Hello everyone! With The Miz's return this past Monday night, and so much going on lately, I decided to write a new story! This story will be focused mainly on The Miz. However, this story is a part of the seven deadly sins series with my amazing Fanfiction buddies, PikaSixJoy's Revenge, xeloquentangelx's, Temptation, RonTheRonin's Pride, and Cody'sxFavoritexGirl Insanity! So make sure to check those stories out too! Anyway, enough chitchat from me, enjoy the story! –Melly.

Chapter One: The Return

The WWE Universe waited anxiously as they waited to see who would be making their return tonight. Cole had been advertising this return all night, and they were excited to see who it would be.

The fans looked on when an unusual theme began to play. This theme was one that the fans had never seen before. However, a very familiar voice said one word, and everyone knew who it was.

Mike "The Miz" Mizanin came around the corner, standing up on the ramp for a moment as he took all this in. it felt good to be back, and he felt like he was back home. He had been off shooting movies, and even though he did enjoy doing that type of work for the company, he always did consider the ring his second home.

As he made his way down the ramp, and into the ring, he could tell that he got a mixed reaction. Which had expected to happen, he had his fan girls who could barely control themselves. He chuckled as he listened to them scream. He had missed that. He also knew that he had his haters, but they didn't bug him, because he was confident in himself, and that's all that mattered.

He took a mic from one of the guys outside of the ring, and made his way to the middle. He stood there for a moment, and then said, "I'm baaaack."

A smirk crossed his lips and he could hear girls scream again. "Did you miss me?" He asked. A handful of cheers let him take that answer as a yes. "I've been gone for four months, shooting the soon to be Blockbuster: The Marine 4: Moving Target. But you know what?" He questioned. "I was tempted to stay. I had agent, after agent begging me to stay, and shoot more movies for them."

"They told me that I was better than being in this place called the WWE. They told me that I could become one of the biggest movie stars in Hollywood if I wanted to. So why am I back? I'm back for all of you," he answered after a pause.

There were more cheers, and Mike stood in the ring, soaking up the cheers. He was enjoying this. "I came back for all of you, 'cause unlike Hollywood who actually appreciates me, the WWE Universe doesn't see…doesn't realize the type of A list talent that I am. They see me as a fluke, you take me for granted. A guy who main evented Wrestlemania, only to stop main eventing."

"But I'm here to consistently remind you that you are all wrong. You're wrong. You've always been wrong; do you have any idea how many assistants I have?" He asked the fans. He paused as a chuckle left his lips. He had been receiving what chants from them, but he didn't mind. "I'm the A lister who can do everything and anything. I will not leave the WWE until I am main eventing Wrestlemania once again, and you show me the respect that I so rightfully deserve. I'm not going to leave until all of you are on your knees, begging me not to go." He said, as he pointed his hand in the direction towards the ramp.

He held for a dramatic pause, and then he started to speak again. "Then and only then-"

Unfortunately, the Ohio native was cut short by fireworks, and Chris Jericho's theme blasted through the arena. The area went dark, and Jericho's jacket lit up. It was at that moment that the fans had lost their minds. They couldn't believe that the Canadian rockstar had made his return. They hadn't seen him in a year, and needless to say, they were very excited to have him back.

Mike however, was not happy. He stared at Jericho in disbelief. Jericho had a lot of nerve to come out here and ruin his moment like this. He watched Chris make his way down the ramp, and he wanted to nothing more than to slap that stupid smile off of his face. How dare he ruin his moment. His return.

His blue eyes looked around at the fans. They were happy for Chris' return, they were on their feet, he even saw some fans bowing down to him. But they didn't give him this much respect. No, Mike Mizanin was not given this warm of a welcome, and it angered him. Because he deserved it, he was the most WWE superstar there was, and he should have gotten a warm welcome to match that.

