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Sunday, June 29: WWE Money in the Bank – Boston, MA; TD Garden
(2 hours before PPV starts)
Miz's POV
Coming out of a small meeting with Dave and Creative, they said the COO Triple H was going to announce me as a surprise participant in the Money in the Bank contract ladder match later on tonight. True awesomeness! Dave told me it would add to the story if I was in there with Barrett and be the one to cause him a shot at grabbing the briefcase. It all plays out like this: Paige walks out with Barrett, supporting him at ringside. During the match, she would slide into the ring and try to stop me from scaling the ladder. Bad News climbs the other side as I come down to yell in her face. Once he's fingertips away, she's going to push me into the ladder and that would cause him to fall from the top. It ultimately puts the blame on Paige which is the beginning of some conflict between "UK's happy couple". Seth Rollins wins the match but from my perspective, being in the ring with some of my good friends in Ziggler and Kofi will be a lot of fun.
I spot the same two walk into the locker room as I follow. It's closing in on bell time so I'll change into my gear, which is probably what they're about to do too.
"You boys ready? Just got the news, I'm in the ladder match tonight." I say, settling at the locker where my bag sits.
"Nice!" Kofi replies, "You have some crazy spots in mind?"
"A few, it probably involves me beating you guys up with the ladder—just a heads up."
They both laugh. "So how was your day off with the parents? And Paige?" Ziggler asks. Kingston peeps right after, "She met the 'rents, already?"
I take out the orange metallic trunks, knee pads, and kickpads from the bag, "Yeah, they wanted to meet her. It was great, they took a liking to Paige," I hold my thumb up as a signal.
"Good to hear, man. I saw her earlier, she looked like AJ skipping around here all happy. Now I know that can't be from meeting your parents. Did you guys...?"
Both of them look at me so eager for the answer. Is this what it feels like to be Paige? Because I think my face is turning red. "Yeah. Right after my parents left the house."
"Score!" Ziggler punches me in the arm.
The guy talk continues then the conversation turns towards the huge ladder match. Kofi has a couple spots that I can't wait to see, as well as Dolph. Money in the Bank has always been one of my favorite pay-per-views seeing as it helped me elevate my career to become WWE Champion. The road to that starts again, but I'm taking a few detours with the Intercontinental Championship.
Once I'm dressed in full gear, I head out to find Paige. Into the hallway, I'm stopped by one of the WWE Magazine crew.
"Hey Miz, just making a delivery," He pulls out two manila folders out of an envelope and opens them. Inside are the photos Paige and I took for the next issues of the magazine, and the outtakes where we were messing around. An instant smile gets thrown onto my face. I had almost forgotten about them. He quickly flips through them and closes the folders, "Hope you enjoy, man."
I reach out my hand to shake his while I take the folders in the other, "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." We leave in opposite directions. Walking to catering, there's Paige talking with Emma near a coffee machine. I take out an 8x10 of her and hold it up to my face, doing the her own trademark scream.
There's a laugh from her, "Miz!" She snatches the picture from my fingers.
"Look babe, the photos got developed! There's two of each in here."
"Yay! Perfect. These are gonna right next to my picture of Sooki and Jovi."
"Really? Am I your pet now?" I joke.
"Yeah, you're my bitch." With that, Emma sneaks a laugh, "Careful Paige, is he fixed?" The two girls get louder at my expense.
I get closer to Paige's face, "This dog loves to lick," this is where I lick her cheek.
Her hand instantly reaches to the spot I just touched with my tongue, "Miz! You're so gross!" She laughs and wipes it off—wipes it off right on my chest.
"I'll go put these in my bag. I'll see you later, babe." I plant a kiss where it's moist on her face and turn the same direction I came from.
"Dat ass though," I hear Paige behind me. I strike a butt-pop pose and continue walking. Their laughs are the last thing in my ears before I turn the corner.
(Post Divas Championship match)
Paige's POV
Through the black curtain, title proudly in hand, the sweat and pain finally hits my senses. The match with Naomi was physical and intense. She's one hell of an athlete and wrestling her was an honour. Hopefully we have more matches together because it's a joyride whenever we scrap. Another win for me though. Ooh, my back. A bump I took outside the ring from the apron throbs as I walk. I need some ice.
