Here we go with a little more growth into Tommy End. Still narrowing my direction for him, so I hope you all enjoy. Good luck to DJ. Thanks to Jayme for the use of Zahra. And credit to Anton Szandor LaVey for the quotes used by Michael Dante from The Satanic Bible.


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A camera sparked to light to show an empty black wall. A faint static noise is heard as the camera begun to spin.

Female Voice: ”Come, this shit is old. The dude can’t even crack a good joke. I’m getting bored here.”

Buzzing was heard as an off screen light flickered but remained on. A golden papal cross was seen while the camera panned to the left. It hung alone on the black wall.

Male Voice: ”Calm yourself, for he is still blind.”

The room went silent, aside from the continuous buzzing of the light and the faint static. The camera rounded a corner as it continued to pan left. A faint light appeared on the left side of the screen. The light brightened as the camera continued.

Male Voice: ”Remember my dear, you were once just as blind as he is, but you saw the truth. So shall he. So shall everyone.”

The source of the light came into view. An old tube television flickered in slight static. A small amount of the video was picked up, it was The Miz. He stood off to the side of Michael Cole in what appeared to be his own locker room. Even with the low volume, Miz’s voice could be heard as he spoke on the television.

The Miz: ”....I just refuse to let anyone have any sort of success at the cost of me losing.. Sami Zayn, may resurrect his career.. he may turn things around.. but it's not going to happen tomorrow night. He's not going to gain the EBWF Gateway Championship.. and if he thinks he is.. he might as well go under a gateway into an insane asylum because he's god damn delusional. Sami Zayn.. it's not fun anymore.. it's not cute anymore.. it's actually just sad. The thing about The Miz.. is that I'm timeless. It's been 6 straight years of The Miz being a god damn institution in this place. If there's gold.. The Miz is close by.. if there's success I'm not too far away….”

The volume faded as the camera continued to turn. The old television moved out of sight, but in its place, some familiar faces came into view. First it was the raven hair beauty, Zahra Schreiber. She sat backwards on a wooden chair. She rested her chin on her arms, which were held up on the backrest of the chair. Next in the line stood the large Michael Dante. His arms crossed at his chest, he stayed in the shadows just behind the two wooden chairs.

Zahra Schreiber: ”I was not that delusional.”

The camera slowed as the third person came into view. Obvious from the previous two, the third was Tommy End. He sat with his back against the backrest. His right leg crossed over the top of his left. He had his hands clasped together at his chest as he looked forward. His eyes in the direction of the old tube television. He stared intensely at the screen.

Tommy End: ”The depth of the delusion does not matter, Zahra. I thought I taught you that. Yes, The Miz thinks very highly of himself. He has blinded himself by his own grandures. He has put himself higher than everyone. Higher than you. Higher than Dante. The Miz has even put himself higher than myself.”
Zahra Schreiber: ”Dude thinks he’s still all that. It’s not 2012 anymore. Miz ain’t shit.”
Tommy End: ”The test of time has not always favored The Miz, but there has been burst of greatness. He didn’t lie just now. Like a buzzard to a carcass, The Miz has always hovered around the EBWF championship scene for the majority of his career. Like the buzzard, The Miz swoops down at just the right time and takes his turn at the carcass. He gets in low, like with the EBWF Tag-Team Championships. He digs in deeper, let’s say the EBWF Intercontinental Championship. Sometimes, they go for the top and dig right in… The EBWF World Championship.”

Tommy leans up in the chair and puts his arms on his leg. He turns his head towards Zahra.

Tommy End: ”But also, just like a buzzard, The Miz.. He runs. Whenever something bigger, badder, scarier than the buzzard, they fly away, but not to far. They go back to the sky above and the hover. They circle and fester while others swoop in and take a piece out of the carcass. They watch and wait until that next time they get their chance.”
Zahra Schreiber: ”Ooo, dead carcass talk. You really know how to give a girl goosebumps.”

Zahra rubbed her arms as she smirked.

Tommy End: ”The Miz, he gets a lot of chances. He gets a lot of moments where he has a chance to swoop in and grab another piece of the carcass, but he misses. He comes up just short of getting a piece. So what does The Miz do? He floats back up to the sky and hovers to the next moment he gets a shot. Which is what The Miz thinks this is now.”

Tommy sunk back into the wooden chair as he took a deep breath.

Tommy End: ”He thinks that it’s his time to swoop back down and get yet another shot at glory. Another shot at the EBWF World Championship. At my expense.”

A faint sarcastic chuckle was heard in the background. The man in the shadows, Michael Dante shook his head but stood utterly still. Zahra turned her head and looked back at Dante.

