Title: Black Silk Scarf
Author: Eiris Hales
Pairings: MizxMaryse
Summary: She left him a little token to show him she was impressed with his work, and that she didn't think he was a loser after all.
A/N: I was bored, so I came up with this in like ten or fifteen minutes. Sorry if it's not the best, but eh whatever, I mean I tried.
It was only a few months ago that he, just as a single wrestler parted away from John Morrison was by himself, showing the worl d what The Miz alone could do. He was free, not tied down to any tag team partner. He could do whatever he wanted, fight who he wanted, and have what, or in some cases, who he wanted.
But at that time, a certain blond French Diva wasn't at all impressed. She thought he was just another babbling idiot destined to go no where. Another hopeless cause. Another nobody. And even when he tried picking up on her, Maryse just brushed him off. That childish personality of his, that cheesy and arragont grin – Maryse just rolled her eyes at the very thought. She was just bored and disgusted by him and everything that was attempting and failing to be. It was like a small, field mouse trying to impress a majestic, proud lioness. It didn't work. But, she told him, if he actually won some matches and picked up his game, she'd pay maybe a speck of attention – if he was lucky.
Time had passed and Miz's preformance went up and down and everywhere in between. Maryse was getting sick and bored of it all. What was the point? This loser was going nowhere, like she predicted in the beginning. But eventually, Miz had improved and was doing all he could to aim for the top. And with some sketches with some other wrestlers, he even made her laugh with his goofiness. So, she decided to finally take mercy on him.
Walking passed his locker room, she wanted to give him a little token to prove to him that she was starting to become impressed with his work, and a little bit interested in him. After all, he may act stupid, but he was kind of cute. When she walked down the hallways and passed the locker rooms, she stopped at his door. Taking her favorite black, silk scarf, she tied it around the doorknob. She gave it a day, may be later tonight until her phone would be ringing.