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"You worthless piece of shit!" The Miz shouted. "Damn slut!"

Thankfully no one was around to witness any of this. The Miz kept kicking and slapping a slim, green eyed brunette. The young girl was on the floor, beaten and in tears. This young girl was Jade Calaway, Miz's girlfriend. Miz grabbed Jade by the throat, shoving her against the wall. The anger was building up in his eyes. He was way too close to snapping his girlfriend's neck. Jade was beyond tears, begging Miz to stop. But, he wouldn't listen. It was like a split personality had taken over. She should've been used to this by now. Miz usually took his anger out on her.

"Don't you ever talk back to me again, Jade!" Miz snapped.

"Mike, I'm sorry," Jade sobbed. "Please stop."

Miz didn't plan on stopping. His anger still had the best of him. Jade was ready for more kicking until John Morrison showed up. Miz let go of Jade's throat, letting her slide to the floor. Morrison pushed Miz away, telling him to go cool off. The Chick Magnet simply nodded his head before leaving the locker room. Morrison sat on the floor next to Jade, pulling her into a hug. Jade wrapped her arms around Morrison's torso, sobbing into his chest. As much as she loved Miz, she couldn't deal with this for much longer.

"Jade, why don't you tell someone?" Morrison asked. "I know your uncle would love to rough Miz up."

"It's not that simple, John," Jade replied. "If I get my uncle involved, Mike will get even angrier with me."

"He's not angry with you. You know he loves you."

"I know. It's just…I don't know who he is when he's like this."

Jade knew that her uncle, Mark Calaway a.k.a. The Undertaker, would gladly help her with Miz. But, she knew how Miz would react. He would go totally insane. The twenty-two year old knew she had to work things out on her own. Morrison hugged her tighter, letting her know that he was there to help. Jade let out a sigh, a frown crossing her lips. How did such a tough girl like Jade get herself into this mess? That's what Morrison was still trying to figure out. He still couldn't understand what made Miz snap, what made him want to beat the holy hell out of his girlfriend.

The Miz took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was standing by the catering people, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't working too well. He loved Jade and he hated hurting her. But, when he got angry he couldn't control himself. The reason for today's outburst? Jade's ring attire. Miz had found it too revealing, especially since CM Punk was practically salivating over her. Jade had fired back with one of her usual sarcastic remarks. Something about the tone of her voice had caused Miz to flip out. He knew he'd have a lot of begging and groveling to do when he saw Jade. He also knew she'd be avoiding him for the rest of the night. Why did he always screw up with her? Every time something went right, he screwed it up.

That was really the only thing he was good at lately. Or maybe Jade was just easy to piss off. No, that wasn't it. Jade was beyond sweet and she hardly ever got angry at anyone. Miz ran his fingers through his hair as he started pacing back and forth. He was already trying to figure out the perfect way to apologize. Miz turned and he bumped into something black. When he looked up, he saw The Undertaker standing before him. Miz nearly shit his pants, backing up against the wall.

"I hear you've been abusing my niece," The Undertaker growled.

"I-I-I didn't mean anything b-by it," Miz stammered.

The Deadman grabbed Miz's throat, pushing him up against the wall. "You lay another hand on Jade and I will personally rip out your lungs."

"Yes, sir. Please don't hurt me."

Undertaker glared at Miz, rolling his eyes back in his head. He pointed a warning figure at the frightened 'chick magnet' before storming off. Miz closed his eyes, waiting for his breathing to get back to normal. It was bad enough that he always regretted hurting Jade, but having The Undertaker scare the living hell out of him was so much worse. But, Jade had a mean streak that had made Miz cry. Once. She still wouldn't let him live it down. He laughed, thinking about that moment.

Somebody cleared their throat. Miz looked up to see Morrison glaring at him. He knew his best friend was about to give him hell. But, he deserved it. At least he knew that much. However, the only thing Miz cared about at the moment was if Jade was okay. He was sure that she was, he just needed to hear it from Morrison. The two best friends stared each other down, neither wanting to start the conversation.

"Jade," Miz managed. "Is she okay?"

"You nearly snapped her neck," Morrison spat. "She's got a busted lip but she'll be fine."

"I didn't…I didn't wanna hurt her."

"So what was it this time?"

"The way she was dressed. Punk was all over her."

"You're exaggerating. He's her best friend."

"You didn't see the way he looked at her."

"Jade's hot, guys are gonna look at her. Get over it."

"You don't look at her like that."

"She'd personally kill me if I ever did."

Miz managed to laugh, knowing that was true. Jade wouldn't hesitate to kick your ass if you did something that she didn't like. Especially if you looked at her like you wanted to get her in your pants. Miz was the only one that got away with that, for obvious reasons. Right now, he just wanted to find Jade and apologize. He knew it was too soon and Jade wouldn't even speak to him. Morrison noticed the look on his best friend's face. Something about Jade drove Miz blissfully insane. It was obvious that he really loved her.

"You okay?" Morrison asked.

"Does she hate me?" Miz countered. "Does she completely despise me?"

"Jade loves you more than anything. You know that."

"I just don't wanna lose her."

"Two words. Anger. Management."

"Here's two more. Ass. Hole."

Morrison rolled his eyes. The problem with Miz was that he wouldn't get help. He preferred fixing things on his own. That was all well and good, except that Miz couldn't fix this. He couldn't control his anger. Morrison had tried countless times to help his friend. Nothing had worked. Nothing Jade tried had worked either. There wasn't much else Morrison could do. Not unless Miz asked for help. But, that was unlikely.

Jade ran her fingers through her silky brown hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. Why did she always get herself into such a mess? Why couldn't she just leave Miz? That was easy to figure out. She loved him more than anything. Jade groaned seeing The Undertaker headed towards her. Somehow her uncle had found out about Miz's latest anger spree. How? Jade didn't bother questioning it anymore. Her uncle knew her too well.

"I'm fine, Uncle Mark," Jade sighed.

"I didn't say a word," Undertaker replied.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Jade, he's not good for you."

"He loves me. And I love him."

"Is it really worth the abuse and derogatory comments?"

Jade frowned, turning away as she folded her arms across her chest. She knew, somewhere deep down, that he had a point. Was it all worth it? Jade kept telling herself that it was. Lately, she'd been doubting it all. She never knew when Miz was going to snap, if he was going to break a bone. Jade looked away from her uncle, sighing. She didn't want to admit he was right. She hated being wrong. When the brunette looked up again, Undertaker was gone. In his place a CM Punk, a guilty look on his face. Jade knew exactly what this was about.

Punk knew that he was the reason Miz had flipped out on Jade. She was his best friend but he couldn't help but check her out. She was gorgeous. He should've shown better. Miz was always way too overprotective. Punk ran his fingers over Jade's busted lip, a frown still on his perfect lips. He knew she'd tell him it wasn't his fault. But, he couldn't help feeling like it was. One of these days, Miz was going to end up severely hurting Jade. Punk didn't want it to be because of him.

"Stop," Jade muttered. "I hate when you give me that look."

"What look?" Punk asked, confused.

"That guilty puppy dog look."

"Jay, it's my fault Miz flipped out. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, Punk. It's mine."