Luck About To Change
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 9:01 pm
OOC: Hey guys sorry this isn't my best. Not feeling too hot today. Best of luck to everyone!
Once again PJ Black reigned supreme in the EBWF. He was on a roll that nobody seemed to be able to derail. The Miz was his latest victim. Miz has been attacking this business from a different angle as of a late, but the new outlook did not help him against a man who has been an Achilles heel of sorts. Miz would have to quickly regroup as there was certainly no rest for the weary. In Las Vegas, Nevada- the Miz would be going head to head with Dean Ambrose for a right to become the #1 Contender for the Gateway Championship. People in Vegas are looking for lucky nights and fun, it was certain that Miz never thought he needed luck, but in order for him to have a fun night in Vegas his luck in the ring would have to change from just one week ago.
The scene opened up in a casino in Las Vegas. It was the Sunday before Warfare. The camera panned around looking for someone. It finally found The Miz and Mickie James. They were sitting at a blackjack table. Miz tapped the table and received another card. He looked disgruntled as he tapped the table again, the dealer gave him another card and he looked extremely upset. He slammed the table with his fist, and flipped the dealer a chip as a tip. He stood up, in a full dark suit which he adjusted, and began to walk away. Mickie stood up as well. She was in a short blue dress. Miz shook his head in disgust.
The Miz: I know this week I'm facing someone who people refer to as a lunatic, but the way I'm feeling like now, I'm about to be the only true lunatic in this match. First, I lose to PJ Black AGAIN.. and now I can't even win a blackjack hand in Vegas. I mean if I know anything, I know I'm not a loser.. so I don't guess there's really only one thing left to do here.
Mickie James: What's that?
The Miz: It's time to start winning again.
Mickie James: I love that idea. Let's start Monday with Dean Ambrose.
The Miz nodded and rubbed his chin.
The Miz: What an EXCELLENT idea. Dean Ambrose, he's unhinged, he's wild, he would run into traffic just to show how crazy he is. He would forget to take a shower, just to show how smelly he can be. The one thing I don't want him to try and prove is that I ACTUALLY am a loser. One loss to PJ Black and a couple blackjack hands, is not going to be starting any kind of losing streak. This Monday I have a chance to become one step closer to being the EBWF Gateway champion, and I plan on taking advantage of it. Let's face it, Dean Ambrose may not even make it to our match tomorrow night. Don't you just have visions of him sitting at one of these slot machines with a cup full of nickles like head butting through glass when he loses spin after spin, all the way until the wee hours of the morning. Cigarette in hand, binge drinking, and trying to figure out how to get a win. The facts of the situation is, he's not winning on a slot machine, and he's damn sure not winning in the ring on Monday Night. The reason is that he's a losing spin Mickie, and I'm the mother freaking Jackpot of a man. I'm clean cut, well spoken, talented, good looking.. he's well.. disgusting.. can't form a sentence, kinda sucks, and... disgusting.. did I already mention that?
Mickie nodded.
Mickie James: Worth mentioning twice.
The Miz: What's most disgusting is he even has this chance to stand in my way of becoming the #1 contender for the Gateway title. What's most disgusting is that someone like me has to go up against someone like him.
The Miz sat back down at the blackjack table.
The Miz: The fact is this though, he is in front of me, he's a roadblock in my way of getting back on track. My loss to PJ Black on Monday was unfortunate but..
The dealer dealt the Miz a blackjack.
The Miz: I have a feeling my fortune is about to change very very soon. Because I'm The Miz- and I'm awesome!
Dealer: Congrats Sir.
The dealer handed The Miz his winnings, as the scene faded to black.
Once again PJ Black reigned supreme in the EBWF. He was on a roll that nobody seemed to be able to derail. The Miz was his latest victim. Miz has been attacking this business from a different angle as of a late, but the new outlook did not help him against a man who has been an Achilles heel of sorts. Miz would have to quickly regroup as there was certainly no rest for the weary. In Las Vegas, Nevada- the Miz would be going head to head with Dean Ambrose for a right to become the #1 Contender for the Gateway Championship. People in Vegas are looking for lucky nights and fun, it was certain that Miz never thought he needed luck, but in order for him to have a fun night in Vegas his luck in the ring would have to change from just one week ago.
The scene opened up in a casino in Las Vegas. It was the Sunday before Warfare. The camera panned around looking for someone. It finally found The Miz and Mickie James. They were sitting at a blackjack table. Miz tapped the table and received another card. He looked disgruntled as he tapped the table again, the dealer gave him another card and he looked extremely upset. He slammed the table with his fist, and flipped the dealer a chip as a tip. He stood up, in a full dark suit which he adjusted, and began to walk away. Mickie stood up as well. She was in a short blue dress. Miz shook his head in disgust.
The Miz: I know this week I'm facing someone who people refer to as a lunatic, but the way I'm feeling like now, I'm about to be the only true lunatic in this match. First, I lose to PJ Black AGAIN.. and now I can't even win a blackjack hand in Vegas. I mean if I know anything, I know I'm not a loser.. so I don't guess there's really only one thing left to do here.
Mickie James: What's that?
The Miz: It's time to start winning again.
Mickie James: I love that idea. Let's start Monday with Dean Ambrose.
The Miz nodded and rubbed his chin.
The Miz: What an EXCELLENT idea. Dean Ambrose, he's unhinged, he's wild, he would run into traffic just to show how crazy he is. He would forget to take a shower, just to show how smelly he can be. The one thing I don't want him to try and prove is that I ACTUALLY am a loser. One loss to PJ Black and a couple blackjack hands, is not going to be starting any kind of losing streak. This Monday I have a chance to become one step closer to being the EBWF Gateway champion, and I plan on taking advantage of it. Let's face it, Dean Ambrose may not even make it to our match tomorrow night. Don't you just have visions of him sitting at one of these slot machines with a cup full of nickles like head butting through glass when he loses spin after spin, all the way until the wee hours of the morning. Cigarette in hand, binge drinking, and trying to figure out how to get a win. The facts of the situation is, he's not winning on a slot machine, and he's damn sure not winning in the ring on Monday Night. The reason is that he's a losing spin Mickie, and I'm the mother freaking Jackpot of a man. I'm clean cut, well spoken, talented, good looking.. he's well.. disgusting.. can't form a sentence, kinda sucks, and... disgusting.. did I already mention that?
Mickie nodded.
Mickie James: Worth mentioning twice.
The Miz: What's most disgusting is he even has this chance to stand in my way of becoming the #1 contender for the Gateway title. What's most disgusting is that someone like me has to go up against someone like him.
The Miz sat back down at the blackjack table.
The Miz: The fact is this though, he is in front of me, he's a roadblock in my way of getting back on track. My loss to PJ Black on Monday was unfortunate but..
The dealer dealt the Miz a blackjack.
The Miz: I have a feeling my fortune is about to change very very soon. Because I'm The Miz- and I'm awesome!
Dealer: Congrats Sir.
The dealer handed The Miz his winnings, as the scene faded to black.