But anyway it finally came time for Miz to go out to the ring to unveil what was under the black sheet. We went out to the ring during the commercial break and waited until we came back. His music played after the commercial break ended, with Aly and myself standing by his side.
"Good evening, my name is Mike Mizanin and I have no right to be here. At least that's what they told me six years ago when I first started. Afterall I was the lowest form of life on the planet, a reality television star."
That's when they cue the titantron showing him on the Real World.
"So cute even back then." Aly muttered to herself
"So it was no surprise that in order to break out in the WWE, I had to start at the bottom. I had to start in a competition where I was a competitor on tough enough."
They cut to a picture of him on tough enough.
"Still cute." Aly muttered to herself.
"Good looking guy huh? Oh yeah, I know. Now as a competitor on tough enough I started hearing the voices. The voices of superstars, the voices of so called legends, the voices of each and every one of you. Asking 'why are you here', 'Miz you shouldnt be here, you should go back to Mtv'. Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? The fact is I refuse to leave, I refuse to cave into the pressure. So, I moved on. I did whatever I had to do to get a job here. So I became the host of smackdown."
They cut to a picture of him hosting smackdown.
"I'm going to say it again...still cute." Aly mutters.
"I know I could've done better than that, however the voices still got louder. Instead of asking me to leave, you were telling me to leave. You would sit there and say that I have no talent. There is no respect for you, Miz you don't belong. Each and every one of you would've refused. Each and every one of you...would've left. But I didn't, I stuck around and I formed a tag team with John Morrison. And I thought I made it, but no. Despite becoming tag team champions you all said that John Morrison was the star, I was just a sidekick. You said that I was riding John Morrison's coattails. And that if we split, I would be gone, I would vanish, I would fall into obscurity. But we did split and what happened? Huh? What happened? Anyone? Anyone at all know? I became the United States Champion. But that still wasn't good enough for you! You all called it a fluke! You all said that I would never rise to the next level! Then what happened? Huh? Then what happened? I'll give you a hint. I won Money In The Bank! I punched in my ticket to becoming a WWE Champion. So the man that didn't belong, the man that was shunned, the man that was ostricized, now can be looked at as the biggest star in this entire company! Which leads me to this."
He then walks over to where the black sheet was.
"Drumroll please." he says taking off the sheet revealing his WWE Magazine cover.
Aly and I clap.
"Wow!" she exclaims.
"My cover to the new WWE Magazine. Issues on stands now! You might be wondering why this is such a big deal. Because as a child, I bought every issue. I would put them in my bedroom and I would dream...I would dream of getting the cover of this magazine and now it has happened. So now that has happened, I want to hear it. I want to hear it from each and every one of you. I want to hear it from the kids, the men, the women, I want to hear it from every single person in this arena. I want you to stand up out of your seats. I want you to get up and do what you should've done a long time ago. I want you to admit that you were wrong!"
"That's right people, admit it!" Aly yells.
"All of you, you all were wrong! Each and every single one of you! I made it, I did it! I am the poster child, not Cena, not Orton, nobody besides me! You can't deny it, you can't hide from it. You all watching right now here and on Tv have no choice but to admit the fact that you were wrong. Because I'm the Miz and I have earned...earned the right to say I'm AWESOME!"
Aly claps and walks up to him and grabs onto his arm, but that's when music plays and we all look over and see Daniel Bryan walk out.
"Oh my god seriously?" I yell.
"What the hell?" Aly yells.
Miz grabs his title and briefcase as Aly holds onto him.
"Hi Mike Mizanin, my name is Daniel Bryan. Relax relax relax, I came out here to congratulate you. Seriously seriously, we have a lot in common, a lot more than you think. I mean nobody thought that I would ever make it either."
"You didn't make it. You have accomplished nothing in the WWE." Miz retorts back.
"Okay, touche touche. You're probably right, I mean clearly I haven't accomplished as much as you. Clearly I'm not the superstar that you are, I mean if you listened to that, I mean I just came out to generic rock music that I can't even identify. I mean I don't have the style that you do, I mean I have a haircut that I paid $10 for. I have to wear my wrestling gear in the back, just so security don't throw me out and even then I had to show them my I.D. three times. I mean if anything, I'm the anti-superstar. But one thing I do know, is that if I get to face you for the United States Championship, I can beat you."
