"Oh I am so glad I'm done with Eve...as far as title matches are concerned." Shauna remarks as she's getting ready for the show in the bathroom.
"That's a good thing. I'm just glad we won't have to see her much anymore."
"Oh I know she'll make an effort to come around...just to continue to try to flirt with you."
"It's not going to work. I only have eyes for you."
"Yes, I know that."
"Let her come around. She'll just get a beat down for her attempts."
"Yes she will. She may not be after my title anymore, but that won't stop me from going after her."
"Right."
"And at least you don't have to worry about Wade tonight."
"No and that's a good thing...for us anyway."
"Do you know who you're putting the title on the line against?"
"I do and you may not like it."
"Oh god...tell me."
"Drew."
"Ugh."
"I know, but don't worry. He's not getting the title. I can guarantee you that."
"Oh I know that."
"And nothing's going to happen to you either. Mike is lending me some extra people to watch for you while we're out there."
"Anyone specific? Or just extra security?"
"I believe security. Since Stef will be with him, they won't need it at that time."
"Ohh."
"From now on, that's how it's going to be. Nothing is going to happen to you."
"Well good."
"Not if I can help it. I love you to much for that to happen."
"I love you too."
"You almost ready? I was thinking we could get something to eat on the way."
"Yup, I just want to make sure everything is perfect."
"It always does."
"You always think so." She says as she finishes and come out of the bathroom.
"Wow...that dress...so...amazing."
"Well I still know how much you love the blue, so I went with that tonight."
"I do love it on you and it's perfect."
"I thought so."
"I don't want to take my eyes off you..."
"Since when do you ever?"
"True."
Since she had everything else all ready, she just pull on a jacket and then grab her bag. He grabs his bag as well after getting his jacket on. Once they have everything, they lace their fingers then leave the room and head to the elevators. Once that reaches the lobby, they head out to the car, putting their things in the back then getting in. He like always chooses to drive, and after he pulls out of the parking lot, he heads to a place to eat along the way. They get the food to go, deciding to eat at the arena so they don't get their clothes messy. When they reach the arena, he offers to get the bags, while she carries the food. She nods as they get out of the car and he goes to the back to get their bags. He locks the car, before they head inside and find their locker room. With Mike and I, we were finishing up with getting ready ourselves. All that was left to do was my hair. I was standing in front of the mirror putting in the last few curls while he was fixing his tie.
"You look adorable." He grins.
"Why thank you. I did do my best."
"And you were successful."
"Don't I always?" I chuckle.
"Yes, you're always are successful."
"Of course. I'm just that good." I smirk.
"Yes you are."
After getting all the curls perfect, I shut the curler off then set it to the side to cool. I tease the curls a bit then turn to face him.
"Well?"
"Amazing."
"Aren't I." I grin, confidently.
"Always."
"Just like you. Always looking so good in those suits."
"And I don't even have to try."
"No you don't. You make them look good."
"And they're all custom made for me too."
"That makes it even better. They're all perfect. There's not one I don't like." I run my hands up the arms of his suit jacket. "So soft and silky too."
"I only get the best."
"As you should. You deserve to have only the best."
"So do you."
"I already have the best." I kiss his cheek.
"So do I."
"Awww." I blush. "That's why I love you."
"I love you too."
"Almost ready?"
"Yup." He nods.
"Alright. I'm just going to get my shoes." I give him a kiss before leaving the bathroom.
I walk out too get those on then decide to take a picture of my outfit. I take one and since it didn't come out good, I took another. Right as I took the other, he walked out of the bathroom and came behind me, his arms going around my waist.
"I really love that picture. I think I'm going to tweet it." I say, going onto Twitter.
"I think you should."
"I'm going to." I post the picture saying, 'With the best boyfriend anyone can have. Love you mikethemiz.'
"Awwww." He grins.
"It's the truth and I don't care what anyone has to say about it either."
"If people don't believe it after Raw in England, and all the Raws after that, then they're in denial."
"They probably are. That or just jealous. Some of the tweets I got from my fans...just...wow."
"Jealousy is an ugly thing."
"Yes it is and that's what most of my fans and yours are. Jealous."
"Best thing to do is ignore them."
"That's what I've been doing for weeks now."
"Good."
"You've made that easy enough for me anyway." I laugh.
"Of course."
"Once you let me go, all I need is my jacket then we can go."
"Right." He nods, letting go.
I go over to where my jacket was, putting that on. I then grab my bag, walking back over to him, ready to go.
"After you." He grins.
"As always." I chuckle, walking to the door with him following.
Once we're out into the hallway, he shuts the door and laces his fingers with mine, and then we head to the elevator, heading down to the lobby and out to the car. After putting our things in the back, he helps me in then goes to the other side. Once he's in and ready, he starts to head for the arena. It doesn't take too long to get there, and once we pull up, we get out and grab our things from the back and head inside. After we get inside, we head straight to the locker room. Once in there, we set our things down and sit on the couch.
"Well we plenty of time to ourselves before our matches."
"When is mine exactly? I know yours is the last."
"After the World Heavyweight Championship match."
"That's not to bad then."
"No and it's only two matches before mine, so you'll have time to relax before going out with me for my match."
"Good. I'm going too need it too."
"Which is why I gave you enough time to relax after the match."
"That's why you're the best." I kiss him quick.
"So are you."
"I believe you're better, but I'll agree with you...this time."
"You always agree with me."
"You're just so convincing."
"Yes, yes I am."
"So that's why I always agree with you."
"Of course."
"You have anything else besides your match tonight or is that it?"
"I believe that's it."
"Good. We don't have to move at all then."
"Nope...unless something happens that's unscripted."
"Hopefully nothing does."
"I hope not either, but we'll have to see."
"Right."
"But for now..." He trails off, pulling me onto his lap.
"You want your cuddle time."
"I do."
"Then you'll get that and anything else you want too."
"Because we have plenty of time for it."
"We do." I run my fingers through his hair.
"Try not to mess the hair up." He chuckles.
"If I do?" I grin.
"Oh, you know."
"I take that as a challenge."
"Of course you do."
"Well then..." I mess it up a bit on the bottom.
"I can let that slide...this time."
"I'm just that special."
"You really are." He grins, kissing me quick.
"I better be." I joke.
"I tell you every day that you are, so it's true."
"I know. I'm just messing with you." I kiss his nose. "You're just as special to me too."
"As you show me every day."
"I'll continue to do so too. It's never going to stop."
"Touche."
So, what's your plan now? Just going to be touchy until the show starts?"
"That's the plan."
"Always is with you."
"Can you blame me?"
"No. It's usually my fault."
"I do have to agree with that."
"I just like giving you what you like to see and deserve."
"Which is a lot."
"Well, I do have to look good if I'm going to be seen with you. Can't really dress how I do at home all the time."
"You look good in anything you wear. Sure if it involves TV, you dress up a little bit more, but you look good in anything."
"You would think I do. I think I look best like this...all dressed up."
"Well to me, you look best either way."
"To me, that's all that matters."
"As it should."
"Always will be." I lean my forehead against his, stealing a kiss.
I go to pull away, but he doesn't let me, pulling me back closer to him, his arms going around me. My hand that was resting on his shoulder moved to his cheek, cupping it while my other hand stays around his neck. I smile into the kiss, one that he keeps going for some time. When he feels it's gone long enough, he pulls away, but not without making the kiss linger.
"Mmm...so glad we don't have to hide that now."
"So am I. So so glad."
"I get to kiss and hold you whenever I want." He adds.
"You do and I love that."
"And there's nothing anyone can do about it."
"Nope. Not a damn thing."
"Not Dolph, not anyone. If you ask me, Dolph's just as jealous as the fans."
