuckled softly at Mike before placing a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Mike was staring straight ahead as he spoke, but he soon jerked his head in my direction, a goofy, kind of stunned expression on his face. "I'm WWE Champion!" He repeated as his voice was directed at me. Mikes action caused me to shake my head playfully at him.
"Yes, Mike. You're the WWE Champion." I spoke with a small smirk forming from the corner of my lips. "Come on Mike, you know you deserve this. Don't act so god damn surprised!" I told Mike who was paralysed with shock. "Mike?" I questioned the dazed Superstar. "Mike?" I repeated. "Michael Gregory Mizanin!" I basically shouted into Mike's ear.
Mike stumbled slightly, obviously somewhat startled by the volume of my tone. Mike snapped himself back into reality finally and slowly turned his head in my direction. Mike stuck his tongue into his cheek as he placed a hand on his hip and glanced to the ground before glancing up at me, annoyed at the fact that I had called him by his full name. "What did I say to you about calling me, Michael – let alone Michael Gregory?" Mike questioned in a stern tone as he furrowed his eyebrows at me. I abruptly placed my hands in front of my body in defence as Mike send a cold glare my way.
"Calm yourself, Champ." I winked towards Mike as the smirk that was previously on my lips returned.
"Smartass." Mike forced a small grin and I knew I had him defeated, he couldn't stay mad at me for long if I was referring to him as the champion, now could he? "Now, you can't exactly talk, Mr. Kevin Robert Kiley." Mike sent a mocking wink my way.
"Fucker. You know I hate my name." I snarled half-heartedly as I pouted slightly. I really did despise my mother for naming me that.
"No shit, Sherlock." Mike smirked as we walked towards catering, so Mike could proudly show off his gold. "Now come on, I have to find –" Mike began, unable to finish his sentence before I cut him off.
"Maryse?" I say with a faint nod which quite easily earned a small smile from Mike.
Mike placed his hand on my shoulder. "Oh, Kevin. You know me too well." Mike told me with a wink. "Anyway, I'm going to go off to find Frenchie. What do you say we meet up tomorrow morning and we can go for a jog?" I nodded as we both shared our departing goodbyes before I decided to go get my things from the locker room.
I took hold of the hour-glass shaped bottle and raised it to my moisten lips before downing most of the dry, liquid contents. I sighed softly as I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and held it in front of me. I had one missed call. I didn't even have to read who it was from, because I knew exactly who it was from. I let out a small groan of frustration before placing my phone on the bar beside my half-full beer and run a hand through my short, dark hair.
In no time the once-empty bar stool that was sitting next to me was taken by a slender brunette who was wearing a tight red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Even I couldn't resist looking toward my left. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked over the attractive female smiling slightly at the sight that was quite literally sitting beside me.
The brunette – as I now called her – must have felt my eyes on her, because eventually her vision obstructed from the bartender that had taken her order to towards me. Once the brunette took sight of me, a smiled instantly appeared on her lips. Once I caught a good glimpse of her face, the once unidentified female turned out to be one of The Bella Twins, from memory of when Mike pointed them out to me, I would confidently assume that it was Brianna.
"Kevin Kiley; fancy seeing you here." The twin said as a smirk toyed on her lips. "It's quite surprising you aren't following Mr. WWE Champ around, as per usual." She winked as she took her beer off of the counter and brought it to her lip.
"Aren't we the comedian?" I responded to the attractive diva. The twin shrugged nonchalantly as she took a swig from her drink. "As a matter of fact, Brie, Mike is out with Maryse, and I'm not usually one to play third wheel." The brunettes head snapped in my direction.
"How do you know I'm Brie?" She queried with a raise of her brow.
I shrugged nonchalantly toward the diva, mocking her previous action, taking a mouthful of my beer as the dry taste lingered in the back of my throat for a few moments. "Intelligence and Awesomeness – two things that come in rare form. But after all, I am the rare breed." I smirk at Brianna who couldn't help but chuckle softly at my remark. "So, was I correct?"
