A/N: I can't believe we're already on chapter fourteen! Wow! I hope you like this chapter, don't forget to tell me what you think! Enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen: The Sun Always Shines After it Rains

-Monday Night RAW, 10.13.14-

The feeling backstage was extremely tense, because of Mike's actions last week after all the Superstars were gone and he went to go destroy Kane's office. Even though Mike knew that it wasn't a smart idea, he had to send a statement.

The Authority was clearly unhappy with these actions for obvious reasons. Mike had done an unthinkable amount of damage to Kane's office, and not the mention the message he had spray painted on the wall was really hard to wipe away.

"I know who did this," Mizdow stated with a shake of his head, allowing Kane and Hunter to show how disappointed he was.

"Yeah?" Hunter questioned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Who did this, Damien?"

"Dolph Ziggler did this," he told the COO.

The Game raised an eyebrow at Mizdow. "How do you know?"

"It makes sense because he came into RAW last week really upset over the fact that United lost his IC title," Damien explained with a shrug. "When I was making my way into the arena, I could just hear him raging on, and on, and on about how something had to be done. I'm guessing that this was his message." Damien said, pointing around the office. Which was now cleared up of course. But Damien was tempted to rip that goddamn poster of Dean off the wall. It just didn't belong there.

Triple H nodded. "Thank you for this piece of information, Damien. I will now be sending a message to Dolph Ziggler this evening, and I promise you that it will be received. You may now step out of my office."

With a wave, Damien left the office. He had gotten his most important job done tonight.

As Mike sat in his locker room, getting ready for his match by getting in the mental mindset that he thought was needed, he decided to go and take a peek at one of the television monitors.

He couldn't help but to smile when he saw that he was currently in a match against Randy Orton. Mike did have to admit that the two men were putting on quite the match. But it was nice to see Dolph getting an ass kicking.

The Ohio native had to contain himself from throwing his arms in the air once he saw that Randy had hit the Showoff with an outstanding RKO. He was even happier when he watched on to see Seth Rollins also give him a curbstomp. Maybe Seth isn't so much of an idiot after all. You know, Rollins...I like you. You're off of my shit list.Mike thought as he walked back to his locker room with a smile on his face. He was sure that Dolph didn't feel so great now.

The crowd in Atlanta Georgia tonight had experienced a pretty solid RAW so far, and based off of what they were advertising for the rest of the night, they assumed that it would only get better.

They had just watched Sheamus make his entrance, and were now waiting for Mike to come out with Damien.

The two Superstars made their way down the ramp and into the ring. As of late, the two of them have really been looking like the men in black. But hey, it worked for them so why not?

Sheamus and Mike locked up, the two men having a great match as they both put in awesome efforts. Damien stood on the outside of the ring of course. The stunt double was truly becoming rather good at mocking Mike's every move at the exact same time. It was amazing how in sync the two Superstars had become so in sync with one another.

Being the clever kind of guy he was, Mike slid under the ring as a way to get away from Sheamus. Damien had immediately followed suit, going under the ring as well.

Unfortunately for Sheamus, he had pulled out of Damien instead of Mike. Once he had realized this, he had quickly went to go and pull Mike out from under the ring next.

The Ohio native was putting up a fight however as he held onto the ring, not allowing the Irish superstar to pull him out from under it.

Getting frustrated, Sheamus then turned to Damien, hitting him with a Brogue Kick.

The Celtic Warrior had gotten distracted for a moment too long, however. Because he turned around to see that Mike had won the match by count out.

This win meant that Mike Mizanin was the next contender for the U.S. Title.

Mike went straight to his locker room, feeling good about how the match had went.

He took a quick shower, and then he decided that he would go back to the hotel to relax for once. The blue-eyed Superstar had quite a bit going on as of late, and he really hadn't had much time to relax.

Mike walked into his hotel room, dropped his bag by the door, and grabbed the television remote before plopping down onto the bed.

After flipping through the channels, he decided that there was nothing on that he wanted to he went over to his suitcase, digging around for his portable DVD player. Mike then dug around in his bag trying to choose which movie he should watch.

A couple of minutes later, the Cleveland native went with Captain America: The Winter Soldier. This Superhero movie was one of the best.