The pain suddenly disappears when I focus on Miz standing there as usual, oddly enough with a pack of ice. He's wrapped in his pay-per-view jacket tonight.
"I know you need this," he says, holding the pack above my head. I attempt to grab it but he jerks it away, "Not without a celebratory kiss."
"Well, how could I forget?" I reach for his face and he dips down to me, lips first. When we release, his arm lowers and goes around my back. The sharp cold surprises my skin as I wince from the initial pressure. After a few seconds to process the effects, I relax and hold the ice there.
"You used RamPaige tonight. Freakin' badass, babe. Proud of you."
"Thanks, babe. Are you ready for your match? I know it's going to hurt too." My part for tonight isn't finished and realizing this, the pain lifts a little from excitement.
"Sharp steel and hard ladders don't even hurt! Neither does falling from twenty feet in the air, pssh. But you'll be there to make it better after the match, right?"
"Or, I can make it worse." I raise an eyebrow at him and I can tell he understood what I meant by the smug smirk that has appeared on his face.
"I like that. And I like this new Paige. You're hotter when you tease." Miz suddenly pushes the ice pack on my back and I jump. Then he throws an arm over my shoulders, "C'mon, the ladder match is soon. I have to get warmed up." We walk to the locker room, "Get yourself all clean, ya stink."
I laugh, "You're hotter when you tell me I smell," I prop my leg into the door frame.
He chuckles, "I'll see you out there, Paige." With that he turns and his jacket sways in each step. I enter the room and smile to myself from behind the door.
(During the MITB ladder match)
Paige's POV
These Superstars are really outdoing themselves tonight. Everyone in the Money in the Bank contract ladder match has had at least one stand out moment so far. Sitting at ringside with my retained Divas Championship, just next to the announce table, I get the best seat in the house. Ladders are everywhere and when its smack on someone's skin echoes throughout the arena, I cringe. Especially when Miz is the unfortunate target of an attack. My poor baby...
I see Barrett begin ascending a ladder set up in the middle of the ring and his quick glance at me lets me know that this is the spot. Miz crawls into the ring from my left (barricade side) and struggles to his feet to climb the same ladder. When the boys are midway up the rungs, I get up from the leather chair and slide under the ropes. On my feet, I can hear the Universe with a slight reaction. I grab Miz's boot and tug. He tries to kick me away but I hold on. A harder pull, and he jumps down.
"Get out of this ring right now!" He yells. Keeping in character I return a remark of my own, "You're not the one to grab the briefcase, Miz! What're you gonna do, hit a girl?"
Suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders. The fans cheer at this as I'm struggling to break free. I spot Barrett fingertips away and the noise really picks up. Perfect timing.
I push Miz into the ladder and it begins to tip over. Barrett leans back then jumps to save himself, but his legs split between the top rope. I give my best "oh my god, what did I just do" face. The place erupts, eating it all up. Miz grabs my wrist and tries to force me out of the ring. Still in "shock", I leave the metal mayhem. Once I'm out, Ziggler gives him a ZigZag which temporarily puts them out of the fray as well. The officials at ringside direct me the ramp where I'm supposed to retreat to the backstage area. A few comments from the front row fans I hear are all exactly what I wanted. "Nice going, Paige!" "You suck!" "Leave this match!"
I return behind the black curtain and glue myself to the nearest monitor to watch the rest of the action. Everything went according to plan and quiet honestly, you couldn't get any better than what we pulled. As the match is coming to a close, there's Miz with what looks like a final hoorah before the Kane and Rollins finish. Swagger is the one with a smaller ladder then clips him right in the face. I gasp like I'm the one who just got hit. Miz exits the ring and Kofi Kingston picks up where he left off. The camera focuses on him then I see it. There's a fresh gash above Miz's right eyebrow and blood is seeping through it. Oh no. Charles Robinson goes over to him to check and pulls out the gloves. Michael Cole points out the obvious injury on commentary. I can't help but worry, he looks so helpless.
