A/N: We are officially on the road to Wrestlemania! I am so proud of Roman for getting his moment! I was so happy on Sunday! This is Roman's year! I can feel it! As for my story, well….Envy is about to start to pick up again! So enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-Five: Hostile Tension
It had been a couple of days since Mike last spoke to Eve, but all of that changed when he saw her in the hallway. The former Diva looked horrible. "Eve! What the hell happened to you?" He questioned, clearly worried about her.
"Roman's "girlfriend" decided to teach me a "lesson" she said it was her way of giving you a message." Eve replied, her tone of voice was a low growl, letting Mike know that she was far from pleased. "That little bitch curbstomp me too. She claims she wants to be nothing like Seth, but I got news for her, she's just like him." Eve muttered as she rubbed the back of her head. She was sure that she had a slight concussion because of force behind Sasha Bank's curbstomp, but she Denver native also had multiple marks on her face, a bloody nose, and busted lip.
In all honestly, she looked like hell.
Thanks Sasha.
Mike's blue eyes filled with anger, but then it had quickly faded away. "Come back to my hotel room with me so I can help you get cleaned up."
Eve opened her mouth to protest, but Mike spoke before she could. "Look, I know we haven't talked in a couple of days, and I know the last time we did speak, it didn't go well. But let me help you, Eve. You're my girl, I gotta take care of you."
"Okay," she said, giving in. She couldn't turn him down. She cared about him too much. He offered her a warm, but weak smile, and the two friends headed towards his hotel room.
For now, he had to hide his anger. But he was going to approach Roman due to Sasha's actions.
You can believe that.
He may have leaked a video of them, but if you're going to be sloppy and practically have sex in a public place, what else do you expect? "How much pain are in you on a scale of one to ten? Don't bother lying to me either. I always know when you do."
Eve frowned. It was true, he did always know when she was lying to him. But I guess that's one of the qualities you get in a best friend. "An eight." She finally told him. "But honestly, I'll be fine, and trust me when I tell you I will be paying her a visit."
The Ohio native nodded his head. He had no reason to protect. He was glad that Eve was standing up for herself. She wasn't the type of girl to take shit from anyone anyway. If she needed to put someone in their place, she would. That's exactly what she felt Sasha needed.
The Boston native had a lot of balls to actually attack Eve, the brunette woman had to admit. But did she truly know what she had gotten herself into? If Eve was in the mood, she could just go and beat Sasha's ass.
Though she wasn't going to. She had other plans.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the feeling of Mike dapping her lower lip with a warm washcloth. "I'm sorry Eve," he mumbled. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have given that video to Steph."
"Don't worry about it," she said with a shake of her head. "None of that matters anymore. Your focus needs to be on the Rumble that's happening tomorrow, remember? You have two matches. Your tag team title match and the Rumble itself."
"I know," he said. "Just wanna make sure that you're okay."
"I'll be fine, I promise."
"Okay," he sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to fight her. "How's your head?"
"I'll be fine Mikey," she repeated. A smile crossed her lips at the amount of concern he had for her. It was sweet.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop asking," he mumbled as he tossed the washcloth aside.
"Thank you." She said as she gave him a smile, and then softly kissed his lips. "I appreciate your concern."
"That's my job as your best friend," he reminded her. "To always annoy you."
Eve laughed. "That's something you're great at," she winked.
-The morning of the Royal Rumble-
Eve woke up with still having a sour taste in her mouth. She was still pissed off due to the attack that had taken place.
The Denver native looked around the hotel room to see that Mike was already gone, though she had expected that. He had a very busy day.
It was time to Sasha Banks a visit.
The former Diva had gone to the front desk, and asked the lady what room Sasha was staying in. Once she was given the information she needed. she headed straight there.
"I'm the one who killed Kelly Kelly. And I killed Maryse." Eve could overhear Summer tell Sasha. This news had stopped her in her tracks. The Denver native hadn't expected Summer to be here too. She had no idea how she was going to share with news with Miz, but she knew that she would have to at some point.
She patiently waited five more minutes before entering the room. Sasha opened her mouth to say something, but Eve spoke before she could. "Don't worry honey. I remember who you are," Eve told the Boston native as she locked eyes with her. She walked over to where the two girls sat on the bed.
Wasting no time, she slapped Sasha as hard as she could across the face, causing her glasses to fly off of her face. She then took something out of her purse that was currently hanging on her shoulder. "I heard you have a drinking problem," Eve started. "Though everyone saw that first hand at the New Years Eve party, didn't they?" She faked a smile before tossing two bottles of wine into Sasha's lap. "Drink up."
Eve then turned her attention to Summer. "I know who you are too. You're the bitch that stabbed my boyfriend in the back." The Denver beauty wasn't sure why she had referred to Mike as her boyfriend. It had just kind of slipped. A hard slap had connected with a side of Summer's face. and it made Eve feel a least a little better.
But this wasn't even the hard part. The hard part was telling Mike what she had overheard about ten minutes ago. She had walked out of the room without another word to either of the girls, but she had made her point so there was nothing else for her to say.
