Post by Cody on Feb 11, 2010 22:34:25 GMT -5
-Name-
Cody
-Age-
16
-I decided to join Blade my boy. If Raggy is here, I could have some fun. Add to me that card and I'll show you fake virtual efed ratings!
-
THY WWE CONTRACT
___________________
-Real Name-
Phil Brooks
-Ring Name-
CM Punk
-Nicknames-
The Second City Saint
The Straight Edge Savior
-Height-
6 ft 1 in
-Weight-
222 lb
-Alignment-
Heel
-Hometown-
Chicago, Illinois
-Theme Music-
"Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI
-Finishers-
GTS[Go To Sleep] Fireman's carry dropped into a knee strike to the face
Anaconda Vise (Arm trap compression chokehold or an arm triangle choke)
-Signature Moves-
Arm wrench followed by stepping a leg over the wrenched arm and performing a mule kick with the leg below the opponent's face
Diving crossbody
Double underhook backbreaker
Jumping hammerlock twisted into a short–range lariat
One–handed bulldog
Rope hung arm trap can opener
-Sample-
[This is just an RP I made a few days ago in another fed against a guy that I knew wasn't going to RP. So, sometimes I may be better than this, and other times, who knows?]
A sold-out crowd was roaring with excitement inside of the filled arena where there was barely enough room to breathe. It was all dark except for the stage with the lighting of thousands of LED glowing together on the stage. One big spotlight stood centered on the ring placed directly in the middle of the stage surrounded by hard barricades to keep the fans back a distance from the action. The big ramp stretching down with gates that met the barrier down at the bottom. It was the normal sights of ordinary wrestling in the modern day. The fans were everywhere, and it was an atmosphere that one could only dream about for one particular show. Cameras chased the stand-out fans who screamed at the top of their lungs dreaming about that chance of having their face on national television. Signs stood up with the half an hour creativity of markers and print-outs from the computer and magazines filling the white space with messages and encouragement for the favorites in the back locker-room. Man, woman, and child alike shares the same enthusiasm sitting side by side in the folding chairs spread evenly upon the black scenery. About a quarter of the way up the concrete stairs were big long bands of EBWF graphics circling around the arena and flashing. And then above all and in the center of attention to the entire arena. Up in the rafters were big bold letters that spelt out the pay-per-view which made everyone's blood run hot. WRESTLEMANIA.
A sudden change in mood came when the stage started to change colors and fans came out to voice their arousal. All of a sudden, a rainbow twist of colors emerged on the huge HD screen place in between the lighting and stage. Everything glowed with pure happiness, rock and roll played out loud through the speakers which seemed to bounce the entire place. Fans jumped to their feet. It was "Ain't No Make Believe" by The Stonefree Experience which just exploded fans to their feet in a standing ovation and a massive jumble of everyone standing up in order to see who was coming out of the curtains. Finally after the long wait and anxious fans on their tip toes to see above everyone. The long black curtain shuffled open and out ran a rather average tall man came out with a slow run. He came to a slow motion pause of stage and things started to move slower in time as if the play was under review in an important game and his hair blew in the wind going behind his back. He raised his hands and did a signature taunt as John Morrison's name flew up letter by letter in the rainbow twist of colors in white letters and a border of black along them. Fans realized just who it was standing in the path down the ramp and opened up in a cheer. John smiled and began to walk down the ramp grabbing the hands of fans along the way then came to a stop when he reached the steel steps to look around. His pure white teeth were glistening in the lights which opened up on him and he then ran up the three steps and through the middle rope. Morrison took a few minutes to soak up the moment and climbed up on top of the ropes with his hands at his side and a look of confidence upon his face.
The ring announcer tossed up a mic to him and he took it with him to center ring to be the center of attention by all the fans who were still cheering him on as he stood in the ring with a large smile stretching across the face. It seemed like the entire John Morrison fan base were alive and well in the arena. They cheered him along as he went in a circle in his spot to check out the fans. His t-shirt was white with his face portrayed in a cartoon form with colors filling everything. His jeans were a faded blue, and a few rips went up and down the front and back of his leg. He had wire glasses with large frames at the end. The frames had a black tint and there was a cross decal on each lens. He was well-built and he even seemed to be sporting a great physical ability. Finally the music ended and he raised the mic up to his mouth, ready to talk.
