It's here! Sorry for the delay, but I've been ill.
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Don't you just hate, how when you're waiting for something, it seems to take longer and drag on forever. Right now, those were Mike's sentiments. He was seriously resenting the fact that he had become one of those guys he hated. The guys who were gushing about how amazing their girlfriends were, counting the days that they were apart. There had to be a solution.
Mike walked back to the locker room, following a match. He entered the room to see his friend John Morrison and Randy Orton talking. They acknowledged his presence, apparently wary of whether to speak, mentioning Holly.
"John, please hit me." Mike said.
"Why?" John asked.
"Hit me!" his friend repeated.
"No, I can't hit you for no reason." John replied.
Randy thought differently, landing a hard slap on Mike's jaw.
"Ouch!" the Ohio native gasped.
"You hit him!" John raised an eyebrow on Randy.
"He asked for it." The Legend Killer shrugged.
"We're his friends, we shouldn't be beating him up." The Shaman of Sexy said.
"No, it's ok." Mike mumbled, rubbing his jaw line.
"Why did ask for that anyway?" Randy asked, sipping from a bottle of water.
"I just wanted to check if I was conscious." Mike explained.
"Please don't say that this is about…" Randy started, before John shook his head.
"I hate myself." Mike frowned, sitting down next to Randy.
"Hey, we can't all have great abs!" John grinned, attempting to lighten the mood.
Mike gave a smile. It was as much as he could manage right now. His head was racing, making it hard to wrestle, to sleep and to go about his life in general. His friends had been surprisingly supportive, although they didn't push anything, for fear of the unknown. After all, they were wary of any situation that could affect Mike like this. He had lost something along the way, as if a part of him had died.
"So, I was thinking we could go out later." John suggested.
"No, I don't think…" Mike shook his head.
"Come on! You're the Miz…" John frowned when Mike failed to complete the catchphrase. He looked at Randy, who pulled out his cell phone.
"This is serious. I'm gonna get the guys together." The Viper nodded.
"I'm ok, I'll just…" Mike was cut off.
"No, you're not ok." The Guru of Greatness added.
Mike frowned at his friend, whom he trusted implicitly. He desperately wanted to reject his friend's help, knowing deep down that John wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it. The brunette man had concern in his eyes.
"Ok, maybe just a couple of drinks." The Ohio native shrugged.
"I'll go let Ted and Cody know." Randy walked out of the room with his phone.
"I'll tell Cena and Evan too." The Shaman of Sexy nodded, patting his friend on the shoulder.
Mike sighed and headed off to the shower, resisting the urge to check his cell phone for calls or messages from Holly. He usually appreciated irony, but not now. The one girl he had ever had an instant connection with and dare he say it, fallen in love with, just happened to be married to his worst enemy.
He headed back to the hotel in his rental car with Mickie James. He knew she had probably been sent to keep an eye on him. He went along with it anyway, walking her to her room and then heading to his own to get changed.
He met up with John by the elevators an hour later. Mike wore a white button down shirt and dark jeans with black loafers. He spiked his hair back up and pulled on a denim jacket. He checked his cell phone before he put it in his pocket. No messages, calls, nothing.
"Come on, we'll cheer you up." John smiled, pressing the button on the elevator.
"What exactly does that involve?" Mike asked.
"Don't ask me, Randy organised everything." The Shaman of Sexy shrugged as the elevator doors opened.
"Why does that worry me?" his friend asked, entering the elevator behind him.
When they reached the hotel lobby, the other guys were already there. They walked to a bar, which was still serving food, much to Cody's relief. They sat at a large table with their drinks, while Mike sighed absent-mindedly.
"That's just great!" Randy rolled his eyes.
"What?" Mike asked.
"We take you out and you'd obviously rather be elsewhere." The Legend Killer stated.
"Maybe we should just go…" John Morrison shrugged.
"No! My food hasn't arrived yet." Cody pouted.
"Maybe they'll do you a doggy bag." Ted said, making Cody smile again.
"No, we're staying." Mike nodded.
All of the guys nodded in agreement, followed by an awkward silence.
"Shots?" John Cena suggested.
"Yeah, why not?" Mike grinned.
Two hours later, the guys were making their way back to the hotel. Mike was sober, although nobody realised it. He was acting, seeing as he hadn't touched his drinks, which meant that Cody was being carried almost bridal style by Ted. The Ohio native left them at the hotel lobby, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Not that he was going to take the stairs all the way. He just needed some time to think.
When he arrived back at his hotel room, he went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Following that, he checked his e-mails on his laptop. Nothing new from Holly, but that could just mean that she was busy or tired. Mike sighed and got into bed, resting his arms behind his head. He wanted to sleep, but it seemed impossible right now. He suddenly needed a drink now.
Walking to the drinks machine in the hallway, he inserted some coins and leant over to pick up the bottle when it came out. Suddenly there was somebody behind him.
"You're still awake?" she questioned in her sultry accent.
"I couldn't sleep." Mike replied, turning to face her.
"Neither could I." The blonde raised an eyebrow and flicked her hair back.
"Well, goodnight then." The Ohio native shrugged and walked past her.
A hand reached out and clawed him back to face her. Maryse folded her arms, pouting at him. He shrugged again, shaking his head.
"Is this going anywhere?" he asked, anxious to get back to his room.
"I hope so." The French-Canadian diva grinned.
"Look, Maryse…" Mike began.
"Oh come on." The blonde whispered as she pressed herself closer to him.
"I have a girlfriend!" he protested, trying to fight her off with his drinks bottle.
"Nobody will know." She purred.
"I'm gonna pass." Mike replied, turning and racing back to his room.
He had some of his drink, leaving the rest for the morning. Hopping into bed, he was asleep shortly after his head hit the pillow. Dreams of Holly and Edge filled his sleep once again. Tormenting him and confusing him more and more. Now, he had finally won Holly from Edge and had pulled her closer to kiss her. Leaning in he prepared to meet with her lips…and then he awoke.
"Damn!" he sighed, wishing he could have even a dream kiss with her.
The Ohio native was suddenly very aware of a presence beside him. He froze, afraid to look. Turning slowly and silently, he met with the sleeping form of Maryse. He couldn't have – could he?
"Jeez!" he hissed under his breath.
He crept out of bed, grabbing his phone and running out of the door. He ran down the hallway, until he found Randy's door. He gave three or four loud knocks. A groan was heard on the other side of the door, before Randy answered sleepily.
"What the hell?" he mumbled.
"Hit me again!" Mike pleaded.
"With pleasure." The Viper nodded, swinging his fist into Mike's face.
"Oh crap, it's real." He mumbled, once he had regained his composure.
"What's real?" Randy asked.
"I just woke up…" the Chick Magnet began.
"Dude! Why are you naked?" Randy was suddenly wide-awake.
"What?" Mike glanced down, only to see that he was no longer wearing the pyjama pants from last night.
"Oh man!" he shouted, covering himself with his hands.
"You need something to wear?" Randy smirked.
"I guess so." Mike nodded.
"Come on in." the Legend Killer opened the door wider.
Mike quickly dived in, before anybody could see him in all his glory. He took a pair of pants from Randy, sitting on the end of the bed. The taller man stood in front of him, arms folded.
"So, what happened?" he asked.
"I just woke up with Maryse…" Mike held his head in his hands.
"Whoa!" Randy exclaimed.
"Exactly." The Chick Magnet replied.
"What are you gonna do?" Randy asked him.
"I have no idea." Mike shrugged.
Did you expect that?
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