AN: Now, the fun one. I've thought about this chapter a lot, and I even had to switch some matches around to keep everything relatively accurate for Survivor Series. That made me realize how hard these matches are for people to make. Jesus. Anyway… This chapter features a Time Skip of Doom (That was thrown in just for you, Kiharu), meaning I didn't want to type up every RAW and Smackdown until Survivor Series. So, this is the chapter of Survivor Series.
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.
BehindTheFacade
Survivor Series was here at last. Mike and Chris had been perfecting their tag team moves and their flow with tagging one another, and their relationship had bloomed from disliking one another to a tentative friendship. Though Chris wouldn't admit it out loud, he found that he was falling for Mike. It was strange for him to think that he could already be so close to in love with a man that he couldn't stand only a few weeks prior, but he didn't think too much about it.
Backstage at Survivor Series, he finally found Mike, sitting there, looking at the Unified Tag Team Championship belts. He already had on his ring gear, as did Mike. They were both black, Chris' with Jericho on the back of the trunks in blue, and Save Me on the boots, also in blue. Mike's were the same he usually wore, however the parts that were usually black were blue, and the trunks themselves were black. His boots were black with blue faces on them. They were the official trunks for Team Ego, as they were going to be called. Chris was just happy to be away from 'JeriShow'.
"You okay, Mike?" he asked. Mike looked up at him nodding. Chris then noticed that Mike already had the United States Championship belt around his waist. Mike was going to come down with the Tag Team Championships on his shoulders.
"I'm going to go sit in the lounge and watch the matches before ours. You wanna come?" Mike asked, standing. Chris nodded.
"Sure."
The two of them moved to the lounge, just in time to catch the end of the dark match where Santino beat Chavo. Unfortunately for the Guerrero, those matches were all scripted, and all for him to lose. Chris thought it was horrible, but Chavo had dug his own grave when he was forced to agree with everything Vickie said. Chris made a mental note to try to get Chavo the respect he deserved.
The opening fireworks for Survivor Series shot off, along with the official Survivor Series theme song, by Art of Dying. Mike rolled his neck around, getting comfortable in his chair as he watched. The first match of the evening was Team Ziggler vs. Team Morrison. Mike had been the one who was originally supposed to be leading what was now 'Team Ziggler', but when Vince decided that he was going for the tag team gold, it was given to Ziggler. Mike and Chris watched the teams come out.
Team Ziggler consisted of Dolph Ziggler, Drew McIntyre, Sheamus, William Regal, and Jack Swagger. Team Morrison was the Intercontinental Champion John Morrison, Evan Bourne, Finlay, ECW Champion Christian, and Matt Hardy. Just to make the match more interesting for them, Chris cheered for Team Morrison, and Mike cheered for the team that was to be his.
Evan pinned Dolph, Drew pinned Evan, Sheamus pinned Finlay, John pinned William, Jack pinned Christian (which Mike bet made that arrogant 'Two Time All-American American' idiot happy), Drew pinned Matt, and Sheamus pinned John. That left Jack Swagger, Drew McIntyre, and Sheamus standing the ring with their arms raised in victory. Mike had to admit, as did Chris, that Sheamus and Drew were getting a pretty great push. Jack, on the other hand, was just talent, and Mike knew it. He hit pretty damn hard too.
Next, Kofi Kingston's music hit, and his team came out. This one was one that Mike was interested in seeing. Rey Mysterio and Dave Batista were on opposing teams, facing off against each other after the catastrophe at Bragging Rights. Not only that, but the epic feud between Kofi and Randy would come to blows here. Kofi, Mark Henry, MVP, R-Truth, and Rey Mysterio came out, making their way to the ring. Mike watched the way that Rey paced and tugged on his mask nervously. Chris tilted his head as Voices filled the arena. Randy came down the ramp, followed by Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes. They were followed by CM Punk and Batista. They entered the ring, and the match started almost immediately.
Randy ended up pinning Mark (that RKO looked painful. Mike was suddenly glad he was backstage instead of in the ring), CM Punk pinned R-Truth, Rey pinned Ted. As Ted walked out of the arena, shaking his head in rage, Batista climbed in the ring. The two had a stare down before the blows came. Batista hit Rey with a spine buster, and then three Batista bombs before the ref declared that Rey could no longer compete and pulled him out. After that, MVP came in. MVP ended up pinning Batista and then Punk in almost rapid succession. Then Randy entered the ring and pinned MVP. Cody came in, but was pinned by Kofi. Finally, Kofi and Randy were up against one another. They exchanged blows, almost violently, before Randy hit a breath-taking RKO and pinned Kofi. He stood victorious over Kofi, a sinister smirk on his face.