"What's up EBWF? Allow me to reintroduce to you who I am, I'm John Morrison! The Guru of Greatness, The A-Lister, The Ambassador of Abdominals, let's not forget... Now that I am an EBWF superstar.. there are no more restrictions to one night a week I see all the fans! No longer am I just the ordinary Friday Night star, I am now your Monday AND Thursday Night DELIGHT! For months, I have been planning my opportunity to set foot in an EBWF ring in front of all you fans. No, I have been waiting; I have been all about the EBWF. The Rock Star of Wrestling is finally here to lighten up your broadcasting! Now it all starts this week on Aggression this week where I will be facing Moo-moo-mu-mu-hammada? Seriously, the guy who took off his belt and beat J.R. like Chris Brown beat Rihanna? Where is his little buddy, Daverrri or whatever? You know something- I am more than happy to--"
An interruption came from the speakers on the stage when "I Came To Play" by Downstrait came across the speakers and the black curtain flew open to see The Miz walking down the ramp with a microphone already in hand. The angry boos and bad response to his coming from the fans was everywhere. The cheers that were just around a few minutes ago to the introduction of John Morrison now changed to the sad weeps of seeing the spiked hair of The Miz. He wore a black vest over top of a black shirt with a grey tie tucked under the buttoned vest. He wore a pair of black dress pants and even sported a single bracelet on his right hand. His hair had blonde streaks going up and down and the rest was left brown and it stuck straight up in the air. He walked down the ramp in a slow pace to make John wait. Their history together was endless, for months in the WWE wrestling promotion, they shared tag team gold and won an award together for the many editions of a wrestling Dirt Sheet. He finally made it up into the ring where he met John in the center. The Miz had on his classic devilish smile on which he wore half of the time, being one of the most hated stars on the roster. You could just sense the cocky attitude coming off of him. If ignorance had a scent, The Miz would be wearing it and sponsoring it. He put an end to his own music with a flick of his hand and stared into the sun-glasses of John Morrison.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the former partner of the greatest champion in the world. You know Morrison; I'm beginning to think you just can't get enough of my good looks and ring style. There always was that ring with your name, what was it? Oh right, HOMO JoMo. I'm glad that I ended this tag team before you ruined my career and brought me to the lowest level of wrestling. And now, you have decided to grace your presence in the EBWF, well good luck rising these ranks John. You see, I have been here a lot longer than you here, and you know something? To you, I look like a veteran on this EBWF roster. So if anybody is getting a title shot or even a place in EBWF, it's gonna be me."
"Funny Mike, I didn't know that they were referring the veterans to jobbers now. You haven't changed a bit I see, still as much as an asshole as you were when I had told you up in WWE. I'm done talking about that place though now, what happened is the past, and I am all about the present baby. John Morrison is the present and I am going to be the future too Miz. Oh and by the way, didn't you already get enough title shots for the entire 2010 in just a few months? Oh and how many titles did you get out of that? Seems that I forgot."
John scratched his head as if to be trying to remember and The Miz rolled his eyes. He turned his head to the side and cocked his eyebrows with a chuckle as he came back to face him. He comes back with more intimidation in his voice as he gets closer to Morrison with anger. He hated to be out-smarted or bettered any day and it wasn't going over well with him being talked down to by his former tag team partner.
"Okay, Morrison first of all, all of those matches here were rigged. I mean come on, how is it that I lost any title match? You weren't here for any of that anyway so don't even talk about something that you know nothing about! And all of you fans SHUT UP! You don't deserve to be in this arena to watch me talk, you don't deserve to be in my sight, what makes you think that you can cheer this washed up waste of my time."
"No Mike, I think it's time you shut up, these are the fans of John Morrison and if you hate these people so much, then what do you believe they think of you? Coming out here week after week talking about how you were rigged of a title shot, talking about how the world owes you one big title for The Miz and his arrogance. And you know what, I'm starting to think like you again Mike. Sure, let's make Mike The Miz one big championship, the LOSER TITLE. Hey, you never know Mike; maybe you will be able to win that one. Or maybe, just a little thought, you will lose that one to CM Punk like you do everything else. Oh, light bulb! I just wrote your next appearance on EBWF for you. The Miz coming out and complaining about how he lost AGAIN. Isn't that a shame, now no one has to watch you next week. What will we do?"
