Ultra Violent Championship Match Ending, ALL

[The Outlaw]

*!WHAM!*...My back is driven into the concrete and on the oppisite side of me Clouds shoulder drives into my ribs. Cloud gets to his feet and pulls the side of the apron up and digs inside the toy box for anything he can get his hands on, a metal trash can is tossed out and rolls to a rest only after my head stops it! Toy # 2 makes its way out for the public eye to see, it's nothing fancy but it is a classic.

[Allyson]"Cloudstrife has a chair in his hand."

*BOOM*

[Simon]"And now Holiday has it across his knees!"

...Cloud brings the chair back up and rather than think he reacts, knowing the best way to kill the monster is to take off his head he swings violently at my skull, after feeling the effects of one blow unconcious or not I know how to react to survive and I throw my arms up taking the blow across both forearms. Cloud drops the chair and grabs me by the hair...

[Simon]"And now Cloud has Aaron to his feet on shakey legs."

With my body facing his he wraps an arm around my neck and bends me over, he throws up his free hand to the crowd building up the roar.

[Allyson]"Looks like he's setting Holiday up for a DDT on that trash can."

[Simon]"That's no DDT, that's the Climhazzard!"

...Cloud gives a jerk, lifts his legs up and waits for the ride to the floor...

[Cloudstrife]"What the..."

...Still grasped around my neck he looks down while in a sitting position with his feet dangling off the floor and the floor slowly moving further away...

[Simon]"What resistance and strength by the champ."

Cloud continues to watch the floor get further away untill at last he's upside down and I'm standing in a straight vertical position with Clouds legs sticking straight up over my head like an arrow and it's now time to make a bone breaking impact play!

[Holiday]"Dont hold your breath, this might...no it WILL HURT!"

With a huge jerk Clouds body folds as I slam him down with brutal force across the trash can.....

[glow=red,2,300]!!!WHAM!!![/glow]

...The entire arena is on their feet, John Micheal White has even rushed mid way down the ramp to see the devistation, Cloud may have got the spear...But I got the JACKHAMMER! I make my way to the bottom of the ramp and point up at John...

[Holiday]"YOU'RE NEXT!"

I turn on heel away from John and make my way not to Cloud but back to the girl with my diamond plated steel mic, I grab it and then head over towards Cloud pulling the mic to my lips.

[Holiday]"I must say I've rather enjoyed tonights match, not only have I had a breakthrough moment that knocked a lot of rust off some much needed tools of mine...for the first time in a very long time I saw something, and that is the FEAR in your eyes John. I'm not saying you're scarred...perhaps like me you embrace it and use it when it's there...but John....the FEAR IS THERE!"

...Still laying across the flattened trash can Cloud begins to wiggle his fingers and toes which is a sure sign that he's coming back from dream street.

[Holiday]"Cloud, you've gave me a hell of a run this match as I know you would, a run I'm afraid I don't want to end because I need you to make me better! You've came into my ring, came to my hell, and kid...I think you've survived...stage 1! But my question is can you survive ALL 3?!?!

[Simon]"Did he just say he's survived stage 1 of 3?"

[Allyson]"I think that's what I heard..."

[Holiday]"That's right, this street match is the first stage of 3 stages of HELL! I figured if I can be forced to fight the Moneys for a month straight why not you? Me & You Cloud, 2 more matches one on each wrath and JMW will ref the third if you make it that far! What do you say Cloud...two more shots and if you succede you get the belt...if I survive I'll take week 3 off and face Cameron Natural!"

I wait for a moment as Cloud makes it to his hands and knees still weary from the vicious Jackhammer. I set the mic on the ground and kick it over to his hands, he grabs it and looks up at me....

[Cloudstrife]"3 weeks? You havn't lost yet tonight...but you will!"

Out of his three point football like stance Cloud charges at me, I side step and slide into the ring quickly leaping to the top of the nearest turnbuckle...Cloud slides in after and jumps to his feet as I turn around for the attack and his arm lunges out and his hand clasps around my throat...

[Allyson]"Wow, it's not like Cloud to grab anyone by the throat..."

[Simon]"He's a man on a mission, a mission to become the champ and he'll do whatever it takes! He's not acting anymore Ally, he's reacting!"

Cloud gives me a tug as he tries to drag me off the top, weither he slung me off or I jumped I don't know, all I know is this was about to be a huge choke slam and something not ever seen out of Clouds play book....BUT then I saw the oppertunity for a new varation.

[Allyson]"Cloud's going to attempt this awkward choke slam..."

[glow=lime,2,300]!!!BANG!!![/glow]

[Simon]"HOLIDAY HANGOVER!! Aaron reversed it in mid-air with a new varation of that impactful diamond cutter of his!"

...Damn right I did, now there was only one thing left to do that we hadn't all match...include Chase Evans! I pin Clouds shoulders to the ground and hear the sound of Chase's hand hit the canvas...

[Allyson&Simon]"ONE!"

[JMW]"TWO"

[Fans with Chase]"THREE!"

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"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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...Breaking Benjamins "I Will Not Bow" rips across the speakers as I get to my feet and riase the just handed back to me Ultra Violent Championship in my hand and the question in my mind, will he accept the rest of the match? I look out at the sea of cheering fans and feel the electric in the air, all except for in one spot planted in the middle of the ramp....

[Katie]"Lades and Gentlemen the winner of this match and STILL the Ultra Violent Champion...."

I snatch the mic from her hand!

