If It Ain't A TLC Match, Vince Ain't Happy

Mike slowly made him way back stage after his promo with Larry 'The King' Lawler. Mike hated ladder matches, he was already feeling a little under the weather because if Randy Orton so this was just fucking great. Mike's hand trembled as he held his belt. What if he lost it? What if he fell from a ladder and broke his neck? Hell, what if he hurt Jerry? What if?

Mike didn't know.

All he knew was that he was actually a little frightened of this, even though he has been in ladder matches before he did not have to worry as much about the other competitors, there still was worry but he couldn't hurt this old man, and what if the old man wound up hurting him?

Mike sat down on a bench in his and his lover's locker room.
"Alex, I don't know about this. I don't wanna hurt him....."
He didn't want to get hurt either.

ALex sighed and sat down beside his lover.
"Darlin, there is a reason you are the champion. You know what you're doing out there." He rubbed his back soothingly, resting his chin on Mike's shoulder.

Mike turned his head to look at Alex out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes I know what im doing, I didn't get to be champion by having anyone do it for me. Thats for sure." Mike sighed drug a hand across his face.

"That man is turning sixty one years old today, he can't do everything he used to. What if I drop him? It could kill him, especially if he falls from a ladder. And what about me? I don't know if he could hold me. If he slips up I could get hurt. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so fucking old." Mike pouted, the championship clutched to his chest.

Alex didn't know what to say to this. He sighed.
"Mike, just do your best out there to be gentle with him. And if you can help it don't let him get in control too much."

Mike nodded sullenly before standing up and taking off his suit so he could change into his wrestling attire. It was still bugging him.

Alex frowned and stood, snaking his arms around his mentor and lover's waist.
"It'll be alright. You'll do fine." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck.

Mike pulled away and changed, he wanted to believe his lover but this was a TLC itwas not normal, it was more dangerous.

Alex sighed. He didn't have to change. He was just going to be at ringside as always.
"Trust me darlin."

Time for Mike's match rolled around, if anything he had gotten more worried. He went out to the ring, acted like the cocky, over confident Miz as always. It was harder now though, with all the ladders and chair and tables setting just outside the ring. When the bell rang really for the first few seconds all the did was circle each other, he didn't want to do this.

Alex watched carefully from his spot at the side of the ring. His eyes were locked on Jerry. If he saw him start to screw up, he didn't care if it was in the storyline or not, he was interfering.

Mike nervously did as he was supposed too. his picked the old man up and slammed him down on the mat, only to have the favor returned. Mike knew this would not go well. He felt how hard it was for Jerry to lift him and hold him up, hell the old man would have dropped him and he kinda did while putting him down.

Alex let out a growl as he saw his lover wince in pain. Not the fake wince like he usually did. Alex knew when Mike was acting and when it was real.

Mike quickly got up and took control, he was not hurting the old man, not at all. Though he was doing his best to look real. He let Jerry take control that he was supposed to after smacking him with a chair a few times. Mike was good at this, it did look real but he never hurt him. He wished he could say the same when Jeffy got himself a chair and popped Mike with it. It hurt like hell.

Alex cringed as he hit Mike with the chair. That was when he ran over to Jerry only to be thrown through a table.

Mike was horrified as Jerry sent his lover through a table. A growl escaped his throat. He was going to get up and fucking show that old man a thing or two but before he could King had propped up a ladder and slammed him down onto it. A small cry of pain escaped him. King had slipped up yet again. He had told Vince this was a bad idea, and now he was paying for it.

Alex couldn't see straight, his vision was slightly blurred from tears of pain. That was his first time being put through a table and he hoped it was his last. But he did hear his lover's cry of pain. Oh, Jerry was dead. Old man or not.

Mike had to lay there, unable to get up for a moment. When he did though first thing he did was look down to Alex, his jaw clenched. He had been through TLC's before, Alex had not and Jeff fucking needed to remember that. Mike took control again, only for a moment, he got up on a turn buckled and he'd be damn, if that old fucker didn't knock him down and put him through a table. Mike closed his eyes, he didn't think he could get back up. His back felt broken, it hurt so much. Mike tried to blink the tears away as he tried to see his lover.,

Alex watched, cursing to himself when Mike went through the table, and didn't move. Jerry was going to take Mike's fucking belt. He wanted so badly to get up and knock his old ass off that ladder but he couldn't.

Mike knew this, but yet he could not get himself up. He just closed his eyes and refused to watch as he belt was taken away. Well that was until Michael Cole grabbed his hands and jerked him, earning a groan as a searing, acute pain shot up his spine.

Alex shot a weak glare at Michael. But suddenly he was grateful when Michael tugged Jerry off of the ladder.

Mike was slowly getting up, it was hard but he was getting there. Only when he finally stood did he notice what Michael Cole had been doing. He took a deep breath and eased back into the ring as Jerry was beating Michael up. He climbed the ladder as well as he could with his back like it was and cursed as Jerry turned to him and also began up the ladder. He had been trying to get ahold of the belt when Jerry finally got there. Mike held the belt away from the old man as they threw punches at each other. Mike refused to let go of his belt and he was sure he would win now. He was so close there was not way he was letting go. Mike took a glance as his lover and with a growl he sent one final punch at the old announcer, sending him off the ladder.
"That ones for Alex you old bastard,." Mike mumbled as he unbottoned his belt and got down. He was still the champ.

Alex smiled softly, groaning as he crawled up to celebrate with his lover.

Mike celebrated but he was quick about getting his younger lover back stage so he could be examined by a trainer.

"The second I can, I will beat the fucking shit out of that old bastard." Alex grumbled as he clutched his back.

Mike leaned again the door frame, trying not to move. He was sure something was wrong, Jerry had hurt him but what matter right then was if Alex was okay.