10 Things I Hate About You

[D.J]

Here is my RP for DBD. Ran a huge event this weekend, one of the biggest basketball tournaments in my companies history. Exhausted, but still pretty happy with the way this came out. Hope you guys like it, and best of luck to Cat. I'm a huge fan of your work, and it's been really fun working with you. - DJ

He had done it. At Aftermath Mike "The Miz" Mizanin had done exactly what he had set out to do. Defeating AJ Styles, Christian, and Ted DiBiase in a fatal four way to become the number one contender to Dean Ambrose EBWF World Heavyweight Championship. In the two Warfare's that followed the hatred between the two men hit a boiling point. On the Monday after Miz' victory, Miz addressed the EBWF fans, only to be interrupted by Ambrose who sent his pack of "starving wolves" out after his future adversary, only for Miz to have the equalizer in a steel chair. In the week that followed the announcement was made by Chris Jericho that the match at Death Before Dishonor would be a lumberjack match, The Sequel took on the Shield in tag action, only for the Shield to decimate Miz' partner, AJ Styles, once again leaving the former Grand Slam Champion alone once again to deal with the Shield. Again Miz used the Chair to his advantage, seemingly about to get the better of Ambrose once again, but a large man of Samoan descent had other ideas entirely dropping Miz with as Jim Ross put it "the damndest spear" he'd ever seen. Giving all the momentum going into Death Before Dishonor to the camp of the Champion Ambrose. As the announcers at Warfare alluded to, Miz was certainly in for an uphill battle if he was going to capture his second EBWF World Heavyweight Championship.

The scene opened up in a bed room, the lights were out, but there was just enough light that we could make out who the figure in the bed that was the center of the current shot. The camera zoomed into the man lying in the King Sized Bed and it was none other than the Challenger for Dean Ambrose's World Heavyweight Championship at Death Before Dishonor, The Miz. He had a smile on his face as the camera zoomed all the way in and it began to wave up and down with a sound effect that would indicate we are about to travel into Miz' dream. When the scene shifted we are back in a familiar face for many fans of "Your Favorite Wrestler's Favorite Wrestler" We were back in the locker room that was inhabited by a team of men.. all of whom.. were The Miz. A similar sequence to when Miz faced Brian Kendrick at last years Royal Rumble. The very event Miz captured his first and only EBWF Title to date. Once again an additional Miz walked into the scene he wore plaid pants and that same Sports Coat he donned the last time we viewed this crazy sight. There was silence, before he finally spoke.

Coach Miz: Great moments, are STILL born from great opportunity. That's what you have here tonight boys.. that's what you've earned here tonight. One Match.. If you faced Brian Kendrick 10 times.. we might win 9.

One of the players interrupted.

Player Miz: Coach..

Coach Miz: DON'T INTERRUPT ME I'm GIVING A SPEECH.

The player nodded.

Coach Miz: No where was I.. right if we faced Brian Kendrick 10 times we might win 9.

As they did before, a couple of players made eye contact shook their heads and held 10 fingers up, indicating that they felt like they'd win all 10. This created a couple chuckles. Coach Miz didn't break his flow.

Coach Miz: But NOT this match.. not tonight. Tonight we brawl with him.. tonight we fight with him.. tonight we stay with Kendrick.. BECAUSE WE CAN!

The same player intruded again, standing up this time.

Player Miz: Uhh Coach..

Coach Miz: NOT NOW!

The player sat down quickly.

Player Miz: Ok.

The Coach straightened himself up.

Coach Miz: Tonight YOU are the best professional wrestler in the world.

One of the Miz players took out a notebook and a marker. He wrote the word "Duh" on it and held it up so that his teammates could all see it. The coach was so into his speech that he didn't even notice.

Coach Miz: This is your time.. Kendrick's time.. is done.. it's finished..

Again that player stood up.

Player Miz: Coach..

Coach Miz finally gave in. He was irritated.

Coach Miz: What is it son?!

Player Miz: I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're not facing Brian Kendrick.

Coach Miz: What? Then who are we facing?

Player Miz: Dean Ambrose, sir.

Coach Miz: Well what's he like?