[Holiday]"AARON...HELLIAN...HOLIDAY...and if you want some Johnny boy...COME GET SOME!"

And with everything combined one has to wonder, is this FPV over?


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[The Messenjah]

"I get off" starts to play and I walk out on to the stage with a mic already in my hand..

Cut my music..

My music cuts off and I start to talk again..

What a nice match but im sorry Aaron I have made a mistake I looked over the match and I would have to say that you didn't win nor did Cloud...But im out here to take that belt with me..

Everyone in the crowd is giving me the boo chants and F-you chants..

You can all shut up I don't care what you guys think..I have made a bad call and im out here to make it right...But Aaron the speach you had is still on I will take the belt until you guys can reach the third stage..If you don't then I guess the belt stays with me..So good luck on your next two matches..

My music starts to play again and I walk through the curtains and leaving Aaron pissed off at me and everyone else also...

[The Outlaw]

What the FUCK? Somehow the melodic combination of I WILL NOT BOW and I Get Off On You doesn't seem to mix very well nor does the words echoing across the speakers from Icy. Cloud is looking and me just as confused as the expression I see on my own face above on the raven vision, even John is scratching at his chin which means he finds this case very interesting. I look at Cloud....

[Holiday]"Good match dude, but this FPV is about to have a whole new meaning for a November to Remember!"

...I hop out of the ring and in a haste make my way up the ramp and through the curtian, just a few feet ahead glimmers the thirty pound Ultra Violent Championship in Icys hand.

[Holiday]"HEY!! Wait a damn minute!"

Icy stops dead in her tracks and spins around quickly to face her accuser.

[Icy]"Excuse me? I don't think that's any way for a man to talk to his wife!"

[Holiday]"Well just in case you thought that what is mine is ours....that doesn't apply to my championship! You wanted a belt and I gave you one, now give mine back."

[Icy]"Sorry Aaron but that's not going to happen, what I say goes and right now I'm your boss and this title is coming with me. If you win the three stages you can have it back. I know that makes you mad but those are the rules."

[Holiday]"That doesn't even make sense, that means one of us will have to win two straight matches if there's not a winner tonight, I don't know what's going on in your mind but you need to get your ass back out there and fix this!"

[Icy]"What's done is done, the rules are in place and that's final. I know you're pissed so let me quit being your boss for a second and come over here and give me a hug."

I close in the gap of a couple of feet between us and rather than give Icy a hug I grab her left hand and pull it close adjusting her wedding rings on her finger.

[Holiday]"Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings and stuff..."

[Icy]"You did, but thanks."

[Holiday]"...And I know you have your "Rules" in place, it's just that it's always been my motto of saying "SCREW THE RULES", I guess what I'm trying to say is you've changed me and made me a more heartful person and I just wanted to give you this, close your eyes."

Icys eyes shut and a smile forms on her face, I look down at the Ultra Violent Championship draped at her side.

[Holiday]"Are you ready?"

[Icy]"YES!! I love surprises."

[Holiday]"Good, every November you'll remember this one.

She waits for it....

I take a deep breath and look at her and then the Championship and then back to her.....

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!!!!BANG!!!!

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[Holiday]"SCREW THE DAMN RULES!!!"

I reach down beside Icys crumpled body and grab my title and give her a small kiss on the head.

[Holiday]"Nothing personal between us sweety, Just BUISNESS! I didn't do that to my wife, I did that to my boss, hope you can distinguish the difference!"

I turn around with my infamous smirk plasterd across my face a mile long and make my way back to the ring...

TBC?

[The Messenjah]

The screen opens as im laying on the floor as of what my husband as has did to me..My wrestling trainers came rushing to me and checking me they signal for sterche board and the trainers have put me on the board and carries me to the medic room...

Tbc...

[johnmwhite]

--The trainers carry their boss along the hallway and into the little trainer's room, where a nurse already stands, mask on, lifting a dripping ice-pack from a cooler. Those watching in HD might just be able to spot the strap of a fifties style swimsuit peeking from beneath the equally retro uniform's collar.--

Nurse: I'll take it from here, guys, just a bump on the noggin'.

--The trainers, not too interested in dealing with a boss who has been getting a bit big for her boots, shuffle out the room, leaving Icy in the capable hands of the ice-pack wielding nurse. There's a click and Icy looks up, hand still holding her head as she peers at the now locked door.--

Icy: What the...? AHHHH! That's f-f-freezing!

--The ice-pack, so casually discarded, slips off Icy's thigh and hits the floor with a visceral splat. Then... SNAP! A latex glove is tugged tight onto the nurse's fingers, and even behind the mask, Icy can see a wicked grin lifting her pale cheeks.--

Andrea: Pleased to meet you.

--SNAP!--

Andrea: Hope you guess my name.

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--Meanwhile, Aaron Holiday makes his way back out to the ring, still bearing that trademark smirk and the just as shiny thirty pounds of gold. The mash-up of music has been cut off, and the crowd stands stunned, having witnessed on the Raven Vision just what Aaron Holiday has done to his wife. Still... there is one sound. Clap, clap, clap.--

John Michael White: Bravo, Mister Holiday. Bravo.

--Aaron Holiday clambers into the ring, where a woozy but standing Cloud and a pleased if badly dressed lawyer await. Together, the trinity stare, just waiting for someone to open the meeting and sort this mess out once and for all.--

John Michael White: This meeting would be a lot better if we had some tea.