"I think he the most jealous of all and it's scary."
"It really is."
"So far he's kept his distance, but that can't last for much longer." I say as my phone goes off. I look at it to see an unknown number. "See?" I show him my phone. "I was right."
"Never gives up."
"Nope." I shake my head. "Looks like I have to change my number...again." I sigh.
"We can just have his number blocked can't we?"
"I don't know. Is that possible?"
"It's worth a shot."
"I'll see what I can do about it tomorrow."
"If not, then we'll change your number." He nods.
"Right."
"Last resort is a restraining order."
"Hopefully he doesn't go that far." I move closer to him.
"Let's hope not."
"I don't want to think about him anymore." I mumble, hiding my face in his neck.
"No me neither, but he is booked in the first match so..."
"Nooooo." I whine. "I don't want to watch it then."
"You don't have to, but I do unfortunately."
"Boooo. I wish you didn't have to."
"I know, I know. But I do have to pay attention to the Raw superstars in this traditional 5-on-5 elimination tag match."
"Right, of course."
"Kind of switched the matches around. This match was supposed to be last, but I figured getting it over with ahead of time would be better."
"I'm glad you did that. I'd rather him be out first then have to see him later. Maybe you can send him home after his match." I laugh a bit.
"I just might too."
"Good. It'll be a good night then."
"I'll make sure of it."
"Perfect." I smile. "Love you." I kiss him quick.
"I love you too."
He steals another kiss, not pulling away. He only pulls away when we hear the show starting. "Booo...starting already."
"Then sooner it starts, the sooner it's over."
"True."
"I'm just going to occupy myself." I grin, playing with his hair for now.
"Of course." He chuckles.
"I'll try not to distract you to much."
"You try your very best."
"I will." I rest my head on his shoulder, my fingers light going through his hair.
The first match as planned was the traditional 5-on-5 Elimination Tag Match. Team Foley vs Team Ziggler. On Ziggler's team it was him, Otunga, Damien, Del Rio and Cesaro. On Mick's team it was Kofi, Kane, Daniel, Randy and Zack.
"Teams seem to be equal. This should be interesting." Mike comments.
"And good job putting Zack on the card too. He deserves it."
"He does and that's why I added him."
In the match, Kane would score the first elimination, as he hits Damien with a chokeslam, pinning him and sending him packing.
"Aww too bad."
"Team Raw's winning I take it." I mumble.
"We'll have to see."
"Right, still early."
However, it was not long after that when Team Hell No would cost their team dearly as an intense argument between Kane and Daniel, led to Kane tossing him out of the ring, and with Kane's back turned, Dolph was able to catch him off guard with the Zig Zag, pinning Kane and eliminating him from the match, evening the odds.
"Damn. Going to have to talk to those two."
But later on in the match, Daniel would lock Otunga in the No Lock, forcing him to tap out and go packing himself.
"That's not what we do on Raw. We make people tap. Otunga is on my list."
Daniel had tagged Kofi in and then Cesaro came in. It wasn't long until Cesaro took Kofi out with the Neutralizer, and then later, Del Rio would lock in the cross armbreaker on Daniel, leaving him no choice but to tap out.
"Not looking to good." He grumbles.
Zack finally got into the match and he would plant Cesaro with the Rough Ryder, sending him out of the match. His momentum would come to a halt by Del Rio, as he scored with the step-up enziguiri on Zack to eliminate him. Mike shakes his head, not to happy. It now came down to only Randy, Del Rio and Ziggler. Randy would take it to both Ziggler and Del Rio, and at one point Ricardo tried to get involved, but Mick would rely on an old friend...Mr. Socko, taking Ricardo out of the equation. Back in the ring, Randy continued to fight for the survival of Team Foley as he was able to catch Del Rio with the RKO to eliminate him.
"Well, that's just not good for us."
"Randy and Ziggler...oh boy."
"I hope Randy takes him out and takes him out good."
After planting Dolph with his signature DDT, it would look like he was ready to RKO him. But he wanted to do more than just simply win the match, as he sizes Dolph up for the punt to the skull. In a surprising turn of events, when Randy got close enough, Dolph popped up and surprised Randy with a super kick. He then covers Randy and scores a major upset to win the match and end up the sole survivor of his team.
"I did not see that coming. I'm glad our team won, but not that he got it for us."
"Right."
"Now he's never going to leave the arena. Not after that. He's going to gloat."
"Of course." Mike sighs.
"I vote for staying in here with the door locked all night. You know he's going to come here and brag about it."
"Obviously. Want me to go lock the door now?"
"Please?"
"Just gonna have to move for a second."
"That's fine." I move from his lap so he can get up.
Once he does, he goes over to the door and locks it, so that if anyone comes in they'll have to knock first. He then comes back over, sitting down and pulling me on his lap.
"Now I feel better."
"Good."
"now we can enjoy the show."
"Yes we can." He nods.
In the meantime, Shauna was all ready to go for her match since it was coming up next.
"You're going to do amazing out there."
"Oh I know, and win or lose, Kaitlyn and I still have that respect for each other."
"Right and that's a good thing."
"And finally the fans can see something different."
"Yes and they're going to love it."
"But I know Eve is behind the attacks that have been happening on my opponents these past few weeks. Jealous much?"
"I think she is. She needs to deal with the fact she's not the main diva anymore."
"Exactly."
"She won't get to you. I'll make sure of that."
"Oh I know that, but it's I'm Kaitlyn worried about tonight."
"Right."
"I think we should go find her to make sure nothing happens."
"That would be best." He nods.
"Then let's go quick. I just have a bad feeling about her walking to the curtain alone."
"Lets go."
They head out of the locker room and go to find Kaitlyn. It took a bit, but they finally found her and she indeed was being attacked.*
"I knew it." She states, rushing over and pulling the attacker off of her. "Let's find out who you are huh? You've been attacking all my opponents leading up to tonight." She grumbles, removing the hood, which ended up removing a wig at the same time. "Aksana. You're kidding me right?" She says as she steps back.
"Uh...no. Aksana not here." She tries to deny.
"Maybe you should've kept your hair blonde." Shauna growls before picking her up from the ground and keeping a tight grip on the hoodie she was wearing to help disguise herself. "Now I'm only going to ask once. Eve put you up to the attacks didn't she?"
"I'll never tell. You won't get it out of me."
"Ugh, you're just pathetic." Shauna shakes her head and that's when she spots Eve ahead. That's when she pushes Aksana away, so she ends up sliding back towards Eve. "Attack any of my competition again and it'll be the last thing you do Aksana!" She exclaims as she runs away. "And what are you looking at?" She says to Eve, a bit irritated right now.
"I was just coming to check on Kaitlyn. I heard something happened to her." Eve acts innocent.
"I mean, it would be a shame for something to happen to her before your match." Eve adds.
"Oh like you didn't know." Shauna rolls her eyes.
"You know, I've had enough of you." Shauna grumbles, storming towards her. She then shoves her hard so she falls to the ground. "Stop trying to get chances at my title. You're not getting it so suck it up and learn to accept it!"
"Then who's going to face you?! No one else here is capable of it."
"Well if you didn't know, Kaitlyn has a title shot tonight. So that's why you sent Aksana after her."
"Yeah, but how is she going to fight? She's hurt."
"You must be blind, she looks fine to me."
"Whatever you say."
"Kaitlyn, what do you say we teach Eve a lesson for her actions?"
"I don't think that's a good idea." Eve backs away. "Booker will not be to happy with you both."
"Yeah? He can't do anything. Is he the GM of Raw? No."
"I don't think the Raw GM will be to happy with it either." Eve tries talking her way out.
"Yeah you keep telling yourself that. He is the one who stopped you from getting titles shots against me afterall."
