It was suppose to be simple…she was out there to announce the upcoming match but something goes horribly wrong and she finds herself being saved by the last person she ever thought would help her out….
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number 1 contender to the WWE championship…introducing first, Chris Jericho!"
She announced as she stood in the center of the ring a huge smile dawned on her pretty face as she watched Y2J walk down the ramp and enter the ring. He gave her a quick smile and a wink before walking over to one of the turnbuckles and leaned against it to await his opponent.
"And his opponent…." she began, but suddenly the lights went out for a brief second and when they came back on she noticed Chris Jericho was laid out in the middle of the ring, she dropped the mic and went to check on the fallen Canadian.
"Chris…come on….open your eyes, please!" she begged, concerned for her friend. She could hear the audience screaming a mixture of cheers and boo's at the same time she turned her head to motion for the EMT's to come out and that's when she was grabbed by the throat in a tight vice-like grip.
Fear flooded her eyes as she stared into the angry eyes of the Mexican Aristocrat, Alberto Del Rio. "Listen here missy, you will not be introducing anyone the rest of the night because I'm-" and within seconds he had the petite brunette down on the mat and had her in his agonizing armbar which had put out many superstars.
The petite brunette screamed out in pain, tapping her free hand fervently on the mat hoping that would get him to release her but it didn't. Finally about after a minute or so she heard the audience cheering and she was suddenly released from his grip, she laid there holding her arm to her chest as a referee waved for the trainer to come down.
Before the trainer even had a chance to come down and check on her she was being scooped up in someone's arms and carried backstage, she managed to tilt her head up a bit to see who her savior was. The Miz.
"Why?" was all she could manage to say. He said nothing, just continued his quick pace to the trainer's locker room.
Once they reached the locker room he carefully set her down on the exam table, not wanting to bump her possibly injured arm any more than it already was. As the current Intercontinental champion turned to leave, Haley reached out with her good arm and touched his bicep.
The soft gentle touch caught Miz off guard for a second, but he turned to acknowledge her. His bright blue eyes shining with concern for her.
"Please stay." she told him.
He nodded and stood beside her on the exam table as her arm was examined carefully by the trained medics. She bit her bottom lip in pain as they tried to extend her arm to see the extent of the injury, Mike saw this and took her free hand in his.
"Why?" she asked again, curious about why had had come out and saved her.
"Because Hales….its you." he began to explain. "And if you haven't figured it out yet I'm crazy about you." he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.