I've been working on another story, so I thought I really should update this one.

I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter, so it may be up sooner rather than later.

Mike decided to watch Holly's debut. He turned on the monitor in the locker room.

"From Louisville, Kentucky…Jillian!" the announcer called out.

A pop rock tune played out as Holly walked out to the top of the ramp.

"The opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts…Holly!"

Jillian was face to face with Holly. She spoke, not loud enough to be heard.

The bell rang as Mike watched on curiously.

Mike was leaning on the wall opposite the diva's locker room.

"Hey Mike, you waiting on Maria?" John Morrison asked.

"No, she's gone to the hotel before dinner. I'm waiting for Holly."

"The new chick? I saw her match tonight." Morrison nodded his approval.

"I don't want her to get lost do I?" Mike shrugged, fiddling with his iPod.

"No. Especially if some other superstar comes along."

"John. I'm actually making an effort to be nice to her."

"You're doing a good job." Said Holly as she walked out of the locker room.

Morrison extended his hand to her.

"John Morrison!" Holly grinned.

"I am the Shaman of Sexy, the Friday Night Delight, but yes, call me John."

"Are you ready Mike?" Holly waved her hand in front of him.

"Sure. See you at dinner John."

"Maria was right. It's such a rush when you get out there!" Holly sighed.

"You looked really good out there." Mike said, putting their bags in the hire car.

"You watched my match?" Holly looked surprised.

"It was your debut match. And you won."

"Surely you had better things to do?" the brunette shrugged in the passenger seat.

"Than watch two women in tight outfits wrestle?"

Holly smirked and nudged Mike's arm.

Mike set Holly to her hotel room, before heading to the room he shared with his former tag partner John Morrison. He changed into a black and red button down shirt and dark denim jeans with black loafers. He found, once again, that Morrison had been using his hair gel. He spiked his hair up once he had removed two longish dark brown hairs from the tub.

He had agreed to meet Holly in the lobby, so he casually walked to the elevators.

"Hey Mike!" Mickie James jumped him as soon as the doors opened.

"Mickie!" he cried, mimicking her hyperactive routine.

"Come on then." She looked right at him.

"I'm sorry…?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"The new girl. Is she hot?" Mickie bounced up and down on the spot.

"Holly is beautiful. Just don't interrogate her tonight." Mike frowned.

"Yes, ok." Mickie hopped out of the elevator on her floor.

"See you soon." Mike laughed and shook his head.

About ten minutes later, Holly walked out of the elevator.

"Wow!" was all Mike could manage to say.

She wore a strapless purple dress with black belt and black ankle boots. Her hair was tied up in a French plait.

"Is it too much? It is. I'll go get changed…"

"It's gorgeous, like you." Mike smiled and offered her his arm. She took it and they left for the restaurant.

At the restaurant they spotted the rest of the group on a corner table.

"So this is Holly?" Randy smiled and held out his hand for her to shake.

"Everybody seems to know who I am!" Holly giggled.

"Get used to it." Maria grinned.

"I am curious." Melina began as Mike and Holly took their seats.

"About?"

"What did Jillian say to you? Before the match."

"I was really nervous and she said that the crowd would pick up on that."

"So what advice did she give you?" Maria asked.

"She told me not to hold back, just go for it." Holly smiled.

"It worked." Randy smiled and tapped Mike's arm.

"I'm sure you recognize everybody here?" Mike said as Holly looked around.

"Yeah…Maria, Melina, Ted, Morrison, Cody, Randy, Evan, Cena, Mickie…"

"You forgot me!" Mike laughed, pretending to be hurt.

"I wasn't counting you. I know who you are." Holly grinned.

"Um, so can we eat now?" Cody asked.

"Sorry!" Holly looked at Mike.

"It's not you. Cody eats all the time. He's always hungry." Randy grinned.

"Well excuse me!" Cody folded his arms. Ted gave him a playful nudge.

They ordered their food and conversation turned back to Holly.

"So, where are you from?" John Cena asked.

"Boston." Holly replied. John jumped out of his seat.

"Why didn't you say? We're both from Massachusetts!" Cena saluted her.

"I'm assuming you didn't watch my match!" Holly laughed.

"No. Why?"

"If you had, you'd have known where I was from." She smirked at him.

The food arrived, after Cody had been to check where it was twice.

After their meal, the girl's went to the ladies room.

"So, are you and Mike?" Mickie winked at Holly.

"No! I mean, he's nice, but I only just met him."

"Yeah Micks, when are you and Cena gonna get it on?" Maria shouted from one of the cubicles. Melina whooped.

"Can you not use the words "get it on", please?" Mickie hissed.

"Avoiding the question!" Melina shouted.

"If it happens, it happens."

"Why do you have to give us an answer like that?" Maria asked.

"Holly, you stick up for me, please?" Mickie looked at the brunette.

"I'm sitting on the fence." Holly replied.

The door opened and John Cena walked in, hand over his eyes.

"I'm not looking! Just to say that we'll meet you out front."

"Ok John!" Maria called.

Mickie looked shocked. "I hope he didn't hear…"

"If it happened, it happened." Melina giggled, dodging Mickie's flying purse.

They arrived back at the hotel.

The minus Mickie were all heading straight to bed. Mike kissed Holly's cheek and said goodnight. He was joining the guys at the hotel bar.

"What are you having Micks?" Randy asked.

"Get me a beer." The diva sat on a barstool.

"What do you guys think of Holly?" Mike asked.

"She's really nice. You two look great together." Ted replied.

"I like her. She gave me her leftovers." Cody nodded in agreement.

"Mickie?" Randy asked her. She seemed deep in thought.

"I really like her. Talented, beautiful…"

"So are you." Cena leant over and hugged Mickie.

"Thanks Champ!" Mickie smiled.

"Did you think any more about Edge?" Randy asked Mike.

"I'll deal with him, somehow."

"He's a complete moron." Mickie frowned.

"I think somebody needs to call it a night." Ted nodded toward the tipsy diva.

"I'll take her back up." John Cena nodded and threw Mickie over his shoulder.

"I feel sick." She mumbled.

"Well don't puke until we get to your room, ok."

Mike felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.

HEY MIKE – SAW YOU AND YOUR PRETTY LITTLE THING

WE CAN'T REWARD BAD BEHAVIOUR – I'LL TAKE HER FROM YOU…

"Guess who?" Mike showed Randy.

"I don't get him at all." Randy shook his head.

"I'm not in the mood for this." Mike stood up.

"You gonna find him?" Cody asked.

"No. I'm going to get some rest." Mike waved and walked off to the elevators.

It was around 8am when Mike was awoken by knocking at his door.

"Hold on, jeez." Mike rubbed his eyes as he opened the door.

He was momentarily knocked off his feet as someone rushed towards him.

"They can't make me do this Mike, they just can't…"

"Holly?" He realised it was her currently holding on for dear life.

"I'm sorry, I just…"

"Oh crap." Mike realised he was only wearing some white y-fronts.

"I'll go." Holly sniffed sadly.

"No. Come over here." Mike sat on the bed and motioned for her to join him.

"I just got a phone call, from management." She sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Mike was concerned.

"I'm being placed in a romantic storyline."

"Hey, I know it's strange at first, but…"

"I'm not bothered about romance storylines." Holly shrugged.

"I'm sorry, it's still early for me. What's the problem?"

"The storyline's with Edge…"

Mike was definitely wide awake now.

Funny how I chose Edge as the villain in this story, then he returns days later at Royal Rumble! Magic.

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