Fool Proof Plan

[D.J]

OOC: Here is my RP for CEOD. Best of luck to Holly and Will. Hope you guys enjoy. I had a lot of fun with it.

It didn't seem like too long ago when The Miz was duping Paul Heyman and Mr. Anderson to become the EBWF Intercontinental Champion. A reign that would last month after month, until finally The Miz was dethroned by John Cena. Certainly someone like Cena holding the Intercontinental Title would be a means to an end. Cena was a star, one of the biggest the EBWF had to offer if not the biggest with no disrespect intended to Orton, Ambrose, Miz, AJ Styles, or any of the other big names in the company. So holding the companies second biggest title for too long would seem unlikely to the educated professional wrestling fan. Many moons later, John Cena is still wearing the Intercontinental Title around his waist. Thwarting challenge after challenge en route to one of the lengthiest reign in the title's history. However, he at Christmas Eve of Destruction he may be about to face his biggest test of all. As he will be putting his coveted gold on the line, in a Glass Tables Match no less, against two former World Champions, two former allies, and two men that are beyond hungry to recapture gold and stature in a company they once dominated. What better way than to take the Intercontinental Title away from the leader of the Cenation on one of EBWF's grander stages? Miz and Styles have been friends, they have been bitter enemies, but this Sunday night the fact remains clear, that if either one of them was going to win championship gold, they would have to go through one HELL of a challenge.

The scene opened up to pitch black . The camera panned around looking to find who or what they were supposed to be filming. Finally a match was lit and we could see just the face of a man who was dressed in a black hoodie. It was The Miz. His hair was slicked back, but much of it was covered by the hood of the sweatshirt that rested on top of his head. He began to speak slowly and demonically.

The Miz: A flickering flame, that is what careers can become. One minute it burns as bright as it can possibly be. The next..

The Miz threw the match to the ground, and it was dark again. We only heard The Miz, we could no longer see him.

The Miz: It goes out, and you're left with nothing, zero, just alone with your thoughts. There's nothing worse.. so to avoid this.. to stay relevant.. to continue to matter.. one is left with no choice but to..

Footsteps were heard and the camera began to move until finally The Miz walked out of the dark alley and into the street. It was night time, but the scene was now illuminated by street lights. Miz was wearing that Black hoodie and black jeans. He wore white Nike sneakers as well. The camera was just on him for the moment.

The Miz: BEFRIEND A FAT BALD GUY!

The camera cut to a large Bald man. He wore a green t-shirt that said "Fat Bald Guy."

The Miz: The fat bald guy is just the start though Mizfits. To stay ahead, to stay in the public eye, you have to also swear a lot, and take everything WAY too seriously. Almost seem psychotic at times, while the Fat Bald Guy laughs maniacally behind you. This is the formula, this is what wins, this is the secret to success in the business. So tonight, I refuse to be left behind any longer. Tonight, my transformation has begun, make me successful you fat fucking bald guy, let's go win matches, let's go get titles, bang sluts, fight old people, spit on babies. Let's not give a fuck about anything, and for fucks sake, let's...

Fat Bald Guy: Go Eat?

The Miz: Don't you ever fucking interrupt me again.

Fat Bald Guy: Sorry.

The Miz snarled comically.

The Miz: Let's... go eat.

The Fat Bald Guy did a double fist pump.

Fat Bald Guy: YESSS!

The scene cut away. We returned to the scene at a booth inside a Burger King. The Miz was finishing some chicken nuggets while his new cohort was mowing down his second whopper with two more on his tray to go.

The Miz: So Fat Bald Guy, this Sunday Night at Christmas Eve of Destruction. Is when our dominance begins. It's when we stop being polite, and start getting real.

The Miz winked into the camera.

The Miz: This Sunday Night, I will fucking go up against fucking John Cena and fucking AJ Styles. Our friendship has been born on the model that my former buddy AJ has started with Paul Heyman. He just seems to much more deranged now than the pot smoking flunky I used to hang out with. I'm not even sure if him and Paul hang out anymore, or if they only sleep together when the other gets lonely.. but the fact is Paul brought the psycho out in Styles, that's why you're here for me. Are you ready to bring the psycho out in me?