"B-but...you won't do anything. I don't believe you. You both are to weak."
"Says the one on the ground and backing away like a scared little girl."
"Well it's not fair! Two on one is an unfair advantage."
"Then I suggest you get far away from us."
"Fine. I'll leave you alone. Happy?"
"I'm ecstatic."
"Good. Now, back up would you." She states with attitude more then asking as she starts to stand.
"Whatever." Shauna rolls her eyes and turns to face Kaitlyn.
"You ready to do this?" Kaitlyn holds out her fist, for a fist bump.
"Let the best woman win." She fist bumps her.
They then start to make their way to the curtain for the match. When they get there, since she was the title holder, she went out first with Alex. She makes her way down the ramp, holding the title in the air. Once at the ring, she does herr poses before Alex holds the ropes for her to get in. They only have to wait a short time before Kaitlyn came out next. She does her entrance, making her way to te ring. She does all her poses after getting in the ring. The ref takes the title from Shauna, showing it to them then the crowd before handing it off and ringing the bell. They start off with a handshake, showing the sign of respect of course. And they start off the match, having a little fun. The best way to start off a match between friends. Then they get more serious and Shauna ends up getting her in a side headlock and take her down, keeping her on the apron.
"Good job! Keep her down! You're doing great!" Alex cheers.
Kaitlyn starts to get to her feet and elbows Shauna in the gut a few times to make her let go and she does. Kaitlyn comes off the ropes and catches her with a shoulderblock, which sends her down onto the apron on her back. She comes off the ropes again, going for an elbow, but Shauna moves over to her stomach which causes Kaitlyn to hop over her. That gives Shauna the chance to get to her feet and she leapfrog jumps over Kaitly when she comes back. Shauna turns around and quickly ducks a clothesline and then she gets her into a spinning headscissors, which sends her across the ring.
"That's it! Keep up the pace. Get her tired. You got this!"
Kaitlyn crawls over to the corner and Shauna backs up into the opposite one. She waits until Kaitlyn's standing to charge at her, hoping to spear her in the corner. But she moves and Shauna ends up going through the ropes, and she hits the ring post shoulder first, and she ends up falling to the outside.
"Damn it!" Alex mutters, rushing over to her. "You alright?" He checks her over.
"That hurt like hell." She grimaces, holding her shoulder.
"Can you continue or no? I don't want you to go any farther."
"I want to finish this match the right way."
"Alright." He nods, helping her up. "Just be careful."
"I'll work through the pain." She nods.
As much as he doesn't want to, he helps her up and back in the ring, watching with concern. And of course, even though Kaitlyn didn't want to, she used the hurt arm to her advantage, apologizing to Shauna ahead of time before she went after it.
"Come on! Not the arm! Get her off ref!" Alex yells.
Kaitlyn gets her in an abdominal stretch, but that also stretches her arm the way it's positioned too. Shauna keeps telling the ref that she doesn't want to give up, and she wants to keep going.
"You can get through this! You're strong! Work through the pain!" Alex encourages, hitting the mat. Shauna manages to move her feet so she's in a spot to get out of the hold. She starts to elbow Kaitlyn in the side so she has to let go and she does. Alex sighs in relief.
"About time." He mutters. "Now go after her! You're strong, you can do it!" He encourages.
Despite her shoulder hurting as much as it was, she still gave it her all in the rest of the match. She hit Kaitlyn with everything she had, and had Kaitly set up for her finisher. Once she had hit it, she covered her for the pin, the ref counting to three. Her theme goes off, Alex ecstatic. He gets her title, getting in the ring to check on her after the ref raises her hand.
"Are you sure you're alright now?"
"I don't know." She winces. "I need to go to the trainers."
"I would've advised that anyway, even if you didn't."
"Of course." She nods. "Lets head there now."
He nods and they exit the ring, of course her being the more careful when she exits the ring. They head up the ramp, her holding her title up with her good arm. As soon as they get behind the curtain, she hands him her title and leans on him for support.
"Now that I'm not fighting through the pain, it really hurts."
"All your adrenaline wore off, that's why you feel it. It's best to get you checked out right away." He heads for the trainers.
"Right, right, I know."
"Once we're done, it's right to resting when we get to the locker room."
"But your match is next."
"I would rather you rest. I want you out there with me, but you resting would make me feel better."
"Alright."
"We'll see what they say and if they give you something. I know you really want to be out there."
"You're right about that."
"I know...only if you promise to stay on commentary where it's safe."
"I promise."
"Then I suppose you can come out, but right after that it's resting for the whole night."
"Definitely." She nods.
They finally reach the trainers room, walking in then sitting on one of the tables. Alex, of course, helps her sit while they wait for a trainer to come over. It doesn't take too long and soon the trainer comes over and she tells him what happened and he checks over her shoulder.
"Nothing seems to be out of place. The most it'll be is sore for a few days and you might have some bruising. Taking it easy is the best thing. I'll get you some ice for now and something for the pain."
She nods and thanks him and he goes to get both.
"Nothing serious."
"That's a huge relief." Alex sighs in relief.
"I'll take some of the pain meds and keep the ice on my shoulder when I go out there with you for your match."
"That makes me feel a bit better."
"Good. It should."
Soon the trainer comes back with everything plus a cup of water so she can take the meds. After taking those, she's allowed to leave then starts to head to the curtain with Alex for his match.
"If only your match was later, I would have time to relax."
"I know, but it's better to get it done and over with then have to get up after being relaxed."
"True."
"Hopefully this won't be to long. He's really not much competition anyway."
"No, not really."
"Hopefully he's already there so we don't have to wait for him.
"I hope so."
Just as they reach the curtain, they see Drew already waiting there.
"Ugh. He's waiting already."
"Better then having to wait forever for him to show up."
"I just hope he doesn't say anything."
"We'll keep our distance until the match starts."
"Good." She nods.
They don't have to wait long before Drew's music goes off since Alex chose to go out last. Once he's gone they step closer to the ramp.
"Oh thank god."
Once he's in the ring, Alex's music goes off, them walking out. He raises the title in the air at the top of the ramp before putting it over his shoulder, taking her hand. They make their way to the ring, Alex doing his poses on there and her heading to commentary. And like always after putting a headset on, she's greeted by Cole and them. More so the others than Cole, because he just doesn't like her ever since the whole Eve thing.
"Shauna, thanks for joining us. How's the shoulder?" Jerry asks.
"Well I was looked at backstage. It's nothing serious. Nothing's broken, so I can be relieved about that. I did take something for the pain, and with the ice, it's feeling better...for now."
"Well that's good. I know you want to focus on this match though."
"I do. But I do want to say that I'll do anything to keep my title. Even if that means getting hurt like I did."
"You're just that tough. One of the toughest divas we have now."
"Why thank you. At least someone thinks so."
"Yeah yeah." Cole rolls his eyes. "Can we just pay attention to this match?"
"Why so you can point out everything that Alex is doing wrong, when he's not doing anything wrong at all? I'd rather you not talk about the match and leave it up to us to talk about it. Because we all know who you're favoring here."
"How do you know? He's a good competitor. Well, when he was with Miz he was."
"And he still is today."
"Sure he is." He rolls his eyes.
"He wouldn't be the champ if he wasn't."
"That was a fluke! He did not deserve that title. I know it. You know it. Everyone here knows it. He's going to choke tonight and lose that title."
"Ugh, just do us all a favor and shut up."
"How about you make me? Oh, that's right. You can't touch me. I'm an announcer and you'll lose your job."
"So you've said before."
"Exactly. Now just let US do OUR job and you sit there and look good like you're suppose to."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Just do your part and we'll do ours."
"I really don't think the GM likes your attitude right now."