John Morrison has the fans all on his side and he is rallying up everyone who starts to follow his words with cries of excitement and cheering to show their support of him against The Miz. His words were getting stronger followed by exclamation and The Miz was getting frustrated. His temper slowly started to rise after Morrison's rants.
"At least I'm not.. HOMO JOMO!"
"Oh wow Miz, oh wow. I am so hurt that you can pull the gay card. So can my nine year old cousin, who by the way has better abs than you. And speaking of which.. let's just see who is straighter to the people who matter."
John tossed down the mic and ripped off the colorful shirt revealing a 6 pack of abdominals which set off the lady fans off in the arena with a cheer and whistles. The Miz kept shaking his head and grew in anger. John was smiling and the cheers kept going as Miz flipped his hands in the air.
"I DON'T CARE what you have under your shirt. I'm a CHICK MAGNET! So Cal Val couldn't keep her hands off of me and there isn't a single Diva in that back locker-room that doesn't want a piece of The Miz. No man with a brain wants a piece of this and the ladies can't keep their hands off of me. I nailed Layla and I damn sure would have had hit Val too. Try me on that topic John, let's go! Do you seriously think that on your brightest day, you could stand up and face me like a man? You never beat me in a singles match and this week you are going to fall victim to Muhammad and oh it will be bitter sweet to see you on the ground."
"Seems to be just like the Super Bowl Half-time performance here Mikey, who, who, who cares? So what if you nailed that lesbian chick Layla? SO WHAT if So Cal Val managed you? You sure seem very pleased with yourself to think that Val was into you at all. Don't you think that saying she loved you is just a bit generous of a statement on your part? I mean what chick could love the 5 foot gel abusing loud mouth? If Val really loved you, then boy she sure loved Elijah Burke huh? Is that why you speared her? Because she loved you? Happy Valentines Day Miz, you are going be spending this year and your life alone because you're just so Awwwweeeesommmme! I'm not going to fight you Mike; I'm done with wasting my time with you. No, instead, I am going to focus on something that matters. This week Muhammad, and next week, whoever stands in my way. Come on 'invisible' champion, that's how it's gonna stay. Now if we could on bring back Phantasio back from the unemployment line to make you DISAPEAR! But who is going to care anyway Miz, it's just a waste of time. Because whenever you leave here, nobody is going to care anymore. Who is The Miz, just that washed up kid who never made it big."
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE MIZ? EVERYONE CARES ABOUT THE MIZ! I make EBWF! Nobody would watch EBWF, Warfare, or Aggression if I wasn't here! You need me, Wes needs me, the fans need me, I am essential. I can't be replaced! You won't even be debuting at Aggression Thursday because I'M THE MIZ... AND I'M... AWWWWEEEEESSSSOOOMMMME!"
John Morrison put his fingers on his face and just stared down at The Miz for a second. He looked down on him like he was the worst low-life in all of wrestling. He waited for him to return down from the mic and lower his face down to focus on Morrison again. Mizanin looked at him with bold eyes and a smile of such anger with a hint of laughter almost.
"Hmm. Your right Miz, I'm not going to be actually 'debuting' at Aggression. I'm going to end this right here and right now. I'm going to debut right now and end this once and for all."
John attacked Miz and a huge punch to the face and pounced on him with more punches and kept going at him with rage. It was sweet revenge, not only for Morrison, but for the entire EBWF fan base. Miz escaped the position of Morrison and tried to scamper off on hands and knees out of the ring but JoMo caught him with two kicks to the head. He fell to the ground and was tossed into the middle of the ring again. The Miz got right back up and John came in with a clothesline and kept striking with the continuing fists. It was a terrific match-up with no rules of which Morrison was dominating. He finally grabbed Miz and dragged him over to the ring post on the upper right side of the ring and hit a drop kick which planted Mike on the mat. He climbed the three ropes and the fans went wild for what was to come next. STARSHIP PAIN! The Miz bounced and rolled out of the ring below the bottom ropes in pain grasping his stomach with his arms. John stood up in the ring again shirtless and put on his sun-glasses again from the ground while flicking his hair from his face. The Miz crawled his way to the ramp and collapsed on the floor. He picked up the mic from the mat and raised it back for a final time breathing heavy from his ambush on the jerk of EBWF.
"Aggression. This Thursday, I am going to do that same thing to Muhammad. And for all of you out there wondering, this ain't no make believe. EBWF is now officially home to The Palace of Wisdom. This is John Morrison! Tune in.. to the Thursday Night Delight!"
