"Oh I am so glad I'm done with Eve...as far as title matches are concerned." I remark as I'm 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."
"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 looks perfect."
"It always does."
"You always think so." I say as I finish 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 do?"
"True." Since I had everything else all ready, I just pull on a jacket and then grab my bag. He grabs his bag as well after getting his jacket on. Once we both have everything, we lace our fingers, then leave the room and head to the elevators. Once that reaches the lobby, we head out to the car, putting our 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. We get the food to go, deciding to eat at the arena so we don't get our clothes messy. When we reach the arena, he offers to get the bags, while I carry the food. I nod as we get out of the car and he goes to the back to get our bags. He locks the car, before we head inside and find our locker room.
With Mike and Stef, they were finishing up with getting ready themselves. All that was left to do was her hair. She 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?" She chuckles.
"Yes, you always are successful."
"Of course. I'm just that good." She smirks.
"Yes you are." After getting all the curls perfect, she shuts the culer off then sets it to the side to cool. She teases the curls a bit then turns to face him. "Well?"
"Amazing."
"Aren't I?" She grins 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." She runs her 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." She kisses his cheek.
"So do I."
"Awww." She blushes. "That's why I love you."
"I love you too."
"Almost ready?"
"Yup." He nods.
"Alright. I'm just going to get my shoes." She gives him a kiss before leaving the bathroom. She walks out to get those on then decides to take a picture of her outfit. she takes one and since it didn't didn't come out good, she took another. Right as she took the other, he walked out of the bathroom and came up behind her, his arms going around her waist. "I really love that picture. I think I'm going to tweet it." She says, going onto Twitter.
"I think you should."
"I'm going to." She posts 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." She laughs.
"Of course."
"Once you let me go, all I need is my jacket then we can go."
"Right." He nods, letting go.
She goes over to where her jacket was, putting that on. She then grabs her bag, walking back over to him, ready to go.
"After you." He grins.
"As always." She chuckles, walking to the door with him following. Once they're out into the hallway, he shuts the door and laces his fingers with hers, and then they head to the elevator, heading down to the lobby and out to the car. After putting their things in the back, he heps her 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 ge there, and once they pull up, they both get out and grab their things from the back and head inside. After they get inside, they head straight to the locker room. Once in there, they set their 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 too 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." She kisses 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 her 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." She runs her fingers through his hair.
"Try not to mess the hair up." He chuckles.
"If I do?" She grins.
"Oh, you know."
"I take that as a challenge."
"Of course you do."
"Well then..." She messes 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 her quick.
"I better be." She jokes.
"I tell you every day that you are, so it's true."
"I know. I'm just messing with you." She kisses 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." She leans her forehead against his, stealing a kiss. She goes to pull away, but he doesn't let her, pulling her back closer to him, his arms going around her. Her hands that was resting on his shoulder moves to his cheek, cupping it while her other hand stays around his neck. She smiles 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's 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." She says as her phone goes off. She looks at it to see an unknown number. "See?" She shows him her phone. "I was right."
"Never gives up."
"Nope." She shakes her head. "Looks like I have to change my number...again." She sighs.
"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." She moves closer to him.
"Let's hope not."
"I don't want to think about him anymore." I mumble, hiding mmy face in his neck.
"No me neither, but he is booked in the first match so..."
"Nooooo." She whines "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." She laughs a bit.
"I just might too."
"Good. It'll be a good night then."
"I'll make sure of it."
"Perfect." She smiles. "Love you." She kisses him quick.
"I love you too." He steals another kiss, not pulling away. He only pulls away when they hear the show starting.
"Booo...starting already."
"Then sooner it starts, the sooner it's over."
"True."
"I'm just going to occupy myself." She grins, 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." She rests her head on his shoulder, her fingers lightly 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." She mumbles.
"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 too good." Mike 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 too 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." She moves 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 her on his lap. "Now I feel better."
"Good."
"Now we can enjoy the show."
"Yes we can." He nods.
In the meantime, I was all ready to go for my 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 Kaitlyn I'm worried about tonight."
"Right."
"I think we should go find her to make sure nothing happens."
"That would be the best." He nods.
"Then let's go quick. I just have a bad feeling about her walking to the curtain alone."
"Let's go."
We head out of the locker room and go to find Kaitlyn. It took a bit, but we finally found her and she indeed was being attacked.