"Hey, c'mon Mike," Chris said. Mike blinked, looking at Chris before nodding and heading to the curtain at a jog, keeping side-by-side with Chris. The bell rang and Justin Roberts began speaking.
"The following bout is scheduled for one-fall, and is for the Unified Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers! At a combined weight of five hundred and ninety-two pounds, Vladimir Kozlov and Ezekiel Jackson!"
The two from ECW came out, someone's music playing. Mike didn't even know. Chris looked at Mike and grinned.
"You remember what you're supposed to do, right?" he asked. Mike nodded.
"Don't come out until you say that you have your partner. I know, Chris," he said. Chris nodded.
"And their opponent. From Manhasset, New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds, he is one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions… Chris Jericho!"
His music hit and Chris walked out, a smirk on his face, one belt around his waist, and the other hanging on his shoulder. He walked into the ring, looking at Vladimir and Ezekiel for a moment before taking the mic offered to him.
"You gelatinous tapeworms see me come out without a partner and assume that I don't have one, don't you?" he asked. The crowd cheered, obviously hoping he didn't have one. He let them before smirking.
"Of course I have one, you imbeciles. And it's going to be the most shocking union of you pathetic little lives." Chris handed the mic back to Justin and demanded that he introduce his tag team partner. It was then that Chris realized other implications his words about 'union' could mean. He pushed these thoughts away and looked toward the ramp.
"And his tag team partner, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions, and the United States Champion… The Miz!"
Reality hit, and Mike came out, holding up the two belts from the Unified Tag Team Championship above his head, smirking and grinning at everyone, before he began to shake his head and yell at the crowd. Chris watched him, smirking as the crowd began to boo. This was the biggest push of Mike's career, but Chris knew he deserved it. The kid was a good wrestler.
The champions handed all of their belts over, the ref taking Chris' tag team belts and holding them up in the air. Miz climbed out of the ring, standing by the turnbuckle as Ezekiel did the same, his eyes narrowed as he watched Vladimir face up with Chris.
The bell rang and the match began. Chris and Vladimir went to lock up, but Chris changed his mind last second, sending his foot into Vladimir's gut. Vladimir doubled over in pain, and Chris moved, swiftly kicking him in the ass, putting him on his knees. Chris smirked at the audience, who booed at him. He grabbed Vladimir's ankles, swiftly applying the Walls of Jericho. To be honest, Chris didn't like either Vladimir or Ezekiel, but the ECW's Ruthless Round Table had managed to take out The Hart Dynasty, so they did earn their shot at the titles.
Vladimir managed to grab the ropes, and the ref began to shout out a count, hitting four before Chris let go. He moved over, tagging Miz in. Miz leaned over Vladimir, smacking him in the head mockingly before he forced him to stand up, wrapping one arm around the Russian's head before squeezing, holding his first arm with his other one. Vladimir gripped at Miz's arm, trying to pull it away. Miz felt his grip start to go, but jumped, his feet hitting the mat hard as he tightened his grip. Vladimir reached a hand out to Ezekiel, who also extended his arm, but neither could reach each other. Miz suddenly felt himself leave the ground, his body thrown over Vladimir's and into the ground. A second thud told Miz that Vladimir had used most of his energy to do that move.
Miz stood up, gripping the ropes for help before he ran across the ring, a forearm to the face sending Ezekiel to the arena floor. He forced Vladimir to stand up, Irish whipping the Moscow Mauler across the ring and into a turn buckle. The Russian winced, holding onto the top ropes to keep himself from falling down. Miz then ran across the ring, jumping and looping his legs through the top and middle rope, slamming his body into Vladimir's, who fell to the mat. Miz jumped down quickly, shoving Vladimir over and going for the cover. The ref's hand only slapped the mat twice before Vladimir managed to kick out. Miz sighed, standing up before he tagged Chris in. As the two switched, Chris saw that Ezekiel Jackson had gotten back to his feet. However, instead of standing by the turnbuckle to help his partner, Ezekiel walked away, shaking his head and heading up the ramp. Chris looked at Miz, who shrugged, and then the veteran went after Vladimir, kicking him. Vladimir got to his feet and pushed Chris toward the ropes. Chris hit he ropes near Miz, who tagged himself in. Vladimir didn't see it, and the Cleveland native got into the ring, waiting. Vladimir tried to catch Chris, but Y2J ducked under his arm, hitting the rope and jumping, his arms grabbing Vladimir's neck as he lifted his knees up for the Code Breaker. Vladimir stumbled as Chris rolled out of the ring, but didn't fall.
