Last Name
by barry effin gibb
chapter one;
Take it Off
"This is your coming out party," a blonde smiled gently, leaning over and hugging her brunette best friend. The brunette sighed and rolled her eyes, but that didn't make the blonde give up. "This is the party showing your stupid jerk of an ex, Jason, that you deserve so much better than him!"
Mackenzie Lewis looked at her feet nervously as they stepped out of the elevator, being dragged by her friend to their hotel room at the Belagio. Quietly, the brunette was pushed into a room and thrown to the bed while her friends giggled.
Mackenzie had been dumped by her boyfriend of three years last week and she hadn't been that bubbly personality that her friends had loved. She looked up in time to see her best friend, Carrie, walk to the door and open it, popping her head out.
"There is some sexy sexy men in Vegas, Kenzie," Carrie said in a whisper, tilting her head back to the downtrodden brunette.
To humor her friend, Mackenzie stood up and fixed her white sundress, leaning out the door and looking down the hallway where two men were standing and talking loudly.
"I don't understand," Mackenzie heard from the taller of the two. He was muscular, he was tan and he was somewhat handsome – not really Mackenzie's type, but she could definitely see Carrie with him. "You're the Must-See champion, you're the biggest name in the biz," the man ranted. "You deserve the penthouse, not some eleventh floor crap!"
The shorter male tilted his head lazily at the man next to him and gave a small smirk, raising an eyebrow. "You're right," he said, "I am, but there was just a little mistake," he shrugged. "They gave the same room to Randy – he ran down to figure it out, relax. You and I both know we will not be on the eleventh floor – we will be in the penthouse, of course." He stroked a large gaudy belt that was over his shoulder as he spoke.
The taller one continued, "I just think it is absolutely bull shit that you have to-"
"Hey," the shorter one said, rolling his eyes as he motioned down the hallway to where he had spotted the girls poking their heads out. "There are ladies present," he said, before jerking his head up in a "what's up" fashion, before giving a wink to them.
Mackenzie and Carrie squealed in horror of being caught before throwing each other back in the room, "Oh my God!" Carrie said loudly while Mackenzie locked the door.
"He was handsome," Carrie gushed, laying on the queen sized bed that they would share that night. "The shorter one was too."
Mackenzie ignored her and sighed, "What's our plans for tonight?" she asked, moving to the adjoined bathroom where her suitcase was, applying some chap stick before checking her reflection.
When she had been dating Jason, she had been comfortable wearing her hair up in ponytails, wearing sweatpants and flip flops constantly back home in her small hometown in Wyoming. Jason dumped her after all that time for some bimbo who had dressed in mini dresses, heels and did her hair every morning. So, to prove him wrong, Carrie had paid to get Mackenzie's nails done, to get her a few new clothes and pairs of heels. Mackenzie's blonde locks had been dyed dark brunette and extensions thrown in... but when Jason had no desire to return to her, she had cried her eyes to Carrie – who decided that a trip to Vegas was just what the Doctor ordered.
"We've got a dinner reservation at Caesar's Palace and then we're going clubbing," Carrie nodded. "Are you excited? Maybe I'll ask those guys to escort us to dinner," she grinned playfully.
"Can we just have a girl's night? I mean, it's bad enough that we're only in Vegas for twenty-four hours," Mackenzie nodded, turning to look at the bubbly blonde.
"Of course, dinner will be a girl's night, then we'll be able to get us two sexy men to dance with at the club," Carrie beamed.
"Who says we have to just have two?" Mackenzie grinned.
Carrie giggled, hugging the girl tight, "There's my Mack! Let's get ready!"
The squeals had not surprised him, after all, he was the Must-See champion, he was the hottest commodity in the World Wrestling Entertainment business, as his close friend Alex Riley had pointed out in the hallway. He supposed what surprised him was the fact that after the girls had ran off, his eye sight was still on their door, as if willing them to come back out to face him.
Not in a bad way, no... he had seen them eying them up and for once, Mike Mizanin felt like the prey, instead of the hunter. And that didn't feel too good to him, especially being the Chick Magnet. He was always supposed to check the girls out first – not vice versa. He watched his friend Randy Orton come back up to him and took the card key that the Viper offered.
"Your just down the hall," Randy's low voice said, "The penthouse already is taken," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"By who?" Alex objected.
Randy smirked and shrugged, "Three guesses," he said sarcastically, knowing full well that John Morrison and his boo, Melina Perez had taken the penthouse for a romantic weekend before Wrestlemania.
Almost half of the WWE Roster had gone out to Atlanta early so they could get settled and would have no excuses for losses, while Alex, Randy, Mike, Melina, JoMo, Cena, Eve and Evan all had flown straight from the last Monday Night Raw before Mania to Vegas for two days of R&R.
Alex scoffed, "It should have gone to us," he said, motioning to himself and Mike.