Zahra Schreiber: ”Did he just laugh?”
Tommy End: ”I don’t usually condemn a man for being delusional. I know that they’re just blind and need to be shown the truth, but I will not let this delusion of The Miz believing he can get to another EBWF World Championship reign at my expense. That I just can’t let stand.”

Tommy grabbed at his beard as he ground his teeth. He exhaled through his nose as he continued.

Tommy End: ”In my 16 years in this business, no one has ever gotten anywhere at my expense. I have never been a stepping stone for someone else to prosper. We..

Tommy pointed back between himself and Michael Dante.

Tommy End: ”We have never let anyone make name off of us. Our whole lives, we’ve buried people who wanted to come at us, thinking they can get something more. We’ve buried people who wanted to come at us, thinking that they will walk right through us to something better. Something grand. And believe me, in those 16 years in this business, a lot of people have tried to step up to us. They tried to look past us. In those 16 years, a lot of people have thought they would be able to walk right over us. All of those people. All of them. We put them in their place. The two of us stood our ground, we took the beatings, the cuts, the scars. We showed each and everyone one of them that we’re not a stepping stone. We’re not a walk in the park. We’re not a taking off point for someone else’s career.”
Zahra Schreiber: ”No seriously, did he just laugh?”
Tommy End: ”Why would this be any different? Why would The Miz really think he could do this. Why would he think that he could really get another shot at the EBWF World Championship at my expense?”

Tommy shook his head slightly. Just then, Dante emerged from the shadows and looked down at Tommy. She shook his head slowly.

Michael Dante: ”Delusions.”

Zahra’s eyes widened as turned her body around and looked back at Dante.

Zahra Schreiber: ”WHAT THE… DANTE’S INFERNO TALKS?!”

Tommy sat there as Dante took a step back into the shadow. Zahra looked over at Tommy as he showed no acknowledgement of whether or not he heard Dante.

Zahra Schreiber: ”Seriously?! Come on!! Did anyone else hear that?”

She threw her arms up as the camera begun to pan right. The three moved out of screen the same direction they appeared. The camera panned back to the old tube television on which The Miz was still within the static.

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The screen flickered as the video begun. Two figures stood about a yard apart from each other. Donned in white gowns, both figures hid their identities behind white wolf masks. The video zoomed out to reveal a torch like beside both of the figures in the wolf masks. Slowly, in between both of the figures, walked up Michael Dante. In his hand he held a book.

Michael Dante: ”The person who takes every opportunity to "pick on" others is often mistakenly called "sadistic". In reality, this person is a misdirected masochist who is working towards his own destruction. The reason a person viciously strikes out against you is because they are afraid of you or what you represent, or are resentful of your happiness. They are weak, insecure, and on extremely shaky ground when you throw your curse, and they make ideal human sacrifices.”

Dante placed his hand on the book before he lowered his head. In front of all of them, Tommy End walked into view. Tommy kept his hand in the pockets of his suit slacks. His jacket was buttoned up with a white shirt on under.

Tommy End: ”Mike Mizanin.”

Tommy signed as he shook his head and turned to the camera.

Tommy End: ”Did I get that right? You’ve been telling us all who you are. You’ve been telling us all what you’ve done. Over and over again we here you reminding us who “The Miz” really is. Why is that, Miz? Why?

Is it because you’re actually that egotistical? Probably. But do you want to know what I think Miz? Do you want to know why I think you have to come on and remind us all who you are? It’s because you’re afraid of being forgotten. You’re afraid that everything that brought to the top. Everything that brought you to being one of the top stars in EBWF. You’re afraid that all of that will be forgotten.

All your jokes. All your puns. Everything that you think makes you, “The Miz”... Forgotten.”

Tommy took his hands out of his pockets and unbuttoned his jacket.

Tommy End: ”Now what can change that fate? Nothing. There is nothing you can do now Miz to save yourself from, yourself.

See Miz, your demise, it will not be done by my doing. It won’t be done by Kenny Omega’s doing. No, your demise, it’ll be done by you Miz. It’s alright started. Everything about you Miz, is leading to your demise.

All you jokes. All the jabs you make at all your opponents. All of that. They are your undoing. They are your downfall. You think it all makes you tough. You think it makes you untouchable, but it doesn’t. It in fact makes you weak. Just like Mr. Dante said.

“The person who takes every opportunity to "pick on" others is often mistakenly called "sadistic". In reality, this person is a misdirected masochist who is working towards his own destruction.”

You Miz, you’ve grown your who career on making fun of your opponents. You’ve made jokes about people’s names. Jokes about how they dress. Jokes about how they talk, how they think, who they are. Anything that you can find a joke about, you will dig deep into your third grade joke book, twist some things around, and make a joke about it. That’s who you are. That’s who you will always be.

