To be honest, I don't fancy myself a good writer. But who knows, hopefully, I can learn.
Let's be honest. I know very little about backstage going-ons at WWE. Forgive if my story is somewhat inaccurate in that aspect.
I based the story around Miz and my OC, but characters like Dolph and Layla will play into it frequently.
I plan to use a lot of characters, if you like; you can send a request or ideas. I'll likely need them. x]
Reviews aren't mandatory, but highly encouraged. Let me know what sucks, and if possible, what rocks.
Cheers all. =]
Mike was actually pumped for a change. After months of pushing for something interesting to happen for his character, creative had finally listened, and it seemed like Mike was in line for a push at the WWE Championship. He'd been in the main event before, in fact, he emerged victorious in a WWE championship match at Wrestlemania. How many WWE superstars could brag about that? After that, Mike had slipped into irrelevancy slowly but surely.
It was okay, everybody has to pay their dues, and not everybody can be in the title picture at once, but Mike wanted something to work for. Jobbing out to several other superstars was finally getting old. And last week at Raw, the Miz had pinned John Cena to become the #1 contender to the WWE championship, held by CM Punk. The part that spoke to Mike, and the entire roster, was that Mike pinned Cena cleanly without cheating. Because Cena was seen as the face of the company, that spoke out a lot.
Tonight, Mike would be facing WWE Champion CM Punk, John Cena and his former mentee Alex Riley in a six man tag match. His tag partners would be the former #1 contender Chris Jericho, who by the way was not happy about being de-pushed for the Miz, and a brand new superstar. Miz was stunned when he heard the news. New superstars debuting in the main event was incredibly rare. Already in his gear, Mike had ten or so minutes to spare before he was called up. He decided to call his girlfriend Maryse and check up on her, but she didn't pick up.
'C'est Maryse, je ne peux pas tre atteint, je vais revenir bient t.' came the somewhat tired reply from her message tone. Although Miz had been dating the French-Canadian ex-diva for a long time now, he still didn't know what that actually meant.
"You're up now, Mike." Johnny Ace's irritating voice jolted Mike out of his daze.
Mike signalled with his hand, and followed his boss. "So this new kid, is he any good?" Mike asked as he sent another text to his lover.
Johnny snorted. "He better be, he's pinning Punk tonight."
"Whoa!" Mike scoffed. "This guy is pinning the WWE champion on his first night? I thought I was getting the push!"
As they rounded the corner, Johnny patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. At least, it was supposed to be reassuring. It was probably the least sincere thing Mike had ever been a part of.
"Yep, you're in the spotlight," Johnny replied, obviously tired of hearing criticism. "We've got it worked out. When the shit breaks down outside the ring, you'll get in and give Punk a boot to the jaw, and the kid will pin him."
Mike tossed the idea around. "That's cool."
They rounded the next corner, and there were Punk, Riley, Jericho, Cena and... Oh, so that's the new kid! What is he, only eighteen? Five foot and four? five? inches tall, can't be more than 160 lbs. Deep red sleeves, but no shirt. Nice tan. Does this kid ever go inside? Wow, that's a mean six pack! Deep red punk denim pants. Red converse shoes. Platinum blonde hair, medium long, cut to one side, covering his left eye. Nice green eyes. And is he wearing makeup and eyeliner? Does this kid have any idea that he's competing as a superstar, not a diva? Although, Mike thought, he'd be very pretty as a diva. He's like a male Maryse! Wait, what did his inner monologue just say?
The boy smiled a shy, slightly crooked smile and extended his slender hand. That was adorable. Wait, what was that I thought?
"I'm Alexi. In ring and out." he said in a delightfully sweet British accent. Despite the confusing mental battle going on in his head, Mike reciprocated.
"You know me dude, I'm the Miz!" he replied with a tad too much pep to seem nonchalant. "But you can call me Mike. Or the Awesome one."
Alexi broke eye contact. "Of course I know you, I've been watching you for years!" he said. "But-"
Alexi suddenly got cut off as Cena's music hit, and Cena began doing his entrance. Alexi looked incredibly worried, nervously cracking his fingers. Eventually, Mike had enough. He hated that sound.
"Surely kid, you can find a better way to soothe your nerves." he said lightly, but in a slightly menacing way.