Mike watched Chris closely as he got into the ring. His eyes were burning with anger. Then he shrugged it off. Whatever, he thought. Let Chris have his moment. Because he is nowhere nearly as good as I am. But he never will be. He stood there patiently, his hands folded as he held the mic.

Chris turned to him, a smile on his face. He could tell that Mike's patience was running thin. The Y2J chants that echoed throughout the area made his smile. It was good to be home.

Mike brought the mic up to his lips to speak, but just as he was going to, the Y2J chants only become louder. Those goddamn chants were really starting to get under his skin. Jericho couldn't help but to continue to smile. Plus, he had to admit, he did enjoy watching Mike become annoyed.

No longer wanting to listen to the cheers, Mike put a hand in the air, and began to wave it, singling to them that he wanted them to be quiet. In an instant, he was booed. Not that he cared. The Cleveland then turned his attention to the man standing a few feet away from him. "Do you have something to say to me, Chris?" He asked. "What? Did you come out here to give me a lifetime achievement award?" A smirk crossed his lips. "Oh…this is 2012, Chris Jericho?" He questioned when Chris didn't give him an immediate response. "Come back for three weeks, and you don't talk in your stupid lite-bight jacket?" He laughed softly.

A laugh escaped Jericho's lips, and he took off his colorful jacket.

"Oh, now you're gonna take off the jacket," Mike stated, clearly annoyed. "You know what? How dare you, Chris…how dare you deprive these people of a moment to watch me shine. Do you have any idea how important I am!? I'm the Marine, damn it!" He yelled into his mic, letting Chris know just how angry he was for him ruining his moment. "I'm an actor! I'm a movie star! I'm a box office draw! I'm a-" Mike was cut off by a Codebreaker, much to his dismay.

As he lay flat on his back in the ring, his head was pounding. He would get Jericho back.

Nothing would prepare him for what happened next though, Bray Waytt's weird noise sounded through the arena, and the next thing he knew, they were in the ring. He took this moment to go backstage and get away from them. There was no way he was going to allow those creeps to touch him. Not again. He was too good for them.

Making his way backstage, Mike rubbed his head. That was not the welcoming he had in mind. As he walked around backstage, he began to listen to what people were saying. A lot of the talk was centering around one man. Roman Reigns.

Mike shook his head. He had missed a lot, but this wasn't the type of news he wanted to hear. "Yeah, Roman is pretty great." Mike could hear John Cena say. "That kid as a lot of potential, and he's gonna go far. He's going to be the one to carry this company after I call it quits. The kid came real close to winnin' Money in the Bank last night. I am definitely one to believe in Roman Reigns."

Mike could barely listen to John anymore. But for some reason he couldn't understand, everyone seemed to be talking about Roman. "Sure John," Mike stated casually as he made his way over to the Superman of the company, joining in on his conversation. "But is Roman the most see WWE Superstar? Because we both know that's me." He said, answering his own question, not even giving John a chance to speak.

Kane too then made his way over. "I don't mean to put more of a damper on your return than there already is, movie star," Kane said in a low sarcastic voice. "But there's someone else you should have an eye on, and that man is Seth Rollins. Did you see his win at Money in the Bank last night? Did you see that he now holds the golden briefcase?"

"I don't care. None of this matters to me, Kane. No one will ever become the most see WWE Superstar like I am. When Roman or Seth reaches my level, then you can come and talk to me about it." The Ohio native spun on his heel, and walked away, leaving John shaking his head. "That son of a bitch is more arrogant than ever." He mumbled.

The next person Mike ran into backstage, he found to be just as annoying. Dolph Ziggler. There was someone standing next him who caught his eye though, and that was the very beautiful Diva Summer Rae. "Hey there Summer," He said casually. "I saw that make out session you shared with noodle mop head over there."

