Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its superstars. I am in no way suggesting that the Diva Search is predetermined in real life.
A/N: Okay, so here's another story from my old poll. I told you they'd all get written. Here is the Morrison one. I know Chic will enjoy it! There's a picture of Harlow in my profile.
The In Crowd
Chapter 1: Surprise!
Mike Mizanin was the first to get to the locker room he shared with John Hennigan, Matt Hardy and Rich Young at the Wolstein Center in Cleveland, Ohio for the next ECW and RAW taping. Tonight was going to be fun. He was in the state he'd been born and raised in, had a match against Rich on ECW, and he and John got to host the 2009 Diva Search.
He wasn't sure of all the details yet because he hadn't gotten his script, but he was sure tonight was going to be a good night. Chicks all around. He and John were going to go out and celebrate his homecoming tonight after the taping. Maybe they could bag contestant or two...
He heard the locker room door open as he assembled his gear, but didn't turn around right away. Suddenly everything went black as his eyes were covered from behind by a pair of small, delicate hands and the smell of Britney Spears perfume filled his senses. That definitely wasn't a guy.
"Guess who!" an excited feminine voice that sounded oddly familiar squealed. "I'll give you a hint. I'm the winner of the 2009 Diva Search." The voice clicked instantly once more than two words were said and Miz let the words flow through his mind again.
"Harley?" he guessed, not believing it himself. But it made sense. He was in Ohio. But the Diva Search winner? Her? That had to be a joke.
Her hands fell down to her sides and Mike spun around to see who he'd guessed; his pretty little sister, a grin plastered on her angelic face, blunt blonde bangs covering her forehead and hanging into her crystal blue eyes.
"Surprise!" the bubbly blonde exclaimed, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around her biological brother. Mike stood there for a minute, completely taken off guard. "I'm the newest addition to the ECW roster!" His sister was a Diva? His sister? His sister who always said that wrestling was stupid?
"Who are you and what have you done to Harley?" he asked stiffly. The younger girl just giggled and pulled away, blue eyes sparkling in the florescent lighting of the backstage area.
Her hand reached out and pushed him back by his t-shirt covered shoulder. "Oh shut up. Modeling just wasn't... exciting anymore. I needed something fresh, so I figured why not? Lo and behold, I go to the Diva Search audition and they hire me on the spot. So I enrolled in UPW until they aired the competition. Even though I've already got it in the bag."
Mike blinked in complete and utter shock. "UPW? Wait a second Harley. I need to take a seat," he muttered, sitting down on a bench and trying to let all this information sink in. This changed a lot for him. No longer would he be able to be the laid back, Chick Magnet he was. No. Now he'd have to watch her every move, and make sure Playboy scouts stayed the hell away from her.
Mike had always been overprotective of Harlow. She was too sweet, and too naïve. And—ugh, the other guys! New Divas were always on the radars of all the single superstars in the locker room (and some of the not so single ones too). He was going to have to hear them talking about how they thought she was hot. That prick Dave better stay the hell away from her; he liked to rob the cradle and Harley was only twenty-one.
Harlow's demeanor suddenly dropped and she slumped down beside her brother. "You're mad." It wasn't a question, but an observation.
Mike sighed and rubbed his face. "I'm not... mad. Just...do me a favor and stay out of Playboy, please?" Harlow's face brightened again and her musical laughter filled the room before she fell to the side into her brother and wrapped her arms back around him.
"This is going to be so fun Mikey. We can travel together and everything," she sighed happily. They had always had an unusual relationship for a brother and sister. They hardly ever fought when they were younger, and Harlow had always looked up to Mike. And of course Mike had always looked out for his little sister, no matter what it took.
"Yeah..." Mike groaned, still thinking about having to hear it from his peers.
Harlow stood and crossed her toned arms over her surgically enhanced chest, stomping a heeled foot onto the hard floor. "You don't seem very happy for me Mike." He looked up at her upset face and sighed again, standing and wrapping her in a comforting hug.
"I am. It's just... shocking. You didn't even tell me you were in UPW. Hell, they didn't even tell me! I trained there forever, damn it."
"I wanted to surprise you," Harlow said in a sort, sad whine. She knew how to make anyone feel bad. Mike plastered on a huge grin and gave her a tight, bear hug.
"I'm happy, I'm happy. Okay? Is mom here?" he asked, changing the subject.
Harlow seemed to get over her brother's obvious reluctance to accept her new career choice and shrugged. "I don't know. She said she was coming but I haven't heard from her yet. It's still early." Mike made sure to send his mom a ringside ticket every time the WWE was in Ohio.
"All right. Well I gotta go get my script. Wanna come with?" He wasn't leaving her in here alone; that was for sure.
"Okay. You can point me in the direction of the hotties," she declared, ready to walk out the door until Mike grabbed her arm and pulled her back in. His eyes locked onto hers and his serious face came on, making Harlow gulp a little.
"No. No way. Off limits. Every single one of them. Don't even think about it Harls." Harley scoffed at her brother's rule. That wasn't fair at all.