"Oh hell no Bryan!" I scream.
"I agree, that you paid $10 for that haircut. But what on god's green earth makes you worthy to go against me for the United States Championship...nothing! You don't deserve it!"
"That's right!" Aly yells.
"You know what? You know what? You're probably right. You're probably right. And besides, if that match did happen, next month's WWE Magazine would probably, I mean it could look like this..."
A fake issue of the magazine shows up with Daniel Bryan putting Miz in a submission showing that he taps out. Aly takes the mic from Miz for a second.
"You? On a cover? Hahaha, you wish Bryan, you wish! L'asino di persona che sogna di essere una star egotistico!" she says in English then Italian, then hands the mic back to Miz who is flustered by Bryan.
"Calm down Sadie, calm down, you too Miz. Miz, I'm not coming out here saying that I'm going to rip you apart or tear you limb from limb or even that I'm going to beat you up. But I want you to know, that I can beat you. And that I can make you tap out. And that I can become the next United States Champion."
"In your dreams Bryan!" I yell
"Well let me tell you something, Daniel. I don't like you. I've never liked you. I didn't like you when you were my NXT rookie, I didn't like you when you took my spot on Smackdown. I didn't like you when...I didn't like you when you came out here and interrupted my moment right now. You say you can beat me? You can beat me? Well I can anniahilate you. I can beat you so bad that you'll beg to go back to the minor leagues."
"Whoa, wait a second, wait a second enough. You and me, U.S Championship match, yes or no?" Bryan asks.
"Yes." Miz confirms.
"Excellent excellent, thank you Miz, I appreciate it man."
"No no no Daniel thank you. Thank you.." Miz says as he goes to knock him out.
We back up and out of the way so we don't get hurt. Bryan stops Miz and goes to get him in that submission move. But then out of no where, Alex comes into the ring and start kicking Daniel getting him off of Miz.
"Alex? Where'd he come from?" I say to Aly.
Alex pick Bryan up going for his finisher move, Bryan jumps down and kicks Alex in the back of the head and gets him in the Lebel Lock.
"No!" I yell.
Miz gets the briefcase and goes to hit Bryan with it, but he throws him over the top rope as
Alex Rolls away.
"Alex get up!" I yell.
Aly gets out of the ring and rushes over to Miz to make sure he's okay. I stay in the ring because of Alex. Alex gets up and goes to knock down Bryan, but Bryan trips him and gets him in the Lebel Lock and Alex starts tapping out. But that's no use there' s no ref and this isn't a match. Miz walks up to the side of the ring, but then backs off because that's what Daniel Bryan would have wanted Miz to do. I get out of the ring and help Alex roll out. Then Daniel goes over the the magazine cover and just kicks it sending it knocking over to it's side. I help Alex backstage and Aly and Miz slowly walk back.
"La maniera di essere l'asino matura, calciando delle cose sopra perché lei non prende la
sua maniera! Way to be mature jackass, kicking things over because you don't get your way!" Aly says once in Italian then translating to English.
Miz looked pissed and aggravated.
"It's alright, don't let him get to you. Oh crap you're title. Wait right here." she tells Miz.
She runs down to the ring, and Bryan just watches her get in the ring and grab the title. He just watches and she stops at the ropes and waits, that's when she turns around and just huts Bryan with the title knocking him to the ground.
"Don't you EVER come out and interrupt us again! You 12 year old!"
She crawls out of the ring and goes back up the ramp and hands Miz the title.
"He's all taken care of for the night."
"Good job Lyssa."
Then he kisses her and they walk backstage and find Alex and I.
"Alex are you okay?" I ask him.
"Ow...I'll be fine." he winces in pain.
"That ass, that jealous ass. I can't believe he's even here in the WWE."
I grab ice for him and he puts it on the back of his head and then Aly and Miz walk up.
"So what happened? I missed it." I ask.
"I went back for the title that Miz left in the ring after the 12 year old kid out there kicked over the magazine cover. I mean really? How old is he? Twelve that's how old he is. Then I just grabbed the title and slammed it into his face knocking him out."
"I taught you well Lyssa." Miz added.
"Well lets head back to the hotel, I think we all need rest." I say.