The screen faded to black.
Cody
-Age-
16
-I decided to join Blade my boy. If Raggy is here, I could have some fun. Add to me that card and I'll show you fake virtual efed ratings!
-THY WWE CONTRACT
___________________
-Real Name-
Phil Brooks
-Ring Name-
CM Punk
-Nicknames-
The Second City Saint
The Straight Edge Savior
-Height-
6 ft 1 in
-Weight-
222 lb
-Alignment-
Heel
-Hometown-
Chicago, Illinois
-Theme Music-
"Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI
-Finishers-
GTS[Go To Sleep] Fireman's carry dropped into a knee strike to the face
Anaconda Vise (Arm trap compression chokehold or an arm triangle choke)
-Signature Moves-
Arm wrench followed by stepping a leg over the wrenched arm and performing a mule kick with the leg below the opponent's face
Diving crossbody
Double underhook backbreaker
Jumping hammerlock twisted into a short–range lariat
One–handed bulldog
Rope hung arm trap can opener
-Sample-
[This is just an RP I made a few days ago in another fed against a guy that I knew wasn't going to RP. So, sometimes I may be better than this, and other times, who knows?]
A sold-out crowd was roaring with excitement inside of the filled arena where there was barely enough room to breathe. It was all dark except for the stage with the lighting of thousands of LED glowing together on the stage. One big spotlight stood centered on the ring placed directly in the middle of the stage surrounded by hard barricades to keep the fans back a distance from the action. The big ramp stretching down with gates that met the barrier down at the bottom. It was the normal sights of ordinary wrestling in the modern day. The fans were everywhere, and it was an atmosphere that one could only dream about for one particular show. Cameras chased the stand-out fans who screamed at the top of their lungs dreaming about that chance of having their face on national television. Signs stood up with the half an hour creativity of markers and print-outs from the computer and magazines filling the white space with messages and encouragement for the favorites in the back locker-room. Man, woman, and child alike shares the same enthusiasm sitting side by side in the folding chairs spread evenly upon the black scenery. About a quarter of the way up the concrete stairs were big long bands of EBWF graphics circling around the arena and flashing. And then above all and in the center of attention to the entire arena. Up in the rafters were big bold letters that spelt out the pay-per-view which made everyone's blood run hot. WRESTLEMANIA.
A sudden change in mood came when the stage started to change colors and fans came out to voice their arousal. All of a sudden, a rainbow twist of colors emerged on the huge HD screen place in between the lighting and stage. Everything glowed with pure happiness, rock and roll played out loud through the speakers which seemed to bounce the entire place. Fans jumped to their feet. It was "Ain't No Make Believe" by The Stonefree Experience which just exploded fans to their feet in a standing ovation and a massive jumble of everyone standing up in order to see who was coming out of the curtains. Finally after the long wait and anxious fans on their tip toes to see above everyone. The long black curtain shuffled open and out ran a rather average tall man came out with a slow run. He came to a slow motion pause of stage and things started to move slower in time as if the play was under review in an important game and his hair blew in the wind going behind his back. He raised his hands and did a signature taunt as John Morrison's name flew up letter by letter in the rainbow twist of colors in white letters and a border of black along them. Fans realized just who it was standing in the path down the ramp and opened up in a cheer. John smiled and began to walk down the ramp grabbing the hands of fans along the way then came to a stop when he reached the steel steps to look around. His pure white teeth were glistening in the lights which opened up on him and he then ran up the three steps and through the middle rope. Morrison took a few minutes to soak up the moment and climbed up on top of the ropes with his hands at his side and a look of confidence upon his face.
The ring announcer tossed up a mic to him and he took it with him to center ring to be the center of attention by all the fans who were still cheering him on as he stood in the ring with a large smile stretching across the face. It seemed like the entire John Morrison fan base were alive and well in the arena. They cheered him along as he went in a circle in his spot to check out the fans. His t-shirt was white with his face portrayed in a cartoon form with colors filling everything. His jeans were a faded blue, and a few rips went up and down the front and back of his leg. He had wire glasses with large frames at the end. The frames had a black tint and there was a cross decal on each lens. He was well-built and he even seemed to be sporting a great physical ability. Finally the music ended and he raised the mic up to his mouth, ready to talk.
