Keeping Up With Mike and Layla
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:00 pm
OOC: Hey guys just a little something I threw together. Hope you enjoy it.
The scene opened up in Sunny Los Angeles, California the Wednesday after Destiny. We were outside the residence of Mike Mizanin. In the front yard was a familiar face, just not on EBWF programming as of a late, it was a face that belonged to longtime EBWF diva Layla El. She was watering the grass, donning big sun glasses a white t shirt and light blue Capri pants. The front door opened and out stepped Mike Mizanin. He had a black beater on and white with black trim basketball shorts. His hair could only be described as some serious "bed head." He scratched the back of his head and noticed that his hair was very much out of place, so he fixed it as best he could. Layla heard the door open and stopped watering. She turned to him and smiled sarcastically.
Layla El: Hey there! I thought I was going to have to call somebody, what did you just sleep for 15 hours. I was beginning to think you might be in a coma.
Mike offered a light smile.
Mike Mizanin: Yeah, you don't realize what an Elimination Chamber match takes out of you until you're in one. I mean it's Wednesday now, and I still feel like it's the morning after. Probably because I've missed the morning after and gone straight to the afternoon on each of the last two days.
Layla put her sunglasses on her head, she then pushed some of her hair back behind her ears.
Layla El: Thank god you have me to do all your chores, since you're never here. I wonder if we'll ever be on the road at the same time so that we can actually see each other.
Mike rolled his eyes.
Mike Mizanin: This again?
Layla seemed bothered by the fact that Mike didn't reflect similar feelings to hers.
Layla El: Seriously Mike? It doesn't bother you at all that just as luck would have it, since we've been dating, if I'm on TV a lot, you've been off.. and now you're back on TV a lot and I've been off. Don't you miss me at all?
Mike seemed exasperated by what came off to him as a whiny tone.
Mike Mizanin: Yeah Lay, I do, but what do you want me to do? Sho got sick, and he and Taka retired. I'm sure they are thinking of a way to write you back in, but you were knee deep in that Kaientai gimmick, it's going to take some time for that to leave people's heads.
Layla El: Well have you mentioned me at least coming back as your manager? I want to do something!
Mike shook his head.
Mike Mizanin: I don't want a manager, I don't need one. I'm not Dolph Ziggler. I have a few brain cells to rub together and can come up with things to say on my own.. and I just turned face so I don't know how a manager would fit unless I was heel and they were helping me win matches.
Layla El: But the people love me, and 90 percent of them know we are dating, it'd be an easy transition for me, and a great way for me to come back.
Mike shook his head again.
Mike Mizanin: It still wouldn't make sense right now, they'd be like "oh now she doesn't talk with a voice over?" It's too soon, babe.
Layla, a woman after all, was not taking no for an answer.
Layla El: I wouldn't have to talk at all! I just want to be on the road with you, back on TV with YOU. I'm a performer, I'm not your maid, or your gardener!
Mike Mizanin: I don't know, I mean the yard does look great.
Mike couldn't help himself, it was definitely the wrong thing to say, but guys like Mike can't help saying things that they think are funny even in it's not the right time.. it wasn't the right time and Layla didn't find it half as humorous as Mike's half smile indicated that he did. Layla threw the hose down.
Layla El: Oh fuck you Mike! Water your own bloody grass!
Layla stormed into the house stamping her feet as she walked. Mike looked to the sky at first as if to say "lord why did I just open up that can of worms." He followed her into the house.
Mike Mizanin: Lay, I'm sorry I was kidding, it was a joke! Come on.
Layla was already making her way back towards the door car keys in hand, as Mike was re-entering the house, he shut the door behind him.
Mike Mizanin: Come on, where are you going?
Tears had started to form in her eyes, but she wasn't at all sad, this chick was pissed.
Layla El: I'm getting the hell away from you. I get that I don't exactly fit on TV right now, but you haven't once in the two months you've been back even asked me to come on the road with you, not even to be on TV, just to be literally in the same state as you.. not once!
Mike, a guy after all, looked confused at Layla throwing what he felt, was a comment out of left field. Little did Mike know, that these feelings had probably been festering up in Layla over the past couple months, and only were coming out now because she was.. like I said.. pissed.
Mike Mizanin: What are you talking about? You literally told me the other day on the phone, that you hadn't been as relaxed as you were that day, in years.
Layla El: That was one bloody day, and it was only because I had a lot of wine.. which I told you.. wine does tend to relax you, you moron.
