Here is my RP for Warfare. Best of luck to everyone! Feedback welcome. -DJ
Well he was back on track. This past Monday Night, on Warfare, The Miz did exactly what he set out to do in defeating Chris Sabin in the night's main event. Miz would have a chance to remain on a hot streak as he had been placed, for the second straight week, in the Main Event of EBWF's weekly show. This time he would be in a fatal four way match for a chance to be entrant #30 in the EBWF Royal Rumble. Time would tell if he would take advantage of this golden opportunity, if he did, it would have to go through some tough competition to say the least.
The scene opened up to the EBWF Logo. We faded in to a bar scene, at the bottom of the screen a pop up came up that said "Sportsway Cafe 1:05 PM" The camera panned around what was a nice looking Sports Bar and Grill, it was mid day so it wasn't exactly crowded. Perhaps 5 or 6 Patrons at the bar itself and a few scattered guests, some dressed fancy as if they were just on their lunch break from work. The camera then cut to the corner of the bar where a Dart Board was seen. Zooming away from the Dart Board the camera picked up The Miz. He wore a nice fitted black shirt, and blue jeans. He sat on a stool and sitting next to him was a girl that was not recognizable to the audience. There was a beer on the table in front of both he and his female companion. We were able to get into a conversation that was already in progress.
The Miz: Tiffany, I swear.. my hair DOES look this good all the time, it's not just when I'm filming segments for the EBWF. I mean it's not like I'm filming one right now.
The Miz slowly turned to the camera.
The Miz: Bah GAWD King, HE IS filming a segment for the EBWF. Who would have known.. good thing my hair ALWAYS looks this good. Or I would have been in some serious trouble, as this is a total shock to me. Seriously.. whoa.. so off guard.
Tiffany suddenly looked uncomfortable.
Tiffany: Did you know about this? I don't want to be on TV?
The Miz playfully looked offended.
The Miz: I had no idea! I don't blame you though, I mean you're ditching work, you come up to me and start hitting on me.. you're drinking on camera.. I mean there could be kids watching Tiffany... kids.
Tiffany looked sincerely worried.
Tiffany: Oh crap, I totally lied and said that I was sick today.
The Miz: Wow girl.. you are so busted.
Tiffany: Is this really going to get aired? My boss is a 12 year old and still watches wrestling.... no offense.
The Miz smirked.
The Miz: None taken.. especially since you're probably going to get fired. Then you can come here as much as you want.
Tiffany: Seriously though, you can't air this.
The Miz: Tiffany.. I'm as shocked as you are ok? I had no idea that there was going to be a camera crew here. I mean I'm so unprepared I'm not going to want this aired either. It's not like I have a fatal four way match coming up.. or that I'm near a dartboard.. and I just HAPPENED to have pictures of my three opponents in my pants pocket to throw darts at and cut a promo on each one of them individually.
Tiffany took a sigh of relief.
Tiffany: Phew that's a relief.
The Miz lightly laughed.
The Miz: Yeah, so rela.... wait...
The Miz reached into is pants pocket. He pulled out three head shot like photos. One had Randy Orton's picture, the next Leo Kruger, and finally Christian.
The Miz: I DO have the pictures of my three opponents, I am near a dartboard, I will throw darts at them and cut a promo on each one individually. Wow.. this day has been totally unexpected.. I truly am shocked, baffled, and very apologetic for you, as you are now.. pretty certainly going to lose your job for trash talking your boss and getting caught faking sick on National TV.
Tiffany: But Mi..
The Miz had to cut her off
The Miz: I have to cut you off.
See.
The Miz: There's no room for excuses. You should probably just leave now before you dig an even deeper hole.
Tiffany nodded.
Tiffany: You're probably right.
Tiffany grabbed her beer, Miz put a hand up to stop her.
The Miz: Leave the beer, you're sick remember.
Miz winked at her, she smiled and laughed. As she exited the scene. The Miz looked at the camera, shrugged and smirked.
The Miz: Chicks... am I right? Anyways, as I somewhat alluded to, this Monday Night, I, The Miz, the cream of the crop, greatest of the great, your favorite wrestler's favorite wrestler, will be competing in a fatal four way match. That fact alone would be cool enough, but you throw in the fact that the winner is GUARANTEED.. the number 30 spot in the Royal Rumble match.. well then you just are looking at a coolness overload.. and that's what we got on our hands... a coolness..
The Miz paused for effect.
The Miz: Overload.
The Miz took a sip of beer.
The Miz: So in this match, I will be taking on 3 different opponents, and the first pinfall or submission wins.. I just explained something to you that you more than likely already knew. Unless you aren't a wrestling fan and just happened on this station, and stayed because I'm such a stud.. I'm talking to you Jennifer Lawrence.
The Miz smiled.
The Miz: Anyway, I can't decide which of my 3 opponents disgust me the most. So I've decided to let the darts decide in which order I address these 3 gentleman. So allow me to prepare.