Player Miz: He's like Kendrick, only a little bigger.. but that's not saying much because a majority of 9 year olds are bigger than Kendrick. He wears the same amount of black clothing, has the same amount of hair grease, but he is also a little more cryptic. Kendrick was really to the point he threw his weirdness in your face and owned it. If he was thinking he wanted to eat a parrot and drink it's blood, he would just be like "Hey I want to eat a Parrot and drink it's blood.." then he'd do it. This guy Ambrose, speaks in Haiku's and what he wants us to think are deranged riddles. He's really lame sir.

Coach Miz: He sounds lame.

Player Miz: Yes sir.

Coach Miz: Well do I even need to finish this speech then? Why don't you just go out there and destroy him?

All The Miz' got up from out of their seats seemingly agreeing with the suggestion. The Coach very non nonchalantly concluded.

Coach Miz: And BREAK.. BREAK.. BREAK.. BREAK

The scene faded back out of the dream segment, and we were now back into the room where Miz was sleeping. The light from outside started to creep into the room, and a dreaming Miz was awoken, by AJ Styles who rushed into the room. Wearing his "I'm The Man" shirt. He got right next to The Miz and got into his ear. In his best monotone Dean Ambrose impression he uttered familiar words.

AJ Styles: BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD.

The Miz peacefully woke up when these words were spoken, stretching like someone who had just slept for 15 hours.

AJ Styles: Didn't that scare you at all?

The Miz slowly opened his eyes, noticing AJ. He spoke slowly, as he was still just waking up.

The Miz: Did what scare me?

AJ Styles: When I was all BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD. I could have been Dean Ambrose.

The Miz: Why would that scare me?

AJ Styles: Well I don't know.. I mean.. he's got.. cronies.

The Miz: Right.. but I beat the hell out of all of them at the same time with a steel chair. I was like a Power Ranger fighting the Putty Patrol.. no contest.

AJ Styles: That kind of was like watching an episode of Power Rangers.. just with more chair shots.. and less martial arts..

The Miz: Right.. and racism.

AJ Styles: Yeah far less racism.. Anyways I don't know you should be scared of him though, right? I mean he wears a bullet proof vest.

The Miz: Hm that's true.. I guess that takes shooting him in the chest with a gun out of my game plan. But no that doesn't intimidate me at all either.

AJ Styles: Well I mean.. one of those Shield guys did spear you last Monday on Warfare. You got to think that gives him some of the momentum.

The Miz looked at AJ blankly as Miz got out of his bed and went over to a chair in his room and sat down in it. He reached into a bureau taking out socks and putting them on his feet.

The Miz: Momentum? No. Moments before Ambrose's oaf speared me, I had a Steel Chair in my hand and Ambrose backed into a corner pleading with me for mercy. He may claim that there was no pleading.. but there was PLEADING. Fear in his eyes, pee running down his leg.

AJ Styles: He peed his pants?

The Miz channeled Billy Madison.

The Miz: OF COURSE HE PEED HIS PANTS.. everyone in the SHIELD PEES THEIR PANTS.. because IT's THE COOLEST.

AJ played along.

AJ Styles: Reallyyy?

The Miz: YES YOU AINT COOL.. UNLESS.. YOU PEE YOUR PANTS..

The two men laughed and let out a long sigh in unison, they then quickly got serious again.

The Miz: So pee running down his leg, but you can't see it because he's in black pants obviously.. and the next thing I know. I'm getting speared in the middle of the ring. That doesn't give Dean momentum though, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe if it was Dean who speared me in the middle of the ring himself, and not one of his little "starving wolves" as he so eloquently put it, then yes that would give him a psychological edge on me, but the lasting image I have going into Death Before Dishonor, is not of Dean Ambrose, EBWF Champion, deranged bad ass tough guy...It's not Dean Ambrose, fighting champion, force to be reckoned with.. but instead it's of Dean Ambrose, leader of the putty patrol, a Pee Pants Patty, a total weakling loser, that has ZERO chance of retaining the EBWF Title against The Miz, this Sunday Night.

AJ smirked and laughed a little bit.

AJ Styles: Ha, Pee Pants Patty.

The Miz: As I said 2 weeks ago, at Aftermath it all changed. I'll be the first to admit that when Dean-O first arrived on the scene, all the chips seemed to be falling into place for them. I'll be the first to admit I overlooked this guy, and downplayed him. The Shield were doing it awful big, awful fast. They wanted to attack somebody, they left them in a bad way, and showed no remorse while doing it. Hell you and I even found our way to the wrong end of some of those attacks.

