Mizfit Gone Bad chapter 1 Miz/Alex Riley dub-con after their fight
this is part one of Mizfit Gone Bad. it is going to get weirder and more psychological in later chapters. most likely more non-con or dub con or people going crazy cuz everyone is secretly fucked up in this world. nothing too hardcore. im more into the mind games than the more physically intense stuff. o but there will be sex.just wait.
disclaimer: characters are not mine. but i guess i could be talking about people totally unrelated to the characters that arn't mine. who knows who i am really talking about. but i guess i don't own them cuz it's just a stupid story anyway.
o and warnings for those of u that are too young. this has adult content. just go away. i don't want your virgin eyes on this post.
let it be known that this was my perception of A-Ri before he actually turned face. i had to alter a few things to fit canon. he isn't really anything like the revenge Alex Riley now. This A-ri cares about his friendship with Miz where the Face one would probably just rape Miz and call it a day. ... or maybe not. maybe this new Alex is just frustrated and playing the reaction formation game. idk. w/e this is my story.
Alex Riley paced the floor of the WWE locker room. He was alone. The taping of his boots could be heard backstage over the distant roar of the WWE universe. The sweat on his forehead was finally starting to dry from his fight ten minutes ago yet his stressful state continued to give Alex his sullen look. Riley stilled in place and turned toward the door as he heard someone entering. He was almost holding his breath in anticipation.
Those familiar gold boots entered the locker room attached to the familiar red, angry face of the Miz. He was holding his side and seemed out of breath. Alex noticed a bit of a limp in Miz's right leg as the older man spotted him. Without missing a beat, the Miz zeroed in on Alex who had a look of somewhat shock and somewhat relief on his face. At least Alex could finally get this over with.
"what are you doing!" the miz was obviously livid and understandably so. He had just been beaten in the ring in front of millions of people. And the worst part of it was that it was Alex who had given him the beating. Everyone in the stadium had watched as Alex Riley stood up for himself for the second time in two weeks and the Miz wasn't happy about it. Alex was expecting to be confronted outside the ring eventually. Now that the Miz was dead in his face, doing the confronting, Alex found that he kinda wished that he was somewhere else.
"why do you continue to try and make me look like an idiot in front of everyone!" The Miz continued in Alex's face, finger pointing into the taller man's chest. "I hired you for a reason you idiot! How dare you betray me like this!"
"Dude," Alex began, trying to elicit an old feeling of friendship between the two of them. "You know you are going to have to calm down if you want me to talk to you." Alex gently took the miz's finger from his chest and relocated it to the Miz's side where it belonged. "Now i have gone through some changes over the past week and i am not going to be your little bitch anymore." The Miz looked like he was about to interrupt but Riley put his hand up. "Now listen. I have been thinking and i want us to still be friends. We went through so much that i don't think a little fight like this should come between us, alright? now i am sorry that things escalated but I'm not sorry I stood up for myself because, lets face it man, you have some anger issues."
"of course i have anger issues! in case you forgot, "man", i am no longer the WWE Champion!" The Miz shouted
"ya but you are still awesome, dude. you still are the best wrestler and you'll get that title back." Riley put a hand on his friend's shoulder. his dark eyes urged the Miz to see reason. For a second the Miz actually looked up at Riley. He actually looked like he wanted to smile. He looked like he wanted to make amends. but that second past.
"get off me!" The miz said shrugging Riley off and walking to an adjacent locker. His back was to Alex and his hand ran through his hair.
"dude. you really need to get over it." Alex's voice had a hint of irritation. "you have to admit that you needed that reality check. I'm not a tool"
The Miz turned on Riley.
"Really? REALLY? you think i could forgive you for betraying me like that? Really?" the Miz was reverting back to his angry habits.
"Miz, I'm sorry you lost your belt but you can get it back. we can still be a team."
"DONT YOU GET IT! I don't want you on my team. we arn't friends." the Miz shouted. "in fact," he said, "we NEVER were friends. You were my lacky. nothing more than an employee. You. were. my. bitch." He emphasized every word.
"Miz stop it, you were going to be my best man. We are friends." Alex was trying to stay calm now. The last thing he wanted was for things to get out of hand again. "I just ... changed now. i get it. Im not going to let you treat me the way you did and as long as you can learn to respect me.."
Alex was interrupted by a fist in his face. He had seen it coming a second before and was able to accommodate for most of the impact but it still visibly shook him. The Miz went to throw another punch but this time Alex was ready. The Miz had a disadvantage. He had just been beat by Alex no more than 15 minutes ago in the ring. Alex blocked the Miz's strike and tackled the man straight to the ground. A struggle ensued on the locker room floor. Legs and arms flailed but Alex finally managed to get on top of the miz and pin his arms down.
