Certainty and Uncertainty [Holidays, ALL]

[Cameron Natural]

The scene opens up to a pair of Adios skate shoes. The camera pans up to a very emotionless Camron Natural. His arms are crossed and his focus is away from the camera until he speaks.


Camron Natural: I've been thinking a lot lately. I've been thinking about every thing that has happened to me the last couple of weeks. I have thought about every moment of my professional career. I thought about everything from winning the CWA World title to hitting rock bottom. And then I thought about life, and everything life will bring to you.


Camron Natural: And I came to one conclusion in my time of thinking. I have come to realize that the only thing curtain is uncertainty. You don't know for certain that you're going to have a career. You don't know for certain you will make it to center stage. You don't how many titles you will win, and how many titles you will lose through the span of your career. You don't how many friends and enemies you'll make. But you do know every beginning has a beginning, middle, and an end. So I guess I've contradicted myself.

Camron pauses in his promo as he gently strokes his chin. It's as if he's pondering the statements he has just made. His attention goes back to the camera as he speaks.

Camron Natural: But then again... I guess some thing are certain. Scotty Raven giving his inner circle power was certain. I just didn't know how long it would take before he finally did it. I can see the writing on the walls. So vivid, so clear. With Icy in power it won't be long til her husband is in power or even benefits from her power.


Camron Natural: Icy, first off, let me start by saying I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you won't be able to experience a pleasant experience as interim commissioner . Because you are going to have your hands full with me, Camron Natural. The words I spoke at Wrath wasn't to sound cute, it wasn't to get over with the fans. The words that poured out of my mouth was that of destiny and truth. And Aaron, if you should choose to step in... just know I'm fully prepared. And to tell you the truth, it's expected. It fits right into my game. You love this woman, it's evident, but can I ask you this one question, Aaron? How far would you be willing to go?

He pauses, letting the words sink to Aaron, who's most likely watching, and ponder the question that has been presented to him. Camron Natural himself ponders the question.


Camron Natural: Are you willing to fight for her? Are you willing to spill blood for her? Are you willing to get close to the edge of insanity? Are you ready to choose? Choose between backing up from the ledge or taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself, and diving straight off that ledge? Are you prepared for the mental warfare I will play on you and Icy?... It's already begun, so subtle yet so evident. The wheels are turning, the plan is set into motion. Now let the madness begin.


The camera pans back to the floor before cutting away to the ringside area where


Allyson Cowell: Strong words from Camron Natural, but I think he's starting a world wind of trouble.


Simon Layfeild: It's expected, just like he's said. He knows the consequences of his actions. It's perfect timing, too. Because Aaron Holiday and his wife, Icy, now have a new threat and her name is Pixie. This woman allegedly was in a relationship with Aaron Holiday some time ago.


Allyson Cowell: Do you really think it's coincident? Or just apart of Camron's elaborate scheme of seeking revenge against Icy?


Simon Layfeild: You're right. I never thought of that... do you think it is or is it another part of Camron's mind games?


TBC

[johnmwhite]

--At ringside, Allyson and Simon discuss the return of Cameron Natural and his surprising thirst for revenge. Who would have thought a returning wrestler would seek vengeance upon his enemies? Not that there's anything wrong with that... but there is such a thing as politeness, and somebody is trying to skip ahead in the queue. But a guitar sounds, the lights plunge out, and the crowd are unsure what to make of this unfamiliar tune... other than a lot of noise.--

Billie Joe: I'm not fucking around!

--Cue the spotlight smashing the stage, wreathing a smooth-domed, sharply dressed man in its glare.--

Allyson: Who is...

Simon: That's John Michael White!

--Strutting to the beat of the new music, the Ring Wars World Champion marches down the ramp. Oddly, a rope trails in his wake, its end wrapped tightly around his hand. As the lawyer progresses, a dark-clad figure appears under the spotlight as well, tugged on down the ramp and shuffling cautiously as its head is entirely hooded in black.--

Allsyon: Well obviously it's John Michael White, but who's that with him?

Simon: Hey, didn't somebody go missing from the arena a little while ago?

