4-25-19 Columbia, South Carolina: Men's Locker Room

Joey knew he was new to the company but that did not stop him from feeling a sense of entitlement as he swaggered into the men's locker room. His white shirt was unbuttoned over his jeans, lollipop dangling from his mouth, as he crossed to his new locker.





Wade snarled as he slammed the door to his locker shut with a snarl. Since he had lost the chance to be the first Tag Team Champion, his mood had only soured.

Miz couldn't help himself. He grinned as he watched Wade from the other side of the room. He got up and crossed the room towards Joey. "Oh look, new guy. Seems like the only other decent talent here, besides myself," he said loudly.

Joey smirked as he saw Miz heading towards him. "Mizanin. Not a bad name to join someone as digni-"

"I know the next bloody word out of your mouth wasn't going to be dignified, was it?" Wade spoke as he stood, crossing towards the two. "Not a single one of you lot would know the meaning of the word, especially a man one move away from being a porn actor and one man who isn't even talented enough to do that."

Miz had been about to respond to Joey when he heard Wade's response. Hiding his irritation, he turned towards him. "Funny comment to make about your self there Barrett."

"Hmm. Funny enough I'm not the one who claims to be an actor of the screen but wouldn't know Timothy Dalton from Timothy Thatcher," Wade sneered. "Funny enough, I saw your little comments on that lazy announcers show. Any time you need to be reminded of how good I am, come at me."

Joey looked interested in this fight, leaning back against his locker and looking at Miz, "Well? Is he going to get away with that?"

Miz huffed and crossed his arms. "Really? At least I am capable of functioning outside of a team. You know, where it counts," he smirked. "When was it you last did good in the ring by yourself huh??

Wade snarled, moving forward to tower above Miz. "The sane insult you sling at me every time we've ever met, Micheal? I would have thought that Hollywood's next big thing would have a decent and original comeback. The again...it was always Morrison who was the next big thing. Not you. Never you."

Miz's attitude seemed to quickly change at the mention of Morrison, his grin fading. "He's nothing compared to me. He's another one who's useless without help," he said angrily.

"Lucha Underground Champion. Current Impact Champion and Blackcraft wrestling champion. Oh yes, it sounds like your old flame is certainly rubbish without you," Wade laughed, crossing his arms. "Sounds to me like you held him back. Then again, he's never needed you. No one needs you."

Joey watched intently, a wide smirk playing across his lips.

Tommy has a shit eating grin as he enters the locker room, cradling his title close. He pauses next to the door, listening to argument.

By now Miz was struggling to hold in his anger. "...and when did you last get your hands something like that, huh? Couldn't get beyond lame gimmicks and had to go sit behind a desk, didn't you?"

Wade was trying hard to remain calm but at that remark he reached out and grabbed Miz by the collar, slamming him against the lockers. "You little ingrate! I didn't sit behind a damned desk because I wanted to! I sat behind a desk because I was too bloody injured to do anything else! Because of how hard the E pushed me, how hard the E pushed everyone! I just now got bloody cleared!"

Joey waved at Tommy, going to stand beside him, "This is good isnt it? I'd pay to see this."

"Normally I'd agree, but beat Barrett at the last show." Tommy chuckled before smiling. "Tommy Hart." He holds a hand out to Joey.

Miz flinched as his head hit the metal lockers, eyes widening in surprise. He had been curious to see how far he could push Wade, but hadn't stopped to think about what to do if things got out of hand. If it wasn't for the gathering crowd, he might have apologised and let the whole thing go...might have. But he couldn't do that now.

"Aww, boo hoo! Did you see me ever getting injured despite how much work I put in? Clearly, you all were just doing something wrong," he smirked.

No, he wouldn't have just let it go. He enjoyed messing with the Brit too much.

Joey beamed and shook Tommy's hand, offering the lollipop that he had kept between his lips. "Joey Ryan."

"I did actually," Wade scoffed, tossing Miz aside. "I don't have time to worry about you. I have much bigger fish to fry."

"Uh huh, suuure," Miz replied sarcastically, straightening his shirt as he scoffed at Wade.

Wade rolled his eyes, looking Miz over. Oh how he hated the young man in front of him, but he wasn't going to do anything now. He would wait to get his revenge. "Watch your back. I won't be done with you yet."

As immature as ever when messing with others, Miz mimicked the line in a stupid voice as he crossed back over to his own space. Once he was safely out of reach, he muttered "Loser."