Alexi exhaled deeply. "I never thought I'd make it here. And now that I have, I'm not sure I'm ready."
Mike was finding talking to this stud new guy kind of difficult. "You probably aren't," he chuckled. Alexi frowned. Mike mentally kicked himself.
"Look, Johnny's got a lot of faith in you," Mike added, trying to sweep his last comment discretely under the rug. "Just do what you can, and forget the crowd. If you upset them, who cares, right? You're playing a heel!"
With a not so subtle glare, Jericho passed by the two and his music hit, and he left to make his entrance. Alexi screwed his eyes shut.
"He hates me, doesn't he?" he muttered.
Mike relished in the British accent, then remembered to reply, and scoffed. "Everyone hates you this week, man. You main event Raw and you pin the champion." Mike smirked. "Next week it'll be someone else."
Suddenly, new music rang through the building, and Alexi hopped off the table he was sitting on, and began to make his entrance. The music was modern dance music. Was Alexi going to be pushed as an androgynous wrestler? Otherwise, Mike had no idea. Another thing he was confused about was the way that Alexi's natural charm had already begun to affect him like a virus. He instantly liked the kid. Who couldn't? That is, if he hadn't been so abruptly pushed to the main event of Raw.
Mike had been so busy talking in his inner monologue that he nearly missed his cue, and narrowly made it out in time for his music. As for the match, the match played out well. Mike and Chris exchanged frequent tags as Alexi cheered them on from the apron. After surviving a lot of offense from Cena, including a very painful dropkick that connected and made his jaw do that awful cracking sound, Mike hit a mean big boot to the jaw of Riley.
What came next was standard tag team match protocol, Mike and Chris would continue to land offense on a mainly defenceless opponent in Riley. Eventually, Chris made the tag to Alexi, and this was what everybody was waiting for. Mike was completely shocked, Alexi had been so mild and likeable backstage, but he had turned into a savage aggressor in the ring! Alexi tossed Riley across the ring by his hair, beat his head on the mat, and performed a very impressive Sitout Argentine Backbreaker. It was remarkable that a man that small could lift a man like Riley.
Eventually, Alexi locked in a standard full nelson to Riley. Mike bit his lip. For the final submission before the hot tag, a full nelson would appear very lacklustre. However, Mike, and everybody in attendance, was impressed when Alexi drove his knee into Riley's ribcage, forcing Riley into a sitting position, before seating himself and replacing his arms in the Full Nelson with his legs, into a painful looking Lotus Lock, screaming to the crowd that Riley was his bitch now.
Even the opposition looked impressed as they continued to rile the crowd before Riley would eventually break the hold and tag in Punk. From there, Alexi sold all of Punk's offense to perfection, until a point where Punk hopped on Alexi's shoulders. Alexi however, was obviously not ready, and buckled under Punk's weight. But to Mike's relief, Alexi angled the fall in a way that draped Punk's throat on the ropes, before rolling him up, letting Punk kick out and continue his offense. That was a fantastic save.
After a GTS from Punk, sold somewhat adequately by Alexi, Miz and Jericho broke the pin, as typical heels do. As per usual, Cena and Riley (who no-sold all the previous offense) would enter the fray and the action would spill out of the ring. Mike threw Riley into the barricade, and it looked like the two in the ring were ready for him to interfere. But Punk was too close to the ropes... Mike hopped up on the rope, and swung a huge boot over the top tope and connected Punk in the side of the head. The crowd booed incredibly loudly, and Punk sold it like a champ.
Alexi quickly, but still selling Punk's offense, grabbed him by the head and wrapping his arm around Punk's throat. It looked like Alexi was going for a reverse DDT, but instead, the combined effort of Alexi and Punk sent Alexi somersaulting forward, bringing Punk's head onto Alexi's shoulder as Alexi hit the ground in a sitout position, a somersault stunner. That was kind of cool. Alexi covered Punk, and the referee counted to three, and drew the match to a close as the crowd began chanting 'You're a homo!' Alexi didn't seem to care, as he soaked up the heat from the crowd with an air of utter spite and arrogance, like a good heel.