"I knew it." I state, 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." I grumble, removing the hood, which ended up removing a wig at the same time. "Aksana. You're kidding me right?" I say as I step back. "Uh...no. Aksana not here." She tries to deny.
"Maybe you should've kept your hair blonde." I growl 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." I shake my head and that's when I spot Eve ahead. That's when I push 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!" I exclaim as she runs away. "And what are you looking at?" I say to Eve, a bit irritated right now.
"I was just coming to check on Kaitlyn. I heard something happened to her." She acts innocent. "I mean, it would be a shame for something to happen to her before your match." She adds.
"Oh like you didn't know." I roll my eyes. "You know, I've had enough of you." I grumble, storming towards her. I then shove 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." She 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." I roll my eyes and turn to face Kaitlyn.
"You ready to do this?" She holds out her fist, for a fist bump.
"Let the best woman win." I fist bump her. We both then start to make our way to the curtain for the match. When we get there, since I was the title holder, I went out first with Alex. We make our way down the ramp, me holding the title in the air. Once at the ring, I do my poses before Alex holds the ropes for me to get in. We only have to wait a short time before Kaitlyn came out next. She does her entrance, making her way to the ring. She does all her poses after getting in the ring. The ref takes the title from me, showing it to the both of us then the crowd before handing it off and ringing the bell.
We start off with a handshake, showing the sign of respect of course. And we start off the match, having a little fun. The best way to start off a match between friends. Then we get more serious and I end 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.
She starts to get to her feet and elbows me in the gut a few times to make me let go and I do. She comes off the ropes and catches me with a shoulderblock, which sends me down onto the apron on my back. She comes off the ropes again, going for an elbow, but I move over to my stomach which causes her to hop over me. That gives me the chance to get to my feet and I leapfrog jump over her when she comes back. I turn around and quickly duck a clothesline and then I get her into a spinning headscissors, which sends her across the ring.
"That's it! Keep up the pace. Get her tired. You got this!"
She crawls over to the corner and I back up into the opposite one. I wait until she's standing to charge at her, hoping to spear her in the corner. But she moves and I end up going through the ropes, and I hit the ring post shoulder first, and I end up falling to the outside. "Damn it!" Alex mutters, rushing over to me. "You alright?" He checks me over. "That hurt like hell." I grimace, holding my 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 me up. "Just be careful."
"I'll work through the pain." I nod. As much as he doesn't want to, he helps me up and back into the ring, watching in concern. And of course, even though she didn't want to, she used the hurt arm to her advantage, apologizing to me ahead of time before she went after it. "Come on! Not the arm! Get her off ref!" Alex yells. She gets me in an abdominal stretch, but that also stretches my arm the way it's positioned too. I keep telling the ref that I don't want to give up, and I want to keep going. "You can get through this! You're strong! Work through the pain!" Alex encourages, hitting the mat. I manage to move my feet so I'm in a spot to get out of the hold. I start to elbow her 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 my shoulder hurting as much as it was, I still gave it my all in the rest of the match. I hit Kaitlyn with everything I had, and had her set up for my finisher. Once I had hit it, I covered her for the pin, the ref counting to three. My theme goes off, Alex ecstatic. He gets my title, getting in the ring to check on me after the ref raises my hand.
"Are you sure you're alright now?"
"I don't know." I wince. "I need to go to the trainers."
"I would've advised that anyway, even if you didn't."
"Of course." I nod. "Let's head there now." He nods and we exit the ring, of course me being the more careful when I exit the ring. We both head up the ramp, me holding my title up with my good arm. As soon as I get behind the curtain, I hand Alex my title and lean 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." I nod. We finally reach the trainers room, walking in then sitting on one of the tables. Alex of course helps me sit while we wait for a trainer to come over. It doesn't take too long and soon the trainer comes over and I tell him what happened and he checks over my 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."
I nod and thank 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 I can take the meds. After taking those, I'm allowed to leave, then start 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 we reach the curtain, we 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." I nod. We don't have to wait long before Drew's music goes off since Alex chose to go out last. Once he's gone we both step closer to the ramp. "Oh thank god." Once he's in the ring, Alex's music goes off, us both walking out. He raises the title in the air at the top of the ramp before putting it over his shoulder, taking my hand. We make our way to the ring, Alex doing his poses on there and I head to commentary. And like always after putting a headset on, I'm greeted by Cole and them. More so the others than Cole, because he just doesn't like me 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 supposed 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." I simply state, turning my attention to Alex since the match had already begun.
