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17th October 2011: Raw Supershow, Cleveland Ohio

Sasha Moreno made her way down the ramp towards Jerry 'The King' Lawler and Michael Cole to a chorus of boos from the Cleveland crowd. Tonight she was to join commentary during Kelly Kelly's match against Katharyn Lincoln – known as Katona to the WWE Universe – and Sasha wasn't looking forward to it. Having been exactly one week since the altercation between her and Katharyn at the nightclub in Wichita, Sasha had managed to successfully avoid her, until tonight she had had nothing to do with the Surrey native who had betrayed her trust. Walking past the ring Sasha shot both Kelly and Katharyn dirty looks. Although the look she gave Kelly was mainly for the feud they were involved in, Katharyn received a glare of pure hatred.

Confusion ran through Katharyn's mind as Sasha glared daggers at her. She hadn't told anyone, not even John, who despite persuading her to spill it, wasn't too pleased at Sasha blaming Katharyn for something she didn't do. Although John sometimes badmouthed Sasha for being so gullible to whoever falsely informed her, Katharyn still defended Sasha. She didn't know Sasha well personally, but she believed the real Sasha would never avoid even a glance at her in the backstage hallways.

Sitting down on the chair next to Michael Cole, Sasha put on the headset ready to answer any questions the two men had for her about the mixed tag match she was involved in two weeks ago. "It's a pleasure to have you on commentary with us tonight Sasha," Cole said, his eyes undressing the Jersey girl, "and you look stunning by the way."

"Oh thank you Michael," Sasha replied sweetly in a false, pitchy voice, placing her hand on top of his, "and I do, don't I?" she said gleefully, referring to her navy blue halter mini dress that revealed cleavage all the way down to her toned stomach.

"Will you two be quiet, we have a match going on here," Jerry interrupted Cole and Sasha. Lawler was instead focused on Kelly, who hit Katona with a running crossbody. Katona kicked out at one.

"King please," Sasha scoffed, completely ignoring her onscreen rival and off-screen enemy, "why would you want to watch those two ugly ducklings when you have the privilege of my presence down here at ringside. Listening to me talk is way better than having to watch their match."

"Yes please, King," Cole added in just to annoy his broadcast partner, "so Sasha, care to explain what happened between you and Zack Ryder during your tag match in Tampa two weeks ago?"

"Oh, how he thought I was going to kiss him," she said with a slight laugh, "that was never going to happen, you see I like men not little boys like him. It's not my fault he simply can't take his eyes off of this body," she said, referring to how Regal had blindsided Zack with a clothesline.

"So in your words, Zack is a boy?" Jerry questioned, "he's one half of the tag-team champions, I don't think a boy would be able to achieve that."

Sasha sighed, annoyed at the Hall of Famer, "He acts like a boy and talks like a boy, Sasha Moreno does not kiss boys," she stated blankly. At that moment, Kelly hit a Lou Thez Press onto Katona, throwing punches and pulling her opponent's hair as she shrieked loudly.

"So what do you think of tonight's Divas match-up, Sasha?" Jerry tried to bring Sasha's attention to the match.

"Hmmm…I have to say Katona looks quite good," Sasha reluctantly murmured, shoving her anger towards Katharyn aside, "obviously not in the looks department. You know men nowadays aren't interested in the Barbie doll look anymore. Real women have curves, King, and honestly, I would look so much better in that cute outfit she's wearing. Have to give her credit for fashion sense; it's a good thing she has that Hollywood hunk John Morrison."

The crowd was fired up, screaming and cheering for Katona, who pointed to the ropes, indicating her finisher. She ran towards the ropes, springboarded, and flipped in the air for a springboard moonsault a-la Chris Jericho. Unfortunately, Kelly was able to roll away in time, leaving nobody home for the springboard moonsault.

"Oooh! Nobody home!" cried Michael Cole, as the whole crowd gasped, "Ohhhhh!" Silently, Sasha laughed at Katona's mistake.

Hurriedly, Kelly scrambled for the pin…

…but Katona suddenly countered the pin into her own small package for the win!

"Here is your winner, KATONA!" announced Justin Roberts, as the referee raised Katona's hand in the air.

"And the lovely Katona from Smackdown has picked up the win with a unique counter!" Jerry cheered; Sasha just rolled her chocolate eyes at his comment.

"If you'll excuse me…" she said under her breath, taking off the headset and collected a microphone from the stage-hand. Smoothing her dress, Sasha made her way up the steel steps, through the ropes and into the ring.