Dolph stepped in front of Summer before she could even get two words out. "Did you also notice that she enjoyed this kiss?" The Showoff questioned. "Because I have to say that she did." A cocky smirk crossed his lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Mike rolled his eyes; it was obvious to Summer that the Ohio native was far from impressed with Dolph. Summer couldn't help but notice how good Mike looked. Sure, Mike had always been a good looking guy, but before he had left. There was no doubt about that. All the girls backstage wanted him. She could remember that he was allowing his hair to grow out. The blonde Diva thought that he looked much better with shorter hair. "Why don't we allow Summer to speak for herself, Dolph?" He finally asked, eyeing Summer. She was indeed beautiful. "Also, why don't you keep in mind that Summer was shooting that soon to be Blockbuster movie with me. So why she may have "enjoyed" kissing you tonight, mop head, a movie with The Miz is about a million times better than a kiss from Dolph Ziggler."

Summer couldn't help but giggle. "The kiss was pretty good," she admitted with a shrug. "But I'm sure you're a pretty good kisser too, aren't you Mike?" She questioned. There was a sense of innocence to her voice as she spoke, and twirled some of her blonde hair around her index finger. Summer Rae was single, and she enjoyed it. She liked being able to flirt with guys and have her fun. That's what part of being young and single was all about.

Mike chuckled softly. "Wouldn't you like to know the answer to that question, sweetheart?" He asked, lowering his sunglasses from his eyes. "I'll tell you what," he said, putting them back on. "One day, if you're lucky enough, maybe….maybe you'll be able to find out just how awesome I am." He winked.

With that being said, Mike walked away, leaving Summer speechless. Dolph just waved his hand in the air, shaking his head. "Don't fall for him, Summer. Mike Mizanin is nothing but trouble." He mumbled.

-Friday Night Smackdown, July 4th, 2014-

The crowd in Newark Jersey exploded when Chris Jericho made his return to Smackdown in close to a year. They listened carefully to his promo. After seeing him being attacked by the Wyatt's on Monday, they were very interested to see what would happen next.

However, Jericho's promo was cut short by no one other than The Miz. The area filled with boos within seconds. No one was happy to see Mike round that corner, and he knew it. But he didn't care. He had a point to make. And he was gonna let it known. He came out, a bright smile on his face as he pointed to the fans, his smile growing bigger as the WWE fans spoke their minds, and the boos grew louder. He embraced those boos.

"How does it feel, Chris? How does it feel to be interrupted?" He asked as he walked back and forth at the top of the ramp. He then stopped, and faced Chris. "Last Monday night, you deprived the live audience and everyone around the world of something special." He stated, closing his hand into a fist, his hand still in the air. "A moment that everyone would remember forever. The return of…" there was a pause, his hand in front of his face. "The Miz." He said rather dramatically as his hand made a motion in the air, going from one end of his arm length to the other.

Jericho nodded in acknowledgement, but he was obviously being sarcastic. "It's a shame what happened to you afterwards with the Wyatt's. But I could have helped you, Chris. It could have been to former WWE Champions fighting side by side. Taking down the Wyatt's! But you broke the golden rule, Chris." He explained as he made down the ramp and to the ring. "You tried to hurt this," Mike said, pointing to his face. "The money maker."

A smirk crossed Chris' lips, and he snickered. He wondered when Mike was going to shut up. "But you got lucky, Chris. You got lucky, because nothing did happen to the money maker. Because if anything did," he continued, as he made his way up the steal steps. "happen to my face…it would cost you, WWE, and everyone els-"

Just like Monday night, Chris cut off Mike with another Codebreaker.

To be honest, Mike should have seen it coming. He lay in the ring, and he could feel his anger boiling. Chris Jericho had gotten him again. And he had taken his sunglasses. This guy had a lot of nerve.

Mike was going this make sure this return was different, though. Because he was back for a reason, and he was going to make sure that everyone knew it.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter one! Please leave a review and tell me what you think, they're very helpful to the writer! ^.^ Look for another update sometime next week! Thank you for taking the time to read! - Melly.