Brianna – who I was pretty damn sure it was – sighed and gave a small, very faint nod. "Yes, Mr. Kiley, you were correct. The better twin, Brianna is indeed in your presence." Brianna told me with a cocky grin. "Lucky you." Brianna added with a side glance toward me, the Varsity Villain.
"And here I was thinking that Nikki was the cocky one." I told Brianna with a teasing smirk. Brianna lightly shook her head.
"Nah. You are very mistaken, my dear." Brianna began as she turned her body to face me and reached for her drink. "You see, Nicole is the overly angered twin." Brianna commented with a playfully tone. Brianna's eyes momentarily searched the room for something or perhaps somebody in-particular. "And Nicole is also the 'easy' twin." Brianna spoke with a sigh as she motioned me over to the corner of the room where she was looking previously.
My eyes followed and I noticed Nicole, Brianna's twin sister – obviously – making out with a blonde man, who once I got a better look at turned out to be Nick Nemeth, also known as Dolph Ziggler. "Well, she certainly isn't shy." I began as I studied the two going at it like two wild animals on the discovery channel. I looked back at Brianna who was finishing up her drink. "I take it you were the third wheel at some point tonight?" I questioned.
Brianna nodded. "Yes I certainly was. One minute, they were innocently talking and discussing pointless things." Brianna began in a calm tone. "And then," She began as her eyes widened slightly for effect as memories of what happened earlier tonight flooded her brain. "It just got disgusting. Hands were roaming in places I didn't need to see hands roaming, Tongues were coming in contact and worse of all –" Brianna began cutting herself off as she made a face and held a hand to her heart as she swallowed hard. "The noises, Kevin, the noises that they were making was just awful! I had to get away!" Brianna somewhat over-reacted as she glanced up at me.
I was silent before I began chuckling aloud, before I knew it Brianna joined me in a having a small laughing fit. Once we both got a hold of ourselves and had shaken off the terribly images, Brianna was first to speak. "Want to dance?" The Italian and Mexican decent diva took me by the hands, despite my objections and dragged me towards the dance floor. I was incredibly stronger than the diva, yes, but something about having her hands on me didn't sound at all unappealing, if anything, I was eager.
Brianna began swaying her hips to the music, which was an incredible turn on if you ask me but once she noticed that I was standing there, slouched and not dancing along with the breathtaking beauty she stopped what she was doing and folded her arms over her chest. I shrugged, not seeing that I had done anything at all wrong. "What?" I questioned as I noticed the glare Brianna was sending me. "I don't dance." I stated sternly as I looked down at the diva, who sighed in an aggravated tone. "But I can tell you like to, and you're pretty good at it as well, so feel free to dance for me. I wouldn't be openly against it." I smirk and Brianna couldn't help but crack a small smile at the comment, but didn't hesitate in punching me in the arm.
"Look, Kevin it's pretty easy. Just let me help you." Brianna suggested and I shook my head, placing my hands out in front of my body as I stepped back a step. "Kevin!" Brianna moaned in frustration. I sighed and pursed my lips out to the side and reluctantly sighed as my body slouched over.
"Fine!" I gave in, which caused Brianna to exclaim gleefully and take both my hands. Brianna began to lead me as her hips swayed against mine. I didn't know if it was meant in a flirtatious manner, but to be honest, I was enjoying it way too much. Brianna's hips began to lightly grind against me and I was beginning to melt right then and there. Before anymore decisions could be made, my phone went off.
"Who is it?" Brianna called over the music as she turned to face me. I held the phone out in front of me and contemplated whether to accept or decline the phone call. "Kevin?" Brianna questioned in a hushed tone as she moved closer to my ear, trying to get her tone over the music.
"It's uh," I hesitated. "It's nobody." I say as I declined the phone call, which was from my girlfriend. I would probably get in trouble for this tomorrow morning, but right here and right now, none of that mattered. I quickly texted Beverly and explained to her that I was out and would call her back tomorrow morning. I really didn't see the harm. At most, between Brianna and I was harmless flirting – though, even though Beverly was known as the jealous type, I honestly didn't see why anyone would make a bit deal of anything.
But, I guess, what she doesn't know won't kill her, right?
Voila! There was the first chapter. What do you think? Please guys leave reviews – just don't flame the couple.
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