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Monday, July 7: WWE Monday Night RAW – Montreal, QC; Bell Centre

(Show in progress)

Paige's POV

For this segment, Bad News is supposed to give me the WWE Universe a lecture on how he envisions himself standing over Miz at Battleground still Intercontinental Champion in a backstage interview with Renee. I have to go in for a kiss but he stops me, saying that I should "save it when we're out there", which would give a hint at how he's just using me as a "trophy wife". Miz comes up from behind and attacks him while I call for officials to separate them.

"My guest joining me at this time, Intercontinental Champion, Wade Barrett." Renee says.

I follow him in front of the red backdrop on his right.

"Now Barrett, last week on Raw you attacked The Miz. Then on SmackDown, it was the same vicious assault. Any explanation as to why?"

Barrett begins, "Renee, what I did to Miz last week has numerous reasons behind it. All of which make me, your champion, ahead of the game..."

My mind disappears off into space and I lose track of his words. At the moment, I'm concentrated on my match tonight against both of the Bellas in a two on one handicap match. You can technically say it would force a sympathetic reaction out of the viewers when they get their hands on me. But the end is written where I weasel off and let myself get counted out for 10, for heat.

I hear my name from Barrett's mouth which brings me back to the interview. Barrett and Renee are looking at me when the camera pans to my face. I go in for the kiss, but he forces his hand up, "Save that when we're actually out there, Paige." He turns away, "Thank you for your time, Renee..."

I move out of the way when Miz crashes into Bad News, raining down punches as they sprawl to the floor.

"Ref! Get some help over here!" I yell. I try to force him off myself. His head turns to me with his fist ready to strike Barrett in the face. There's a slight hesitation when he does, and in this split second time frame, Wade responses with a punch of his own. The three referees separate the men as I stand back. That look in Miz's eyes—I hope the fans caught it because he stopped because of me, a foreshadowing of what's to come. Damn, genius storytelling!

The camera stops rolling and we're given a chance to breathe. The guys are back on their feet, dusting themselves off. They exchange their complimentary words.

Miz makes his way over, with a kiss on my forehead, "So did that look good?"

"It was great, I loved it."

Without a word, Barrett gives me a nod and then goes his own way. That interview and attack was actually it for us this week We're not going to be on SmackDown because we'll be on a freakishly long flight to Japan for the July tour.

"Have fun in your double Bella match, babe."

"A bitchin' Bella blast," I adjust my championship title on my shoulder, "But hey babe, are you excited? Japan is gonna be so fun!"

"Hell yeah! Five days in an awesome wrestling country with an awesome wrestling girlfriend." He wraps an arm around my waist, "It's like we're on vacation instead of work."

The thought of that much time together in cities like Tokyo and Osaka makes my heart fly. There was only a few Superstars and two Divas that were listed to make the trip, I was one of them. Miz returned at the right time to go too. It's perfect.

I make a squeal type noise in difficulty of containing my excitement, then reach up to kiss him. He laughs as I'm practically jumping up and down in the middle of the open backstage area. Who wouldn't be ecstatic at getting a chance to do what you love in an awesome town like Tokyo? Especially when I get to share that experience with someone I love.

Tuesday, July 8: Enroute to Tokyo, Japan

(Morning)

I'm sitting in one of the back rows next to Miz, who has the walkway seat. This plane is filled up with WWE Superstars in every corner. Dolph, Alicia Fox, and Big E take up the row in front of us. If the number of people weren't those I knew, I would hyperventilate from how crowded it is in here. Luckily, it's only Miz and I in the very back so I can wiggle around in the remaining two seats if needed. A 16 hour flight is certifiably nuts. All of this waiting with a pressure stuck to your chest. To make matters worse, it's only been 20 minutes since take off. Calm down, Saraya, you can go crazy tomorrow. Tomorrow, when we're literally in the same plane... ugh.

I take a deep breath to shake some silence. The faint voices of other wrestlers are either very quiet or just small responses. Looking to my right, Miz has headphones over his head, on his iPad. His eyes look exhausted, probably from all of the traveling. That or the fact we've managed to cut our sleeping time even less because of some late night activities... It's best not to bother him at the moment.

Maybe I can get a few hours of sleep in here. I lean my head back on the rest and shut my eyes...

(2 hours later)

I'm awaken by a tap on my nose. My vision blurs then clears to an awake Alicia Fox looking over me. She's turned, resting over her seat. Wish she didn't disturb me, it was actually a deep rest.

"Hey Paige," her voice is quiet but crisp, "sorry about waking you up. It's been eating at me for a few weeks now. I just want to know, how did you and Miz end up... together?" Alicia is one of those Divas that knows everybody. By everybody, I mean she makes friends with the entire WWE crew. Even me. Hell, we're the only two female talents on this trip. With all of this in mind, I'm sure she was friends with Maryse too. In the locker room, she's always so nice. Should I open up a door for girl talk?

A quick glance at Miz, he's still focused on the tablet in his hands.

"Well, it the Raw of his return..." I've only told this story once, to Miz's parents, but it feels like the millionth time I'm repeating it. "...Then a week later we just sort of, became a thing. The rest is history? Yeah, that's it."

"Wow, that sounds like true love. I mean, when I saw you two at Payback, I knew something was up. I didn't think much of it but damn, look at you guys!"

Miz lifts his head and detaches the headphones from his ears, "What?"

I smile at this, "Thanks Foxy. I'm happy with this one." I slip my arm through his and lean my ear against his shoulder. There's a pressure applied, his mouth makes a sound against the crown of my head.

"Paige and Miz. Who woulda thunk it? You're adorable together. Alright, that's all I wanted to know. I'll leave you alone girly." Alicia turns back around and sinks into her seat. I lift my head to look at him and just like I suspected, he's already smiling.

