Pairings thus far: Minor mentionings of reluctant (ended) Miz/OCs(f), a one-time consensual (ended) Miz/OC(m), Miz is growing more attached to Morrison, Shannon Moore has a girlfriend, one really small mention of (ended) Matt/Lita, Morrison/Melina, and abusive yet questionable content between both of Miz's personas
Yay, I can stop studying for the ACT now! :D I'll be getting my scores in a few weeks, so hopefully I at least got a few points higher than last year. *crosses fingers* Anyway, onto the discussion of this chapter. I actually wrote the chapter that takes place AFTER this one first. Not to mention that I've been working on the chapter after that chapter, as well (neeeeeeegh...I need to stop jumping ahead of the story!). D: That means that an update for this will come a whole hell of a lot sooner than usual. Probably not immediately after this chapter is posted, but maybe a couple of days after to give people the chance to read this chapter first. :) Anyway, onward!
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Backstage in the chair supply room, two months later
The crew was settled, the French Canadian was in the right position, and the red light came on. Maryse Ouellet had her right foot propped on top on a blue crate, pushing her hair back casually as she leaned forward toward the crate. She wasn't allowed to quit doing this until the music from the arena was completely muted and the male lead for this backstage promo received his cue to enter the scene. Luckily, it didn't take very long for the gloved fingers of Michael Mizanin's screen character to gently wrap themselves around her arm.
The smiling man greeted the beautiful blonde in an incoherent, quiet voice. Barely hearing him, Maryse turned away and responded with, "Naah, I'm getting ready for my match." Miz looked up at the ceiling and pulled her closer to him, raising the volume of his voice so the viewers at home could hear him properly. "Listen..."
"Ooooh...?"
He let go of her arm and continued on.
"I get the whole "Hard to Get" thing. It's cute, but it doesn't work with me."
The woman's tone became annoyed, but she still allowed a seductive feel to hit her words.
"Like I told you before, don't even waste mytime until you do something impressive to John Cena."
"You mean like what I did to him tonight?"
Maryse responded with unintelligible French, causing Miz to raises his eyebrows a bit in confusion. Finally, she translated for him.
"Miz, one cheap shot...that doesn't mean anything."
At "one cheap shot", the blonde woman put up her right index finger and shook it in order to get her point across to the purple-tinged-haired man in front of her. Sadly, this didn't work.
"What I did to John Cena tonight was just to prove that he can't rattle me."
At this point, Miz began using animated gestures with his arms and hands in order to put emphasis on his next words while Maryse continued to look unimpressed.
"He can saythat he's gonna stretch me with a STF, or break my bones-"You can't see me"-that stuff doesn't phase me!"
He squinted his eyes at the French Canadian and continued his confident tirade.
"Six days from now, I'm gonna prove that not only do I belong here, but I own John Cena. Because I'm The Miz and I'm-"
Maryse shushed him by placing his index finger over his lips. He lifted his arms up higher while she opened her mouth to speak.
"I told you; do something...impressive."
With that, Ouellet flashed the Anti-Cena another seductive smile before turning away and walking off-screen. All that there was left to do on-screen for The Miz was just to stand there, appearing to be plotting with himself for a moment until the camera's red light turned off. "Aaaaaaaaaand, CLEAR!" The professional wrestler's facial expression changed upon Miz giving Michael control once again.
"Ah...acting time's over for now. Go make an ass out of yourself, douche."
Roy, the head camera man, gave Michael a thumbs up and grinned. "Great job, Mizzy." Mike laughed and returned the thumbs up to the husky man. "Thank you, Roy."
The big man looked towards the door Maryse had exited from and walked over to the pointy haired wrestler. "Shit, man..." Roy placed his hand over Mike's right shoulder, keeping his eyes glued to the door. "That was a nice piece of ass standing next to you just now...if it were me, I would've said "Fuck it" to bein' on camera and I would've grabbed a chunkful of that lady's juicy ass!" This caused the camera man to burst out into loud laughter along with Michael laughing at the mental image of Roy having his gut repeatedly kicked by the blonde woman.
Roy slapped his knee and ceased his laughter for a moment. "You know, Mizanin..." He switched his focus from the door onto Michael. "...I'd consider myself lucky, if I were you." The Ohio native gave the man a puzzled smile and responded with, "Why, because I get to be on screen with her every week?"
"Ugh...learn words to use in response, please? Jackass..."
The tall, large camera man shrugged. "Well...that, and also the fact that she obviously has a thing for you." Michael laughed, responding with, "Nah, she's just a very outgoing gal." Roy gave the young man a reassuring look.
"Idunnomikey...I've seen the way she looks at you whenever you two talk before the show and she sure looks like she's checkin' you out." Michael shrugged. "We're just friends, Roy." It was true, the two had become really good friends off the show. They'd send each other random text messages, she decided that she was going to teach him how to speak French, and he decided that he was going actually try learning so he could understand half of the crap she said; it had even gotten to the point where Maryse would stand up for Michael whenever one of the guys backstage would terrorize him. She was a really great friend to have by his side and Michael couldn't have been anymore grateful to have made her acquaintance.