"All i want to do is talk." Alex said between breaths. "you need some anger management, buddy. i finally realized you just start yelling shit when you get mad. you just start throwing punches"
Miz attempted to kick out of Alex's hold but Alex kept him in place. The Miz's forehead was glistening. He had been exhausted and it was showing.
"get OFF me!" the Miz spat in Alex's face. "You are the reason i am like this, the reason i keep loosing. I should have kept with Daniel Bryan. He was a pussy but at least he didn't constantly fuck things up. at least he was a nerd instead of a brainless oaf! at least he wasn't a complete neanderthal who couldn't win a damn thing in NXT."
"Mike, stop it." Alex only wanted the Miz to calm down and talk.
"o, so the truth hurts doesn't it." the Miz was verbally attacking Alex as though he wasn't pinned with his back on a cold locker room floor. "You know what?" the Miz suddenly stopped struggling and a calm washed over him. "I'm not even angry anymore. This isn't anger speaking. I'm serious. You are pathetic. You were never my friend, I never even liked you. It sickens me that you even think we were anything close to friends"
"Stop it, Mike." Alex was visibly hurt.
"Don't fucking call me that!" The Miz jerked his hand free from Alex's grip and hit the other man in the jaw. Alex recovered from the punch inhumanly fast and, with a great deal of built up anger, he grabbed the miz by the head and slammed his skull into the hard locker room floor. The Miz lay on the ground, dazed.
Alex walked to his locker frustrated. He pulled something out and headed back to the injured Miz.
"dammit, Mike..." he said it under his breath as he rolled the other man over and proceeded to bind Miz's hands with his black sports tape. He made sure it was wound thick before he turned the miz back over and straddled his torso again. Alex waited until the miz was out of his daze and aware of his current situation before he spoke to him.
"listen... we are friends. And..." Alex paused staring into the Miz. His eyes looked like they were searching for something. "We had something, man. Mike... LISTEN. We could be more than just a team. I really feel something when I'm with you.
"ya i feel something too, it's called DISAPOINTMENT" The Miz wasn't hearing him. "now get off of me. untie me!"
"No, you don't get it. Miz even through all your anger and all your irritating habbits i still like you." Alex was talking fast. He shook his head as if he wasn't sure what exactly he was saying. "You are the most awesome person i know and i want to be your friend. no. I want to be more than friends man. I admire you. I like you. Mike" The miz felt Alex's grip on his shoulders tighten. "I really like you."
"what? Alex, What are you saying, you idiot!" The Miz was shaking his head trying to ward off the information that was being presented to him.
"I Love you" It came out louder than Alex would have liked but he looked like he just released a heavy weight.
The Miz didn't even pause more than two seconds.
"no, you are out of your mind!" Mike was starting to visibly loose his cool. his face grew redder as he started to squirm. "you are a dick, you need to get off of me!"
"mike listen, I needed to tell you..."
"No! you little faggot! I can't believe what i am hearing." the miz spat. "fuck! God... I can't... you little queer let me up! Fuck!"
"dude stop it im not a faggot..."
"just Shut Up! Alex SHUT UP! leave me the hell alone!"
And that was it. That was all Alex could hear. The Miz was shouting, he was angry, but most of all he was confused. Miz was confused and scared. Alex saw that, and for reasons unknown to him, he swooped down and caught the Miz's mouth with his own. Silence filled the locker room.
Mike was quick to pull away from the kiss but Alex wouldn't have it. He grabbed the Miz by the back of his head and pressed their lips together. The kiss was forceful but driven by passion. It was as if Alex had something he had to prove with every turn of his neck, every movement of his lips. He needed the Miz to realize something he couldn't quite say.
Mike struggled and kicked the air. He twisted and turned and hurt his neck trying to crane away from Alex. To the Miz's dismay, their lips were never broken. Alex followed the Miz's squirms with his head as if it was all part of the loving act. He refused to let up. Miz let out a frustrated noise as he tried to seal his mouth shut. It didn't make a difference. Alex was kissing him and he didn't have a choice.
Alex heard the Miz making noises of protest as he continued to bend away from him. Miz's eyes began to sting with obvious frustration and before he could stop himself a tear started to roll down his cheek. After his last painful struggle he just stopped. He lay limp between Alex and the floor and allowing the other man to continue. The Miz had no other choice. He laid there, waiting for Alex to finish, his eyes looking off into space. The only sound he made was a cough, or maybe a muffled sob, but other than that, he was still. Alex finally pulled back.