"How do you know that? Is he in your ear telling you all this? No. Now just stop so we can watch this match."
"We'll see." She simply states, turning her attention to Alex since the match had already begun.
"Finally." Cole mutters.
She just rolls her eyes, deciding not to respond, watching as Alex has Drew on the apron in a side headlock, making sure to keep him there as long as he can.
"Come one Alex. Keep him there. Wear him down."
Drew starts to get to his feet eventually starts to elbow Alex in the gut to get out of the hold, and he does so. Drew comes off the ropes, only to get knocked back down with a dropkick.
"That's it! Keep him down!"
Drew gets back up and Alex quickly hits him with an armdrag takedown, and does that one more time before working on the right arm of Drew, making sure to keep him down as long as he could.
"You got it, you got it, you got it!"
Once again, Drew gets to his feet and out of the hold, twisting Alex's arm behind him in a reversal. That prompts Alex to elbow him in the face a few times for him to let go. Drew then goes for a clothesline when Alex turns around and Alex ducks, kicks him in the gut and then hits him with a DDT, going for the cover. However, Drew kicks out at 2 and 1/2.
"That was three! Come on ref!"
"That clearly wasn't. Drew got his shoulder up before three." Cole remarks.
"Oh just shut up. You're as blind as that ref is."
"Just calling it as I see it. Maybe you should try it."
"You know what...never mind. You're not worth it."
Alex then climbs to the top rope and waits for Drew to get up and turn around. Once he does, Alex jumps and hits him with a double axhandle. He helps him up and gets him into the corner and climbs up, hitting him with the ten fists to the head, before wrapping an arm around his neck and jumping off, faceplanting him. He rolls him over and goes for the cover, but Drew kicks out again.
"What's it going to take?" She mutters to herself. "You got this Alex. Win this thing!"
Alex starts to get frustrated, but moves away from Drew as he figures out what he needs to do. Once he has the plan set, he waits for Drew to get up once again. He sizes him up and hits him with a couple clotheslines before hitting him with a spinebuster. At this point, Alex is fired up and he waits for Drew to get up from being hit with the Spinebuster. It takes him a while, but he finally gets up and Alex gets him on his shoulders and hits him with his finisher. He goes for the pin again, but this time it's successful.
"See? Told you Cole." She smirks then takes off her headset.
She grabs his title on the way then gets ring the ring to celebrate with him. But as soon as she does that, that's when she notices at the top of the ramp, that Dolph and Wade were running out.
"Oh hell no." She grumbles, placing everything back down and going over and quickly getting a chair from ringside and sliding into the ring to stand next to Alex.
"They are NOT going to get involved."
What was keeping them from getting to either one of them was the security Mike let then use for the match, standing in front of the ring and in their way.
"Not with the security they're not."
"They better not."
"I'm prepared either way." She adds.
They make it look like they're going to come to the ring, but decide against it once security closes in. They get Drew then start to head up the ramp.
"Good, they decided against it."
"Because they don't stand a chance."
"No, they really don't."
They take their time walking up the ramp, staring at the Shauna and Alex. Once the three disappear behind the curtain, they wait for a bit before getting out of the ring and heading to the back, security close behind. Once they get to the back, they head back to the locker room, because they were sticking by what he said, and that was resting for the rest of the night.
"You want to change first or wait until later?" He asks after they walk in.
"I think I'll wait."
"Alright." He nods.
"You can though if you want."
"I might just do that."
"I'll be here waiting."
He nods, kissing her quick before he goes in to change. While she waits, she goes to the couch, laying down. She gets as comfortable as she can and not to long after that, he comes out all changed.
"Comfortable?" He asks.
"Very."
"Good. Do you need anything before I sit?"
"No, I think I'm good."
"Okay." He walks over to the couch, sitting on the end by her feet, gently lifting them up then sitting, her legs on his lap.
"This shoulder is definitely going to be stiff in the morning."
"That's to be expected. A hot bath should fix that. I'll have it ready when you wake up."
"Aww, well thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Definitely going to make sure you take it easy until you feel better." He adds.
"Let me guess. You're going to do everything for me until it's better."
"That's right."
"Like always."
"I just want you to feel better."
"I know and so do I."
"And the only way you can get better is if you take it easy and not do anything that will hurt you more."
"I plan on relaxing for the rest of the week. Don't worry."
"I know, and I'm still going to make sure of that."
"Of course you will."
"And I'm sure Mike will definitely give you the night off tomorrow."
"I believe he will. No doubt about that."
"I mean, he cares about my health as much as you do." She adds.
"Right, I know. Maybe we'll both get lucky and we can just stay at the hotel for the night and rest there."
"I would actually love that, we can watch the show from there."
"So would I. We'll see what he says in the morning."
"Right."
"Right now, lets just focus on rest and the show. It should be over before we know it."
She nods as they wait to see what the next match will be.
"You're definitely giving her the night off tomorrow right?" I ask.
"Of course. After what happened out there, she's going to need the rest."
"Probably advise her to stay back at the hotel then huh?"
"More then likely. Alex too. You know she's going to want to get at Eve and Aksana after tonight and won't back down."
"Right. Or Eve will send Aksana after her with that shoulder the way it is."
"Exactly and I'm not going to have that happen. She has the night off and I'm talking to Booker. I want her to rest for the week. No more shows."
"That's actually a good idea."
"I know. I'm just full of them." He grins.
"Yes, yes you are."
"Only a few more matches until yours." He smirks. "When you going too change?"
"Probably the match before mine." I nod.
"Awww...alright."
"You want me to change now, don't you?"
"I really do."
"Hmm...to make you wait or not..." I tease.
"Noooo...don't make me wait." He whines with a pout.
"Oh alright. But just because I can't resist that face."
"You never can." He grins, stealing a kiss.
"No, I really can't."
"So, I'll be right back then...unless you're coming with me."
"I think I can wait this time. Because we both know what will happen if I go in with you." He chuckles.
"Like every other time." I laugh. "If you let go, I'll be back even quicker."
"Then go get changed then." He says, letting go.
"I'm going." I laugh, giving him a kiss.
I move from his lap then get my gear bag, heading in to change. It doesn't take me to long and once that's on, I do a last check of my hair and makeup. Since this was my paper-per-view attire, it was different than my Raw one, this one being blue. After everything was perfect, I headed back out into the room.
"Did I ever tell you that blue is a great color on you?" Mike smirks, taking his attention from the current match.
"Only at the past we paper-per-views, but I don't mind hearing it again."
"Blue is a great color on you." He repeats.
"Just like pink. That's what I have so many clothes in those clothes."
"And I love it."
"Well it is all for you...only you."
"I know." He grins.
"I just love making you happy." I grin, walking over and sitting back on his lap.
"And I love making you happy."
"You always make me happy."
"Good."
"You can never get enough when I wear this, can you?" I chuckle since his hands were wandering.
"No, no I can't."
"Enjoy it while you can. Can't really touch while I'm in my match."
"Which is a shame."
"I know, but if you did then I wouldn't do so good and won't be able to win. You'll get to touch all you want after it's over."
"Until my match."
"Right."
"I'll be able to survive." He nods.
"I'm sure you will."
"I can try at least."
"If you get it all in now, I know will be able to survive."
"Which is exactly what I'm doing."
"As I can see."
"As well as trying to pay attention to the match."
"Good luck with that." I chuckle.
The match between Sheamus and Big Show was starting to wind down. Sheamus was going for the Brogue Kick, so Big Show decided to try and take the easy way out, grabbing the ref and pulling him into the path of the Brogue Kick, leaving the ref completely knocked out.
"Uh oh. That's not good at all."