Miz, however, got him quickly. He wrapped his arms under Vladimir's, bringing them up by his head. He swept his foot out, wrapping it around Vladimir's leg before he slammed the Russian's face into the mat, hitting the Skull Crushing Finale with ease. He rolled Vladimir over, covering him quickly. The ref's hand hit the mat three times, and the bell rang.
"And your winners and still the Unified Tag Team Champions, Chris Jericho and The Miz!"
Miz's music played since he got the cover, and the ref stood between the two, lifting their arms before their belts were passed back into the ring and to the duo. Miz grinned and hugged Chris before lifting his arm. If the WWE Universe was confused by this, they didn't let Chris and Miz know, just continued to boo them as the duo made their way backstage.
The next match was the Triple Threat match for the World Heavyweight Championship. Chris and Mike agreed that they were going to cheer for the Undertaker or Kane. Show came out first, followed by Kane. Finally, the red lights disappeared and blue filled the arena. Taker made his way to the ring, walking with the steady patience of someone who was used to the business and the way things went. He entered the ring, removing his coat and hat, his eyes rolled back in his head. The crowd ate it up, and so did Chris and Mike backstage. The two watched with eyes glued to the television as Taker mutilated Kane and the Big Show to earn his victory, retaining the championship.
Next up was the Diva match, and Mike was glued to the television, even though Chris said it wasn't worth it. Mike had snapped at him so bad that Chris made a note never to miss another Diva match. Team Mickie made their way out to Mickie's bouncy music. Mickie bounced out first, dancing on stage before she was followed by Kelly Kelly, Gail Kim, Eve Torres, and the Diva's Champion, Melina. Team Michelle made their way out next, coming out to her music. Next to Michelle was Layla, followed closely by Alicia Fox. Beth Phoenix and Jillian Hall brought up the rear, obviously unimpressed by the way Layla and Alicia followed Michelle like puppies.
The match began and Kelly quickly pinned Layla. Michelle then came in, pinning Gail. Eve took her place and pinned Jillian. Beth entered when Jillian was pinned, and Eve backed up, tagging Melina. The Diva's Champion was pinned after a vicious Glam Slam from Beth. Beth then pinned Kelly the same way. However, Mickie gained vengeance for her team after she came in and pinned Beth, followed by a quick pin on Alicia. Mickie and Michelle went at it for a little bit before Mickie got hit with a vicious kick. She kicked out of the pin, hitting Michelle with a kick of her own before tagging in Eve. Eve and Michelle went at it, though Eve finally managed to throw Michelle down. While Michelle was writhing in pain on the mat floor, Eve moved to the opposite turnbuckle, beginning to run. She jumped off, pushing herself into a handspring before landing hard on Michelle. She went right into the cover, grinning at her successful handspring splash before the ref's hand hit the mat three times. She got to her feet and Mickie climbed in, the two celebrating in the ring. Mike cheered for his friend too, making Chris cheer as well.
The Triple Threat Match for the WWE Championship wasn't watched with the same intensity, though Mike was cheering for Shawn to win it. After the match was won by Cena, Mike began to call the ref names, even though the match had gone well. Chris just watched and laughed.
As the two were celebrating their victory and enjoying the other matches, Miz watched the interactions. Mike was getting awful close to Chris… Maybe it wouldn't hurt to back off a little and let him have his fun. Miz would have to wait and see what happened, unfortunately. However, for now, he backed off a little and let Miz have some fun.
TBC
AN: Yay! Another update out now. I'm aware that this was all the other matches, and I'm aware of how short the match was for the Unified Tag Team Championship, but whatever. This is my little messed-up world, and in it, Vladimir Kozlov and Ezekiel Jackson don't stand a chance. This fic may be put on hiatus if I can't manage to come up with an idea to make it more interesting… We'll see after the next chapter comes up, okay? Okay.
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