He was a about a half an hour into the movie when Mike heard his phone buzz letting him know that he had received a text.

Just checking up on you, you've been on my mind so much lately. I miss you, Mike.

A soft sigh left Mike's lips as he read over Maryse's text. He had to admit, he did miss the French-Canadian beauty. But the two of them did breakup for a reason.

It didn't change the fact that Maryse had been there for him so much lately, and Mike liked that she was. If he was being honest with himself, then he would probably say that he could feel himself falling for his ex-fiancée all over again. After a few moments, he finally decided to reply to her.

Hey….miss you too, Maryse.

Mike's phone had buzzed against almost immediately, letting him know that Maryse had been hoping that he would reply to her.

Are you busy, or can I come over so we can hangout for a while?

Mike tapped his fingertips nervously against the touchscreen of his iPhone. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend some time with Maryse, but he wasn't sure if the two of them being alone in a hotel room was a good idea.

Things between the two of them weren't necessarily awkward, but he did snap at her the last the two of them had seen each other, and he did feel bad about it. Finally, he had sent a reply to her, knowing that she was waiting.

Sure, you can come over. I'm in room 243.

Within ten minutes there was a knock at Mike's hotel room door. Pausing the movie, the Ohio native got out of bed and walked over to the door. He opened the door to see Maryse standing on the other side, which he had expected. The blonde Diva gave him a shy smile. "Hey," she said, tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Hey," Mike replied, giving her a weak smile. Mike could tell that she too was having a relaxing type of lazy day. She was in a pair of comfortable looking yoga pants and a t-shirt. After a moment Mike realized that it wasn't just any t-shirt, it was one of his old t-shirts.

Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, with some hair was left down to frame her face. Even though Mike was afraid to admit it, he did think that she looked beautiful. "Come on in," he added after a few minutes, as he noticed that he still had to let her inside.

Maryse walked in as the hotel door closed behind her. "So how have you been doing?" She asked him as she kicked off her shoes before sitting down on the bed.

"I've been doing okay…." Mike said, sitting back down next to her. "I mean…..there's been a lot going on as you know, and...well, it hasn't been easy. I'm sure you saw my loss to Tyson last week….which was total bullshit if you ask me. There's nothing I can do about it though, it's on my record now, and it will be there forever."

Maryse looked at him sadly as she fought the urge to reach out and touch the side of his face. "I know," she said quietly. "I'm really sorry about that, It wasn't fair. I'm not sure what it is with Kane lately. He seems to have it out for you."

Mike shrugged. He was just as clueless as Maryse was. "It's like he hates me for something. I can't figure it out. It's starting to eat away at Maryse," Mike explained. He paused for a second, and then he started again. "I just….why me?"

"If I knew, I would tell you." She said, her tone of voice was a soft whisper as she spoke to him.

"I'm really sorry that I snapped at you," Mike quietly added as his blue eyes fixed on the movie. "I shouldn't have done that. I know that you were only trying to help me. I'm sorry."

The French Diva slowly turned Mike's head so he was looking into her hazel eyes. "I know how you get when you become angry. I know you've been through a lot, but don't push everyone in your life away, Mike. You don't want to spend the rest of your life miserable and alone, do you?"

The Ohio native was about to open his mouth to answer Maryse, but the noises coming from the room next door had caused him to freeze for a second.

He could hear one of the Diva's crying out Dolph Ziggler's name over and over. "You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled to himself.

Maryse sighed. "That's disgusting. I can't believe I ever consideredeven dating him," she said with a shake of her head.

Meanwhile, next door Dolph's lips captured Emma's lips with a kiss. The blonde Diva lay underneath him as she eagerly returned the kiss.

After a few minutes, Dolph broke the kiss to allow his eyes to travel Emma's naked body. "Damn girl," the Showoff smirked.

Emma giggled, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "We can't have sex if your clothes are still on." She told him, capturing his lips in another sloppy kiss.

Groaning, the Ohio native pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor where the pile of Emma's clothing was. He could feel Emma's tongue trying to make it's way into his mouth so it come into contact with his own, and it was making him crazy.