"Finally." Cole mutters.
I just roll my 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 on 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?" I mutter to myself. "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? yold you Cole." I smirk then take off my headset. I grab his title on the way then get in the ring to celebrate with him. But as soon as I do that, that's when I notice at the top of the ramp, that Dolph and Wade were running out. "Oh hell no." I grumble, 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 us was the security Mike let us 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." I add.
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 both of us. Once they disappear behind the curtain, we wait for a bit before getting out of the ring, and heading to the back, security close behind. Once we get to the back, we head back to the locker room, because we 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 we 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 me quick before he goes in to change. While I wait, I go to the couch, laying down. I get comfortable as I can, and not too 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 my feet, gently lifting them up then sitting my 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." I add.
"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 how. It should be over before we know it."
I nod as we wait to see what the next match will be. "You're definitely giving her the night off tomorrow right?" Stef asks.
"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 are you going to change?"
"Probably the match before mine." She nods.
"Awww...alright."
"You want me to change now, don't you?"
"I really do."
"Hmm...to make you wait or not..." She teases.
"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." She laughs. "If you let go, I'll be back even quicker."
"Then go get changed then." He says, letting go.
"I'm going." She laughs, giving him a kiss. She moves from his lap then gets her gear bag, heading in to change. It doesn't take her too long and once that's on, she does a last check of her hair and makeup. Since this was her pay-per-view attire, it was different than my Raw one, this one being blue. After everything was perfect, she 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 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 colors."
"And I love it."
Well it is all for you...only you."
"I know." He grins.
"I just love making you happy." She grins, 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?" She chuckles 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." She chuckles.
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 say 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." She carefully moves off his lap, then fixes her attire once she's standing. He gets up after, then puts his arm over her shoulder as they head out of the room. "It feels so good not to hide anymore." She leans into his side as they 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..." She rolls her eyes as Dolph bumps into them, clearly on purpose. "...hey why don't you watch where you're going next time!" She calls over her shoulder at him. He doesn't have time to respond since they turned the corner for the ramp. "Good. I didn't want to hear him respond anyway."
"I probably would've slapped him anyway." She adds.
"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." She nods. "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." They reach the curtain to see Layla already waiting there. Once they walk up, they greet her, making small talk while they 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..." She blushes.
"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 her out there, before heading out. They watch from the monitor as she heads out, Mike's arms around her waist, his chin on her shoulder. After she does all her poses and gets in the ring, they hit Stef's music and Mike and her head out. The crowd of course boos, but she just throws her hand up at them, posing on the ramp. She puts her arm around Mike's waist, his around her shoulders as they head to the ring. He gives her a kiss before she hops up onto the apron and does her poses, getting in the ring. While she does 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 matchup 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 Stef off so that she goes into the ropes. She was hoping she would come back so that she could hit her, but Stef had held onto the ropes instead. That prompted Layla to come after her, and then Stef sends 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."
She then proceeds to climb out of the ring after her. Once she reaches her, she clothesline her on the outside. She then helps her up and throws her back into the ring, quickly going for a cover, but Layla 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 going 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."
Stef currently has Layla in a crossface hold, one that Mike had taught her to do of course. Layla 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 Stef let her go.
"Taking everything she learned and making it hers. That's what makes her do dominat."
"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. Stef was pretty dazed at a point and Layla went for one of her many signatures, the LOL. After hitting her with the reverse crossbody, she went for the pin, but Stef kicks 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." she starts to get to her feet and Layla sets her up for the Lay Out, but she reverses into her own finisher and hits 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 her hand. Once the ref lets go of her hand, Mike walks up and she's engulfed in a hug.
"You were amazing out there." He grins.
"I was, wasn't I?" She smirks.
"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?" She grins.
"Mmhmm, and it doesn't matter if these people see or not. They've seen it ever since England."
She smirks, knowing exactly what he means. He leans down, pressing his lips to hers, his hands on her cheeks. She rests her hands on his wrists, enjoying the moment. After he pulls away, he leans his forehead against hers, but gives her a quick kiss afterwards. "Love you."