AJ Styles wasn't really listening.. he still had a silly smirk on his face.

AJ Styles: Pee Pants Patty..awesome.

The Miz shook his head.

The Miz: You good AJ?

AJ snapped out of it.

AJ Styles: Oh.. yeah.. go on.

The Miz: But at Aftermath The Shield did something we've never seen them do.. they lost. They lost the tag titles and everyone in the EBWF let out one big.. "OHHHH.. so they aren't tough... they aren't scary.. they aren't anything.. this makes so much more sense now." JUST when everyone was ACTUALLY considering believing in the Shield, they gave us all a reason to be like

The Miz spoke in a ditzy girl voice.

The Miz: "I was going to believe.. but screw it never mind.. I got like errands to run and stuff.. maybe I'll believe some other time." Just when you almost had US.. you lost.. The Shield is HUMAN.. then in a quick effort to save your reputation you decided to target someone that was a threat to unraveling the thread even further. The man who became the number one contender to Dean's OTHER championship.. The EBWF Title. You decided to target this handsome devil that's talking to you right now.

The Miz covered his mouth and whispered loudly to AJ.

The Miz: ME.

AJ looked as though he had just had an epiphany and nodded furiously.

The Miz: You decided to come after me, to prove that even though The Shield took a blow at Aftermath that you were still real tough guys, that even though you and Seth lost at Aftermath Dean, that the crew you assembled, could still beat up one guy, if they all worked together at it. This attempt to regain your early dominance in the art of group attacks.. failed.

The Miz sighed heavily. He spoke in a light almost mocking tone.

The Miz: I don't know Dean.. I'm starting to believe less and less in the Shield every second. Or at least believing in the Shield in the way that you speak of. Like believing that you guys are going to have a continuous impact on this company... hmmm I don't know... believing you guys are a group of gents that I should be watching my back for... definitely wouldn't go that far... Here's what I believe in with regards to the Shield. I believe that you enjoy dressing the same way as each other like a wrestling boy band. I believe that you duck your heads in faucets before you start each interview because wet hair is bad ass, but most importantly Dean, I believe that much like your EBWF Title Regin, I believe that the SHIELD.. will soon be coming to an abrupt. sudden. END.

The camera shifted to AJ Styles who added one word of agreement.

AJ Styles: YEAH!

The Miz: Believe in the Sequel. Believe in the MIZ..TOO DA LOO motha (bleep) ahhhhh..yaa..ya..ya..yaa

The Miz was clearly referencing Mr Chow in The Hangover (the first one.. the only funny one)

The scene faded out to static. For the viewer it quickly faded back in with static and we were now in a studio. Todd Grisham and Jonathan Coachman sat behind a desk. It became clear that we were watching a Pre Show for Sunday's Death Before Dishonor. Striker led us in.

Jonathan Coachman: Welcome back, as we continue to count down the days until Death Before Dishonor, which now stands a mere 2 days away.. and boy partner I got to tell ya.. I can't wait.

Todd Grisham: Same here Coach, it's been an extremely eventful couple of weeks on the road to DBD. Especially with regards to our Main Event where The Miz will challenge Dean Ambrose for the EBWF Championship. Ove the past couple of weeks the Shield has consistently tried to weaken Ambrose's challenger this Sunday, but to no avail, until this past week Miz was planted with a spear, leaving him lying motionless as we went off the air.

A clip of this was shown.

Jonathan Coachman: Right, but prior to this occurring Chris Jericho had this to say.

A clip of Jericho announcing that Miz and Ambrose would be a lumberjack match was shown.

Todd Grisham: Definitely an interesting twist to this rivalry, as now Ambrose will not have what he is so accustomed to having, and that my friend, is the numbers game.

Jonathan Coachman: The Miz definitely had to have liked that announcement, and as a matter of fact I guess we can ask him ourselves, as ladies and gentleman we are now joined over the phone, by the man who will be challenging Dean Ambrose for the EBWF Title this Sunday at Death Before Dishonor, The Miz. Miz, how you doing?

The Miz: (Phone) Fantastic as always Coach.