"What? Why not?" she demanded. He couldn't tell her what to do. She was twenty-one and it's not like she was some virgin saint or anything. She was a model, and a swimsuit model on top of that. Guys flocked to her.
"Drop it. You're not here to pick up guys. And if you are, you're in for a rude awakening because the girls that come here for that get eaten alive," Mike cleared up. Harlow rolled her eyes and proceeded out the door, muttering under her breath.
Truth was, she liked wrestling. It was fun. She didn't watch it that often because her modeling career was very demanding. But she tried to catch her brother every once in a while. And she'd definitely taken notice of his chiseled tag team partner.
Who she'd never met.
Probably on purpose since Mike was so overprotective.
They went into the office to grab Mike's script, Harlow having picked hers up as soon as she'd arrived. She hadn't thoroughly looked it over yet though.
"Miz! Great! And this is your sister, if I've done my research correctly?" Stephanie McMahon asked as the two approached the pile of scripts.
"Yeah. What's the deal? I didn't hear anything about this." Stephanie smiled and stood from her desk.
"Well, we loved her. She has the look, the style and the personality of a Diva. The Diva Search scouts didn't even know she was your sister when they picked her. It's going to work differently this time. She went through some training on her own, so instead of playing this whole thing out, we're just going to reveal her the winner tonight. It's in your script. Go over it with John and if you have any questions, you know where my office is," Stephanie instructed.
Mike scratched the back of his neck, looking slightly confused, but nodded and led his sister out of Stephanie's office. This was just too weird for him. Harlow had always insulted wrestling, and here she was, going behind his back training and getting a job with his company?
Suddenly, like lightening, realization hit him. He spun around and stopped, making Harley bump right into him. "Hey, what the hell Mike?"
"This was Mom's idea, wasn't it?" Mike accused, pretty sure he was right on the money here. He watched Harlow shift her weight, then shake her blonde head, a smirk lifting to her cherry stained lips.
"Maybe." Mike huffed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Oh, come on. Am I really that irritating to be around?" she asked, large blue eyes begging him to say no.
How couldn't he?
"Of course not Harls. I'm just trying to make sense of your apparent desire to be here." Mike tossed an arm over her shoulders and proceeded to walk down the hallway, back in the direction of his locker room to see if John was there yet.
Mike knocked on the door, just in case someone's package was hanging out. That's the last thing he needed with his sister right there. "Yeah!" he heard someone yell form behind the door and pushed it open cautiously, peeking around the corner before Harlow could even glimpse into the locker room. Oh, she had a pretty good idea there could possibly be a hot, shirtless wrestler in there. A shaman of sorts perhaps?
Seeing both John and Matt already there, just sitting round and organizing their things, Mike fully opened the door, pushing Harlow in before him, then clicking it shut.
His fists clenched as soon as he saw both men eyeing his sister, though it was partially out of curiosity. Matt was classy enough to avert his eyes, but John wasn't so subtitle, and Miz saw the smirk appear on his lips. "Hey man. Who's your friend?" He was using that tone; the one Mike knew well enough to see that he had intentions of picking her up. The only pictures John had ever seen of Harley were when she was thirteen and younger.
"This is Harlow, John. My sister." The look wiped right off John's face and he cleared his throat, eyes shifting elsewhere. That's right. "Harley, this is Matt Hardy and John Hennigan."
"I know," the happy blonde replied, stepping forward to shake Matt's offered hand. He gave her a dimpled smile and she almost melted into his warm, brown eyes. "So nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Pulling herself a little reluctantly away from the elder Hardy, she moved on to Morrison, slightly disappointed to see he had a shirt on. What an injustice.
"So, you're the famous Harley. Enchanté," John greeted charmingly, lifting the back of her hand to his lips. Being a model, Harlow had spent a lot of time around gorgeous men and women. But the thing about a lot of those models was that they had zero personality. She already liked these gorgeous wrestlers better, even if one was laying it on a little thick.
Mike glared daggers into the guy he considered to be his best friend. Just what does he think he's doing? Why would he think it was okay to mack on his sister? That's just like... an unwritten rule! Thou shalt not covet thy bro's sister!
"Come to watch the show?" Matt asked while Harlow made lovey eyes at John after taking a seat on the bench. She could see his muscles sliding around under his tight t-shirt, but managed to tear her herself away to look over at Matt.
"Yes. And no. I won the Diva Search." Matt nodded his head, knowing that the girls that the WWE liked all got contracts ahead of time and that the winner was already predetermined, despite votes. "There's going to be no voting this year. Tonight's the only night the other contestants are going to be here. I basically get to clean house. Right Mikey?"
Harlow jumped up form the bench and hopped onto her older brother's back. Inwardly, Mike groaned, seeing John and Matt stifle their laughter at his sister's cute little nickname.
"It's Miz, Harley."
She just scoffed and rolled her eyes, climbing off his back. "Oh please. I am not calling you that."