Post by johnmwhite on Dec 7, 2009 15:32:00 GMT -5
--Out in the arena, where the crowd buzz with their never-ending energy, the light switches get another workout as the building snaps to blackness. Guitars strum, drums roll, and the brightest of white lights streaks onto the stage. As the intro reaches to a crescendo, a figure steps into the light, smooth head marred with a gauze strip wrapped around his punctured skin.--
--The lawyer stalks his way down to the ring, a black cape sweeping along behind him, draped over his purple sports coat. Behind him the nurse Andrea struts along, cold eyes scanning the crowd. She wears an unusual outfit of an olde worlde dress, rich white white silks and velvets with a red cross across the front of the bodice. Replacing her retro nurse's cap today is, oddly, a pointy hat.--
Allyson: What's with the get up?
--The lawyer hauls himself up onto the apron, staggering a little, still the worse for wear after being frickin' crucified. His nurse hops up too, pulling open the ropes and letting the Ring Wars World Champion through. As John Michael White sets foot in the ring, the lights return, the music fades, and the sterling silver microphone appears in his bandaged hand, gleaming as bright as the Ring Wars World Championship around his waist.--
Simon: The lawyer's still feeling the effects of DreamKiller, I can tell you that much.
--John Michael White puts his other hand on the arm of his nurse, who stands steadfast at his side, eyes constantly revolving to take in any and all avenues of ambush.--
John Michael White: Well, Mister Potter... now you've done it. Fifty points from Gryffindor!
Allyson: Huh?
John Michael White: What have you been told about using magic in the school corridors, Mister Potter? Do I have to give you detention with Snape? Oh, wait a moment, you are not Harry Potter at all, are you? You, bizarrely enough, are not an actual wizard. No, you're DreamPotter, a man who thinks he is somehow magical, somehow special. But the truth is, Mister Potter...
--The lawyer takes a step forward, leaning on the ropes and looking straight towards the curtain. He flashes his cruel, devilish grin.--
John Michael White: You are. You are very special, Mister Potter, because though we may say you are a Dreamer, you are the only one. You are the only one, the only person on this entire planet, and that includes the birthers, the deathers, the people who read Sarah Palin's book, the people who dismiss climate change, the Pope, Posh, the people who told George Lucas that the Clone Wars movie was a great idea and even the Creationists.... even including all of those, you are the only person actually deluded enough to think that CRUCIFYING ME was a good fucking idea!
--Roaring his final few words, the lawyer points his spindly finger at the curtain.--
John Michael White: Nice symbolism, Potter, too bad the execution was as ugly as sin. Your magic tricks have only marked you as a man who cannot fight on the merits of his own mind and his own body. You may be a self-confessed Undertaker rip-off, but even the Dead Man can back it up with his fists. He doesn't resort to knives and razorblades and giant freakin' crosses that appear in the sky. You may have made me bleed, Mister Potter, and your little rottweiler Mikah may have scarred my new associates for life, but I am not like you and I am not like that bloodthirsty, brutal tyrant you would call a god. I'm not going to come rushing out at you, trying to make you bleed, looking for an eye for an eye.
--Suddenly the lawyer becomes quieter, his tone eerily clam.--
John Michael White: No, you see, I want you to keep both eyes. I want you to keep both eyes so that you can see with depth and clarity what happens when you taunt the snake. You are going to see your Mikah suffer. You are going to see someone dismantled, and you are going to know that it is all because you pissed me off. And you know what's going to happen then...?
--The lawyer unhooks his belt, raising it in the air.--
John Michael White: NOT A DAMN THING! You are going to have to wait, because you are not getting your bloody little mitts on this championship belt. This ten pounds of gold that decided to nail me to a bit of wood to get at, then carelessly threw to the mat, this is something you do not come close to deserving. This is not the Triwizard Tournament, Mister Potter, this is a wrestling ring! You want to be Ring Wars Champion again, you prove to me that you can actually wrestle.
You know, since I won my match against York on Wrath, I now am allowed to make my own match for this week's show. Of course, I cannot get at the root of the problem because the cowardly Icy has put an embargo on booking against herself and her dear hubby, but what I can do is grant Cameron's wish. He wants Mikah. I want to keep a wrestling title away from a wizard who might just magic it away at any moment... So Cameron, you're getting it. You and Mikah, in a cage, with a roof on top to keep things between just you and her.
Allyson: He can't be serious!
Simon: That will get ugly real fast. And that's hard to do with Mikah on screen...
--As the nurse nods, smiling, the lawyer shrugs a little, putting on an expression of sympathy.--
John Michael White: Sorry to say, though, Cameron, I can't keep ALL of your associates out of the cage. Why? Because I'm going to be the guest referee!
--The crowd explode, some howling at the injustice, others cheering wildly at the chance to see Mikah get hers after the brutal attack last week on Wrath.--
John Michael White: Though our founding was not as auspicious as I would have hoped, this week on Wrath you will see exactly what occurs when the King and his White Knights are angered. You will see a wrestler dissected. And Potter, Icy, Aaron... you will know that it's all because of you! I don't know if any of you have a conscience, but if that doesn't sting you as you watch, I know that every creature has a capacity for fear, and you, my friends, are going to have a hard time sleeping.
--The lawyer flashes his grin once more to whomever may be watching in the back.--
John Michael White: Sweet Dreams.