Sheamus forgets about the match and tends to the ref, quickly being joined by other refs and EMT's, checking on the official. Big Show saw an opportunity to deliver a K.O. Punch to Sheamus and would go for the cover on him. Upon seeing the attempted pinfall, one ref would briefly turn his attention away from the injured ref and quickly count Sheamus' shoulders to the mat, ensuring that Show's plan had succeeded.
"Wow...that...does that even count?"
"I don't think so."
"So...what happens? Who actually won?"
But a more seasoned referee saw the call and reversed the decision, awarding the victory to Sheamus via DQ.
"Seems as though you got your answer."
"Seems so. I didn't think Show won that fairly."
With Big Show outraged, even though he was still the champion, he wanted a decisive pinfall victory over Sheamus. Admist his argument with the ref, Sheamus would grab a steel chair, driving it into the spine of Big Show. He would continue to deliver countless chair shots to him, despite Big Show actually begging and pleading for Sheamus to top the onslaught. His groveling seemed to work, though as Sheamus would drop the steel chair, he would turn around and hit Big Show with a Brogue Kick.
"He deserved every bit of what he just got."
"Can't say I disagree. Serves him right."
"Good thing they're not on Raw. That is just a mess too have to deal with."
"Tell me about it."
"You already have enough going on. We don't need to add to it."
"No we don't. I'd go crazy if I had to deal with that too."
"I know you would and I wouldn't even know how to clam you down with all that going on."
"Well we don't ever have to worry about that."
"No and I'm glad we don't."
"Right. I believe your match is up next." He grins.
"Then we should head out there so I'm not late."
"That would be a bad thing."
"It would since the GM won't be able to get me out of it this time."
"Right, without it being considered favoritism."
"Exactly. Now, we should get going."
"Yes we should. After you."
I carefully move off his lap the fix my attire once I'm standing. He gets up after then puts his arm over my shoulder as he head out of the room.
"It feels so good not to hide anymore." I lean into his side as we walk.
"I know. It's like a huge weight has been lifted."
"It does and I couldn't be more happy."
"That makes two of us."
"Some people don't seem to happy about it, but that's their problem."
"Exactly."
"Speaking of people who have problems..." I roll my eyes as Dolph bumps into us, clearly on purpose.
"...hey why don't you watch where you're going next time!" I call over my shoulder at him.
He doesn't have time to respond since we turned the corner for the ramp.
"Good. I didn't want to hear him respond anyway."
"I probably would've slapped him anyway." I add.
"And he would've deserved it."
"He always does."
"But you don't need to worry about him right now. You have a match to focus on."
"You're right. I do."
"You and Layla can put on a great match, I know it."
"I know we can too. I've always wanted to face her. She's really nice and seems like a good and tough competitor."
"Considering how long I've known her, I can say she is a very tough competitor." He nods.
"Oh I bet. I've watched all her matches. I know she is."
"Done the research. That's good." He nods.
"I have." I nod. "I've watched everyone's matches."
"That's the best thing to do."
"This way I know my competition before I even face them."
"Right."
We reach the curtain to see Layla already waiting there. Once we walk up, we greet her, making small talk while we wait.
"You know I do have to say that you two look so cute together." She remarks.
"Awe. Thank you Lay. Mike seems to think so too."
"Well of course he does."
"What can I say?" He shrugs. "She looks perfect next to me." He grins.
"Miiike..." I blush.
"What? It's true."
"I know, but there you go making me blush again."
"It's adorable." He grins.
"Of course you think so."
"Because I love you."
"I love you too."
"Awww." Layla gushes. "Too cute."
It isn't long after there where her music goes off, and she says she'll see me out there, before heading out. We watch from the monitor as she heads out, Mike's arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. After she does all her poses and gets in the ring, they hit my music and mike and I head out. The crowd of course boos, but I just throw my hand up at them, posing on the ramp. I put my arm around Mike's waist, his around my shoulders as we head to the ring. He gives me a kiss before I hope up on the apron and do my poses, getting in the ring. While I do that, Mike heads around to commentary, so he can not only watch the match, but talk about it amongst other things.
"Miz, my man! It's so good to see you!" Cole tries sucking up up to him.
"Cole." He acknowledges.
"What's going on? How've you been?" He tries talking to him, like nothing happened.
"Well I'm pretty sure you know exactly what's going on and how I've been."
"Right, right. You've got that good looking diva. Of course you're doing good. How could I forget."
"Right. And I suppose there's another thing you've forgotten. I'm the GM of Raw right? That means I'm the boss of everyone on the Raw roster. So I pay attention to my talent in their matches at these pay-per-views. You were very rude to one of my talents, one of my Raw Divas. You didn't think I was paying attention did you?"
"I...uh...it's not what you think. I meant no harm by it."
"I know you're one of my friends Michael, but this really isn't the first time you've done this. You continue to berate her out on commentary. I do pay attention. I hear everything."
"She's the one who starts it. I only defend myself. Maybe if she wasn't so rude, I'd be nicer to her."
"Doesn't matter. I will not have you out here continuously berating my talent."
"Fine...I'll be nicer to her. No matter what."
"Thank you. That's all I ask. Now that wasn't too hard was it?"
"No. Of course not. Anything for you Miz."
"Now, let's focus our attention on the match at hand. Don't you think I made a great match-up for tonight?"
"It's a fantastic match up. Sage has been very impressive since joining us and Layla is always good to see. I couldn't have done it better myself."
"And I want to clear things up if any rumors are going around since what happened after our tag team match against Ziggler and Alicia. I am not the reason why she got here. She got here with her own talent and determination."
"Who would make up such a thing? That's just low. It's obvious she got here on her own. I mean, look at her. She's got so much talent. She amazing!"
"You'd be surprised Michael, just clearing it up now before rumors start and it becomes a mess."
"Of course. Understandable."
"But let's get onto more important matters, like Sage's match right for instance. She's already taken control of the match, that shows how tough she is."
"She is and Layla is one the the tougher divas. Not easy to take control of her so early on in a match either."
Layla starts to get to her feet and she pushes me off so that I go into the ropes. She was hoping I would come back so that she could hit me, but I had held onto the ropes instead. That prompted her to come after me, and then I sent her to the outside.
"See? Right there. That's was a smart move. You have to be quick and that's exactly what Sage is. Quick and smart."
I then proceed to climb out of the ring after her. Once I reach her, I clothesline her on the outside. I help her up and then throw her back into the ring, quickly going for the cover, but she kicks out. "It looks like Layla is more of a challenge then Sage thought." Cole comments.
"Oh, don't count her out just yet Michael. I know how good she is."
"True, true. Didn't you train her?"
"I did in fact."
"No wonder she such a great competitor. She learned from the very best."
"She did. What I taught her, was just added onto what she already could do."
"I can see that as well as the WWE Universe. She doing to be very dominate here."
"And if I do say so myself, seeing her skills, she is a future Divas Champion."
"That's very true. I do see that about her. Although, there is one very tough diva she has to go through to get that title."
"And that match one day will be one of the greatest matches we've ever seen."
"For sure. They are both very determined and confident. I can see that being a main event type match. Once that will go down in history."
"And I will be the one to book that match later on down the road."
"I for one, can't wait for that match. It's going to be the best and made by the best too."
I currently now have Layla in a crossface hold, one that Mike had taught me to do of course. She keeps saying no to giving up, and with the crowd's encouragement she gets to her feet slowly and then backs up into the nearest corner, in result making me let her go.
"Taking everything she learned and making it hers. That's what makes her do dominate."
"We've also seen her do your finishing move the Skull Crushing Finale as well." Cole points out.
"That's right. One move she knew that I didn't teach her. She might even be better at that then me."
"Well do you think we're going to see that from her tonight by chance? Or something of her own?"