The Miz went over to the dartboard and hung all 3 photo's on the board. He then walked back near his stool and put a blind fold over his eyes. He took a dart of of his pocket and threw it. A loud scream was heard, as The Miz had missed the dartboard completely and a man had been hit in the leg with a dart. This was a large scary looking man, who came over to Miz.
Large Man: What the hell man?
The Miz took his blindfold off and looked shocked.
The Miz: I'm really sorry man.. here...
The Miz took out 100 dollars from his wallet and gave it to the man.
The Miz: Go get that leg fixed.
The man looked at the bill, then looked back at Miz. He nodded seemed satisfied, and walked away.
The Miz: Let's try this again. Without the blindfold.
The Miz threw a dart and it hit the picture of Leo Kruger right in the face.
The Miz: IN THE FACEEEE!
Somewhere fans of Rob Riggle's cameo in 'The Hangover' laughed.
The Miz: Ah yes, Leo Kruger. EBWF's resident monster in the closet, psychopath. Really? Really? Leo Kruger? Like Freddy Kruger..Freddy Kruger's younger brother Leo is gonna win this match on Monday, REEEEALLY? Are you a killer Leo? Hm? Are you a monster, are you a bad ass? Get serious, this guy Leo Kruger has been around here for a bit now, and to say he's irrelevant in this match, would be like saying hot dogs taste better with ketchup. It's obvious. There's no way that Leo Kruger has any kind of an impact on Monday Night. Leo Kruger.. has a better chance of walking out of the Pussycat Dolls dressing room with a hickey, than he does walking out the winner on Monday Night, earning the right to be #30 in the Rumble. I mean if I'm wrong than may god strike me down right here, at Sportsway Cafe.
The Miz looked up, nothing happened, he smiled.
The Miz: Exactly. I mean this is a guy who uses intimidation as a weapon, he uses intensity as a weapon, he uses bad breath as a weapon... but I'm a guy that doesn't get intimidated, I don't shy away from guys who are intense in the ring.. and I always carry Dentyne Ice. Phone.. Keys.. Gum.. check Leo.. Phone Keys Gum.. CHECK!
The Miz for effect popped a piece of Dentyne Ice into his mouth and smiled.
The Miz: So to say that this Kruger character, does not scare me.. to say that this Kruger character, does not worry me.. is an understatement bigger than calling Richard Sherman a douchebag. Leo Kruger, you may have a famous brother, and they may have made some great movies about him, but what have you done? Where are the Leo Kruger movies. You are like Eli and Peyton Manning's brother What'shisface Manning. "No I swear he has a good job." Awesome, where's his Superbowl ring? Or in your case.. where are the string of horror movies with you as the main character? Oh wait you don't have any.. oh right.. because you're a loser... but I do have some good news.. I know.. you're probably like "What's good news... I'm Leo Kruger." But Listen.. I am going to make you the star of your very own horror movie. Somewhere Leo Kruger just said "When do we start filming?" Except he didn't say it like that.. it probably sounded more like.
The Miz just started to make weird grunting and slobbering noises.
The Miz: But let me explain.. this Monday Night the beating I give you, will be more gruesome, it will be more grotesque, it will be more gut wrenching, than any thing your famous brother Freddy has been involved in. If you try and get in my way from becoming the 30th entry in the Royal Rumble, I am going to disfigure you, I am going to maim you, I am going to make you sorry that you ever oozed into this world. The only difference for you, is that you are going to be the victim, whereas your bro was the killer.. Monday Night.. I'm the killer, and everyone in the crowd will simply be there to yell.. "LOOK OUT.. IT'S HIM.. IT'S THE KILLER... RUN LEO.. RUN!" But you won't hear them, because it's a horror movie, and you will do what victim's do, and that's walk right into your obvious demise. This Monday Night's match.. is your obvious demise. Monday Night is not when you become a star Leo.. Monday Night is when you become extinct. Hash tag... Fact.
A #FACT popped up on screen, and quickly faded away. The Miz smiled, and then threw a second dart at the board this time striking Christian in the.. shall we say crotch region.
The Miz: OHH RIGHT IN THE NUTS, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
Riggle fans laugh again. The Miz began to sign to the tune of Christian's once upon a time terrible entrance song.
The Miz: Christian.. Christian.. TOO BAD.. That you stillll suuuuuuuuuuuuck. Seriously, how many times can we really go through this, before we all go over Leo Kruger's brother's house with targets drawn on our necks? Christian CONTINUES to be put in the same match as me, he continues to be subjected to the humiliation that comes with that, and he CONTINUES to remain confident that he can beat me. Christian being confident that he can beat me is like Miley Cyrus being confident in the fact that she's still a role model. It's laughable.. it's ridiculous.. it's.. kind of adorable. Don't take this the wrong way Christian.. I'm not going Billy and Chuck on you.. it's just there's something endearing about how you take a beating time and time again, but each time come out and exclaim to all The Mizfits that THIS will surely be the time when it all changes.. that THIS will surely be the time that your hand is raised in victory. Well Christian your hand may rise after Monday's match, but it will only be in response to the question "who's still a huge scrub loser who can't beat The Miz" I really just don't understand the logic of you or Kruger being in this match. It was like OK we got Orton and Miz.. what other two guys can we just throw into this match so that it's...DAHN DAHN DAHN... 4 People.