"Whoa," Mike said loudly, "What the hell? You think you're staying in the same room as me? Please, forget it, better go down to the front desk and get your own room, I ain't bunking with you – especially when I plan on bringing a few of the girls back to my room to look at my Championship belt," Mike smirked.
Randy gave a chuckle, "You're sick man," he said, "I'll catch you later, though – I gotta go call Sam and let her know I got in alright," he nodded.
Mike rolled his eyes, before Randy got married, he had been the life of the party. He had been buying the girls at the bar rounds of shots, asking to do body shots, bring them back to the hotel room and have his way with them before he'd leave for another city and more girls. But Samantha really had settled him down, which made him take the partier role over...
"You're going to the club?" Alex asked before Mike could.
Randy ignored them and opened the door to his room, shutting it with a click.
"I'll take that as a no," Alex mumbled, turning around to face where Mike was, only to be alone. "Dammit!" he whined, picking his duffel bag up and walking towards the elevator to get his own room.
"I want a drink, are you good?" Mackenzie yelled over the throbbing bass that echoed through out the club.
"I'm good!" Carrie giggled, dancing sexily up against a blonde with washboard abs – who was oddly enough not wearing a shirt. Mackenzie laughed and turned on her heel, walking up to the large bar that went around the dance floor. Mackenzie sighed and sat on a stool, her feet were killing here – but Carrie insisted she wore a pair of high, black Louboutin ankle boots which were gorgeous, yet painful.
While Mackenzie doubled over to rub her ankle, she heard a voice behind her.
"The price of beauty, huh? Painful?"
Mackenzie turned her head to see the shorter of the two men from the hallway, dressed in a suit – a black jacket with slacks and a red button down shirt underneath. His blonde hair was styled in a faux hawk, which seemed to fit his personality. His piercing blue eyes were bright even in the dark club, his smile wide as he looked her up and down.
Snorting gently, Mackenzie nodded her head twice, "Pretty painful," she said while the male sat in the seat next to her.
"What are you drinking?" he asked.
Even though Mackenzie knew this would be a half assed way to pick her up, she played along. "Appletini," she nodded.
The male threw his arm up and yelled over the noise to the bartender, "Gimme an appletini, for her, a Budweiser and two shots of tequila," he said. He smiled back at her, "I'm Mike, by the way," he said, holding his hand out.
"Mackenzie," she nodded, shaking it softly.
"What brings you in Vegas?" he asked over the music, as their drinks were delivered.
"Just a girls' trip," she told him, sipping her drink. "What about you?"
"Business," Mike nodded, shrugging his shoulders. "Just here with a few coworkers," he said. "You're the girl from the hallway, aren't you?" he asked, giving a knowing smile to the brunette.
Her cheeks flushed and laughed, taking more of her drink before nodding her head, "My best friend, Carrie over there," she said, pointing over to the blonde who was now dancing with the other man from the hallway. "Brought me to Vegas to get away from my past in Wyoming," she nodded. "Get away for a while... and she told me Vegas had hot men here, so she was proving her point by pointing you out to me," she shrugged.
Mike laughed, "You can have a past in Wyoming?"
Mackenzie smirked, "Ha-ha, very funny," she said, taking the slice of green apple out of her drink and biting into it.
Mike's eyes went to her lips around the apple and blinked a few times before laughing, taking a long sip of his beer. "Get away? From what? Are you a murderer? Cause that CSI thing is here and they'll catch ya," he teased.
"Just a relationship that lasted too long and ended with him choosing another path," Mackenzie shrugged.
"Gotcha," he said, "I just got out of a rough relationship too," he informed. "She works with me, moved on for some guy with a tons more cash than me," he shrugged. "But I mean, whatever. The joke's on her, I'm better than that guy in the grand scheme of things anyway," he nodded.
"What do you do?" Mackenzie asked, interested all of a sudden.
Mike smiled, "Entertainment," he said.
She nodded, "Nice," she said, eying the shots of tequila.
He noticed, put his beer down and smirked, pushing one of the shot glasses over to her.
"To new friends," Mike said, holding the shot glass up. "And to forgetting the past," he smiled.
"And to Vegas," Mackenzie grinned, clinking her glass against his, throwing the shot back and feeling the burn down her throat.
"Awesome," Mike smirked and hit the glass down on the bar top. "Another round for me and my friend!" he yelled out.
And that's how it started...
OHMYGOD, I'm WRITING A MIKE MIZANIN/MIZ STORY. WHAT HAPPENED IN THE WORLD? I dunno, I heard the song "Last Name" by Carrie Underwood and I had to see Mike in Vegas, having fun and waking up to a SEXY girl who's name he won't really remember. And this story will be set present time; so let's pretend they're in Vegas before Mania, kay? :D
Banner will be up soon, I hope you all love this...
Three reviews? I'm really happy with this so far, let's see how many of you all wanna read it! I'll update ASAP.
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