I Can't Do This

What Did He Just Say?

I was waiting for Miz to finish doing his entrance, that way we could hurry up this stupid segment. Seriously, who actually gives a fuck about MizTV? No one? Oh, ok. That's what I thought. Anyway, once Miz introduced everyone, he introduced me as the 'biggest failure on the whole Raw Roster'. I walked out and was about to attack him, but Mustafa held me back. The Miz had his microphone, and handed the guests three microphones, so two people would share one.

Miz: You cozy over there, Sunny? No? Ok, well let's get this thing started. Seth, how does it feel knowing you made my daughter and wife cry when you stole my championship from me?
S: I didn't steal anything.
Miz: Go ahead and believe what you want. After all, won't you have Sunny to sleep with you and when you're angry, will you just throw a vase at her head?
Miz had the most evil smirk on his face, and Seth had a lot of fire in his eyes.
MA: Hey, how about we change the topic?
Miz: Look, everybody! It's the Sub Zero wannabe! You failed at being a cop, you failed at being a Cruiserweight, and most of all, you failed at winning the Cruiserweight championship.
Becks: Hey Jizz, why don't you leave them all alone? Do you insult them because you know that they can beat you in the blink of an eye? Or is it because they're actual A-listers?
Miz's jaw dropped, and Becky and I gave each other a fist bump. I smirked at the Miz, knowing that he was done for. I realised where I was sitting, which was right next to him.
Miz: I don't know what you're smirking at, Wolf. You let a man shoot your hand off. You let your own child die, and you let yourself be beaten by Naomi in the WrestleMania Women's Battle Royal. Now you won't be smirking any more.

All and any kind of emotion dropped from my face, so I did the only thing I could do. And that was deliver a knockout punch to the Miz's jaw. I got up and out of my chair, and continued the assault on him. The Miztourage abandoned him, and ran backstage like the pussies they are. I didn't care how bruised Miz's face was getting a not even where his face was getting cut from my knuckles. Mustafa, Cedric, Seth and Finn pulled me off, and that's when I started attacking Seth and Finn. I was delivering punches left, right and centre, until Seth stopped me by pulling my face to his, and kissing me. The romantic storyline was still in effect, and Mustafa understood. I pushed Seth off of me, and Cedric, Becky, Mustafa and myself all walked backstage and went into our shared locker room. I sat down next to Mustafa, and he started caressing my cheek, trying to get me to calm down. I looked at the moniter, and it showed replay after replay of what led up to me attacking Miz. Then it showed one giant replay of me attacking Miz, Seth and Finn. Becky and Cedric left us alone, and made sure that they locked the door on their way out.

I smirked at Mustafa, and he crashed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back, and we continued kissing each other into a full-on make out session. He stopped, looking a bit frustrated. I looked down, and saw his bulge. I started to grind on him, and he moaned and grabbed my waist. He lifted me off of him, so he could take it out. Once he did, he took off my jeans and panties and pulled me back on top of him. He slid his hand down, and started gliding two fingers in and out of me. I gasped and leaned into the crook in his neck to muffle my moans of pleasure. He took his fingers out, and replaced it with something else. I gasped, and let out a long moan. We moved together as one, and we continued until there were a few knocks on the door. We got ourselves dressed and cleaned up, then I answered the door. It was a stagehand and he informed me that Mustafa and I were going to participate in a tag team match against Miz, Seth and Finn. We found a partner, and it was in the form of Jeff Hardy. He happily agreed to be our partner, so the three of us walked to the Guerilla and waited until Miz, Seth and Finn were finished doing their entrances.

I walked out first, to my new theme music. (Music at the top) I asked Johnny Gargano if I could use it, and he happily agreed. I stopped at the end of the ramp, and waited for Mustafa to come out. Once he did, we waited for Jeff to come out. As soon as his music hit, the whole arena erupted into cheers. I couldn't hear a single boo. The three of us got into the ring, and saw that the Miz was going to start off the match. I told the boys to wait on the apron, because I needed to readjust his face.