"Aww, Kelly," Sasha cooed, crouching down next to the blonde "did you lose? Again?" she laughed, flipping her wavy chestnut hair over her shoulder. "Y'know, I'm getting rather sick of wrestling you time and time again," Sasha mused, straightening up from her position next to Kelly, "sure, winning all the time makes me look great, well better than I already do, but winning against a bona-fide loser isn't much of an accomplishment."

"You see, I've defeated all the other Divas on the roster, so I'm going to need some new competition," Sasha continued, pacing back and forth in the ring in her cream pumps, "and I obviously can't get that from you, Barbie doll…"

"So… Katona is it?" Sasha asked innocently, addressing Katona, who was casually leaning against the ropes, "Just because you're good in the ring doesn't mean you're half as good-looking as me. Sure, you've got all those flashy spot monkey moves where you're flying all over the place, but that isn't enough to defeat me," bragged Sasha arrogantly.

Katona received a microphone from Justin Roberts and replied, "If that's what you think, Sasha, then why don't you prove it to me next week, one-on-one?"

"Deal," Sasha answered Katona's challenge, throwing the microphone down on the ring mat and walking back up the ramp towards the gorilla position to her theme music. Sasha couldn't wait for that match next week, she could channel all of the anger she was feeling towards Katharyn and get it out of her system in the ring, where she would also get paid to do so.

Wrapped up in her own thoughts, Sasha didn't realise she was going to crash into someone before it was too late, "oh sorry," she said hurriedly, snapping back to reality, "Mike!" Sasha half shouted, when she recognised who she ran into.

The Awesome One hesitated, uncertain if he should stay and talk for a few minutes before his match or just hurry and wait bored for his cue, "uh yeah?" he stuttered, running a hand over his perfectly styled faux-hawk. Sasha sighed, annoyed. She hated this version of Mike. Instead of the usually cocky, mouthy Chick magnet, he had suddenly turned into a nervous wreck with the knowledge about her father and his gang involvement. Zack and Maryse still treated her like they always had, so why was Mike different?

Sasha had to take matters into her own hands, if she didn't she would never find out why her past was so troubling to Mike, or who had even mentioned it to him in the first place, "Okay, tonight you're going to take me out to dinner, and we're going to talk," she said stubbornly, Miz opened his mouth to protest but Sasha cut him off, "I'm not taking no as an answer Mike. Room 309, eight o'clock sharp," she continued, before walking away from him to the Diva's locker-room.

Mike stared dumbfounded after the Italian-American, unsure of what to make of the one-sided conversation they had just had. He couldn't reject her, even though he was slightly anxious about what he could say to her. For all he knew, her dad had spies following his daughter all around the country, anything he said could be taken out of context, and he could end up dealing with a very angry, very over-protective mobster father. Mike shook his head, clearing all thoughts of the Mafia from his mind. He didn't have time to worry about that now, he would save his freaking out for precisely eight o'clock that night. The United States title match against the champ Evan Bourne needed all of his attention and focus, otherwise he'd walk out of the match defeated.


Sasha admired her reflection in the full length mirror adoring the sliding wardrobe door of the motel room she was sharing with Maryse. "Where are you going all dressed up?" her French-Canadian friend laughed from her position on one of the standard sized motel beds.

"To talk with Mike," Sasha replied, coating her naturally wavy hair with a layer of hairspray, "you think this'll get the truth from him?" she questioned, her attention returning to her figure in the mirror. Sasha had made sure that tonight Mike wouldn't be able to resist her; she needed him to be vulnerable so he would be willing to answer all of her questions. So she had decided on wearing what she called her 'good luck' dress; strapless, black lace and barely covering her arse, whenever she wore that dress Sasha always got men to do what she wanted.

"Oh sweetie, if I wasn't straight…" Maryse teased, "but uh, what are you going to talk to Mike about?" she asked, suddenly feeling very nervous. Maryse knew she had made a mistake in telling Mike about Sasha's past and regretted in doing so, but she had convinced Sasha that it was Katharyn who had told him. And Sasha believed it. Maryse only hoped that Mike wouldn't say anything revelling that it was actually her who had told him.

"Just about how he's ignoring me," Sasha answered, applying a coat of her favourite red lipstick to her full lips, "I don't like being ignored Ryse, especially for some stupid reason beyond my control."

"Well if it's any consolation, I don't think he'll be able to ignore you," Maryse smiled warmly, only just managing to hide her growing discomfort. She knew that she wouldn't be able to rest easy until Sasha returned from wherever she was going with Mike, "so if you're going to be out all night, I'm gunna grab something to eat with Nikki and Brie," she said, before getting interrupted by a knocking at the door.

Sasha glanced down at her bejewelled iPhone, "right on time," she laughed, saying goodbye to her friend and opening the motel door to revel a handsome looking Mike Mizanin.