The Fat Bald Guy was just happy to be eating his now third Whopper. He nodded weakly with a mouth full of pre processed meat.

The Miz: Ok great..

There was a beat.

The Miz: Well what are you waiting for?

The Fat Bald Guy thought for a moment. He then took a packet of ketchup that was on his tray opened it and threw it at the Miz. Ketchup went all over Miz sweatshirt. Miz looked down and then back up at the man he was sitting with.

The Miz: Dude what the fuck was that?

The Fat Bald Guy shrugged as he ate a fry.

The Miz: You fuckin suck at this, why would I ever think you could help me?! This is bullshit... I'm so fucking ma.... wait a minute.. It's working.... you're a genius!

The Fat Bald Guy was pleased with his work. Smiling as he housed 9 fries in one bite.

The Miz: I feel.. angry... I feel deranged.. I feel like I'm ready to kick the shit out of someone.. and then go wash this sweatshirt that is now covered in ketchup. AJ, you have made the biggest mistake of your life showing me how to become psychotic. Fat Bald Guy's really do fucking piss you off. Mine has tonight. This has opened up a can of worms, that I'm certain you never wanted to open up. On top of the fact that you, Paul, and that irrelevant sack of shit Ted took me out for 3 months. You have showed me the way to bring the demons out, a way to become more ruthless, more spiteful, than I ever thought I could be. My shirt AJ.. my BLACK Sweatshirt.. is covered... in ketchup.

The Miz looked down it again, seemingly become increasingly upset with ever second that he stared at it.

The Miz: SHIT is going down. When I get my hands on you on Sunday Night AJ, all I'm going to be thinking about is the months I spent on the sideline both this time, and the time before where you put me out of commission. All I'm going to be thinking about is how you said we were friends, and how we used to hang out together, how we used to pick up chicks and party together. All I'm going to think about is THIS FUCKING SWEATSHIRT COVERED IN KETCHUP.

The camera cut to the Fat Guy who looked exhausted from eating. He burped. The camera cut back to Miz

The Miz: And in that moment, I will be so crazed, I will be such a lunatic, that any outburst that we've seen from you since you found your own fat bald guy, will seem like a little kid taking a picture with Santa Clause. It will be tame, puppies and rainbows shit, compared to The Miz that the world will see on Sunday Night at Christmas Eve of Destruction. I won't even care about the Intercontinental Title when you step in the ring with me this weekend. You've fooled me for the last time. I don't give a fuck about you.. all I care about is leaving you in a pool of your own ketchup. A sea of red. I'm poetic.. poetic and bad ass.. and after Sunday I'll be the bad ass poet, that you'll see only in your nightmares.. and even if you start hanging out with your fat bald guy again, you won't be able to reach the levels of anger, the levels of angst, that it would take to exact your revenge on me. You won't be able to ever experience the pure unadulterated ferocity that it will take to EVER take me out again. You, AJ, have helped me crack the code. You've wiped the smile off my face by showing me the ways to really get pissed off. This guy across from me.

The camera cut to the fat bald guy who was now sleeping and snoring.

The Miz: Has put you and John Cena in harms way. He has awakened a monster, a man hell bent on putting both you and Cena through glass tables, even though the rules say that I am only required to put one of you through to earn the victory. THAT'S how crazy I've become in just the past hour. I'm fucking tapped man. I don't even know what I'm going to do next.

The Miz looked quickly from side to side. He then flipped his tray over, spilling his coke all over the floor. A young worker came over and looked at what Miz had just done. Miz lunged toward him like he was going to hit him, which caused the worker to scurry off in a panic.

The Miz: Who said Burger King workers weren't intelligent. Would have fucked that kid up there.. just to do it. I'm nuts I tell you. Absolutely nuts. Just like you are AJ.. and just like you are JOHN CENA.. if you think that this Sunday Night either one of you is going to be anything but the ass kickee's to my ass kicker. Cena, you may have been the Intercontinental Champion since Clinton was president, but remember Johnny boy.. before you it was me.. yes you beat me.. I remember.. and I know that was really the only history between us. You beat me pretty good.. and then you've beaten everyone since. This Sunday it's going to be different. I'm certain of it.. I'm SO CRAZY I don't even need to have a point or a reason. You just better believe me, because if you don't well you're going to be MISINFORMED you piece of shit. Fat bald guy.. wake up. We're blowing this joint. Calm down AJ.. I just mean we're leaving.