"That's only because you're too weak to handle these situations on your own, so you have a woman do it for you!"
"Oh? So you're a woman, Miz?"
"Oh ha ha ha, very funny...I at least help you effectively."
"At least she doesn't get me in even more trouble when she helps me out..."
"Only because she has a vagina! The guys in the back won't fight back if a pretty lady is telling them not to!"
Roy shrugged again and finally responded with, "If you say so, Mikey." The large man patted Mike's shoulder and added more to his comment. "But if it were mein your shoes...I'd let 'er kiss my dick." Roy finally left the room laughing, followed by his crew. Michael gave the overweight camera man a squeamish look once he was sure that he was gone.
"Do all men that work behind the scenes with WWE have to be repulsive perverts that are too busy staring at women's asses rather than doing anything else that's actually worth the paycheck? Jesus Christ...what is wrong with the male race right now?."
"The same thing that's been wrong with the male race for as long as the world has been alive, genius."
Once the show was finally over, Michael had already changed back into his street clothes and was heading out towards the exit of the arena, which lead to the parking lot. Carrying his gymbag over his left shoulder, Michael turned the silver handle and opened the door. "Yay...I can now leave and get some sleep." Suddenly, Michael felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket. He propped the door open with his right foot, grabbed the phone from his pocket, and answered.
"Hello?"
"Bonjour, magnifique."
Mike rolled his eyes and smiled, walking out to his rented car.
"Bonjour, mon ami."
"Ah, vous êtes en pratiquant votre français, je vois."
"Il ya encore quelques mots que je ne peux pas comprendre, mais je suis d'apprentissage."
"Continuez votre bon travail. La pratique rend parfait, vous savez."
Michael made it to his rented Mercury Sable and placed his bag on the ground.
"Comme je l'ai vraiment le choix? Vous me tenir harceler à la pratique chaque fois que je vous parle!"
Maryse giggled.
"That sounded strange."
"How so?"
"You said, "As I really have a choice? You keep me harass practice whenever I speak to you!" I'm pretty sure that you meant to say, "Dois-je le choix? Vous gardez lancinante moi de pratiquer chaque fois que nous parlons!" Poor little Mikey misinterpreted."
Mike clapped his hand against his forehead and sighed, causing Maryse to laugh on the other end.
"Excuse me for not being French Canadian, Miss Teacher...Lady...Person?"
"Hehee...okay, student. I won't give you too bad of a grade for that performance."
"So does that leave me with a 'B'?"
"Meh...I'll give you a 'C' for effort."
"A 'C'? Ah c'mon, that's totally a 'B' at best!"
Maryse giggled once again on the other line.
"Nope. A 'C'."
"'B'."
"'C'."
"B!"
"Haha...Be-'C'!"
"Waaaah...you mean person you!"
Mike faked a sniffling noise.
"Awwwwww...does Mikey want a 'B'?"
"Yes, pwease..."
"Oh okay...'B'."
"Yaaay!"
Maryse burst with laughter at the man's idiotic, yet adorable personality and decided to finally change the subject.
"So...what are you doing right now?"
"Well, I was in the process of leaving the arena. But..."
"You're still there? Damn, you're slow!"
"Well, I nearly fell asleep against the wall during last portion of the show with Triple H and Randy Orton, also."
"That boring, huh?"
"It wasn't so boring the first twenty times I had to see them on my screen, but after a while of the same shit over and over again..."
"I agree. Somebody needs to slap the writers in the back of their heads for not coming up with more original storylines."
"I know, right?"
Suddenly, Michael heard a faint yawn on Maryse's end.
"I'm so tired...you need to get your butt back over to the hotel and get some sleep. After all, we're going to be travelling around The United States all week long!'
Mike groaned; he didn't want to be reminded of the restless week that's in store for him.
"Okay, Mom. Good night."
"Bonne nuit."
With this, Michael flipped the phone closed and stuffed it back into his back pocket. He grabbed his gymbag from the ground and clicked the middle button on his car keys to pop the trunk open. He dropped the light gymbag into the trunk and closed it shut. Afterwords, he opened the door to the driver's side of the Mercury Sable and closed it.
After he fastened his seatbelt, he stuck the key into the ignition. Before he continued on with leaving, he decided to just sit in his seat for a moment, thinking about how the rest of the week would pan out. The WWE superstars would first travel to Florida to perform for the untelevised FCW, then they'd have have to travel to some location for media promotions, followed by a soon to be announced location for weekly event that took place every Saturday, which would lastly result in the gang travelling to Nashville, Tennessee for the next episode of Monday Night RAW. Yes, the schedule was hectic, but at least Michael had at least one friend to travel with.
With this thought, the man finally started the car, shifted into drive, and drove through the mostly empty parking lot...leaving for long night's rest.
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As you can probably tell, this chapter is mainly character development written for Maryse (seeing how she just entered the story one chapter ago). Really, I didn't have many ideas for this chapter originally because I brainstormed more on what happens in the chapter after this one. But, I think I created a strong enough link between this chapter and the next with the ending. :) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed and I want to thank Bourtonfreak13, booxradley, and Salem Dae for the kind reviews! :D