--John Michael White clambers into the ring, tugging the line and parting the ropes to help guide the dark mass along with him. He stands tall as the new music fades and the arena lights return. His charge stands at his side, nothing visible save some slender hands, pinned together with rope. JMW's ever-present Ring Wars World Championship belt gleams in the opening of his purple coat, and the lawyer's sterling silver microphone appears from up his sleeve.--

John Michael White: Well, I thought it was time for a change, and as my new theme says... I'm not fucking around. Not any more, REW. Ring Wars, that circus is behind me, crushed beneath my feet. This Ring Wars World Championship is my pound of flesh, not to mention ten pounds of gold, that is my receipt for years of mental sufferance at the hands of that intellectual pygmy Posh. Ring Wars is done, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and like a vulture looking for its next meal, I have hovered here. But, truth be told, I have been on a mental vacation since arriving. I was asleep at the wheel against Dolla Billa, underestimating him at my cost. Posh was booked as my opponent and I knew I needn't even show up, since the cowardly lion would never dare step before me after I annihilated GoldenBoy.

I had a nice, lazy week, but I also had time to think. Lying in the light of the moon, nightfishing, I took a trip down memory lane. I thought of Ring Wars, and all I had accomplished there. I thought of my several retirements before, and the death-grip that always dragged me back. I recalled the competition, when it was around, and how I tried to stoke the fires. And then I thought... why did I even bother? After lobbying the never-present necromancer Posh for months to give someone a chance at running the corpse of Ring Wars in a direction other than down, I was finally given the keys to the kingdom... only to find the kingdom deserted. And none stands as a Judas more to me than our glorious REW World Champion.

So I came back, not having caught much, for I am not very good at that sport. Instead, I am a fisher of men, and here's the bait.

--John Michael White gestures to the figure standing next to him.--

John Michael White: Anything to say, Icy?

--The crowd are the first to react, booing loudly at this revelation.--

Figure: Mmmph!

Simon: Oh there is going to be hell to pay for this!

Allyson: Isn't she a little short for Icy?

--The lawyer draws back his microphone, and flashes that devilish grin.--

John Michael White: Holiday, you know what I want. Cameron, better get in line, and we'll see what's left of this quisling when the vulture has stripped his bones. It is time for the King to conquer! So how about it, Aaron? Are we finally going to settle the bill? Your belt, my belt, unification. Finally, the ghosts of Ring Wars can be put to rest. The only question is, are they going up...

--JMW points out up towards the ceiling. Then, he turns his finger down upon himself.--

John Michael White: Or down.

[Steven Kleinman]

The dastardly lawyer smiles, having made his ultimatum.

His smile looks something like this.


:----D

Yeah, he's got a nice big smile. Full of pretty teeth. Pretty like the teeth of a newborn tiger who has just ran out of it's mother's tigery womb and launched tiger face first into a zebra. A fat zebra named Posh.

Cameron considers the challenge, doing his best Socrates impression.

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Cameron Natural : HMMM....



To the surprise of a few people in the front row who did not read the spoilers on the internet, the word KLEINMAN scrolls around the Raven Vision and Steven Kleinman jumps over the railing, coming out of the crowd. He punches the ring announcer in the face and takes the microphone.



Steven Kleinman : Now, John. As a professional person you should know better than this. You just invoked a challenge and yet, yet you leave someone really useful out of it. Why go into it alone when you have a ONE MAN ARMY to soften your competition for you? Why not take a man...a KLEIN sort of man with you for the ride?


The Legal Strongman puts his finger to his head to show that he is thinking deeply about this subject. A second later John M White remembers that damn it, this is suppose to be about him! Not some cute bearded guy named Steven, HIM.



John M White : You know, Kleinman, I'll appreciate what you've done so far, but sometimes its better to go at it on your own. To do it with your own two hands. I feel like this is something more fit for the hands of a lawyer, than for you. Besides, what have you ever done?


Kleinman smiles and whispers into the microphone.


Kleinman : Beat Dolla Billa...

John M White's face turns red as he almost pops a gasket. Will the usually calm, cool and collected lawyer be able to turn the situation to his advantage? What role will the man with the beard play in this coming match? And how would Steven Kleinman look in shorts?

All this and MORE when John M White CONTINUES (Or somebody else).


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