"Love you too."
"Now let's head to the back and rest until my match."
"Perfect idea." She grins, moving from his arms. Like always, he holds the ropes for her then follows after she hops down. He laces his fingers with hers as they head up the ramp and behind the curtain. Once there, they head straight for the locker room.
"It's been a good night so far."
"It really has. Other than Shauna getting hurt, tonights 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 figured 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." She chuckles.
"Then I say go change."
"I'll be right back." She gives him a quick kiss then getting her bag. She heads into the changing area and take out the blue/white sequin embellished dress with transparent mesh sections that she chose to wear. She takes off her attire, putting the dress on. She fixes her hair and makeup a bit before slipping on the shoes that she wore to the show. Once everything was perfect, she 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." She laughs.
"Point goes to me." She adds as she heads back over to him.
"...uh huh..." He nods, his eyes never leaving her.
"So...what do you think?"
"I...love it." He grins, reaching out and pulling her 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 your 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." She laughs.
"Your fault."
"Oops." She giggles 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 hae been. I couldn''t ask for more."
"Neither could I."
"Best year of my life." She lays her head on his shoulder.
"I couldn't agree more." He kisses the top of her head while she nuzzles his neck, her 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." She nods. "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."
"Exactly."
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 storytime 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." She pouts. "Alright."
"I'll try to be quick."
"You always are." She moves from his lap. Once he stands, he leans down and kisses her quick before grabbing his bag and heading in to change. While she waits for him, she decides to text me and see how I'm doing. It isn't long before she gets a reply saying that I'm sore, but doing alright. She sighs in relief, knowing I'm alright then sets her phone down. After setting that down, she glances up to see Mike coming out in her favorite gear of his. She bites her lip hard, muttering to herself, her 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." She grins as he pulls her onto his lap. "The only thing in the way is this..." She tugs at his shirt. "Yes, but that stays on until my match."
"I know." She sighs. "I can deal with that.""I'll toss it to you once it's off before the match." He smirks.
"That works." She grins.
"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." She smirks, moving her fingers under the collar of his shirt, lighting 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." She kisses 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." She whispers 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." She giggles, moving from his ear, across his jaw to his lips.
"It...really is."
"I'll stop...for now." She presses her lips against his.
"Aww."
"You want me to continue? Alright..." She teasingly kisses him, her hand moving across his neck while the other moves down his chest to his thigh. "Well...it makes no sense to start something...you don't intend to finish..."
"I'll finish it alright..." She lightly moves her fingers over his thigh, running her lips 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 hers, and then presses his lips to hers in a hard kiss. She smirks into the kiss, knowing she got to him. She squeezes down on his hand, pulling him closer to her, matching his intensity of the kiss. Instead of him slowing the kiss down after a while, it was her, and she makes 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." She says after seeing the look on his face.
"Quite possibly."
"Sorry?" She gives him the eyes along with her 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."
"And it looks like the match is over."
"Darn...we missed it too." She says, not really caring.
"Oh well."
"That means it's time to head out for your match now."
"Yup." He nods. She carefully moves from his lap, standing up and fixing her dress. He stands and composes himself before getting his title then lacing his fingers with hers. They then leave the room and head to the curtain to see they'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 god for that." She leans into his side.
"I know how to keep both of us safe." He nods.
"You do." She smiles up at him, only to have it fade when hey hear the voice of Wade getting closer. "Great." She mutters, rolling her eyes.
"Ignore him."
"Him I can...just as long as the other ones 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." They don't have to wait much longer before they start to announce the match. "Oh thank god." With Mike being GM, and the title holder, he decides to go out first so that they're both not standing there with Wade any longer. His music goes off, them 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 hers. They make their way to the ring where he kisses her quick before running and jumping onto the ring to do his post. When he's done, he holds the ropes for her to get in then follows. They 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..." She moves closer to Mike.
"Don't worry. You stay on commentary where it's safe."
"Alright." She nods. "Be careful." She adds, before kissing him quick and leaving the ring. She then heads over to commentary and sits down just as Wade reaches he ring. And of course, she puts a headset on so she 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." She adds.
"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." She adds.
"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." Stef laughs.
"I think we can be glad there's no more anonymous general manager."