The Fat Bald Guy awoke from his food coma, and slowly followed Miz out of Burger King. The scene cut back to Miz who was out in the street now, rubbing water on his sweatshirt from a Dasani waterbottle. He realized the camera was on him, and stopped with the water. The Fat Bald Guy was standing above a crouched Miz. He was swinging his legs one after the other.

The Miz: No I wasn't cleaning my sweatshirt. Like I give a shit if there's ketchup on it.

The Miz laughed nervously, you could tell he DID care. He stood up and walked unstably towards the camera.

The Miz: Back to the matter at hand. I don't think I've ever been more ready for a match-up in my entire career. John Cena.. as the band Semi Sonic once said.. every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. My Intercontinental Title reign is going to begin, and yours though it began vs. me.. will end vs. me. It's a circle of life.. and even SIMBA can't save you. For those keeping score at home, that's a "Closing Time" and "Lion King" reference in the same sentence. I know what you're thinking... that's "crazy." You're fucking right it is.. I mean I am.. I mean.. AHHHH!

The Miz screamed at the camera which startled his fat accomplice. The Miz noticed the man jump.

The Miz: Why did that scare you? You're supposed to be injecting a mean streak in me, you can't get scared every time there's a loud noise.

The Fat Bald Guy bowed his head in shame.

The Miz: I'm worried for you both AJ and John. I truly am. I have shared good times with you both. We have toasted drinks, attended functions, we've even laughed together. Tonight though, tonight I am not The Miz you once knew. Tonight I have become a maniac..maniac.. on the floor... and Sunday I will wrestle like I never have before.

The Miz almost broken character but he managed to avoid being like Jimmy Fallon, and keep a straight face.

The Miz: Sunday Night, I will decimate the both of you and I won't even give it a second thought. I will laugh as the blood pours from your veins and chuckle at the Tetanus shots that will be in both of your future due to the injuries imparted on you from the glass. You will both be forced to look up at me with glass in your arms and legs.. as I stand tall with the Intercontinental title.. and think to yourself.. what could we have done.. Miz.. is a changed man.. what could we have done.. Miz is crazy.. this glass bed that we are currently lying in.. is paradise compared to what he could have done to us.. and JUST as you both start to resign yourself to the fact that because you went through the table I was done pulverizing you. I will then SNAP.. because I'm crazy.. and that's what we do.

The camera cut to the Fat Bald Guy.. who snapped his fingers once. Back to Miz.

The Miz: I will then inflict more punishment, more torture upon both of you. Until it is a certainty that your glass bed, will then become a hospital bed. So when you are both in your hospital beds later that night. You will think to yourself.. what could we have done.. Miz is remorseless... what could we have done... Miz is cold... this hospital bed that we are lying in.. is paradise compared to what he could have done to us.. and JUST as you both start to resign yourself to the fact that because you were sent to the hospital I was done pulverizing you. I will then SNAP.. because I'm crazy.. and that's what we do.

The camera cut to the Fat Bald Guy.. who again snapped his fingers once. Back to Miz again.

The Miz: I will then come visit you in the hospital.. and I won't even get a guest pass. I will barge into your rooms, EVEN if you aren't in the same one.. I will visit you individually, I will LIE and say that I am a family member.. so that even if it's not fucking visiting hours I will be granted access to your hospital rooms. I will then come in while you are resting peacefully, and I will inflict more damage more torture, until you are moved from your hospital rooms, to the Emergency Room, and then AGAIN until you are in ICU.. and if I'm still feeling deranged.. which I'd imagine I will be.. now that I have become this person you see in front of you thanks to my buddy over here

The Fat Bald Guy was picking his nose

The Miz: I might even just up and finish the job and kill the both of you.. and when you are resting there in your graves. You will think to yourself, this grave is PARADISE compared to what Miz could have done to us. I will then be forced to dig you out of your grave. Bring you back to life, and then put you in the ground ALL over again, because I can't be underestimated, I can't be looked down on, I can't be taken lightly. This fate that I described for both you, is EXACTLY what you will encounter if you overlook me. Cena, you will need to be worried about MUCH more than your Intercontinental Title. If you haven't realized it already, I'm too lethal to be taken lightly.. try me.. I'm serious do it... DO IT.