Meanwhile, Miz had his own things to take care of before the Rumble tonight. The Ohio native was currently looking for the Powerhouse known as Roman Reigns. He had a score to settle with that man, and rightfully so.
Apparently, Sasha thought it was okay for her to put her hands on Eve. The Boston native couldn't have been more wrong. She had no right to put her hands on Eve, and Mike had every intention of letting Roman know that.
He knew what he was getting himself into, approaching someone who was almost twice his size, but Eve was his girl, and he had defend her honor. No matter what the outcome was going to be.
After twenty minutes of looking, Mike had finally found Roman working out in the hotel gym. He should've looked here to begin with. Wasting no time, he stormed over to the Powerhouse. "I need to talk to you." He said, his tone of voice letting Roman know that he wasn't here to beat around the bush.
"It can wait," Roman said, ignoring the Miz as he continued to focus on his workout routine. Ever so impatient, Miz cut in once more raising his voice, "no it can't. We need to talk now Roman!" the Hollywood celebrity hollered, nearly rendering Roman's ears incapable of hearing. Setting the weight bar down, Roman sat up from under the bar and rose to his feet, completely towering over the Awesome One.
Whether it was his adrenaline or his frustration that was fueling him, the former tag team champion used it to conquer any potential fear he could have had in that moment. "Who the hell does your little pet Sasha Banks thinks she is attacking Eve the way she did?! Huh?! That attack was completely unprovoked!" Miz proclaimed, but Roman looked at him like he was some crazed maniac.
"Look, I don't know what kind of drugs they give out in Hollywood, but clearly you need to stop taking them. I haven't even been with Sasha all day-" Roman said, but Miz abruptly interrupted boldly. "I'm not on drugs you big ape! I know about you and Sasha, and all the bullshit you two get into when you think nobody's looking. I know because I filmed you!" Miz exclaimed. "You think you're the next golden boy of the company, but nobody's been doing longer or better than ME, the true A-lister of this company!"
"And you see, that's where you made your first mistake; sticking your nose in my business," Roman said, delivering a stiff uppercut that sent the Miz sprawling into a heavy weight set of dumbbells. "You really are an envious son of a bitch, aren't you?" Roman said, eyes turning gray and glowing of anger at the Awesome One. Miz staggered to his feet, staring the Samoan powerhouse in the eyes.
"I don't care! You or Sasha or anyone else-no one puts their hands on Eve! Nobody!" Miz As yelled, throwing a dumbbell at Roman only to miss and have it hit Fandango in the face and knock him out cold. He immediately jumped at Roman, throwing lefts and rights at the former Shield member, but Roman just wasn't a guy to be trifled with. Roman hit a few stiff knees to the gut to create distance between them, and as soon as the Miz looked up, there was Roman flying through the air and delivering a devastating Superman Punch, right in the money maker.
Miz staggered once more, holding his jaw in pain as he tried to get to his feet, but Roman put a boot down firmly on his chest to hold him down to the ground. "Do yourself a favor and don't get up. You're wasting my time and you're wasting your own damn time. I don't control Sasha and whatever the hell she gets herself into, so you made a big mistake coming to confront me." Roman picked the Miz up and pinned him against the wall, gritting his teeth like a seething bulldog, with the Miz glaring just as hard as he could back.
"Tonight, I'm going to win the Royal Rumble match, and I'm going to take out every single person who's standing in my way, including you so if you know what's good for you, you'll get eliminated before I even come out there," Roman said, tossing the Miz aside to the ground and as he turned to leave the gym, he said aloud, "believe that."
Miz rubbed his jaw as he cracked a couple of the bones. Roman Reign's was one tough son a bitch, but he had defended Eve's honor, and that's what was most important to him.
He decided to head back to the hotel one last time before going to the arena. He had to get his packed suitcase anyways. "Miz! You're just the person I wanted to see!"
Mike groaned at the sound of Kane's voice. "For fuck sakes." He muttered, "what the hell do you want Kane?"
"I just wanted to inform you that you're going to enter tonight's Rumble at number one! Congratulations Miz! You're lucky number one!"
Growling low in his throat, the Ohio native stared back at Kane. He flipped him off before heading towards his hotel room. He had no time for this shit.
"Mikey?" Eve questioned as soon as she saw him. The uppercut and Superman punch outcomes were starting to show. "What happened to you?"
"It's nothing," he mumbled with a shake of his head. He was in no mood now. He walked over to his suitcase, picking it up off the floor.
"Can I go with you?" Eve asked him, catching Miz off guard.
"Sure," he answered. "But we need to leave now."
-The Royal Rumble-
After a back and forth match that Miz was in ninety percent of the time while he left Mizdow out in the cold, he and his stunt double had fallen short yet again. It didn't change the fact that it was still a great match nonetheless with a few close calls.
As much as he wanted another shot at the tag titles, Miz hoped that his feud with the Uso's was over. It was time for something new and fresh.
"Good luck," Eve said quietly, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek as a way of wishing him good luck.