Again a normal person would have sensed how mad Layla was, and remained completely serious. Mike, however, thought between her accent, and the way she had called him a "moron" that she was absolutely adorable. He couldn't help but let out a smile and small laugh.
Layla El: What is so funny!? I'm being serious!
Mike's moment of laughter seemed to soften him a little bit, and in this moment, it was clear he wasn't going to get into a shouting match with her.
Mike Mizanin: Nothing, I'm sorry ok? For everything, do you want to come on the road with me for Warfare? I'm not on the card, but I think I'm on the show. I might not be, I think Wes just tells me to be there so the two of us can hang out.
Normally Layla would have laughed at this but she was still so angry.
Layla El: Well I'm glad someone wants to hang out with you, because I sure as hell don't. Get out of my way.
Layla tried to plow through Mike, but this was as much of a "Red Rover" mismatch as there ever was. Mike smiled as he caught her in one arm, determined she tried to continue to run through Mike's arm tackle.
Layla El: Get off of me! I'm serious! I'm.. I'm... I just miss you so much, and you don't even care!
Mike could feel her softening, as he brought her in and wrapped his other arm around her in an embrace. He spoke softly.
Mike Mizanin: I do care. You're right though I should have asked you to come on road trips with me.. because I know how much I missed you when you were gone. I've just been so wrapped up in my return, my matches, my creative meetings, and where I'm headed. That I just have been a not so great boyfriend, and I'm truly, genuinely sorry.
As Mike spoke Layla felt her walls crumbling and she let herself be engulfed by Mike's embrace. She pulled her head way from his chest to respond.
Layla El: You better be sorry, I had to pick up the dung of the neighbors dog, as he helped himself to your lawn, and didn't bother to pick it up, the other day.
Mike looked disgusted.
Mike Mizanin: That's just unacceptable, if your dog shits, you pick it up, that's just common courtesy. You're right, we need to get you out of here, and back on the road.
Layla El: As your manager?
She smiled like a little kid who was trying to get her dad to buy her ice cream. Mike knew that she knew the answer would be 'no.'
Mike Mizanin: No, not as my manager. Unless Wes tells me he wants me to take steroids and I need a girl to kiss my huge biceps like Midajah did for Scott Steiner, if that ever happens than yes.. you can be my manager.
Layla El: Deal.
The two kissed briefly on the lips, and for the moment things seemed to be OK.
The scene opened up in Sunny Los Angeles, California the Wednesday after Destiny. We were outside the residence of Mike Mizanin. In the front yard was a familiar face, just not on EBWF programming as of a late, it was a face that belonged to longtime EBWF diva Layla El. She was watering the grass, donning big sun glasses a white t shirt and light blue Capri pants. The front door opened and out stepped Mike Mizanin. He had a black beater on and white with black trim basketball shorts. His hair could only be described as some serious "bed head." He scratched the back of his head and noticed that his hair was very much out of place, so he fixed it as best he could. Layla heard the door open and stopped watering. She turned to him and smiled sarcastically.
Layla El: Hey there! I thought I was going to have to call somebody, what did you just sleep for 15 hours. I was beginning to think you might be in a coma.
Mike offered a light smile.
Mike Mizanin: Yeah, you don't realize what an Elimination Chamber match takes out of you until you're in one. I mean it's Wednesday now, and I still feel like it's the morning after. Probably because I've missed the morning after and gone straight to the afternoon on each of the last two days.
Layla put her sunglasses on her head, she then pushed some of her hair back behind her ears.
Layla El: Thank god you have me to do all your chores, since you're never here. I wonder if we'll ever be on the road at the same time so that we can actually see each other.
Mike rolled his eyes.
Mike Mizanin: This again?
Layla seemed bothered by the fact that Mike didn't reflect similar feelings to hers.
Layla El: Seriously Mike? It doesn't bother you at all that just as luck would have it, since we've been dating, if I'm on TV a lot, you've been off.. and now you're back on TV a lot and I've been off. Don't you miss me at all?
Mike seemed exasperated by what came off to him as a whiny tone.
Mike Mizanin: Yeah Lay, I do, but what do you want me to do? Sho got sick, and he and Taka retired. I'm sure they are thinking of a way to write you back in, but you were knee deep in that Kaientai gimmick, it's going to take some time for that to leave people's heads.
Layla El: Well have you mentioned me at least coming back as your manager? I want to do something!
Mike shook his head.
Mike Mizanin: I don't want a manager, I don't need one. I'm not Dolph Ziggler. I have a few brain cells to rub together and can come up with things to say on my own.. and I just turned face so I don't know how a manager would fit unless I was heel and they were helping me win matches.
