- Awesome -
Haters gonna hate; that's not a hard idea to grasp, is it?
Not everyone was going to like you, you knew right off the bat. It happens to anybody who becomes famous. But you weren't prepared for the sheer amount of hatred and revulsion that came your way.
The moment you walked into this company, these people wanted you to turn around and walk right back through that door. Apparently, they didn't want some reality television star taking away TV time from other talents. Oh, how that would have pleased them to watch you leave. How happy they would have been telling you not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.
It took a while. But you started climbing your way up the moment you decided, "the hell with them." As one would joke, you stopped being polite, and started getting real.
With every passing day, you improved more and more, becoming evident with multiple success in the tag team and United States championship divisions.
Still, they booed.
Then, you climbed two different ladders - one literal, one metaphorical - and stood at the very top with the Money in the Bank.
And they hated your guts for it.
But when you finally won that WWE Championship and then successfully retained the belt against the so-called face of this generation in the main event of Wrestlemania, you thought that you had finally shut them up.
You were wrong.
Some things never change.
In fact, they hated you even more afterwards, because then you reminded them of everything they'd never have. The clothes, the cars, the girl – and most importantly – that world title which so perfectly fit around your waist. It's just like them to be jealous. See, you actually fulfilled your lifelong dream, while the only time they'll ever do so is in their dreams.
You didn't let them get you down though. Not then, and certainly not now.
They want you to shut up? Fat chance. If they think you're going to shut up any time soon, they have another thing coming. They want you to stop wrestling? All the more motivation to beat every single one of their precious fan favorites.
But some things do change.
Like the fact that you are no longer WWE Champion.
So at Elimination Chamber, you'd like to rectify that. It's a matter of pride, maybe, or perhaps it's a matter of jealousy.
You hear all of these stories about the other competitors: how CM Punk toiled away, perfecting his craft in the minor leagues; how Chris Jericho originated every single idea in this business as one of the last members of a bygone era; or how R-Truth sails a pirate ship full of rainbow dreams to work everyday.
And much like they thought you stole attention away from those who "deserved it," it's clear that they're stealing attention away from someone who deserves all of it.
Every single eye in that arena should be fixed on you. Always.
You were the most must-see WWE Champion in all of history. Even while they hated your guts, they tuned in to see another sadsack test their luck against the almighty Miz. They wanted to see you get beat, but you refused to be defeated. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction. For you had more attitude than your Rock's or your Austin's, your persona was more entertaining than your Hogan's or Flairs, and you were a greater champion than Bruno "eight year" Sammartino himself. Like all of them, once you got a taste of the gold, all you knew is you wanted more of it. And once you main evented Wrestlemania, it became clear that you wanted to do this every single year.
So here's your chance. The world will be watching when you enter your first elimination chamber, and once that pod opens, it will be time to put up or shut up. And as you said, it'll be a very long time before the Miz ever shuts up.
It doesn't matter what kind of hell you'll be put through inside that steel beast. Going through the chamber will be worth it for that brief moment when you silence your critics and then hold up the world title for all to see.
And when the crowd starts back up again, screaming for your head and pleading for anybody to come out and stop this madness, you'll laugh in each and every one of their faces.
"Told you so," you'll tell them. "Be jealous," you'll say.
Be jealous, because they're not the Miz.
Be jealous, because they're not WWE Champion.
Be jealous, because they'll never, ever, be awesome.
- The Miz -
A/N: I'm hoping to get at least one more chapter posted today, and a head start on the next two.
Thanks for reading. Reviews are not only encouraged, they're allowed. Next chapter: Face.