The Miz held up 4 fingers.
The Miz: I guess they could count on the fact that neither you or Leo were busy on Monday Night. I mean in the 90's you could have put 5 guys with hair gel in a band, and it doesn't mean they were going to outsell NSYNC. The point is just because you are in this match, doesn't make you my equal. Just because we are getting the same opportunity Christian does not put us in the same breath with regards to talent. In fact, after Monday it will be quite the opposite. When I pulverize you.. AGAIN.. people will continue to be certain that you and I are not similar.. we are apples and oranges.. I am apples and you are oranges.. oranges covered in dog turds and Leo Kruger's drool. Christian, you have no chance in this match. I mean you really don't.. sorry to be so cut and dry about it.. but I just can't stand to see you come down the ramp, eyes full of hope.. energy that suggests excitement, when I know in my heart of hearts your night is going to end with you face down on the mat, crying, gasping for air, and for belief that you're not a washed up has-been that just never comes. Time and time again, the EBWF has tried to resurrect you, they've tried to make people care about you.. and like you anytime you've faced me.. they fail.. they fail miserably. Nothing changes in that regard Monday Christian, my friend, absolutely nothing. Spoiler Alert, Peeps, Captain Charisma.. loses on Monday.. be upset.. be dissapointed, and like you already are, of me and all the Mizfits... BE.. JEALOUS.
The Miz smiled.
The Miz: Which leaves me with one more opponent. The only one that truly matters, the only potential threat to my being given the greatest advantage in the Royal Rumble match, in coming out last. Randy Orton. Now Orton, I know all about you. I know that you're the longest reigning World Champ of all time, I know you're married to the bosses sister, I know you buy baby oil in bulk. What I don't know is how you look at yourself in the mirror, knowing that you lost the World Championship to a guy who has a question mark in his name. I mean REALLY DUDE?! He doesn't even know if his name is Trent. Just like I don't really know if you are someone to even consider a worthy opponent after a loss like that. I'm sitting here thinking now... Randy Orton... challenge? And I'm starting to feel like the answer is no. Orton, you have been successful in this business, one of the most successful guys on the roster, but I can't help but think you are trending down, my man. This Monday Night, is desperate times for you. The Rumble is a chance to get back into that main event and coming in at #30 would give you the best chance to do just that. There's a problem though, to get there, you have to go through me. You see Randy I was trending down, but that time is now over. It started last week when I disposed of Chris Sabin, and it's going to continue when I win the fatal fourway and become #30 in the rumble. There's no question mark there Randy.. I will win.. period.
The Miz started to gain intensity in what had been an otherwise confident and light promo.
The Miz: Randy, the way you carry yourself bugs me. It bugs me that despite the fact that I know I am better than you ever will be. People still look at you as someone superior to me. Every time I hear people talk about you like you are my superior, brings me into a twilight zone type world. A world where up is down, down is up, Justin Bieber is the MMA World Heavyweight Champion, and High School Musical wins Academy Awards. It makes no sense, I am The Miz, Randy.. the FREAKING.. Miz. Nobody is better than me.. especially not you. And if I haven't done the best job of proving those words to be true over the past couple of months than I'm sorry, but I PROMISE you and EVERYONE else that I will start making damn sure everyone knows it again if they forgot. I don't care if you were World Champion for 20 years in a row, and for all we know you may be again, but the one thing that is for certain is you will NEVER get the best of me Randy. Look let's be honest I don't need this match Randy, I don't. It doesn't matter if I enter the Rumble #1 or #30.. I'm going to Wrestlemania and I'm GOING to regain the EBWF World Heavyweight Championship... but though I don't need it.. I want this match more than anything. I want this match, because it will make the statement that I've been dying to make. Beating you.. and those other 2 jamoaks on Monday, will make the statement loud and clear that The Miz.. TRULY is back.. and I'm not talking back to win here and there against nobodies like Chris Sabin.. NO.. I mean back and ready to once again assert myself as a dominant competitor in this company.. which I can promise you.. I can GUARANTEE you that I will.
The Miz smirked.
The Miz: I know you hear voices in your head Orton, and I know, that no matter what you might say or do, that ALL of them are telling you the truth.. and that truth, that you know, no matter how you may deny it, is that I am one percent accurate with what I'm saying here. The truth that those voices in your head are SCREAMING at you.. is that you can't beat me.. that you won't beat me.. and the reason, Randy, that they are screaming that at you, day in and day out.. is because I'm THE MIZ.... and I'm...
The Miz shook with intensity.
The Miz: Awesome..
The Miz threw a third dart hitting the picture of Randy Orton square between the eyes, as the scene faded to black.