"What's up EBWF? Allow me to reintroduce to you who I am, I'm John Morrison! The Guru of Greatness, The A-Lister, The Ambassador of Abdominals, let's not forget... Now that I am an EBWF superstar.. there are no more restrictions to one night a week I see all the fans! No longer am I just the ordinary Friday Night star, I am now your Monday AND Thursday Night DELIGHT! For months, I have been planning my opportunity to set foot in an EBWF ring in front of all you fans. No, I have been waiting; I have been all about the EBWF. The Rock Star of Wrestling is finally here to lighten up your broadcasting! Now it all starts this week on Aggression this week where I will be facing Moo-moo-mu-mu-hammada? Seriously, the guy who took off his belt and beat J.R. like Chris Brown beat Rihanna? Where is his little buddy, Daverrri or whatever? You know something- I am more than happy to--"
An interruption came from the speakers on the stage when "I Came To Play" by Downstrait came across the speakers and the black curtain flew open to see The Miz walking down the ramp with a microphone already in hand. The angry boos and bad response to his coming from the fans was everywhere. The cheers that were just around a few minutes ago to the introduction of John Morrison now changed to the sad weeps of seeing the spiked hair of The Miz. He wore a black vest over top of a black shirt with a grey tie tucked under the buttoned vest. He wore a pair of black dress pants and even sported a single bracelet on his right hand. His hair had blonde streaks going up and down and the rest was left brown and it stuck straight up in the air. He walked down the ramp in a slow pace to make John wait. Their history together was endless, for months in the WWE wrestling promotion, they shared tag team gold and won an award together for the many editions of a wrestling Dirt Sheet. He finally made it up into the ring where he met John in the center. The Miz had on his classic devilish smile on which he wore half of the time, being one of the most hated stars on the roster. You could just sense the cocky attitude coming off of him. If ignorance had a scent, The Miz would be wearing it and sponsoring it. He put an end to his own music with a flick of his hand and stared into the sun-glasses of John Morrison.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the former partner of the greatest champion in the world. You know Morrison; I'm beginning to think you just can't get enough of my good looks and ring style. There always was that ring with your name, what was it? Oh right, HOMO JoMo. I'm glad that I ended this tag team before you ruined my career and brought me to the lowest level of wrestling. And now, you have decided to grace your presence in the EBWF, well good luck rising these ranks John. You see, I have been here a lot longer than you here, and you know something? To you, I look like a veteran on this EBWF roster. So if anybody is getting a title shot or even a place in EBWF, it's gonna be me."
"Funny Mike, I didn't know that they were referring the veterans to jobbers now. You haven't changed a bit I see, still as much as an asshole as you were when I had told you up in WWE. I'm done talking about that place though now, what happened is the past, and I am all about the present baby. John Morrison is the present and I am going to be the future too Miz. Oh and by the way, didn't you already get enough title shots for the entire 2010 in just a few months? Oh and how many titles did you get out of that? Seems that I forgot."
John scratched his head as if to be trying to remember and The Miz rolled his eyes. He turned his head to the side and cocked his eyebrows with a chuckle as he came back to face him. He comes back with more intimidation in his voice as he gets closer to Morrison with anger. He hated to be out-smarted or bettered any day and it wasn't going over well with him being talked down to by his former tag team partner.
"Okay, Morrison first of all, all of those matches here were rigged. I mean come on, how is it that I lost any title match? You weren't here for any of that anyway so don't even talk about something that you know nothing about! And all of you fans SHUT UP! You don't deserve to be in this arena to watch me talk, you don't deserve to be in my sight, what makes you think that you can cheer this washed up waste of my time."
"No Mike, I think it's time you shut up, these are the fans of John Morrison and if you hate these people so much, then what do you believe they think of you? Coming out here week after week talking about how you were rigged of a title shot, talking about how the world owes you one big title for The Miz and his arrogance. And you know what, I'm starting to think like you again Mike. Sure, let's make Mike The Miz one big championship, the LOSER TITLE. Hey, you never know Mike; maybe you will be able to win that one. Or maybe, just a little thought, you will lose that one to CM Punk like you do everything else. Oh, light bulb! I just wrote your next appearance on EBWF for you. The Miz coming out and complaining about how he lost AGAIN. Isn't that a shame, now no one has to watch you next week. What will we do?"
John Morrison has the fans all on his side and he is rallying up everyone who starts to follow his words with cries of excitement and cheering to show their support of him against The Miz. His words were getting stronger followed by exclamation and The Miz was getting frustrated. His temper slowly started to rise after Morrison's rants.