Kane's fire pyro booms just yards away from me. I jump in surprise. On the screen, he makes his way to the ring with an uproar of jeers. The end to the match happens and there's Seth Rollins standing tall with the Money in the Bank briefcase.
All I'm thinking about is how much pain Miz is in. I've never seen his blood before, so bright against his features. It's an absolutely horrid sight that I wish I didn't see.
In the trainer's room, Miz is situated on the leather examination seat. Two of the head trainers are cleaning up the wound on his forehead. I stand right next to him to get a closer look. By now, I'm okay because he's here with me, injured but whole. There's still some blood on his chest, blood that managed to trail down that far. My face does a subtle scowl. Miz grabs for hand and squeezes.
"Alright Mike, it looks like you're going to have to get a few stitches. I would put in five there." Chris, the main ringside physician, says.
"Sounds like fun. Staple me up, Chris." With that, Miz is ordered to lie down. They go to work on this brow and I take a seat away so I don't end up in the way. Minutes pass before they finish patching him up. When he finally sits up, the red wound and stitches jump out under the white light. That scowl returns to my face.
Chris releases him as he's "good to go". We make our way out of the trainer's room and I automatically reach to hold his hand.
"You have no idea how scared I was watching you bleed out there."
"Yeah, it scared me too. But I'll be fine, babe. It's just a scratch." He says so nonchalantly like the tough guy he is. I'm staring at his face and the only thing my eyes are directed to is over his eyebrow. "Hey, but good job out there. Everything went perfectly!"
I smile, "Thanks. Kudos to Barrett for taking that fall though."
"He sacrificed his balls, a definite pat on the back is due." We stand in front of the Superstars' locker room as his stop is first before mine.
"So Miz..."
"So Paige..."
"Two hours. In two hours."
He pops the other eyebrow realizing what I mean, "Tonight? Yeah?"
I bite my lip and nod. I'm a woman of a few words. But I do speak fluent body language. Ever since I've got a taste of what bliss really feels like, all I want whenever I'm alone with him is for another bite. And another, and another...
That trademark Miz smirk looks so attractive paired with the rugged gash, "I'll probably get a speeding ticket cause of how fast I'm gonna drive. Meet me in the parking lot." He pulls me close.
I let out a giggle, "As soon as possible." I lean forward to whisper in his ear, "I'm so ready..."
When I back my head away, his palms encase my jaw and quickly catches my lips with his own. So soothing, yet it stirs up my insides like crazy at the same time.
We go our separate ways. I'm practically running to the Divas locker room now...
(2 hours later)
Hartford, CT
Miz's POV
Not even in the hotel room, Paige and I can't keep our hands off each other. Once the key lights green, and the handle unlocks, I push her body inside the unlit space. I throw our bags on the floor and shut the door. There's a growl the in the dark then I realize it was her. In the next second, she crashes into me. All I feel is a mouth on mine and arms around my neck. I reach out for the light switch on the wall and flip it up. Maneuvering to the bed, I find it and push Paige onto the sheets. By the look on her face, she's really hungry. It's too damn hot...
She sits up, head right in front of my lower stomach. Her eyes look up to me. She's starving. I take off my shirt and throw it on the bags. Her hands are trying to undo my belt, but I finish that job. She strips out of her own top as we're both left shirtless, in our jeans now. Dipping down to her lips, I force her to back up on the bed. I gently place myself on top of her frame, where our skin touches. The yellow shade in the hotel room hits her features in all the right places. I stare straight into those soft chocolate eyes that I fell deep in love with. Those same eyes flicker to the top of my brow. I had almost forgotten there was a wound on my forehead. Her hand is on the back of my ribs, stroking up and across, sending waves throughout my body.
"The safe word is banana."
She laughs, "You're crazy, Miz." Her voice transcends a smile on my face.
"I love you baby," I tell her.
"I love you."
I meet my favorite mouth again. This time, it's not just her lips I get. She doesn't know whose she's dealing with—I'm a professional in French kissing. My girl is getting extra feisty these days. I may not have won the Money in the Bank ladder match, but we all know who's the real winner tonight...
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