"Now I see why all the girls want you," Emma told Dolph as her eyes landed on his six pack of abs, and her fingertips explored it. "You're so fucking hot," she added.

"Do you like what you see?" He whispered seductively into her ear as his hot breath touched her neck, and one of his fingers slide into her with ease. "Yes, Dolph," Emma admitted, unable to hold back the moan she was fighting. "I like it a lot."

Dolph chuckled softly, stripping himself of the rest of his clothing. He then pushed himself into her, as he enjoyed listening to Emma cry out his name. "Fuck, Dolph….give me a minute. Don't move yet, holy shit…"

A laugh escaped left Dolph's lips as his fingers came in contact with her again, moving them in a circular motion so the blonde would relax. "Just take an easy, girl. Within a few minutes, you're going to be begging me for more."

Emma's fingernails dug themselves into Dolph's back. "Would you move already…." she growled. "Damn it, Dolph! Move!" She yelled.

The Ohio native snorted, and then he started to move. "I told you I would make you beg for it," he laughed again.

Twenty minutes later, Dolph collapsed on top of Emma's body.

"Damn," Emma panted, clearly out of breath. "Wow."

Dolph laughed. "You aren't the first girl to say that," he winked at the Diva.

The blonde Diva laughed softly. "I'm sure I'm not," she said sleepy. As her eyes became heavier, Emma started to quickly realize that the alcohol she had drank earlier tonight was starting to take it's effect on her.

The two Superstars had fallen asleep without even saying a word.

"Was that Emma?" Maryse asked Mike, the French-Canadian was quite surprised. She didn't think Emma was the type to sleep around. But hey, she didn't know the girl either.

"I think so," Mike answered, just as confused.

Mike and Maryse finished the movie, and even though Maryse didn't want to, she figured that she needed to get going.

"What is it?" The blue-eyed Superstar asked, once he had caught Maryse staring at him.

"I just hate seeing you so miserable," Maryse finally admitted to her ex-fiancé. "I just want you to be happy…" She quietly added, trailing off as her voice cracked. She had brought a hand to his cheek.

Mike looked back at her, easily able to see the concern in her hazel eyes. "I'll get over it," he told her.

Maryse didn't say anything. Instead she kissed Mike softly as she shifted so she was now sitting in his lap. She had her hands on either side of his face as she quickly deepened the kiss. She had forgotten how nice it was to kiss Mike.

The Cleveland native wasn't sure why, but he slowly could feel himself start to kiss Maryse back. Her touch was so soft, and he quickly found himself craving such a gentle touch after the rough week he had been through.

The French beauty removed her lips from his, then she slowly started to kiss his neck. She could feel Mike's body relax as a soft moan escaped his lips. "Maryse….."

Maryse affectionately nuzzled his neck. "All you have to do is say the word and I'll stop," she whispered into his ear.

When Mike didn't say anything, Maryse took that as his way of telling her to keep going. She pressed another loving kiss upon his lips, pulling her body up against his as her arms looped themselves around his neck.

The French Canadian Diva kissed him for a while, easily able to lose herself in kissing him. She pulled away to catch her breath, and slowly pull her shirt over her head. Once it was off, she looked into Mike's blue eyes for some type of approval, but didn't get any.

She gasped softly when Mike had taken her out of his lap, placing Maryse down on her back as his body hovered over the Divas.

Looking into Mike's eyes, Maryse could see how confused he was in this moment.

"Maryse….we...I can't…" he whispered as he moved so the Ohio native was now sitting up, leaning against the pillows.

"It's okay, I understand," Maryse said softly as she too sat up. Pulling her shirt back over head, she gave him a warm smile. "I should get going. But thanks for tonight, it's been fun."

"Maryse, I, I didn't mean to…."

The Canadian gave him another smile. "Like I said, don't worry. I get it, it's cool."

-Main Event, 10.14.14-

Earlier in the afternoon, Mike had tweeted that he had a very special Miz TV planned for the fans, and Mike always kept his promises.