"At least I'm not.. HOMO JOMO!"
"Oh wow Miz, oh wow. I am so hurt that you can pull the gay card. So can my nine year old cousin, who by the way has better abs than you. And speaking of which.. let's just see who is straighter to the people who matter."
John tossed down the mic and ripped off the colorful shirt revealing a 6 pack of abdominals which set off the lady fans off in the arena with a cheer and whistles. The Miz kept shaking his head and grew in anger. John was smiling and the cheers kept going as Miz flipped his hands in the air.
"I DON'T CARE what you have under your shirt. I'm a CHICK MAGNET! So Cal Val couldn't keep her hands off of me and there isn't a single Diva in that back locker-room that doesn't want a piece of The Miz. No man with a brain wants a piece of this and the ladies can't keep their hands off of me. I nailed Layla and I damn sure would have had hit Val too. Try me on that topic John, let's go! Do you seriously think that on your brightest day, you could stand up and face me like a man? You never beat me in a singles match and this week you are going to fall victim to Muhammad and oh it will be bitter sweet to see you on the ground."
"Seems to be just like the Super Bowl Half-time performance here Mikey, who, who, who cares? So what if you nailed that lesbian chick Layla? SO WHAT if So Cal Val managed you? You sure seem very pleased with yourself to think that Val was into you at all. Don't you think that saying she loved you is just a bit generous of a statement on your part? I mean what chick could love the 5 foot gel abusing loud mouth? If Val really loved you, then boy she sure loved Elijah Burke huh? Is that why you speared her? Because she loved you? Happy Valentines Day Miz, you are going be spending this year and your life alone because you're just so Awwwweeeesommmme! I'm not going to fight you Mike; I'm done with wasting my time with you. No, instead, I am going to focus on something that matters. This week Muhammad, and next week, whoever stands in my way. Come on 'invisible' champion, that's how it's gonna stay. Now if we could on bring back Phantasio back from the unemployment line to make you DISAPEAR! But who is going to care anyway Miz, it's just a waste of time. Because whenever you leave here, nobody is going to care anymore. Who is The Miz, just that washed up kid who never made it big."
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE MIZ? EVERYONE CARES ABOUT THE MIZ! I make EBWF! Nobody would watch EBWF, Warfare, or Aggression if I wasn't here! You need me, Wes needs me, the fans need me, I am essential. I can't be replaced! You won't even be debuting at Aggression Thursday because I'M THE MIZ... AND I'M... AWWWWEEEEESSSSOOOMMMME!"
John Morrison put his fingers on his face and just stared down at The Miz for a second. He looked down on him like he was the worst low-life in all of wrestling. He waited for him to return down from the mic and lower his face down to focus on Morrison again. Mizanin looked at him with bold eyes and a smile of such anger with a hint of laughter almost.
"Hmm. Your right Miz, I'm not going to be actually 'debuting' at Aggression. I'm going to end this right here and right now. I'm going to debut right now and end this once and for all."
John attacked Miz and a huge punch to the face and pounced on him with more punches and kept going at him with rage. It was sweet revenge, not only for Morrison, but for the entire EBWF fan base. Miz escaped the position of Morrison and tried to scamper off on hands and knees out of the ring but JoMo caught him with two kicks to the head. He fell to the ground and was tossed into the middle of the ring again. The Miz got right back up and John came in with a clothesline and kept striking with the continuing fists. It was a terrific match-up with no rules of which Morrison was dominating. He finally grabbed Miz and dragged him over to the ring post on the upper right side of the ring and hit a drop kick which planted Mike on the mat. He climbed the three ropes and the fans went wild for what was to come next. STARSHIP PAIN! The Miz bounced and rolled out of the ring below the bottom ropes in pain grasping his stomach with his arms. John stood up in the ring again shirtless and put on his sun-glasses again from the ground while flicking his hair from his face. The Miz crawled his way to the ramp and collapsed on the floor. He picked up the mic from the mat and raised it back for a final time breathing heavy from his ambush on the jerk of EBWF.
"Aggression. This Thursday, I am going to do that same thing to Muhammad. And for all of you out there wondering, this ain't no make believe. EBWF is now officially home to The Palace of Wisdom. This is John Morrison! Tune in.. to the Thursday Night Delight!"
The screen faded to black.