"I don't know Michael. We're going to have to wait and see now won't we?"
At this point, Layla had taken control of the match. I was pretty dazed at a point and Layla went for one of her many signatures, the LOL. After hitting me with the reverse crossbody, she went for the pin, but I kicked out at two and 1/2.
"Now that was close. A bit to close. Layla almost had the win."
"Sage is looking a little bit out of it. Can't help but wonder if this will cause her first loss since coming here to the WWE." Jerry remarks.
"I don't think it will, Jerry. She's tough. Some of her matches in the past were a lot more intense than this. She'll pull through."
I start to get to my feet and Layla sets me up for the Lay Out, but I reverse it into my own finisher and hit her with it, finally pinning her to win.
"That's how it's done! Right there!" Mike says then takes off his headset, leaving commentary and getting in the ring as the ref raises my hand.
Once the ref lets go of my hand, Mike walks up and I'm engulfed in a hug.
"You were amazing out there." He grins.
"I was, wasn't I?" I smirk.
"You really were."
"Always giving my best. I want to make everyone proud and see that I'm just not another pretty face."
"And you're doing exactly that."
"Good. That's my goal."
"I believe you get something for winning now." He smirks.
"Oh? Can I have it now?" I grin.
"Mmhmm, and it doesn't matter if these people see or not. They've seen it ever since England."
I smirk knowing exactly what he means. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine, his hands on my cheeks. I rest my hands on his wrist, enjoying the moment. After he pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine, but gives me a quick kiss afterwards.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"Now let's head to the back and rest until my match."
"Perfect idea." I grin, moving from his arms.
Like always, he holds the ropes for me then follows after I hop down. He laces his fingers with mine as we head up the ramp and behind the curtain. Once there, we head straight for the locker room.
"It's been a good night so far."
"It really has. Other than Shauna getting hurt, tonight's been successful."
"And to protect both of us, I'm having security out there during my match, just in case Dolph and Drew try anything like Dolph and Wade tried after Alex won."
"Right. That would make me feel a lot better."
"I figued it would." He nods.
"Should I get changed or do you want me to stay in my attire until we leave?"
"Hmmm...tough decision."
"I did bring a dress with me..."
"Oh...you did?" He grins.
"Mhm...have to look good for your match.
"Well then, I think the dress would be the best option." He smirks.
"I had a feeling it would be." I chuckle.
"Then I say go change."
"I'll be right back." I give him a quick kiss then getting my bag.
I head in the changing area and take out the blue/white sequin embellished dress with transparent mesh sections that I chose to wear. I take off my attire, putting the dress on. I fix my hair and makeup a bit before slipping on the shoes that I wore to the show. Once everything was perfect, I headed back out to the room.
"Alright, you can take a look now."
He looks up from what he was doing and goes wide eyed. His mouth moves, but nothing comes out.
"Speechless...again." I laugh.
"Point goes to me." I add as I head back over to him.
"...uh huh..." He nods, his eyes never leaving me.
"So...what do you think?"
"I...love it." He grins, reaching out and pulling me on his lap, his hands running over the material.
"Hiding this from me weren't you?"
"Possibly."
"How long?"
"A few weeks...at the most."
"I see."
"I was saving it for tonight. I knew you wouldn't want me out of my attire so I brought backup."
"Good plan." He grins.
"I always have to have them with you."
"Yes you do."
"Same I'll only be wearing it for a short time though."
"Oh, I know."
"I'll wear it again, just for you."
"And that's why I love you." He kisses my cheek.
"I love you too." I smile.
"Now you're not moving."
"I didn't think I was...not until your match anyway."
"Exactly."
"Yeah...exactly...mister touchy." I laugh.
"Your fault."
"Oops." I giggle innocently.
"Uh huh."
"I just know how to get to you and what you like."
"All too well."
"I should. I've been with you for a long time now."
"Yes you have. And we've been nothing but happy."
"That we have been. I couldn't ask for more."
"Neither could I."
"Best year of my life." I lay my head on his shoulder.
"I couldn't agree more."
He kisses the top of my head while I nuzzle his neck, my hands resting on his shoulders while his still wander.
"And we can sit through this next match no problem. But the match after, which is before mine, you'll have to move for a bit so I can change."
"Right, I know." I nod. "You're going to enjoy this time a bit to much."
"Maybe."
"You will."
The next match which had already started with the entrances, was John vs Punk, this match being where Punk can climb back up the ladder to getting a WWE Championship match against Mike, or so Punk hopes.
"Psh. He's not going to win. He's had his chances and blew them all."
"He thinks that by beating John he can climb that ladder again. We'll see."
"Yes we will. He'll choke."
"Especially since I banned Heyman from ringside." He chuckles.
"Ooohhh...I bet they both weren't happy about that at all."
"No, not at all. But hey I want the match to be fair."
"Of course and him being out there, nothing would be fair at all."
"No not at all. Plus he annoys me anyway so.."
"I don't like him either. Best to keep him as far away as possible."
The match soon begun and the match was exactly what it turned out to be. It was one of the longest matches, considering how well they work together in the ring. In the end it looked like Punk would reign supreme over John, but like always, John comes back to life and hitting Punk with everything he's got, hitting him with the AA and going for the pin, winning the match.
"Yes! I'd rather John win then Punk. We do not need to hear him gloat anymore."
"No...then it becomes story time with CM Punk."
"I really don't want to listen to that again."
"I should ban his storytelling...or at least give him a time limit."
"I think you should ban it all together. No one wants to listen to facts about him."
"No...besides his fans."
"Right."
"And it's time for me to go get changed now."
"Awww." I pout. "Alright."
"I'll try to be quick."
"You always are." I move from his lap.
Once he stands, he leans down and kisses me quick before grabbing his bag and heading in to change. While I wait for him, I decide to text Shauna to see how she's doing. It isn't long before I get a reply saying that she's sore, but doing alright. I sigh in relief, knowing she's alright then set my phone down. After setting that down, I glace up to see Mike coming out in my favorite gear of his. I bite my lip hard, muttering to myself, my eyes never leaving him.
"You like what you see, I know you do." He smirks.
"I do...very much..."
"You always do."
"Can't help it. You look good in everything you wear. Especially my favorite gear."
"Which is why I try to wear your favorite all the time."
"Honestly...there is not one gear of yours that isn't my favorite."
"Good to know." He chuckles.
"I'm assuming we have to head out now?"
"No...there's one more elimination tag match, and then there's mine."
"Oh...that's right. I must be that distracted."
"I would say so."
"So...come sit with me...unless you want to stand there all night."
"No no, I'm coming." He says, coming back over and sitting.
"That's what I thought." I grin as he pulls me on his lap. "The only thing in the way is this..." I tug at his shirt.
"Yes, but that stays on until my match."
"I know." I sigh. "I can deal with that."
"I'll toss it to you once it's off before the match." He smirks.
"That works." I grin.
"Even though I have tons and you can just have one whenever you want. But I've worn this one so.."
"It's even better. Those are the ones I love the best."
"Of course."
"Do we have to pay attention to this next match or no?"
"Not really. I really don't think this next elimination match means much."
"Yayy! I finally get you to myself for a bit."
"Yes you do."
"I've been waiting all night for that too."
"Of course you have."
"Now I can be as distracting as I want to be." I smirk, moving my fingers under the collar of his shirt, lightly running them over his skin.
"Exactly. But you do have to be careful...considering what I'm wearing." He chuckles.
"I know...I've done it before, I can do it again." I kiss his cheek, trailing across his jaw to his ear, nipping gently at it.
"Good, you remember." He says as he starts to tense.
"I do." I whisper in his ear.
"Or else we would have a little problem." He smirks.