Layla El: But the people love me, and 90 percent of them know we are dating, it'd be an easy transition for me, and a great way for me to come back.
Mike shook his head again.
Mike Mizanin: It still wouldn't make sense right now, they'd be like "oh now she doesn't talk with a voice over?" It's too soon, babe.
Layla, a woman after all, was not taking no for an answer.
Layla El: I wouldn't have to talk at all! I just want to be on the road with you, back on TV with YOU. I'm a performer, I'm not your maid, or your gardener!
Mike Mizanin: I don't know, I mean the yard does look great.
Mike couldn't help himself, it was definitely the wrong thing to say, but guys like Mike can't help saying things that they think are funny even in it's not the right time.. it wasn't the right time and Layla didn't find it half as humorous as Mike's half smile indicated that he did. Layla threw the hose down.
Layla El: Oh fuck you Mike! Water your own bloody grass!
Layla stormed into the house stamping her feet as she walked. Mike looked to the sky at first as if to say "lord why did I just open up that can of worms." He followed her into the house.
Mike Mizanin: Lay, I'm sorry I was kidding, it was a joke! Come on.
Layla was already making her way back towards the door car keys in hand, as Mike was re-entering the house, he shut the door behind him.
Mike Mizanin: Come on, where are you going?
Tears had started to form in her eyes, but she wasn't at all sad, this chick was pissed.
Layla El: I'm getting the hell away from you. I get that I don't exactly fit on TV right now, but you haven't once in the two months you've been back even asked me to come on the road with you, not even to be on TV, just to be literally in the same state as you.. not once!
Mike, a guy after all, looked confused at Layla throwing what he felt, was a comment out of left field. Little did Mike know, that these feelings had probably been festering up in Layla over the past couple months, and only were coming out now because she was.. like I said.. pissed.
Mike Mizanin: What are you talking about? You literally told me the other day on the phone, that you hadn't been as relaxed as you were that day, in years.
Layla El: That was one bloody day, and it was only because I had a lot of wine.. which I told you.. wine does tend to relax you, you moron.
Again a normal person would have sensed how mad Layla was, and remained completely serious. Mike, however, thought between her accent, and the way she had called him a "moron" that she was absolutely adorable. He couldn't help but let out a smile and small laugh.
Layla El: What is so funny!? I'm being serious!
Mike's moment of laughter seemed to soften him a little bit, and in this moment, it was clear he wasn't going to get into a shouting match with her.
Mike Mizanin: Nothing, I'm sorry ok? For everything, do you want to come on the road with me for Warfare? I'm not on the card, but I think I'm on the show. I might not be, I think Wes just tells me to be there so the two of us can hang out.
Normally Layla would have laughed at this but she was still so angry.
Layla El: Well I'm glad someone wants to hang out with you, because I sure as hell don't. Get out of my way.
Layla tried to plow through Mike, but this was as much of a "Red Rover" mismatch as there ever was. Mike smiled as he caught her in one arm, determined she tried to continue to run through Mike's arm tackle.
Layla El: Get off of me! I'm serious! I'm.. I'm... I just miss you so much, and you don't even care!
Mike could feel her softening, as he brought her in and wrapped his other arm around her in an embrace. He spoke softly.
Mike Mizanin: I do care. You're right though I should have asked you to come on road trips with me.. because I know how much I missed you when you were gone. I've just been so wrapped up in my return, my matches, my creative meetings, and where I'm headed. That I just have been a not so great boyfriend, and I'm truly, genuinely sorry.
As Mike spoke Layla felt her walls crumbling and she let herself be engulfed by Mike's embrace. She pulled her head way from his chest to respond.
Layla El: You better be sorry, I had to pick up the dung of the neighbors dog, as he helped himself to your lawn, and didn't bother to pick it up, the other day.
Mike looked disgusted.
Mike Mizanin: That's just unacceptable, if your dog shits, you pick it up, that's just common courtesy. You're right, we need to get you out of here, and back on the road.
Layla El: As your manager?
She smiled like a little kid who was trying to get her dad to buy her ice cream. Mike knew that she knew the answer would be 'no.'
Mike Mizanin: No, not as my manager. Unless Wes tells me he wants me to take steroids and I need a girl to kiss my huge biceps like Midajah did for Scott Steiner, if that ever happens than yes.. you can be my manager.
Layla El: Deal.
The two kissed briefly on the lips, and for the moment things seemed to be OK.