"Thank you," Miz quietly replied as he bounced on his heels nervously. Moments later, his music played through the arena and the WWE Universe learned who their first Superstar was to enter the Rumble.
Moments later, R-Truth came out. Miz rolled his eyes as he stood in the far corner of the ring. It always seemed like he and R-Truth were the first two Superstars to start off the Rumble.
The Ohio native waited while Truth did he "what's up" bullshit. But after a while, he got sick of waiting, and fans could tell that he was sick of waiting. If he could've, he would've just thrown the damn fool out of the ring already.
Shut the fuck up. We're here to put on a match. Not a rap show! Miz angrily thought to himself as he waved his arms around.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, R-Truth was ready to begin the match.
Finally!
The former tag partners went back and forth, and before they knew it, the crowd was counting down letting them know that entry number three was on his way.
The smark crowd of Philly erupted with cheers as Bubba Ray Dudley stood at the top of the ramp. Mike's face was priceless once he realized who it was, and sadly for Miz it was only going to get worse when he became the first person to be eliminated.
Miz's familiar music played through the arena and once again, the crowd of smarks seemed to cheer, knowing that this time it was going to be Mizdow.
What they didn't expect however was Miz to be back out there. "What the hell do you think you're doing Damien!? This is my second chance! This is my spot! You're my stunt double!"
The crowd couldn't hear what they were saying, but next thing they knew, Miz was standing up on the apron of the ring. Unfortunately for the Ohio native, Roman pushed him off with one hand, sending him flying. "Goddamn it," he muttered.
As for Damien, he stood there confused. He had a choice to make. He could either listen to Miz, or he could have his time to shine and go into the ring. After looking back and forth from Miz to the ring, the California native finally made his decision, and ran towards the ring.
However, sadly for Mizdow he didn't last long at all. He was quickly thrown over the top rope, and he crawled over to where Miz was still sitting. "I can't believe you!" Miz shouted at him. "I did not tell you that you could enter that ring! I told you this was my chance! My second chance! How dare you!"
Damien sat there mocking each and everyone of Mike's movements, and this only fueled his anger. The Ohio native got up, storming backstage with his stunt double on his heels. "It's not that big of a deal. You can't enter the Rumble twice anyway." Mizdow casually told his friend.
"No big deal!?" Miz echoed, spinning around to face Damien. "It is a big deal because you didn't listen to me!" He yelled. "You work for me, Damien! Remember, you're my stunt double. You do as I tell you." He growled, trying to keep his cool.
"Well you know what? Right now I don't even feel like listening to you." Mizdow spat before walking away.
Mike growled low in his throat as he watched his stunt double go. Whatever, he thought as he grabbed his water bottle off a stack of boxes before gulping down almost half of it.
He leaned against the wall as he decided to watch the rest of the Royal Rumble match. He knew that Eve had watched his match, and his part in the Rumble and went to go get something to eat since they didn't have time to eat before they came to the arena. He would find her afterwards.
The Ohio native couldn't help but to be confused as he looked at the final four in the ring. Kane, Big Show, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose.
Really?
Miz shook his head. He couldn't understand why two old timers like Big Show and Kane were in the final four. It made no sense. They had no reason to be in there. They didn't need this. He watched as the two threw Dean over the top as if he was nothing. Like he didn't belong here in this company. They had done the same thing to Bray Wyatt and Dolph Ziggler.
His blue eyes looked on as he watched Roman throw out Big Show and Kane. Moments later he would spear Rusev before throwing him over the top rope as well.
Roman Reigns had done it. He got his moment. He was going to Wrestlemania.
As much as he wanted to watch Roman celebrate with his cousin the Rock, something else had caught his eye. It was Dean Ambrose.
The Lunatic Fringe looked different. Miz couldn't put his finger on what was different.
Dean was happy for Roman, of course he was. That was his brotha. It was Roman's night. But there was a part of him that also felt disappointed in himself. He had made it to the final four only to be thrown out by Big Show and Kane out of all people.
He went over to one of the walls, leaning against it. He slowly slid down until he was in a sitting position, resting his elbows on his knees. "Fuckin' bullshit," he muttered to himself with a shake of his head.
Feeling as if someone was watching him, his blue eyes slowly looked up to see Emma looking down at him. "Don't take a step closer, Emma. I promise you I will cut you with a goddamn knife." He told her, his eyes had darkened, and his tone of voice was a low growl.
The blonde Diva quickly ran away seeing that he was in no mood.
"Never trust a blonde," Miz told Dean as he approached the Lunatic Fringe. "They're backstabbing bitches. I would know."
Ambrose couldn't help but chuckle slightly as stood to his feet. "Why the hell would I take advice from you? You're nothing more than a reality tv star." He snapped before walking away.
Mike watched him go as anger filled him. Everyone always judged him.
But the truth was, nobody knew Mike Mizanin at all.
A/N: Chapter twenty-five is finished! I really hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter, and please don't forget to leave a review! Also, don't forget to check out the rest of the series of course!
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