End of a Bromance: The Miz and Morrison Story

Backstage after the draft, John and Mike were sitting in the locker room reminiscing about their past successes as the “Best Tag Team of the 21st Century.”  How they got there, how they beat all the other tag teams they faced, and…how they were going to miss each other.

Or will they really?

“How could they?  How could they break up the Best Tag Team of the 21st Century?”  Miz said.  Him and Morrison do the pose as he said it.

“Yeah!  I mean really? REALLY?  Just coz we lost to the Butt brothers at Wrestlemania they’ll just separate us?”  He shook his head, as he took of his jewel encrusted sunglasses and placed it in his locker. 

"We’re better than them!  We’re better looking than them!”  Morrison said.  “And hell, we have better bodies than them!”  He stood up and opened his fur coat to show his 30-pack abdomen.  “Well, my body is anyway…”  He added under his breath so Miz won’t hear.

“ABSolutely, man.”  Miz said.  Damn, I want a French fries right now.

“Man, I’m going to miss working with you.”  John said.  But thank god, I don’t have to see you eat those greasy junk food you love eating!  Damn, it makes me sick just thinking about it.

“I know man, me too.  I mean, it’s gonna be so different without you around.”  Mike said.  Man, would it be SO different!  I don’t have to compete with you for the Divas attention anymore!  Hoo-rah!

“Well, all right man…good luck at Raw.”  Said John.  I hope Orton punts you in the head, SUCKER!

“Yeah.  You too.  I’m sure they’ll make you champion again at ECW.”  Mike said.  No, they won’t LOSER!!

They stood facing each other, looking as if they were about to shed some tears.  

Then Miz offered his hand for a shake.  “Well, I guess this is good bye.”

Morrison took his hand, and they share a man-hug.  “Okay, man.”

Then Mike left, and John was all alone.  He looked at his hand that he used to shake Miz’s hand.

“Eeeww, greasy!  Where the hell’s the alcohol when I need it!?!”