"Nothing that can't be fixed later."
"Very true."
"I'll go easy on you. I can tell it's getting to you." I giggle, moving from his ear, across his jaw to his lips.
"It...really is."
"I'll stop...for now." I press my lips against his.
"Aww."
"You want me to continue? Alright..." I teasingly kiss him, my hand moving across his neck while the other moves down his chest too his thigh.
"Well...it makes no sense to start something...you don't intend to finish..."
"I'll finish it alright..." I lightly move my fingers over his thigh, running my lip over his bottom lip.
He finally can't take anymore, and he grabs the hand that was on his thigh and laces his fingers with mine, and then presses his lips to mine in a hard kiss. I smirk into the kiss, knowing I got to him. I squeeze down on his hand, pulling him closer to me, matching his intensity of the kiss. Instead of him slowing the kiss down after a while, it was me, and I make the kiss linger before pulling away completely.
"Awww." He whines.
"More later...promise."
"Oh, alright."
"Can't have you to excited for your match...which you seem to be right now."
"Just a bit."
"So, I need you to calm down a bit before we go out there. You were getting carried away."
"Oops."
"I was teasing you a bit more then usual so..."
"You were." He nods.
"I waited all night...I had too have some sort of fun."
"Of course."
"You'll get me back...you always do."
"Indeed I do."
"Oh boy...I'm in for it tonight." I say after seeing the look on his face.
"Quite possibly."
"Sorry?" I give him the eyes along with my famous pout.
"I'll keep that in mind at least."
"Guess that's not going to work this time." I lowly say with a chuckle.
"We'll see."
"Not gonna work now at least." He adds.
"Oh darn."
"You'll live."
"I know I will."
"And it looks like the match is over."
"Darn...we missed it too." I say, not really caring.
"Oh well."
"That means it's time to head out for your match now."
"Yup." He nods.
I carefully move from his lap, standing up and fixing my dress. He stands and composes himself before getting his title then lacing his fingers with mine. We then leave the room and head to the curtain to see we're the first ones there.
"Oh good, we're the first ones here."
"Gives us time to prepare for what will happen out there."
"Right." He nods.
"Not that anything will, with all the extra security you hired. They won't be able to get near us."
"Exactly."
"Thank go for that." I lean into his side.
"I know how to keep both of us safe." He nods.
"You do." I smile up at him only to have it fade when we hear the voice of Wade getting closer.
"Great." I mutter, rolling my eyes.
"Ignore him."
"Him I can...just as long as the other one didn't come, I'll be fine."
"Well I don't hear either one of the other two so, I think you'll be good."
"Good. I don't want to deal with either of them tonight."
"Neither do I."
"Hopefully the match starts soon. I just want to get this over with so we can get out of here."
"I know, I know, me too."
We don't have to wait much longer before they start to announce the match.
"Oh thank god."
With Mike being the GM and he title holder, he decides to go out first, so we're not standing there with Wade any longer. His music goes off, us heading onto the ramp. He does his usual entrance, holding the title in the air before throwing it over his shoulder then lacing his hand with mine. We make our way to the ring where he kisses me quick before running and jumping on the ring to do his pose. When he's done, he holds the ropes for me to get in then follows. We stand in the middle of the ring, waiting for Wade to come out. It doesn't take him too long before his music goes off next and he emerges from the curtain onto the stage with that smug look on his face.
"I don't like that look..." I move closer to Mike.
"Don't worry. You stay on commentary where it's safe."
"Alright." I nod.
"Be careful." I add, before kissing him quick and leaving the ring.
I then head over to commentary and sit down just as Wade reaches the ring. And of course, I put a headset on so I can talk about Mike and the match and everything, being greeted like always.
"Thanks. It's great to be here."
"Now we can't help but notice the problems you and The Miz have been having with this odd group of people, consisting of Wade, Drew and Dolph Ziggler."
"Yeah...about that...Dolph thinks he can get me...it all started before I even got here. He tried hitting on my and I turned him down. Guess he doesn't know that no means no. Now he thinks that I will join this group of his and be with him. Well, he can keep dreaming 'cause that's not going to happen."
"And I know for a fact that Wade will not be victorious tonight, just like he wasn't victorious in his last title match." You add.
"What makes you say that?"
"Miz is ready for him. He won't let Wade take the title away from him that easily."
"And I'm not just saying that because we're together."
"I didn't think that was the case. He's a good competitor and a great champion."
"Exactly."
"He's everything everyone wants to be. He has it all and they are all just jealous of him." I add.
"I will have to agree with you on that statement."
"Of course you do Cole. You're one of them."
"No no no no. I'm not jealous of him."
"Really? Then what is it? Obsession? You always talk like you're with him all the time. You know more of what he does then he even does. It's scary."
"He's just a really good competitor and I have respect for him."
"We all know that by now. Trust me."
"Oh don't mind him, we all know he's just a giant suck up." Jerry jokes.
"You've got that right. One of the biggest I've seen too." I laugh.
"I think we can be glad there's no more anonymous general manager."
"Right? But, I know someone who's a bit disappointed." I look at Cole since he can't read e-mails anymore.
"The only one who is."
"Of course, but we all know he's happy with who the GM is though."
"Oh of course he is. Talks about it any chance he gets."
"So I hear. And to be honest Cole, it's gets annoying after hearing, oh I don't know, 10 times in one match. You can relax with it a little."
"Can we just pay attention to the match, instead of talking about me?"
"So you can brag about him more. Sure, why not."
"I'm sure we all don't want to listen to that, but this is going to be a very interesting matchup." Jerry adds.
"He usually is."
During the conversation, Mike had been doing well in the match, until Wade made him fall from the top rope and landing in the spot that really hurts.
"Ow." I wince. "He'll recover. That's nothing compared to some of the stuff he's been through."
Wade then takes the chance to climb to the top, and make Mike stand. He then goes for a superplex, but Mike blocks it and then starts hitting Wade with a few headbutts, causing him to go crashing down to the apron. He recovers and waits for Wade to get to his feet and turn around. When he does, he hits Wade with a double axhandle.
"See? Told you he would recover and now Wade is in for it."
He waits for Wade to get to his knees at least, before grabbing him and hitting him with his signature DDT, covering him for the pin, but Wade kicks out.
"That's alright though. He has plenty of moves left to use. Just wait and see."
Both he and Wade get to their feet and they exchange punches, before Mike ducks a clothesline from him and hits him with one of his own. Instead of going for the cover this time, he sets Wade up for his signature back breaker/neck breaker combo. Mike gets the back breaker done, but Wade counters the neck breaker and pushes Mike off. He ducks another clothesline and sends Wade shoulder first into the ringpost. He quickly goes for a rollup, but Wade powers out.
"Now this is getting ridiculous. Wade should be done by now. Miz has had him multiple times!"
"So, you're saying the ref doesn't know how to count?"
"That's not what I'm saying. Miz has given him everything and more and Wade is still going. This should be over with by now."
"I think we know the one thing that should put Wade away..." Jerry adds.
"He'll use it. When the time is right."
"He builds up to it. He saves it as a last resort." I add.
"So we've seen."
At this point, Mike takes advantage of the hurt shoulder and works on that for most of the match, hitting it with everything he had. Wade's now in the corner, and Mike had backed up into the opposite corner. He goes for the corner clothesline, another signature of his, but Wade moves so Mike misses, hitting the ropes. Once Mike gets off the ropes, Wade gets his elbow ready, waiting for him to turn around.
"No no no!" I take my headset off and go to the ring to cause a distraction only to be cut off by three unknown people.
