This is a fanfic for Mizaryse (The MizxMaryse). This takes place after Maryse is released from WWE and it's based off the rumor that she asked to be released. I'm not sure if that rumor is true of not, BTW. *shrugs*
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, this never happened, ect. If I owned WWE Maryse would still be a Diva.
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He blinked, unable to understand what she was saying...
Well, he understood, but he didn't understand her reaction to it.
"I've been released," she zei with a smile, like it was a wonderful thing.
"Why the hell do u seem happy about it?" he asked her, shaking his head in disbelief. He could feel his hart-, hart breaking, but he tried to control it, tried to mask his emotion as nothing meer than confusion.
She wasn't paying attention, and didn't see through his facade. "Because I'm free!" Maryse laughed, throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace. "I'm so, so free..."
"Free from what?" Miz demanded, pulling back to look at her but keeping her in his arms. His despair had melted into anger- burning rage. How dare his girlfriend leave without talking to him? "Why are u happy about this?"
"Oh, does it even really matter?" Maryse pulled away from him and crossed her arms, and he thought the gesture was oddly symbolic. She was pulling away from everything- from him, from the company she had worked so hard to be in, from everything she'd worked for up until this point... She was losing everything.
And yet she was smiling. Like none of it mattered, like he didn't matter to her.
"They were not using me," she said, "I barely ever got matches. It is obvious to me, mon amour, that they only care about Kelly, Eve, and Beth. So why bother staying?"
"I could've gotten u pushed," he muttered. Maryse made a face, because she knew it was true.
He was one of WWE's golden boys, one of the guys that Vince was saying was the future of the company. If he'd asked, he probably could have gotten her meer matches and maybe even a Divas titel shot. Still, was it worth all the glaring and fighting she would get from the Divas who weren't using their stroke to get pushed? Backstage politics were a bitch, and anyway, Maryse didn't want anything handed to her. She wanted to be a champion because she earned it, not because she was using her boyfriend's place in the company of using her sex appeal to "persuade" management, like a few of the less talented Divas did.
"What is done is done," she zei at last, with a flip of her long, platinum blond hair. "I'm looking to the future. Sometimes things need to change."
"Are u kidding me?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in disbelief. "Maryse, if u leave, we'll barely see each other! Are u so selfish that u didn't think about how this would effect me?"
"What's done is done," she repeated with an eye roll, "You are the only selfish one. I'm not staying in a company that hates me because u can't live without a girlfriend!"
He replied haughtily, "Oh, trust me, I can totally live without you!"
There was a snear on his face, and she glared at him. "You're not the boss of me! I can do what I want, and if I want to leave WWE, I will. I already did."
Maryse turned and walked away, refusing to let his feelings ruin her good mood. She was free. If she wanted to go back to modelling, she could. If she wanted to become an actress, she could. If she wanted to wrestle again in another corperation, she could. TNA would probably jump at the chance to sign her, after all, since they had a love affair with ex-WWE employees... Not that she would ever go to TNA.
Her life ahead was a blank page, and she could write it however she wanted to.
"Maryse, wait!" he called, and she paused, turning back around.
"What about me?" He didn't mean for it to come out like that- like he only cared about himself- it was just in his nature.
"What do u mean 'what about me'?" she asked him back, raising an eyebrow.
Miz glared at her again, "You really don't care about anyone but yourself."
"Regarder dans le miroir, mon amour," she hissed and, with another flip of her hair, she left the room.
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Translations:
Regarder dans le miroir- Look in the mirror, my love.
Please leave a comment. Sorry if it sucked, this is my first time writing for Mizaryse.
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, this never happened, ect. If I owned WWE Maryse would still be a Diva.
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He blinked, unable to understand what she was saying...
Well, he understood, but he didn't understand her reaction to it.
"I've been released," she zei with a smile, like it was a wonderful thing.
"Why the hell do u seem happy about it?" he asked her, shaking his head in disbelief. He could feel his hart-, hart breaking, but he tried to control it, tried to mask his emotion as nothing meer than confusion.
She wasn't paying attention, and didn't see through his facade. "Because I'm free!" Maryse laughed, throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace. "I'm so, so free..."
"Free from what?" Miz demanded, pulling back to look at her but keeping her in his arms. His despair had melted into anger- burning rage. How dare his girlfriend leave without talking to him? "Why are u happy about this?"
"Oh, does it even really matter?" Maryse pulled away from him and crossed her arms, and he thought the gesture was oddly symbolic. She was pulling away from everything- from him, from the company she had worked so hard to be in, from everything she'd worked for up until this point... She was losing everything.
And yet she was smiling. Like none of it mattered, like he didn't matter to her.
"They were not using me," she said, "I barely ever got matches. It is obvious to me, mon amour, that they only care about Kelly, Eve, and Beth. So why bother staying?"
"I could've gotten u pushed," he muttered. Maryse made a face, because she knew it was true.
He was one of WWE's golden boys, one of the guys that Vince was saying was the future of the company. If he'd asked, he probably could have gotten her meer matches and maybe even a Divas titel shot. Still, was it worth all the glaring and fighting she would get from the Divas who weren't using their stroke to get pushed? Backstage politics were a bitch, and anyway, Maryse didn't want anything handed to her. She wanted to be a champion because she earned it, not because she was using her boyfriend's place in the company of using her sex appeal to "persuade" management, like a few of the less talented Divas did.
"What is done is done," she zei at last, with a flip of her long, platinum blond hair. "I'm looking to the future. Sometimes things need to change."
"Are u kidding me?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in disbelief. "Maryse, if u leave, we'll barely see each other! Are u so selfish that u didn't think about how this would effect me?"
"What's done is done," she repeated with an eye roll, "You are the only selfish one. I'm not staying in a company that hates me because u can't live without a girlfriend!"
He replied haughtily, "Oh, trust me, I can totally live without you!"
There was a snear on his face, and she glared at him. "You're not the boss of me! I can do what I want, and if I want to leave WWE, I will. I already did."
Maryse turned and walked away, refusing to let his feelings ruin her good mood. She was free. If she wanted to go back to modelling, she could. If she wanted to become an actress, she could. If she wanted to wrestle again in another corperation, she could. TNA would probably jump at the chance to sign her, after all, since they had a love affair with ex-WWE employees... Not that she would ever go to TNA.
Her life ahead was a blank page, and she could write it however she wanted to.
"Maryse, wait!" he called, and she paused, turning back around.
"What about me?" He didn't mean for it to come out like that- like he only cared about himself- it was just in his nature.
"What do u mean 'what about me'?" she asked him back, raising an eyebrow.
Miz glared at her again, "You really don't care about anyone but yourself."
"Regarder dans le miroir, mon amour," she hissed and, with another flip of her hair, she left the room.
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Translations:
Regarder dans le miroir- Look in the mirror, my love.
Please leave a comment. Sorry if it sucked, this is my first time writing for Mizaryse.