Backstage, Mike had finished getting out of his ring gear, and back into a casual "I'm Awesome" shirt and a pair of denims. Walking outside, he ran into Alexi again, who was having, from the looks of it, a very humourous and interesting chat with Layla and Eve Torres. Wow, he's been making some lady friends quickly. But Eve's a sucker for a good looking guy. Layla loves everybody, and everybody loves Layla, so that's invalid. The conversation ended as Eve left the duo and strutted out of the room.
"Oh, Mike!" Alexi's delicate, British tones rang again through Mike's body, and he felt himself drawn towards the young man.
"Yeah, mate? Layla." he nodded to acknowledge their companion.
"Thank you heaps for making my first night so successful," he smiled. He turned to Layla. "I was sooo close to chickening out before the match!"
Miz grinned and leaned against the wall as Layla began to speak in her own English accent.
"Ohhh, I hear you Alex," she began, with that pep that everybody expected from her. "First match back, I was at Extreme Rules after rehab for a year! But they gave me the Divas Championship as a present, because they love me."
"Ooooh!" Mike couldn't help himself. "Did you get a Bratz doll with that belt?"
Layla gave Mike a playful punch in the arm as Alexi quietly laughed.
"You know I could Layout you any day of the week, Mike!" she teased. "But anyway, we're glad we ran into you, word on the grapevine says you don't have plans tonight."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Who told you that? How did they know?"
Layla shrugged. "I just made that up, but anyway, my new boy toy Alex and Eve, AJ, Kaitlyn, Nick and I were going to do some dancin', a li'l romancin', and we'd absolutely love you to come along with us!" Alexi nodded.
Mike had another internal battle. A night out with Layla was a night never forgotten. The other people she listed were close friends or friendly acquaintances. And he'd love to get to know Alexi some more. But the part of his brain that knew Maryse would be expecting his nightly phone call told him that he really shouldn't. Maryse never approved of him going out, especially with Layla, who had the reputation of being essentially a cupid with a 99% success rate.
"Sorry ladies," he said, with his signature smirk, as Alexi pretended to be offended. "I've gotta rest up, I'm buggered."
Alexi and Layla sighed in unison.
"What a letdown, Mike!" Layla exclaimed. "Shame on you!" she shoved his shoulder.
Alexi extended his hand. "Have a good one anyway, Mike. See you at the next house show!"
Mike shook Alexi's hand, and gave Layla the hug she demanded, and waved as he trekked towards his ride.
"Night guys, enjoy your romancin'!" he said as he left, in a British accent to tease the others, and listened in glee to their mocking laughter.
Back at his hotel room, Mike felt lonely and deeply regretted not going out. He felt bitter as he imagined his friends enjoying night life, and he was stuck here, waiting for Maryse to maybe answer his call, depending on whether she felt like playing hard to get, or not. After ringing Maryse's cell, other cell and her home phone several times for two hours and getting no response, Mike had finally had enough and threw his cell at the wall in a rage. He hopped in the substandard shower, and began to soap and wash his body, letting the steaming hot water burn off the sour loneliness and rejection stemming from his distant and very rocky relationship with Maryse.
When Mike began to wash his intimate area, he, like any man, began to get aroused. Hey, why not? It's not like anybody's around to bust me. They're all our having fun. Miz began to fondle his steadily growing erection, before slowly beginning to jerk it, leaning against the cool masonry of the shower wall. He imagined Maryse as he slowly jerked himself off, gently moaning to himself as he imagined her gorgeous body. The things they'd done together, everything ran back into his mind as he sped himself up. Then he remembered he was angry with Maryse, and his thoughts drifted to Layla... and ... and Eve... mmmmm... Eve had a great body... mm.. faster...
Mike was going full speed at the thought of Layla, Eve, Layla, Eve, Alexi and his gorgeous accent and pretty face and sexy abs. Suddenly, Mike exhaled deeply as his eyes rolled back, and he shot a full load that painted the glass door of the shower.
After he gathered his wits again, he felt ... wrong. Did he seriously just cum to the thought of Alexi? Mike felt disturbed. He was straight! He always liked women. He's dated that bitch Maryse for a long time so ... what was that? Mike was worried. This wasn't right. He was shaking as he curled up under the covers of his bed. Would he be able to look Alexi, or for that matter, Maryse, in the eye again?