The first thing I think about is if they're going to attack Mike or not. But they don't, they go right for Wade, and the bell rings, the mach ending in a DQ. I sigh in relief knowing it's not Mike then smirk as I was Wade get the beat down that he deserves. The attack ends up spilling to the outside, while the announce table was cleared off. I slide into the ring and go to Mike's side so I'm safe. Mike and I watch as the three men who were dressed as security powerbomb Wade through the table, before looking at the damage they created and disappeared back through the crowd.
"That was...odd."
"I recognize them though..." Mike trails off.
"Really? It all happened so fast, I couldn't get a good look at them."
"They're from NXT. This must've been what Vince was talking about in that meeting I was needed to be at, when we came to Connecticut. He was talking about three NXT Superstars being called up very soon."
"And he didn't tell you it was going to be tonight? Are you sure that was them?"
"I'm sure it was."
"Well, whoever they are, they sure caused some damage...not that I'm complaining...they saved me from a distraction."
"Right. I saw that."
"I was not going to let him do that move on you. No way in hell. Not while I'm around he won't do that to you."
He nods. "Should probably get out of here now."
"Good idea. I don't want to be here when they come back."
"Right." He nods. "Get my title, I'll meet you at the end of the ramp."
"Alright." I nod, heading out of the ring.
I walk around and go to grab his title. He rolls out of the ring and waits for me just like he said he would. After getting his title, I head over to where he is, handing him the title. He holds it in the air before throwing it over his shoulder. We then head the rest of the way up the ramp then behind the curtain.
"Finally the night is done and over with."
"Yes! I can't wait to get back to the hotel. It's been a long night."
"It really has." He nods.
"Lets head back so you can change and we can get out of here before anyone stops us we don't want to see."
"Right." He nods.
We head the rest of the way to the locker room without anyone stopping us. Right as we walk in, we hear someone calling Mike then turn to see who it is. Since it's no one important we walk in, closing and locking the door.
"He would come and talk to you now." I roll my eyes and Dolph's timing.
"And I won't doubt that he'll be out there when we leave too."
"If we take long enough, maybe he'll leave."
"Let's hope so."
"How about I help you change. That'll take awhile." I wink.
"Well, let's go then." He grins.
I set his title down on the couch while he grabs his bag. We then head to the changing area where he gets his things ready.
"You're gonna be as touchy as you want. I know it."
"Of course I am. I've been waiting your whole match for this." I smirk, walking over and running my hands down his chest slowly.
"This is gonna take a long time." He chuckles.
"Oh you know it." I grin, moving my hands down, running them around the waist of his attire then grabbing his butt.
"May just have to get you back for that."
"You just might." I do it again.
"Oh...I definitely am now."
"I'll be ready too." I pull back the waist band of his attire with my other hand, letting it go.
"...you sure about that?"
"As ready as I can be." I teasingly kiss him.
"We'll see."
"Yes we will." I smirk, starting to pull down his attire. "Shame we have to wait though." I pull them down, letting them fall to the floor.
"Yes, what a shame."
"We'll just have to fix that at the hotel then." I smirk seductively.
"I second that option."
"I knew you would." I press his indent. "Now...get dressed so we can leave."
"Don't want to help anymore?" He chuckles.
"I'd love to." I grin.
"I thought so."
"I say we start with these..." I hold up his boxers.
"That would be the best thing to start with." He chuckles.
I shake my head, giving them to him so he can put those on. Next, I grab his jeans, him pulling the up while I button them, making my fingers linger. After those are on, I take his shirt, pulling it over his head.
"If only you didn't have to wear that shirt..."
"I know, but people would look at us weird."
"Yeah, I know."
"At least I get to take it off soon." I add.
"Right."
"Since you're dressed we can get out of here now."
"Yes we can." He nods.
He puts his gear in his bag while I head out to get my bag. Once we have those, we head for the door.
"I really hope he left."
"Let's hope so."
I stand behind him as he opens the door. Thankfully Dolph had left. After making sure he was not around, we headed out of the room and through the halls. We made it out to the car with no problem, putting our things in the back then getting in and heading to the hotel. Alex and Shaun have left themselves after having gotten changed back into their normal clothes. And of course when they get back, he insists on carrying her up to the room, like always.
"You're just the sweetest." She kisses his cheek as he walks to their room.
"Don't want you doing more than you have to."
"Of course, but I can still walk."
"Yes I know, but you know I like carrying you and it's not a problem for me."
"I know you do and I don't mind at all."
"I know you don't."
He reaches the room and she reaches down with her good arm, opening the door. He walks in, dropping their bags by the door then carrying her over to the bed, setting her down.
"Let me guess...you're picking out what I should wear to bed."
"I was planning on it."
"I figured."
"I'll be right back." He kisses her quick.
He then heads over to where their bags are a searches for something. It isn't long before he comes back over with one of his shirts in hand.
"Of course it would be that."
"You just look so good in my shirts, I can't resist."
"Of course you can't."
"Nope. I'll even help with putting it on too." He grins.
"You would love that, I know."
"Very much."
"Go nuts." I laugh.
He smirks before starting to lift her shirt, gently lifting it over her head. He decides to take his time to be as touchy as he can before pulling his shirt over her head. She puts her arms through the sleeves, obviously being careful with her bad shoulder. He helps pull the rest of it down, still being touchy as he goes along. Since her pants were still on, he gladly helped with taking those off, being as touchy as he could while making his touches linger.
"And what am I going to be wearing in place of those? Something of yours I'm assuming?"
"I was thinking you could just wear the shirt, but I can get you something else of mine."
"Well I don't care which. Whatever you want."
"I like how you are now."
"Then I'm okay with that."
"I was hoping you would be." He grins.
"Now you just need to get ready for bed yourself."
"I'll do that after you're settled."
She nods, moving so he can pull back the blankets. Once he does, she climbs into it and he pulls the blankets back over her, waiting until she's absolutely comfortable before he decided to get ready for bed. It doesn't take him to long to get ready and once he is, he walks back over to the bed, climbing in carefully next to her. He reaches over and gets the light before carefully pulling her into his side.
"Get some rest. We have all day tomorrow to get rest too."
"Right." She nods.
"Love you." He kisses the top of her head.
"I love you too."
He starts to run his hand through her hair, helping her get to sleep quicker since he knows she's in a bit of pain. It isn't long until after she falls asleep where he falls asleep. Mike and I have just gotten to our room, and walked inside. We set our bags down and his arms go right around my waist.
"Eager much?" I giggle.
"Your fault."
"Oops." I laugh.
"Uh huh..."
"Alright...so I knew what I was doing."
"I thought so." He chuckles.
"I was having my fun...what can I say?"
"Yes, I know you were."
"And now, it's your turn to have all your fun."
"And I intend to have all the fun I can."
"Tonight's going to be longer then the rest...I can just tell."
"More than likely."
"And I know...sorry's not going to work."
"Not this time."
"Didn't think so." I chuckle. "What are you waiting for then?"
"The right moment."
"Like always."
"Exactly."
He starts by letting his hands wander all over while kissing lightly up my neck. He decides to leave his favorite spot alone for now, moving around it as he gets closer to it. I tense up a bit, biting my lip as he hands tighten on his arms the more he goes around the spot, brushing over it at times. He then turns me around so I'm facing him, and his arms go around me, holding me close as his lips hover over mine, teasing me. I whine slightly then move my hands to his neck, pulling him closer, our lips touching. He then starts to walk forwards, making me walk back towards the bed. While we head there, I started to get touchy myself and clothes start being removed. Since his shirt was off, he started to unzip my dress. Once the zipper was down, it fell to the floor, me stepping out if it. When that was off I started working on his pants. I get those undone, letting them fall to the floor. He lays be on the bed, not wasting any time. He teases me a bit more before pulling the covers over us for a long eventful night.
