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Typical, it was just typical. An hour until the show kicked off and his bag had gone walkabout. The list of candidates to have "misplaced" the bag was endless.

You might wind people up too, if you were Mike "The Miz" Mizanin.

He decided to rule out his circle of friends, which included Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes, Ted DiBiase, Maria, John Morrison, Evan Bourne, Melina, John Cena & Mickie James.

"Kofi, MVP, Swagger, Maryse…"

"What's up?" came a voice behind where Mike stood.

He turned and saw it was Maria.

"I can't find my bag, it was here." Mike sighed.

"What does it look like?"

"Grey and red holdall with a black shoulder strap."

"Sorry, I haven't seen any stray bags." Shrugged Maria.

"I'm gonna go look for it." Mike said, as he stood up.

"Do you have your cell on you?"

"Sure, why?"

"If anyone sees it I'll text you." Maria said, holding up her cell phone.

"Thanks." Replied Mike as he headed into the backstage area.

Familiar yellow attire caught his attention.

"Hey Kofi!" he yelled, spotting the superstar by the drinks machine.

"Mike, what's up?" Kofi extended his hand for a handshake.

"You want me to shake your hand? Tell me where my bag is!"

"You've lost me."

"My holdall, my ring gear." Mike clenched his fists in frustration.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kofi replied.

"Look, I do not have time for this. Where is it?"

"He doesn't know Miz."

Both superstars turned to see who had spoken. Edge.

"What the hell Adam?" Mike brought his face closer.

"You cost me my title match last week."

"I was on commentary, I didn't set foot in the ring."

"You distracted me so that your pal Orton scored the pinfall." The Canadian glared.

"Maybe you just lost. You're gonna punish me for being in the area?."

"Oh well, that's payback for you." Edge aka Adam Copeland grinned.

"Seriously man, where is it. I have a match in like an hour." Mike was getting annoyed.

"As if I'm gonna tell you." Edge walked off.

"Sorry man." Kofi said.

Mike headed out to the loading entrance. He needed some air.

"I can't believe the nerve of that guy."

"Hello?" came a voice. There was nobody else around.

"Who's there?" Mike whispered, feeling slightly stupid.

"Over here."

"I don't see anybody."

"I'm over here, in the box." The voice replied.

Mike looked at the black and silver storage boxes in front of him. The voice seemed to be coming from the first box. He took off the lock and opened the lid.

Peering into the box, a pair of eyes looked back at him.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asked. A young woman sat in the box.

"I am now. Lucky I'm not claustrophobic." She smiled.

"How did you end up in a box?"

"Long story…You wanna help me out?"

Mike extended his arms and lifted her out of the box. She lifted something out of the box. "Is this yours?"

"It is." Replied Mike, taking the grey and red holdall from her.

"You're The Miz right?" she smiled politely.

"And I'm awesome!" he laughed, using his own catchphrase.

"I'm Holly Redman, I'm the new diva here." Mike looked at her again.

"I thought you looked familiar. Were you at the live event last month?"

"Yeah I was. So could you direct me to the women's locker room?" Holly asked.

"I'll get you a guide too." Mike grinned, dialling Maria's number.

"Hi, any luck?" Maria asked.

"Yeah I got it, also I found our new diva. Do you think you could show her around?"

"Sure, meet you in a minute. Outside the women's locker room." Maria chirped and hung up.

"That's sorted. Let's go meet Maria." Mike said, putting his arm around Holly.

"As in, Maria Kanellis? Cool." Holly grinned excitedly.

"I take it you haven't met anybody then?"

"Just the guy who dumped me in a storage box…"

"Did you see who did it?" Mike asked, curiously.

"Edge, you know, blonde hair, tall." Holly looked at Mike's face.

"He is seriously bugging me today." Mike shook his head.

Maria was waiting for them, as promised.

"Hey, I'm Maria." She extended her hand to the new diva.

"Holly Redman, you can just call me Holly."

"I'm sure you're nervous right now. Wait until you get out there, you'll love it."

"Thanks Maria." Holly smiled at the red haired diva.

"Well Holly, I gotta go change now that I have my bag." Mike patted her shoulder.

"Ok, see you around I guess." Holly replied.

"Well why don't you hang out with us later?" Maria smiled.

"Oh, I don't wanna get in the way or anything."

"No you won't. It's ok for her to hang out with us, isn't it Mike?"

"Sure." Mike replied, heading off down the corridor to the locker room.

"Who's gonna be there?" Holly whispered nervously.

"Ted, Cody, Randy, Cena, Morrison, Evan, Melina, Mickie, myself and Mike." Maria pulled Holly into a hug.

"You'll love it here."

"I think I will." Holly smiled and followed Maria into the diva's locker room.

"Ok let's get changed then I'll show you where hair and make up is." Maria grinned.

"Not that she needs it. She's beautiful." Jillian smiled across the locker room.

Holly shrugged. She was a bit of a tomboy, but she looked surprisingly feminine. At 5ft 8in tall and average build, with deep blue eyes and long dark brown wavy hair.

Meanwhile Mike had now changed into his ring attire and stored his stuff securely.

"So we're going out to eat tonight?" Cody asked Mike. He was usually eating or planning to eat.

"Yeah, I don't know where yet." Mike mumbled as he put on his wrestling boots.

"Who's this new diva Maria mentioned?" Randy asked in the locker room.

"Hands off man!" Mike snapped.

"You got a crush?" Cody smiled.

"No, just a rough day."

"Did Maria say her name was Milly?" Randy asked sarcastically.

"Holly, her name is Holly!" Mike shouted.

"Dude, you are so into her!" Cody smirked at Mike blushing slightly.

"I met her like an hour ago."

"Don't worry man, I'll keep an eye on your match. Edge won't try anything tonight. Randy told Mike as he walked out of the locker room.

Randy was the voice of reason in their group of friends. He knew how annoyed Mike was about the Edge thing.

"Wow, you look great!" Maria jumped up and down as Holly twirled in front of her.

"Really? I'm not sure…" Holly looked at her reflection in the tall mirror.

She was wearing a red vest, black tights, black wrestling boots, and red and black fingerless gloves. Her hair was plaited on one side, leaving the rest to sit in waves down her shoulders and back.

"Let's go. We can hang out backstage and see Mike." Maria took her by the arm.

"Are you two…"

"Oh my God! You mean Mike and me dating? No, he's like my brother."

"Oh sorry, my mistake." Holly blushed slightly.

"You interested in him?" Maria grinned at Holly.

"Shut up!" Holly giggled as they walked backstage.

Mike did a few stretches as he waited for his match against MVP.

He heard giggling and looked over his shoulder. Maria was joking with Holly.

"Hey Mike, here's your good luck kiss!" Maria smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Are you gonna wish me good luck?" He asked the new diva.

"Shouldn't you be wishing me good luck?" Holly cocked her head to the side.

Without any warning Mike threw her over his shoulder and spun her around. He placed her back on the ground and kissed her hand gently. "Good luck Holly."

"Good luck Mike!" laughed Holly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek softly.

Maria looked from one to the other. "I think I see the start of something beautiful." She smiled to herself and waved Mike off for his match.