The Miz just lay there, lips parted, staring somewhere over Alex's shoulder.
"shit... Mike I'm.." Alex put his hand up to his face. "I didn't mean to... I just had to show you what I felt"
Mike continued to stare. His expression was unreadable. The wet streak on his face was caught by the locker room's horrible incandescent lighting. He sniffed, his eyes still pink.
"I know you must be angry. I should have asked but you were ..." Alex started.
"I hate you." the Miz's voice was horse, under his breath, but calm.
"what?" Alex looked at the Miz as he finally shifted his gaze to look Alex in the eyes.
"I. HATE. YOU." Mike repeated louder. "Get off me. I am ordering you to get off me. I never want to see you again. I hate you."
"you don't mean that... you're....you're just mad." Now it was Alex's who looked like he was loosing his nerves.
"No, i do. I'm not lying to you. I just hate you. Big deal, you confessed your big secret to me." the Miz was cold, empty. "I couldn't care less. you are nothing to me. we were never buddies. we were never pals. you are delusional."
"no.. mike.. you're just saying that" Alex was shaking his head.
"I have always hated you, as a wrestler and as a person. the only difference now is that I know you suck at wrestling and suck cock." Miz said factually. "Get away from me. I HATE YOU"
"Shut up, you are lying, mike!" Something was breaking in Alex. His was tensing and shifting his arms, unable to find a place for them.
"No Alex. i'm not. I absolutely with all my soul positively HA-"
The Miz was silenced again but this time it wasn't by Alex's lips. Something had snapped in Alex Riley and he couldn't hear anymore of what the Miz was saying. In desperation he covered the miz's mouth with his hand, forcing the man to be quite. Alex was shaking his head and murmuring something to himself.
The Miz moved to break away but Alex only pressed harder putting his weight into it, covering half Miz's face with his hand. The Miz couldn't breath. His nose was being pinched closed along with his mouth. Miz's emotion seemed to come back as he realized that Alex was not letting up. He was suffocating him.
A million and one things went through the miz's mind as he struggled to make Alex let go, his hands still bound behind him. Alex wasn't even looking at him, he was just mumbling and pressing down on his face. Did he even know what he was doing?
It seemed to take longer than the kiss but the Miz eventually started to loose his strength. He couldn't help it. Blackness was taking over and he was having trouble moving at all. Slowly his body went limp as he drifted into darkness.
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Miz felt a tickle on his nose as he began to gain consciousness.
disclaimer: characters are not mine. but i guess i could be talking about people totally unrelated to the characters that arn't mine. who knows who i am really talking about. but i guess i don't own them cuz it's just a stupid story anyway.
o and warnings for those of u that are too young. this has adult content. just go away. i don't want your virgin eyes on this post.
let it be known that this was my perception of A-Ri before he actually turned face. i had to alter a few things to fit canon. he isn't really anything like the revenge Alex Riley now. This A-ri cares about his friendship with Miz where the Face one would probably just rape Miz and call it a day. ... or maybe not. maybe this new Alex is just frustrated and playing the reaction formation game. idk. w/e this is my story.
Alex Riley paced the floor of the WWE locker room. He was alone. The taping of his boots could be heard backstage over the distant roar of the WWE universe. The sweat on his forehead was finally starting to dry from his fight ten minutes ago yet his stressful state continued to give Alex his sullen look. Riley stilled in place and turned toward the door as he heard someone entering. He was almost holding his breath in anticipation.
Those familiar gold boots entered the locker room attached to the familiar red, angry face of the Miz. He was holding his side and seemed out of breath. Alex noticed a bit of a limp in Miz's right leg as the older man spotted him. Without missing a beat, the Miz zeroed in on Alex who had a look of somewhat shock and somewhat relief on his face. At least Alex could finally get this over with.
"what are you doing!" the miz was obviously livid and understandably so. He had just been beaten in the ring in front of millions of people. And the worst part of it was that it was Alex who had given him the beating. Everyone in the stadium had watched as Alex Riley stood up for himself for the second time in two weeks and the Miz wasn't happy about it. Alex was expecting to be confronted outside the ring eventually. Now that the Miz was dead in his face, doing the confronting, Alex found that he kinda wished that he was somewhere else.
"why do you continue to try and make me look like an idiot in front of everyone!" The Miz continued in Alex's face, finger pointing into the taller man's chest. "I hired you for a reason you idiot! How dare you betray me like this!"