Mike had come dressed in a suit, looking very nice. He always took pride in his appearance, and everyone knew it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Mike said with a smile as he waved at the crowd. "Stop, stop, stop," he said through his laughter. "You saw it right there." The Ohio native told them, referring to the flashback that was up on the screen. "Two weeks ago on RAW, I defeated the US champion, Sheamus. Then this week in an epic BlockBuster sequel…. Mike said dramatically. "Spoiler alert, I beat Sheamus again!" He happily told the fans. He then paused to look down at the carpet that was a part of the Miz TV set.

"Yet….here I stand, no gold around my waist, I've been cheated!" The Hollywood Superstar exclaimed. "But I'm not going to complain about it. Instead, I'm going to invite Sheamus to come out here, on Miz TV right here, right now! So ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!"

Sheamus' music hit, and all the fans stood to their feet cheering. Sheamus was not the one to come out from behind the certain however, it was Damien dressed up as the Irish Superstar.

The Ohio native couldn't hold back his laughter as he watch Damien walked down the ramp and step into the ring. "I gotta say, Sheamus, you've never looked better." He commented with a smile. "But before you get aggressive," he added as he took a few steps back and put his hand up in the air. "It's official, The Miz will take on Sheamus for the US Championship at the Hell in a Cell Pay-Per-View!"

"Thank you very much, and uh, you deserve it Miz, and I just want you to know that I did not come out here to be aggressive. I came out here in peace, Lad."

"But….don't you have a saying?" Mike questioned 'Sheamus'. "What is that saying that you have?"

"Oh! I love to fight!" He excitedly answered. "I do love to fight, everybody knows that. But I didn't come out here to fight you. No, no. Miz, you own me every time we step into this ring."

Boos quickly filled within the crowd to let the two men know that the fans did not agree with what had just been stated.

"It's bad enough that you're far better looking than me. It's bad enough that you're actually more talented than me in every single way possible." 'Sheamus' when on to say. There was a pause, and then he spoke again.

"But Miz, I am here to say that you are a much better fighter than me! And like my song says...its a shame for they lost their head, and that Miz is so much better than me!" he sang, and then he added, "and so is his unbelievable stunt double."

"Don't improvise," Mike replied, sounding disappointed.

"I'm sorry, lad! I'm so sorry! I lost myself in the moment there. I just want to say that you are better than me, just like you are better than everyone in the entire WWE Universe!" He added, only to get heavily booed as he pounded on his chest.

"Thank you, Sheamus. Thank you." Mike replied politely with a bright smile.

"I also want to say that you deserve to be the US Champion, so I wanted to come out here to personally hand the US title over to you."

At that moment, the real Sheamus had made his way down the ramp, and into the ring.

It was more than clear that the Irish Superman was unhappy with what he had just watched play out. He came into the ring, explaining that having a stunt double was great. How he kind of actually dug the whole thing that Damien was currently doing, being a stunt double.

Miz TV had ended with Damien being hot with a Brogue kick however, and Mike running out of the ring. Poor Mike, TV could never end on a positive note.

Unfortunately for Mike, his negative streak would also continue into Friday Smackdown. Because not only was he in a match with the most weird Superstars in the company, Gold and Stardust, he had also lost the match. The match didn't matter that much to Mike though, because he didn't care about his partners for the night, nor did the match count.

What did matter however, was his match for the US title in just a little over a week against Sheamus at Hell in a Cell, and he was going to make that one count.

Going back to his locker room, Mike took a shower, and then got into his street clothes.

He left the arena with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder, and his iPhone in his hand. Once he had reached his black rental car, he threw his bag into the backseat, climbed into the driver side, started the car, and put on the heat.

Just as he buckled his seatbelt, he heard his phone go off. It let him know that he had a text from Maryse. He entered his passcode, then hit his messaging app so he could read the text the French-Canadian had sent him.

I saw you took another tough loss on Smackdown….but don't worry. The sun always shines after it rains.

-Maryse-

A small smile crossed the Cleveland natives lips as he pulled out of the parking lot. He just hoped that Maryse was right.

A/N: Another chapter of Envy is in the books! Don't forget to review, and to read the other stories in the Seven Deadly Sins Series! - Melly

RonTheRonin's: Pride.

PikaSixJoy's: Revenge.

xeloquentangelx's: Temptation.