You can claim to be a new Miz. You can claim that you’ve changed your ways. You’ve turned over a new leaf. Headed down a new path. But that’s not you.

He shook his head as he held up his hand.

Tommy End: ”You can’t get enough of making fun of people who you believe are beneath you. Which let’s face it Miz, that’s all of you. You think everyone is beneath you. You think that you’re God’s gift to this business. You’ve got all the talent and everyone else is playing catch up.

But none of that is true, is it Miz? You’re not this untouchable being. You’re not the greatest thing alive today. No. All of that, it’s in your head. You’re the only one that believes this. None of the Universe believes it. You call them your “Mizfits”, but they’re not. You think that you’ve won them over, but you haven’t. And you don’t care, do you? You don’t care if they love you or hate you. All you care about is yourself. They only opinion you care about is your own. You want everyone to listen to your opinions on everything, but when someone else talks, you never listen. Just like right now, I bet you’re not even listening to the words that are coming out of my mouth. I could stand here and praise you or bash you and you wouldn’t even notice. I could link arms with Dante and the two of us go skipping off into the woods. You wouldn’t pay any attention to it.

Instead, you’ll just rehash some dumb jokes. Throw a few insults. Tell us who you are. How you’re better. What you’ve accomplished in your last six years in the company. Which, we hear you. You’ve held championships. You’ve won Slammys. You’ve done it all, multiple times. We know your statistics, we hear them all the time.”

Tommy tucked his hands back into his pockets.

Tommy End: ”But you know what we’ve also been hearing lately. We’ve been hearing your name on the losing end of a things. We’ve been hearing your name lower down on the cards as of late.

Sure, you were recently the EBWF Gateway Champion. But as I said, we’ve been hearing your name on the losing side of things, which includes losing that championship.”

Tommy brings his right hand out of his pocket and motioned to himself.

Tommy End: ”Now sure, I don’t have anything to brag about. I haven’t done much here in EBWF. I’ve beaten two men. I survived til the final four of my first ever Royal Rumble Match. That’s it, there’s nothing special to brag about. But I don’t care what I accomplish.

Unlike you Miz, I’m not in it for the gold. I’m not in it for the glory. I don’t do this to please anyone. I do this because this is what I do. I do this because I love it. I love beating people up. I love kicking the heads off of people. I get a thrill unlike anything you have ever felt. Unlike anything you could ever feel Miz.

I’ll admit, back when I heard that some no name was wanting to get into wrestling, I figured you’d be out in a week. You surprised me, but I get it. This business is infectious and it really gets deep into the soul. I see that you have passion, but your passion is misguided by you ego. You passion is misguided by you belief that you there is no one better. You passion is misguided by the fact that you like to show your power by resorting to school yard bullying. And it is that kind of passion, that doesn’t burn. It’s that kind of passion that slowly burns out, which I’m sure your passion is dying Miz. You egotistical attitude is killing the passion that you have for this business, which in turn, is killing you.”

Tommy took his right hand and placed it back inside his pocket.

Tommy End: ”So at House of Havoc, in my backyard, you and I will show our passion. We will compete in a ladder match. It’s an interesting choice of match for us Miz.

At House of Havoc, you and I, we’re going to have to climb up that ladder and stake our claim to WrestleMania. We stake our claim to a shot at the EBWF World Championship. So not only are we climbing the ladder, but we’re climbing the mountain to the top. You want this as bad as I do, I know that. I know that you want this one more shot at the EBWF World Championship. You want it to prove that you still belong. I don’t need the championship to prove that I belong. I prove that on my own.

I want a good fight. I want a good opponent. I want to face the best, so I need to beat you. I need to beat Kenny Omega. I need to beat everyone. And I will. It started with Rey Mysterio. It continued with AJ Styles. It’ll continue with you Miz. Then it will move on to Kenny Omega at WrestleMania. I will not stop until I show the truth to everyone. That truth is no one is as good as they say they are.”

Tommy took a deep breath before he slowly walked off camera. Dante raised his head and looked down at his book. He lifted his hand off the pages and begun to read.

Michael Dante: ”No creed must be accepted upon authority of a "divine" nature. Religions must be put to the question. no moral dogma must be taken for granted- no standard of measurement deified. There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy!”

Dante slowly backed away from the two masked figures. His face faded into the darkness as the two masked figures turned to face the torches. They lifted them off the ground and turned in the direction Michael Dante faded away to. They begun to walk away from the camera. The torches grew dimmer as the screen slowly faded to black.