Todd Grisham: Miz, Todd Grisham here, so as Coach was just talking about, you got to love that the match Sunday is a lumberjack match, takes away that possibility of the other Shield members costing you the title, right?

An On The Phone: The Miz popped up in the bottom corner of the screen.

The Miz: (Phone) Well I mean it's really simple guys, making this match a lumberjack match will teach us a few things. One.. the people who hate the Shield severely outnumber those that believe in them. Second it will teach us that in a one on one setting Dean Ambrose is nothing but a sheep in wolves clothing. He's no different than the man I took the title from last year at Royal Rumble, Brian Kendrick. I have a theory when it comes to guys like this, would you guys like to hear it?

Caught off guard by the question, it took a moment.

Todd Grisham: Ahh.. s..

Miz cut him off.

The Miz: Rhetorical Todd, I'm going to tell you regardless. I call this theory.. the "Boogeyman" theory. Dean Ambrose is trying so desperately to get everyone to fear him, much like every kid fears the Boogeyman. It's all kids can think about when they are alone in the dark for the first time, that the scary Boogeyman is going to get them. That's what Dean wants us to think, that if we're not careful, the Shield is going to "get us" to make an example of us.. but as we all know now as grown ups.. the boogeyman's not scary, he's not real, and neither is this idea that the Shield should be feared. Unfortunately for Dean and his title reign, the lights are on, we've checked the closets and under the bed, and we know that even if there was a "Boogeyman" in the EBWF even if there was someone to be scared of, that person is NOT. YOU. I am the number one contender for the EBWF Championship, and because of that fact.. Dean Ambrose is the ONLY one who should be scared. Scared of being exposed for the fraud that he is, scared of LOSING his title and slipping into the depths of irrelevance and being forgotten, right there with Surge Soda, or Dane Cook. But most importantly scared of not only being embarrassed at Death Before Dishonor, not only being outclassed and outdone in every way shape or form in front of the entire world, but Dean Ambrose should be scared of the savage beating that is waiting for him in just two nights. Hey Dean if you're listening.... BOO.

Todd and Jonathan both smiled at The Miz' confidence.

Jonathan Coachman: Miz what would it mean to you to capture your second EBWF Championship?

The Miz: It means everything Coach. I make a lot of jokes, and I like to keep things light. But for as much as I don't like Dean Ambrose and what he represents in this business, I don't think even he is delusional enough to think that I am anything but 100 percent locked in and focused on this match. It's not possible for me to be taking this match any more seriously than I am, simply because of what's at stake. If the EBWF Title doesn't mean everything to you, then you simply should just not be lacing up wrestling boots for a living. Holding that title consumes my everything thought, the fact that it's been since last years Wrestlemania, over ONE YEAR since I've had that belt around my waist, eats away at me every single day. So like they say, "if you don't like something, CHANGE it." That's exactly what I plan to do Sunday Night. It goes way further than even who I'm going against on Sunday Night. Do I hate Dean Ambrose? Of course, I do.. we all do.. who could like him? But that's only extra added incentive.. what really is motivating me the most is the fact that after I BEAT DEAN AMBROSE.. I will once again be at the top of this business. I will be the pinnacle of the EBWF, and despite what AJ's shirt says.. I will in fact be.. "The Man." I've spend most of my career claiming to be the best, and Sunday at Death Before Dishonor, I'm going to make Dean Ambrose and everyone else BELIEVE ME.

Todd Grisham: Well thanks so much for joining us here Miz, and best of luck on Sunday!

The Miz: My pleasure guys, thanks.

The Miz hung up the call, and the scene again cut out to static. Again the static quickly faded back in. This time the camera shot was different. The camera was focused on the pavement.. it then rapidly shifted up and The Miz donning a black t-shirt could be seen very much up close and personal he was filming himself. It was a filming style that The Shield were quite fond of. Miz breathed heavily and spoke slowly in an almost deranged manner. The camera panned out to get a shot of a clock that just turned from 9:59 to 10:00, it then shifted quickly back to The Miz.