"You look…uh…yeah," he greeted with a cheesy grin, struggling to find the right words to describe what he say.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Sasha replied, and meant it. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt, dark wash denim jeans and a black leather jacket. He looked vastly different from his suit-wearing on screen persona, though he's hair was still fashioned in its trademark style. Walking down the corridor towards the elevators, the silence was killing Sasha; she had no idea what could've possibly been said to Mike to make him act so wary around her. "So…" she said, breaking the silence as they reached the rental car Mike had hired, "where are we going?" since they were in Cleveland, she knew that he would be familiar with all of the best restaurants and diners would be in the town.

"Well," he started still showing signs of his previous nervousness, "there's this little Italian place…"

Sasha cut him off before he could continue, "Italian, really?" she laughed, stealing Miz's favourite catchphrase, "don't expect me to enjoy it, no Italian restaurant could ever be better than my Uncle Nino's cooking," she explained.

Mike smiled at her amused, he should've predicted this reaction from the Diva who grew up surrounded by an Italian family, "trust me," he said, finally feeling comfortable in her presence, "this place is awesome." Sasha raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow; she would be the judge of how 'awesome' it would be. As Mike parked the car, Sasha spotted a tiny Italian restaurant tucked away down a short alleyway. Unless you knew where to find it, it could easily have been missed; obviously Mike had been here quite often during his time in Cleveland.

Getting out and opening the car door for Sasha, Mike was surprised to find that his heart had sped up, and it wasn't just because she looked so intimidatingly beautiful. It was because he knew that once they were in the tiny Italian restaurant he would have a lot of questions to answer, questions he didn't know how to answer. Once they were seated in a secluded booth, he could tell that Sasha had a lot on her mind. "I have just one question Mike," she said, breaking the silence that had once again fallen over the duo, "what do you know about my dad?" He took a deep breath, not knowing how to being. "Just tell me," Sasha demanded in a fiery tone.

"Well I know that your dad is a very powerful member of the Mafia," he started, looking at her reaction for any clues of whether he was right or wrong in saying this, "and that he's really overprotective of you and will do anything to make sure that you're happy."

Sasha shook her head, bemused. No wonder he had been avoiding her, Katharyn had scared him away with her lies about an overprotective father who happened to be a part of a large organised gang. Her motivations behind this, Sasha had not the slightest clue, but she would make sure to find out sooner or later, "to be honest Mike, I haven't seen my dad in fifteen years, so whatever you heard about him being super overprotective of me is a lie. Why did she tell you all of that anyway?" Sasha questioned.

Mike was confused. Did Sasha know that Maryse was the one who had told him? "Um…" he hesitated before answering, "I don't know maybe she was jealous?" he offered dumbly. Really, he had no idea why Maryse had told him, that was the only reason he could come up with after spending night after night thinking about it.

"Oh it wouldn't surprise me," Sasha stated bluntly, glancing quickly over the menu as the waiter came over to their table. "Ahh, I'll have the spaghetti napolitana," she decided, choosing her Uncle's signature dish just so she could compare them. Mike chose the Veal Scallopini with Arugula Salad, that's what he ordered every time he came to the restaurant, he explained. Their server brought them over a bottle of pinot grigio to share as well as complementary garlic bread.

The two of them made small talk throughout the rest of the evening, and Sasha was glad that her and Mike were able to sort things out. Once they arrived back at the motel, all signs of his previous nervousness were gone and he was back to his usual loud-mouth self. As they reached his door, Mike offered to walk Sasha back to her room, but she declined, "Ryse is probably back," she explained, not wanting to have an awkward exchange between the former couple, "Buona notte Mike," she whispered and turned to walk down the corridor towards her allocated room.

Mike grabbed her hand before she could walk away, pulling her close to him, "I've always thought French was sexy," he breathed into her ear, "but Italian is so much hotter." She glanced up at him, his blue eyes clouded with lust. Without thinking, she crashed her lips onto his, taking him by surprise for a second before he reacted, kissing her back with an intensity fuelled by passion and Italian wine. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he struggled to remove the card which would unlock the door to his room. He thanked all kinds of God that Ted had managed to score a date with Tiffany and would most likely be out late.

Sasha gave a sigh of disappointment as he broke the kiss to unlock the door, holding it open for her; she practically dragged him into his room and towards the bedroom. Mike grinned as Sasha continued to kiss him, their tongues in a fiery battle for dominance. She stripped him of his leather jacket and slowly, teasingly, undid the buttons on his dress shirt, making him shiver in anticipation. Pulling away from him, Sasha gently pushed him down onto the bed; kicking off her black stilettos she straddled him, trailing a finger down his tanned, toned chest and abs, "Ti voglio, Mike."


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