I WILL NOT BOW!! Match Ending

[The Outlaw]

-Icys words ring out as she begs me to come back, will I turn my back on love once again? My motto has always been, define to moment or let the moment define you, and at this moment I was walking away from a fight and a woman who pleaded for my love....and so I've got to ask myself, What Would Hellian Do?...yes you can buy your WWHD bracelets at the shops set up in the Star Maker arena....and the answer was simple, he'd put on a hockey mask and go beat Sweet Money, take his girlfriend and prove his dominance yet again, because HE IS the alpha, the one true son of a bitch that wrote the definition of "BAD ASS"!

"Get me my mask..."

[Ring Crew] "Yes Mr. Holiday..."

[Hellian] "No, it's HELLIAN!"

-In less than a few short seconds they run back with the white rubber dipped titanium mask in hand and toss it up to me, I pull down over my face and let out a battle cry....

[Hellian] "YOUR ASS IS MINE SWEET MONEY!!"

-I look down the ramp and the several feet that separates Sweet Money from life and death, I see the expression on his face turn from, "He's leaving and I've got this won" to "OH SHIT, I'm glad Lil prayed with me before the match!!". Like a beast after it's prey I run down the ramp and can see the flash of excitement in Icys eyes as I do so, My fist drives not into Sweets face but straight into his throat. He stumbles back, his eyes swimming around in there sockets and as his brain tells his body to collapse mine says to hit him with an uppercut!

[Simon] "What a vicious brute attack by the champion...."

[Allyson] "I'd hate to be Sweet Money right now!"

[Simon] "I hope he gets up and gives that bully the what for..."

-Still gasping for air and currently visiting la la land, population Sweet Money, he lays on the floor like fresh roadkill on the highway, I reach down and scrape him up and set him on his feet, my hand wraps around his face and begins to squeeze and his eyes bulge...life flickers back into them and I let go and stand at the ready.

[Hellian] "Take your best shot boy..."

Sweet runs backwards and hits the barrier, not if fear but to grab a chair from the crowd, he comes back and unbeknown to him his actions have left a smile on my face hidden beneath the mask. He raises the chair into the and swings....

**!!WHAM!!**

-I take the blow right across the forearm and rip the chair from his grasp and throw it to the floor, I'm The Hardcore Legend, and that was merely child's play.

[Holiday] "COME ON!!"

-His eyes quickly scout his surroundings only to find nothing of use, it's sink or swim now and he makes a fist hoping to swim...he swings and laughing I take it right across the face, Sweets hand bounces off the titanium and he shakes it as if he hit a solid wall. He rares back one more time lining up a hay maker, but I never said I'd give him 3 chances did I? My boot is raised while his arm is drawn back and the size 11 nails him across the chest knocking him to the ground.

[Holiday] "Worthless!"

-I bend down to pick him up yet again, but to my surprise his foot clips my chin and continues upwards taking the mask off as it goes, the mask flies into the fans. I raise up quickly taking a step back, Sweet kips to his feet and delivers a kick to the gut, I bend over his arm quickly wrapping around my head and he drives me face first onto the chair I threw to the ground with a DDT!

[Simon] "YES!! Sweet Moneys still in this thing!"

[Allyson] "He definitely still has some fight left."

-As if the cold metal of the chair didn't taste bad enough neither did the feel of it being ripped out from beneath my face! It was once again in Sweets grasp! On shaky arms I pushed myself up and got to one knee and looked for Sweet, instead of finding him I found the back side of the chair yet again and the sudden darkness that followed...

[Simon] "That's it, take him to the cleaners!!"

[Allyson] "I seriously think it'll take more than that."

[Simon] "In that case, HIT HIM AGAIN!!"

-If he did I couldn't feel it, it had been a while since I was knocked unconscious but this was one of those times. Most people can't remember when they're knocked out, they would say everything went black....not me! He hit a switch, turned one light out and another one on and as odd as it may sound I quit enjoyed the visit. Inside my head, a scene was laid out....the ocean made a back drop, and sand was beneath our feet, Icy stood looking at me in her dress, a small vail draped over her face and I was wearing a tux. To my left stood my best friend and best man, Thomas Dreamer, and behind Patricia stood her Maid of Honor Mikah. Our hands were clasped in each others as the good man himself, Mike Price, did the ceremony.....[/b][/center][/color]

[Allyson] "Sweet Money is dragging Holiday back into the ice..."

[Simon] "MAKE HIM TAAAAPPPP!"

[Allyson] "And Sweet Money now applying the camel clutch..."

[Mike Price] "Do you Patrica take Aaron to be your husband?"

[Patricia aka Icy] "I DO"

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[Simon] "Sweets still got that submission choke applied!"

[Allyson] "And Icys stepping in to ref."

[Icy] "Aaron, do you give up....."

[Mike Price] "And Aaron, to you take this lovely woman to be your wife?"

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[Holiday] "I DO!!"[/i]

-My eyes flash open, the life and oxygen is being sucked away and Icys face is in horror....

[Simon] "HE GIVES UP!!!"

[Icy] "YOU GIVE UP???"

[Holiday] "HELL NO!"

-I throw an elbow back into Sweets face with malice intent and step out of the hold and hook both of Sweets arm in a painful position as I raise him up stretching them and tearing at his joints a muscles.

[Allyson] "Holiday going for a double chicken wing!"

[Simon] "Don't tap Sweet!"

-I suspend him there for a moment as he thrives in pain, keeping his arms lock I bow forward slamming him face first into a hard frozen block of ice which busts his lip."

[Allyson] "Modified Face buster..."

-And I'm still not done, I release one of Sweets arms from the chicken wing hold and lock it into another position as I force it towards his face in a standing modified version known as The Cross face Chicken Wing.....

[Sweet Money] "AHHHHHH"

[Holiday] "TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

I crank the pressure up to the max felling his bones near shattering when the sound of his arm smacking his chest fills my ear...

[Icy] "Sweet Money taps!! Aaron you're the winner!"

I throw his body up from mine and step forward, I reach behind me for his neck....

!!!BANG!!!

Holiday Hangover executed at its finest! My music hits the P.A. System and I climb out of the pool and take my wife by the hand and she raises mine in victory as the words of Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" play out ending Wrath and the feud with Sweet....

I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break
I Will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away

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