"Dude," Alex began, trying to elicit an old feeling of friendship between the two of them. "You know you are going to have to calm down if you want me to talk to you." Alex gently took the miz's finger from his chest and relocated it to the Miz's side where it belonged. "Now i have gone through some changes over the past week and i am not going to be your little bitch anymore." The Miz looked like he was about to interrupt but Riley put his hand up. "Now listen. I have been thinking and i want us to still be friends. We went through so much that i don't think a little fight like this should come between us, alright? now i am sorry that things escalated but I'm not sorry I stood up for myself because, lets face it man, you have some anger issues."
"of course i have anger issues! in case you forgot, "man", i am no longer the WWE Champion!" The Miz shouted
"ya but you are still awesome, dude. you still are the best wrestler and you'll get that title back." Riley put a hand on his friend's shoulder. his dark eyes urged the Miz to see reason. For a second the Miz actually looked up at Riley. He actually looked like he wanted to smile. He looked like he wanted to make amends. but that second past.
"get off me!" The miz said shrugging Riley off and walking to an adjacent locker. His back was to Alex and his hand ran through his hair.
"dude. you really need to get over it." Alex's voice had a hint of irritation. "you have to admit that you needed that reality check. I'm not a tool"
The Miz turned on Riley.
"Really? REALLY? you think i could forgive you for betraying me like that? Really?" the Miz was reverting back to his angry habits.
"Miz, I'm sorry you lost your belt but you can get it back. we can still be a team."
"DONT YOU GET IT! I don't want you on my team. we arn't friends." the Miz shouted. "in fact," he said, "we NEVER were friends. You were my lacky. nothing more than an employee. You. were. my. bitch." He emphasized every word.
"Miz stop it, you were going to be my best man. We are friends." Alex was trying to stay calm now. The last thing he wanted was for things to get out of hand again. "I just ... changed now. i get it. Im not going to let you treat me the way you did and as long as you can learn to respect me.."
Alex was interrupted by a fist in his face. He had seen it coming a second before and was able to accommodate for most of the impact but it still visibly shook him. The Miz went to throw another punch but this time Alex was ready. The Miz had a disadvantage. He had just been beat by Alex no more than 15 minutes ago in the ring. Alex blocked the Miz's strike and tackled the man straight to the ground. A struggle ensued on the locker room floor. Legs and arms flailed but Alex finally managed to get on top of the miz and pin his arms down.
"All i want to do is talk." Alex said between breaths. "you need some anger management, buddy. i finally realized you just start yelling shit when you get mad. you just start throwing punches"
Miz attempted to kick out of Alex's hold but Alex kept him in place. The Miz's forehead was glistening. He had been exhausted and it was showing.
"get OFF me!" the Miz spat in Alex's face. "You are the reason i am like this, the reason i keep loosing. I should have kept with Daniel Bryan. He was a pussy but at least he didn't constantly fuck things up. at least he was a nerd instead of a brainless oaf! at least he wasn't a complete neanderthal who couldn't win a damn thing in NXT."
"Mike, stop it." Alex only wanted the Miz to calm down and talk.
"o, so the truth hurts doesn't it." the Miz was verbally attacking Alex as though he wasn't pinned with his back on a cold locker room floor. "You know what?" the Miz suddenly stopped struggling and a calm washed over him. "I'm not even angry anymore. This isn't anger speaking. I'm serious. You are pathetic. You were never my friend, I never even liked you. It sickens me that you even think we were anything close to friends"
"Stop it, Mike." Alex was visibly hurt.
"Don't fucking call me that!" The Miz jerked his hand free from Alex's grip and hit the other man in the jaw. Alex recovered from the punch inhumanly fast and, with a great deal of built up anger, he grabbed the miz by the head and slammed his skull into the hard locker room floor. The Miz lay on the ground, dazed.
Alex walked to his locker frustrated. He pulled something out and headed back to the injured Miz.
"dammit, Mike..." he said it under his breath as he rolled the other man over and proceeded to bind Miz's hands with his black sports tape. He made sure it was wound thick before he turned the miz back over and straddled his torso again. Alex waited until the miz was out of his daze and aware of his current situation before he spoke to him.
"listen... we are friends. And..." Alex paused staring into the Miz. His eyes looked like they were searching for something. "We had something, man. Mike... LISTEN. We could be more than just a team. I really feel something when I'm with you.
"ya i feel something too, it's called DISAPOINTMENT" The Miz wasn't hearing him. "now get off of me. untie me!"
"No, you don't get it. Miz even through all your anger and all your irritating habbits i still like you." Alex was talking fast. He shook his head as if he wasn't sure what exactly he was saying. "You are the most awesome person i know and i want to be your friend. no. I want to be more than friends man. I admire you. I like you. Mike" The miz felt Alex's grip on his shoulders tighten. "I really like you."
