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Chapter 10

Mike Is Nervous

Episode Four Practice:

Mike grabbed Evan and did a standing moonsault. "Not bad" he heard Emma voice, he spun around and saw her standing on the ramp. "I thought we were supposed to practice Mike?" she said with her arms crossed.

"We are, I was just practicing the moonsault with Matt while I waited for you." He replied as Evan got out of the ring.

"I think its crazy you are going to use one of my finishers to beat me when you have your own signature move." She said as she climbed into the ring.

"C'mon Princess, I don't write the story-lines." He said with a smile.

"What did I tell you about calling me Princess?" she said.

"I can't recall." He smirked.

"Let's just practice." She said rolling her eyes.

"I'll go easy on you." He kidded. She glared at him. "You are quite the feminist aren't you?"

"Feminist, no, but I don't like being treated with kids gloves either. Lets practice that moonsault so you don't botch it tomorrow." She said she walked over and stood beside him facing the opposite direction. He hooked her arm and leg and did the moonsault. "Good job Miz, I guess you can learn after all." She said as she stood up.

He gave her a dirty look. "Let's just go through the steps of the match and make sure it flows okay?"

"Okay boss man" she said with a smile.

They worked through the match, step by step, walking through the arena. The more they worked the more nervous Mike became. He didn't want to wrestle in this match. He was really afraid something might go wrong. He couldn't bear it if something happened to Emma, especially at his own hands.

When they finished with the standing moonsault in the parking lot, Emma laughed.

"What are you laughing about Garrett?" he said, staring at the laughing red-head.

"If you treat me like that tomorrow, no one is going to believe we are wrestling."

"I don't want to hurt you Emma"

"Please Mike you aren't going to hurt me." She said. "You always tell me to make it convincing." She kidded as they walked back into the arena. "Are we done here?"

"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow Emma"

"See you Mike." She walked away, he really wanted to run after her, grab her, spin her around and kiss her but he refrained. They were just now starting to act civil he didn't want to ruin their working relationship, so he turned and went into the men's locker room.

THE LOCKERROOM WITH KEVIN KILEY:

Mike had just finished changing when Alex, aka Kevin, entered the room. "How was practice?" his manager asked him.

"Just fine." Miz said.

"It doesn't sound like it." His manager said as he sat next to him.

"I'm just worried, that's all."

"Worried about what?"

"What if there's a botch and she gets hurt?"

"She's fine, why are you so worried anyway. She's not your responsibility."

He looked at his friend. He couldn't help but give him a dirty look, he may be right, but he cared about her and even if it wasn't his job to take care of her he wanted it to be.

"It's just this is dangerous and. . ."

"And what, please tell me you are not falling for that girl"

"C'mon Kevin please don't start that."

"I'm just worried you're going to fall for another girl just like her, and Emma IS just like her, and than you are going to end up miserable again! Can't you date a nice girl?"

"Emma is nice; I'm the one that's been an ass to her. I took the story line to seriously and now she hates me."

"Oh, shut up, big deal she hates you, if she doesn't like you than clearly you weren't meant to be with her, so give it up, you'll find someone better."

Mike felt the sudden urge to punch his best friend right in the face; instead hebag and storm grabbed his duffel ed out slamming the door. He didn't want to compete in this match and he was going to try to get it changed. He pulled out his cell phone as he walked to his car and dialed Vince McMahon's number.

Mike Vs. Vince:

"What do you want Mizanin?" Vince McMahon answered the phone.

"I want you to change this stupid storyline before Emma gets hurt."

"Why would Emma get hurt?"

"What if there is an accident Vince, people get injured all the time in this business, this is a dangerous match for her"

"Are you saying she can't handle it?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying, I'm saying you are taking her safety too lightly, if she get's injured, I don't think. . ." he stopped.

"You'd be able to handle it?" Vince said.

"Yes, I don't want to hurt her."

"So you're saying you aren't a good enough wrestler to have a falls count anywhere watch with a rookie diva? Why did I give you the belt Mizanin?"

Miz bit his lip. He wanted to throw the phone, to cuss, or scream or drive all the way to Connecticut just so he could punch his boss. Instead he took a deep breath.

"No sir, that's not what I'm saying, I'm just concerned wit her safety."

"Well she hasn't protested the story line and unless you are worried about yourself the story line stays as is Mizanin. I'll look forward to watching it."

With that his boss hung up. Mike threw his phone across the rental car and cussed. He didn't want to have this match, but he didn't have any other choice.