"Right here." He gives his lips a tap. I lean forward to meet him. His mouth feels dry so I make sure that's not the case before parting. He grabs my hand and squeezes.

Miz taps a few times on the tablet still in his lap and opens the front camera. I haven't looked in a mirror in a while and the image of me is enough to cover myself, "Ugh, not now Miz!"

"C'mon Paige, you always look beautiful. Would you take a look at me though? I look like a pile of crap." He pulls the device close to his face which makes me laugh.

"Okay, okay." I resume the previous position and he holds up the screen in front of us. Despite our current run-down state, I've got to admit that we are a cute looking couple. I make a face with him, the camera snaps. I put on a simple smile and he does the same. My favorite selfies lately always include him.

He closes the iPad and leaves a kiss on the side of my head, "I'm gonna try and catch some beauty sleep, babe."

"Alright, because you definitely need it."

He chuckles, "Thanks for calling me ugly, you're so sweet to me."

"I love you, Miz." I laugh in response.

"Love you too baby."

[AN: I'm writing through the hours in the plane. Fast forwarding to when they arrive in Japan]

Touchdown in Tokyo...

Miz's POV

After a short ride in a small charter bus to the hotel, I'm finally able to stretch out my body. Sitting in cramped spaces for so long can only do a body bad. I plop down on the queen sized mattress, arms and legs pointed toward each corner of the bed. Damn, this feels nice. I hear the door shut and bags slam as my eyes are closed. There's an energy looming to my left then I feel a solid weight fall on top of me. When I set my vision, Paige is sprawled over like a dead body. She's tired too. Yellow-orange light from the lamp on the drawer only fills half of the room. The clock on the wall reads just past 10PM. Well at least the timing couldn't have been more perfect, it's time for bed anyway.

"Saraya, babe, I'm gonna get ready for bed."

"And?" She mumbles in the dark pile that is her hair.

"Get off," I laugh. Her head lifts and we meet eyes. The look is an unsettling zombie. I laugh even louder.

"I'm so tired, oh my god." Her voice is so weak. This is all too funny.

I try to sit up as her body refuses to budge. She rolls to her back on my lap once I'm finally adjusted. Looking down at this lifeless person, I can't help but smile. The plane ride was crazy. Broken sleep and patches of dozing off were too frequent. Half of the time, I was fighting for a comfortable position in my seat since I let her take the other two in our row. My ass hurts. I definitely understand her level of jet lag, not being used to these extended flights and all.

I reach to both sides of Paige's face and lean down, "Hey sleepy head, get up before I make you sleep on the floor."

She makes a groaning sound, "...mm, hold on..." After a few seconds, she does nothing.

It had to be like this... I lift the hem of her shirt, exposing her pale abdomen. This time, I lean down above her naval, pressing my lips to her skin. I puff out my mouth and apply a raspberry to her stomach. Then suddenly she's wiggling everywhere, trying to laugh at the same time. I continue this onslaught knowing damn well how ticklish she is. This should wake her up.

"Miz! You asshole!" Paige is still rolling around trying to cover herself. It reminds me of someone who's had too many drinks.

I stop once she ends up at the foot of the bed where my legs are free. I get up from the bed and go to where she's slumped over the corner. From behind, I hug her body then lift to push her on the mattress, "Hey, I'm not gonna strip you down for bed... Or maybe I will." My arms reach out to her sides again, tickling every open patch of skin.

Her eyes are fully open now, trying to kick me away, "Okay, okay! Stop tickling me, I'll get up."

"Good." I dig through my bag for the nightly essentials and head to the small bathroom.

Once I'm finished, I walk out with nothing but a pair of basketball shorts on. This most must see Superstar is ready to sleep. Out the door, I see my girl in a tank top and pajama pants. Her hair is up in a messy bun. In every hotel room we've shared, I've come to know the little things she does, like a normal couple should be doing. Those little things make her that much more adorable to me.

"You take forever in there," She says before entering the bathroom herself. "Ugh, it smells like shit!" I hear from her through the door.

"Yeah, that's why I took forever."

She laughs, "You're disgusting."

I carry my clothes and drop then on my bag against the wall. After plugging every device in to charge, now I'm ready for bed. Paige comes out ten minutes later, sans makeup. She looks even more beautiful like this. Each time I've seen her without the dark eyeliner, I've never told her how much I love it just because we would call it a night from being so tired.

Situated on the right side of the bed, I keep my eyes on her in each step she takes. She makes her way over to occupy the other half and jumps in.

"Miz, what're you staring at?"

"You, without makeup. It's—"

"Horrible, isn't it? I'm sorry but—"

"What? No. I was gonna say you without makeup is the sexiest thing I've ever seen." There it is, the trademark blushing cheeks. In all honesty, a woman without anything artificial on her face is just plain better.

"Thanks, babe."

"Yeah, don't interrupt me again," I joke and leave a peck on her bright red skin.

"I can't believe we're in Tokyo, Japan. I'm super excited for the next few days."

I grab her hand and give a squeeze, "Me too. The crowds are incredible here. You'll love it."

"And I'm with you. Can't get any better than that."

"Hey babe, maybe one of these nights we can..."

"Maybe. We'll see if you're lucky."

Lifting her hand to my mouth, I give a kiss. Then I lean over for one on those lips I love so much. We settle into the sheets and I shut off the lamp. This Japan tour hasn't even started but I know for a fact it's going to be one of the best trips I've ever been on. Paige and I are going to paint the town purple and red. It will be awesome...

So I'd like to announce... I'm going to be writing another Miz/Paige fic! It'll be up when this story concludes :) I'm excited, the new one has tension like you won't believe. Keep an eye out for it, but in the meantime please review this one! ;)