"Right? but, I know someone who's a bit disappointed." She looks 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." Stef winces. "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." You 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!" She takes her headset off and goes to the ring to cause a distraction only to be cut off by three unknown people.
The first thing she thinks 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. She sighs in relief knowing it's not Mike, then smirks as she watched Wade get the beatdown that he deserved. The attack ends up spilling to the outside, while the announce table was cleared off. Stef slides into the ring and goes to Mike's side so she's safe. She and Mike 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." She nods, heading out of the ring. She walks around and goes to grab his title. He rolls out of the ring and waits for her just like he said he would. After getting his title, she heads over to where he is, handing him the title. He holds it in the air before throwing it over his shoulder. They then head the rest of the way up the rmap 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. They head the rest of the way to the locker room without anyone stopping them. Right as they walk in, they hear someone calling Mike then turn to see who it is. Since it's no one important, they walk in, close the door and lock it. "He would come and talk to you now." She rolls her eyes at 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." She winks.
"Well, let's go then." He grins. She sets his title down on the couch while he grabs his bag. They 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." She smirks, walking over and running her hands down his chest slowly. "This is gonna take a long time." He chuckles. "Oh you know it." She grins, moving her 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." She pulls back the waistband of his attire with her other hand, letting it go.
"As ready as I can be." She teasingly kisses him.
"We'll see."
"Yes we will." She smirks, starting to pull down his attire. "Shame we have to wait though." She pulls them down, letting them fall to the floor.
"Yes, what a shame."
"We'll just have to fix that at the hotel then." She smirks seductively.
"I second that option."
"I knew you would." She presses his indent. "Now...get dressed so we can leave."
"Don't want to help anymore?" He chuckles.
"I'd love to." She grins.
"I thought so."
"I say we start with these..." She holds up his boxers.
"That would be the best thing to start with." He chuckles. She shakes her head, giving them to him so he can put those on. Next, she grabs his jeans, him pulling the up while she buttons them, making her fingers linger. After those are on, she takes 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." She adds.
"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 she heads out to get her bag. Once they have those, they head for the door. "I really hope he left."
"Let's hope so." She stands behind him as he opens the door. Thankfully Dolph had left. After making sure he was not around, they headed out of the room and through the halls. They made it out to the car with no problem, putting their things in the back then getting in and heading to the hotel. Alex and I have left ourselves after having gotten changed back into our normal clothes. And of course when we get back, he insists on carrying me up to the room, like always. "You're just the sweetest." I kiss his cheek as he walks to our 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 I reach down with my good arm opening the door. He walks in, dropping our bags by the door, then carrying me over to the bed, setting me 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 me quick. He then heads over to where my bags are and 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 my shirt gently over my head. He decides to take his time to be as touchy as he can before pulling his shirt over my head. I put my arms through the sleeves, obviously being careful with my bad shoulder. He helps pull the rest of it down, still being touchy as he goes along. Since my 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."
I nod, moving so he can pull back the blankets. Once he does, I climb into it and he pulls the blankets back over me, waiting until I'm 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 me. He reaches over and gets the light before carefully pulling me into his side. "Get some rest. We have all day tomorrow to get rest too."
"Right." I nod.
"Love you." He kisses the top of my head.
"I love you too." He starts to run his hand through my hair, helping me get to sleep quicker since he knows I'm in a bit of pain. It isn't long until after I fall asleep where he falls asleep. Stef and Mike have just gotten to their room, and walked inside. They set their bags down and his arms go right around her waist. "Eager much?" She giggles.
"Your fault."
"Oops." She laughs.
"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 her neck. He decides to leave his favorite spot alone for now, moving around it as he gets closer to it. She tenses up a bit, biting her lip as her ands tighten on his arms the more he goes around the spot, brushing over it at times. He then turns her around so she's facing him, and his arms go around her, holding her close as his lips hover over hers, teasing her. She whines slightly then moves her hands to his neck, pulling him closer, their lips touching. He then starts to walk forwards, making you walk back towards the bed. While you head there, you started to get touchy yourself and clothes start being removed. Since his shirt was off, he started to unzip her dress. Once the zipper was down, it fell to the floor, her stepping out if it. When that was off she started working on his pants. She gets those undone, letting them fall to the floor. He lays her on the bed, not wasting any time. He teases her a bit more before pulling the covers over them for a long eventful night.