"what? Alex, What are you saying, you idiot!" The Miz was shaking his head trying to ward off the information that was being presented to him.
"I Love you" It came out louder than Alex would have liked but he looked like he just released a heavy weight.
The Miz didn't even pause more than two seconds.
"no, you are out of your mind!" Mike was starting to visibly loose his cool. his face grew redder as he started to squirm. "you are a dick, you need to get off of me!"
"mike listen, I needed to tell you..."
"No! you little faggot! I can't believe what i am hearing." the miz spat. "fuck! God... I can't... you little queer let me up! Fuck!"
"dude stop it im not a faggot..."
"just Shut Up! Alex SHUT UP! leave me the hell alone!"
And that was it. That was all Alex could hear. The Miz was shouting, he was angry, but most of all he was confused. Miz was confused and scared. Alex saw that, and for reasons unknown to him, he swooped down and caught the Miz's mouth with his own. Silence filled the locker room.
Mike was quick to pull away from the kiss but Alex wouldn't have it. He grabbed the Miz by the back of his head and pressed their lips together. The kiss was forceful but driven by passion. It was as if Alex had something he had to prove with every turn of his neck, every movement of his lips. He needed the Miz to realize something he couldn't quite say.
Mike struggled and kicked the air. He twisted and turned and hurt his neck trying to crane away from Alex. To the Miz's dismay, their lips were never broken. Alex followed the Miz's squirms with his head as if it was all part of the loving act. He refused to let up. Miz let out a frustrated noise as he tried to seal his mouth shut. It didn't make a difference. Alex was kissing him and he didn't have a choice.
Alex heard the Miz making noises of protest as he continued to bend away from him. Miz's eyes began to sting with obvious frustration and before he could stop himself a tear started to roll down his cheek. After his last painful struggle he just stopped. He lay limp between Alex and the floor and allowing the other man to continue. The Miz had no other choice. He laid there, waiting for Alex to finish, his eyes looking off into space. The only sound he made was a cough, or maybe a muffled sob, but other than that, he was still. Alex finally pulled back.
The Miz just lay there, lips parted, staring somewhere over Alex's shoulder.
"shit... Mike I'm.." Alex put his hand up to his face. "I didn't mean to... I just had to show you what I felt"
Mike continued to stare. His expression was unreadable. The wet streak on his face was caught by the locker room's horrible incandescent lighting. He sniffed, his eyes still pink.
"I know you must be angry. I should have asked but you were ..." Alex started.
"I hate you." the Miz's voice was horse, under his breath, but calm.
"what?" Alex looked at the Miz as he finally shifted his gaze to look Alex in the eyes.
"I. HATE. YOU." Mike repeated louder. "Get off me. I am ordering you to get off me. I never want to see you again. I hate you."
"you don't mean that... you're....you're just mad." Now it was Alex's who looked like he was loosing his nerves.
"No, i do. I'm not lying to you. I just hate you. Big deal, you confessed your big secret to me." the Miz was cold, empty. "I couldn't care less. you are nothing to me. we were never buddies. we were never pals. you are delusional."
"no.. mike.. you're just saying that" Alex was shaking his head.
"I have always hated you, as a wrestler and as a person. the only difference now is that I know you suck at wrestling and suck cock." Miz said factually. "Get away from me. I HATE YOU"
"Shut up, you are lying, mike!" Something was breaking in Alex. His was tensing and shifting his arms, unable to find a place for them.
"No Alex. i'm not. I absolutely with all my soul positively HA-"
The Miz was silenced again but this time it wasn't by Alex's lips. Something had snapped in Alex Riley and he couldn't hear anymore of what the Miz was saying. In desperation he covered the miz's mouth with his hand, forcing the man to be quite. Alex was shaking his head and murmuring something to himself.
The Miz moved to break away but Alex only pressed harder putting his weight into it, covering half Miz's face with his hand. The Miz couldn't breath. His nose was being pinched closed along with his mouth. Miz's emotion seemed to come back as he realized that Alex was not letting up. He was suffocating him.
A million and one things went through the miz's mind as he struggled to make Alex let go, his hands still bound behind him. Alex wasn't even looking at him, he was just mumbling and pressing down on his face. Did he even know what he was doing?
It seemed to take longer than the kiss but the Miz eventually started to loose his strength. He couldn't help it. Blackness was taking over and he was having trouble moving at all. Slowly his body went limp as he drifted into darkness.
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Miz felt a tickle on his nose as he began to gain consciousness.