Post by avitus25 on Feb 19, 2010 17:50:44 GMT -5
The camera fades, and shows The Miz, wearing his tie/blazer/jumper combination. The material is faintly ruffled and uneven, and The Miz’s hair is slightly more deflated than usual. He is in a dark room, sat on a cheap, wooden chair, his head low and his face forlorn. He has none of his characteristic arrogance about him, and seems just as deflated as he was at the Bad Blood PPV. The camera pans out slightly and shows The Undertaker’s insignia leaning against the wall next to him. The Miz tilts his head and looks at the insignia, before sighing and leaning back in the chair.
The Miz: All that trauma. All that psychological battle, with The Undertaker. With myself. And look what it’s got me? More psychological trauma. I spent all of Sunday, worrying about my Natalya. Worrying about my match with The Undertaker. Worrying about my Title. And look what happened. I’m in exactly the same situation that I was before. I didn’t get the title. I didn’t beat The Undertaker. I didn’t save Natalya. What’s worst... I’ve lost myself. It’s got to the point where I can’t decide which hurts most... the title, Undertaker or Natalya. I always thought that his games were just that... games. But they are so much more. They gnaw away at your mind. They can change your life. You don’t realise at the time. They change you without your knowing. Over time you’ll get contaminated deeper and deeper. You’ll end up a mere shell of who you used to be. You’ll be a crippled shadow, trying to reclaim that which you used to be. That’s where I am going. It’s already started... I’m just unlucky enough to feel myself seeping away. Leaking through the cracks in my mind... my heart. As if to prove the point I’m sat here whining about it, while Natalya is still unconscious. She’s still trapped by The Undertaker. He’s claimed her, and whatever the hell he did to her is irreversible by anyone but him. I tried to make him undo it. I tried Natalya, I really did, but... but...
The Miz breaks down and begins to sob quietly for a few seconds, before recovering, wiping his eyes and beginning to speak again.
The Miz: I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t undo the pain you’ve been caused. I... I... I failed you. Now I have to live with the fact that it’s my fault. All of this is my fault. And the Undertaker will just keep on going. Infecting more and more people to his cause, and crushing those who are brave... no... stupid enough to try and stand up to him. No! No! I can feel it. Stop. Fight it. Taker. You’ll still the fraud. It’s mind games. You’re nothing more than an overhyped children’s entertainer, and one day your luck will run out. Your facade will slip, and I’ll be there to strike you down from your pedestal. I’ll be there to make sure that you stay down. I still want your title Undertaker. I still want to beat you. I still want to get my Natalya back and that’ll never change until I succeed. But it’s only fair that I fight my way back to the top. I fight my way back to earning the right to face you, and tonight is the first step on that journey. Tonight, I face your lackey... Triple H.
The Miz stands up and walks to stand in front of the insignia.
The Miz: Triple H was one of the most successful superstars in the history of Professional Wrestling. He was at the top of the WWE, and he’s helped the launch the careers of some of THE greatest stars today. He personifies professional wrestling, being heavily involved both in the ring and out. He’s been in the public eye for years, whether through success of controversy. He’s one of the people who inspired me to be a wrestler. But yet... He’s lowered himself. He’s decided to become just another sheep. He’s joined the Ministry. It’s pathetic. He’s lowered himself to just a servant. All of that hard work and effort, erased in one decision. He’s gone from the King of Kings, to a druid for the Undertaker. He’s discredited everything he’s ever done in the past, and now he’s nothing. Nothing to me. Just a stepping stone.
The Miz: All that trauma. All that psychological battle, with The Undertaker. With myself. And look what it’s got me? More psychological trauma. I spent all of Sunday, worrying about my Natalya. Worrying about my match with The Undertaker. Worrying about my Title. And look what happened. I’m in exactly the same situation that I was before. I didn’t get the title. I didn’t beat The Undertaker. I didn’t save Natalya. What’s worst... I’ve lost myself. It’s got to the point where I can’t decide which hurts most... the title, Undertaker or Natalya. I always thought that his games were just that... games. But they are so much more. They gnaw away at your mind. They can change your life. You don’t realise at the time. They change you without your knowing. Over time you’ll get contaminated deeper and deeper. You’ll end up a mere shell of who you used to be. You’ll be a crippled shadow, trying to reclaim that which you used to be. That’s where I am going. It’s already started... I’m just unlucky enough to feel myself seeping away. Leaking through the cracks in my mind... my heart. As if to prove the point I’m sat here whining about it, while Natalya is still unconscious. She’s still trapped by The Undertaker. He’s claimed her, and whatever the hell he did to her is irreversible by anyone but him. I tried to make him undo it. I tried Natalya, I really did, but... but...
The Miz breaks down and begins to sob quietly for a few seconds, before recovering, wiping his eyes and beginning to speak again.
The Miz: I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t undo the pain you’ve been caused. I... I... I failed you. Now I have to live with the fact that it’s my fault. All of this is my fault. And the Undertaker will just keep on going. Infecting more and more people to his cause, and crushing those who are brave... no... stupid enough to try and stand up to him. No! No! I can feel it. Stop. Fight it. Taker. You’ll still the fraud. It’s mind games. You’re nothing more than an overhyped children’s entertainer, and one day your luck will run out. Your facade will slip, and I’ll be there to strike you down from your pedestal. I’ll be there to make sure that you stay down. I still want your title Undertaker. I still want to beat you. I still want to get my Natalya back and that’ll never change until I succeed. But it’s only fair that I fight my way back to the top. I fight my way back to earning the right to face you, and tonight is the first step on that journey. Tonight, I face your lackey... Triple H.
The Miz stands up and walks to stand in front of the insignia.
The Miz: Triple H was one of the most successful superstars in the history of Professional Wrestling. He was at the top of the WWE, and he’s helped the launch the careers of some of THE greatest stars today. He personifies professional wrestling, being heavily involved both in the ring and out. He’s been in the public eye for years, whether through success of controversy. He’s one of the people who inspired me to be a wrestler. But yet... He’s lowered himself. He’s decided to become just another sheep. He’s joined the Ministry. It’s pathetic. He’s lowered himself to just a servant. All of that hard work and effort, erased in one decision. He’s gone from the King of Kings, to a druid for the Undertaker. He’s discredited everything he’s ever done in the past, and now he’s nothing. Nothing to me. Just a stepping stone.