The Miz: 1 Day now Dean, 24 short hours. 1440 minutes exactly, away from when you and I will come face to face. In exactly one day, 10 PM TOMORROW the ring will be surrounded by EBWF Superstars, but all eyes will be on just two.. The Miz.. and Dean Ambrose. I don't have to tell you that this is the biggest match of your career to date, because YOU ALREADY KNOW. You know that if you lose tomorrow your entire career is in jeopardy. You have build yourself up to being untouchable, to be being unstoppable, to being worthy of being called the best this company has to offer. Lose to me tomorrow and all that goes to hell, and you will lose, Dean, you can trust me on that. You may think you have me all figured out Dean, you rant and rave about how I'm this pretty boy Hollywood guy who cares more about his twitter than he does about perfecting his craft in the ring. Go ahead and have your fun at my expense, because god knows I've had my laughs at yours. But tomorrow night there will be no more jokes, the wise cracks will be finished, the time for trash talking will be over..and it'll be two guys who can't stand the sight of each other, battling for the games top prize, and I'll be ready for you Dean.

The Miz smirked in an almost sadistic manner.

The Miz: I know you. I know what you're about, I know what you'll resort to when the chips are down, you don't get stronger when the going gets tough like you want us to believe do you Dean? I know that when you hit a little adversity you'll look elsewhere for help. You'll look to your lackeys to bail you out to do your bidding, tomorrow night I KNOW you'll be crying out for them to save you.. but they WON'T BE ABLE TO. Not tomorrow Dean, they may have got you to where you are walking into tomorrow nights match, but they WON'T be able to get you out the same way. I know you Dean... I know you champ.. I'm ready.. but can I say the same about you? Do you know me?! Hm Dean? Do you REALLY know The Miz, Dean? You don't. I can see it in your eyes, and hear it in your condescending tone, that you have ABSOLUTELY no idea what I'm about and what I'm capable of. You have not the foggiest idea of how ruthless, how unforgiving, how relentless I can be when I want something.. and I want something Dean.. I want the EBWF Championship that is around your waist right now. I want.. no I NEED that championship.. and even if EVERY single lumberjack in this god damn match.. joined the Shield on Sunday Night.. there is NOTHING.. NOBODY..NO FORCE ON THIS PLANET Dean, that is going to keep me from taking that title right off your waist.

The camera shook a little with Miz' intensity.

The Miz: I don't have to tell you that I'm more than you can handle Dean, because YOU ALREADY KNOW.. and if you don't yet, you will. Within minutes of that bell ringing tomorrow night. You will make it impossible for any of us to believe in the Shield.. or you.. because it will only take a matter of moments for you to lose believe in yourself. You may claim that I'm not enough of a man to be the one to dethrone you, and you may act like your unimpressed with me.. but I don't have to tell you that your lying to yourself and all of us when you say these things Dean.. because YOU ALREADY KNOW. Less than a day away now Dean.

The Camera swung back to the clock that now said 10:11

The Miz: 23 Hours and 49 Minutes away. With every tick of the clock we get closer. Closer to my putting an end to this madness. These guys are an interesting case, because week in and week out I watch you put on display after display of false bravado. I watch you act like you are these god damn tough guys.. and it just drives me insane. I sit and I wonder how to put into words just how crazy you make me, but sometimes you just get past the point of being articulate with certain people. The fact is I HATE YOU DEAN AMBROSE.. I hate YOU.. I hate the SHIELD.. I hate the way you look, I hate the things you say, I hate things you do.. I HATE that you are the EBWF World Heavyweight Champion. I HATE that you think you're the best, and I HATE that you have the belt that confirms that belief. 10 PM tomorrow night, will be a special time. It will be THE LAST TIME you underestimate me, it will be the LAST TIME you talk down to me, tomorrow night Dean.. you will HATE just as much as I hate you, because tomorrow night I WILL SEE TO IT that it will ALSO be the LAST TIME you EVER get to call yourself the EBWF World Heavyweight Champion.

The Miz delivered his tag line with no pauses.

The Miz: BECAUSE I'M THE MIZ AND I'M AWESOME.

There was a beat.

The Miz: But I don't have to tell you that... because no matter what you might say.. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

[Cat]

I love working with you, D.J.! I always force myself to step up when I'm writing against you. Best of luck.

[D.J]

Feel the same way about you Cat. Your piece was awesome as always. Despite what Miz may say, I definitely believe in the Shield :)

[Ashlee]

The Miz: Hm that's true.. I guess that takes shooting him in the chest with a gun out of my game plan.

I'm pretty sure Lynne McClinton had a stroke. LOL