The Miz cocked his eye to the camera like the popular squirrel video on you tube.

The Miz: I'm done with this camera. Fuck off camera.

The Miz stuck his hand into the camera and slammed it to the ground, causing the scene to fade to static. The scene reopened at a house show at the site of EBWF's Christmas Eve of Destruction. The crowd was buzzing from the last match, just when the buzz came down to a dull roar, a familiar sound was heard which brought everyone directly to their feet.

AWEEEEEEEEEEESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Followed by "I Came To Play" by Downstait filled the arena. The Miz emerged from the back wearing a "Danger: I'm Awesome" Black T-Shirt. His friend from the prior promo followed him. The Miz looked back and smirked as he confidently strut down the ramp. Justin Roberts stood in the ring with a microphone.

Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome being accompanied to the ring by...

he paused.

Justin Roberts: A Fat Bald Guy.... HE is from Cleveland, Ohio.. THE MIZ!

The Miz smirked as he ripped the microphone away from Justin Roberts, and just like he had at Burger King, intimidated Roberts with a threatening lunge towards him. Roberts quickly exited the ring. Several moments later, the Fat Bald Guy made his way into the ring.

The Miz: Life is a collection of moments. Moments that come to define who we are, and who we will become. Tomorrow Night at Christmas Eve of Destruction, I will be placed in one of those moments. A Glass Table Match for John Cena's Intercontinental Championship.

The crowd cheered at the mention of this.

The Miz: We are judged, and looked upon based on how we handle the pressure of these moments, how we react, how we perform. This Sunday Night, I will react and perform with such vigor, with such dominance, that it will be hard to believe that I wasn't overly inspired. It will be hard to believe that there wasn't something greater than all of us working in my favor. That something.. that someone.. is standing in the ring with me right now.

The camera cut to the Fat Bald Guy eating a snickers. He was hungry.. so why should he wait?

The Miz: This man has lit a fire under me like one I would have never dreamed fathomable. By doing so, he has loosened my last screw, he has ensured that Sunday Night we will have a new Intercontinental Champion, but more than that he has ensured that we will have two beaten down once upon a time stars in the person of AJ Styles and John Cena. It won't be personal, it won't be because I dislike them, even though in Styles case... well I actually really do.

The crowd cheered, they agreed with Miz' dislike for AJ.

The Miz: It'll be because all I'll care about tomorrow night is inflicting punishment, all I'll care about is physically harming anything that comes in my vicinity. Tomorrow night due to the inspiration and due to the pushing by my man here.. I will become a wild, rabid, animal, incapable of compassion. I will become a machine, foaming at the mouth, ready to laugh at the pain of others. Ready to pounce on two unsuspecting victims, unsuspecting until right now. Consider this your warning, consider this me CALLING MY GOD DAMN SHOT like I was Babe Ruth himself. AJ and John, tomorrow night, will be the worst one of your lives, the worst one of you career. Tomorrow night when you both come crashing down through the unforgiving glass, you will know that the Intercontinental Championship from that point forward will be nothing more than an unrealistic dream, on a night that you will remember as a horrific nightmare. Tomorrow night, the mystique of AJ Styles and the dominance of John Cena, will end, and a new era will begin.. and it will be an era.. that's slightly more....

The Miz cocked his head back.

The Miz: AWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The Miz threw the microphone off the flub of his pal. I came to play filled the arena once again, and the crowd cheered. Miz seemed a little off his rocker, but maybe that was just the mindset he needed to capture EBWF gold at Christmas Eve of destruction. When Miz finally made his way up the ramp into the back, he certainly had people thinking that maybe tomorrow night WOULD be his night. The scene faded to black.