JMW/Cloud Match...not so ending...Challenge, ALL

[The Outlaw]

So there I am standing in the middle of the ring feeling like a sad little girl who has been stood up on a date, the nerve of some people huh? To think, I gave up my Christmas vacation to spend it with these assholes and they can't even come wish me a Merry Freakin' Christmas!

Reaching into my arsenal I have yet to use tonight, aka my back pocket, I pull out the instrument that engages the verbal onslaught, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout my diamond plated silver mic! Bringing it up to my mouth I not only raise it to my lips but the roar of the crowd as well. A brief moment for the ear shattering screams to subside and....

[Holiday]"How's everyone doing tonight?"

Another huge POP from the crowd keeping them excited for as long as I can untill I have to break the dreadfull news...

[Holiday]"Well, that's good because if you were already in a bad mood what I have to say may sting a little bit more. Fans, not because me your champion doesn't love you but rather due to the lack of respect John Michael White has for you there will not be a Main Event taking place tonight, I know even after the disapointing and still confusing victory my wife had over Pixie tonight which she seemed to never show for but rather be out...again...with another man...again doing only God knows what. But REW I feel this doesn't do you Justice, not one damn bit!"

In a mixed reaction of words they all do none the less agree.

[Holiday]"So seeing at this is Christmas Cheer, and I'm in a cheerful and giving mood I invite you all back to join us at Wrath free of charge with your already purchased ticket stub. Now I know you're all asking the same thing, after tonights disapointment why in the hell would you want to come back...well I'm about to answer that question for you.

I make my way from the center of the ring to lean on the ropes closest to the entrance ramp and look up it towards the back.

[Holiday]"Because at the next Wrath, I challenge John Michael White and Cloudstrife to a handicap match! And bi-god if they don't except I challenge the next best thing...the tag team champions!"

[johnmwhite]

--As the threat of using the tag champs as substitutes reverberates around the arena, the building is plunged into darkness. As the light is snuffed out, the sound seems smothered as well, choked by the screams of the fans who know that either something amazing is about to happen, or DreamKiller is about to show up. Harsh, maybe, but I'm sure the insult is no greater a barb than having your hands nailed to a cross. Anyway, back to the present... John Michael White's music hits, "Horseshoes and Hand Grenades" by Green Day, and the man steps into a gleaming spotlight piercing the darkness on the stage. The Ring Wars World Champion struts his way down the aisle, bald head covered by what appears to be a black Santa hat, matching his black pants and shirt, with the purple sports coat standing out, buttoned at the chest to just allow a peek of the glittering gold belt at his waist. The lawyer slips into ring, stands a sensible distance away from Aaron Holiday, and slips his sterling silver microphone from his sleeve as the lights go up and the music goes down.--

Aaron Holiday: Nice of you to join us.

John Michael White: Hey, I was on Holiday.

Aaron: You're Jewish! You don't give a crap about Christmas.

John Michael White: True, my people have no particular affection for the birth date of the Roman god Mithras, and I'm not sure his followers are all that pleased that some people totally stole their act and camped out on their old headquarters on Vatican Hill... But I digress.

Aaron: You always do. Is that what took you so long to get here? Rambling to anyone who would listen?

John Michael White: Oh, of course not. You see, when I say I was on Holiday, I meant it. I was on ICY Holiday!

--As the crowd gasp in shock, the lawyer waves his arm with a flourish, pointing to the Raven Vision. The screen lights up, displaying a horrendously photoshopped image of John Michael White's bald head on a rather buff gentleman's shoulders, laying in bed with an apparently naked Icy Holiday. Only the delicate placement of a duvet protects her modesty.--

Aaron: ... Ahahaha.

--The lawyer looks back, seemingly nonplussed at Aaron's reaction.--

Aaron: Come on, man. That's just horrible. You've got to be able to do better than that.

--John Michael White's look of puzzlement instantly melts. The old familiar grin dawns across his face. For just a second, Aaron looks apprehensive. That damn Joker, always has an Ace up his sleeve.--

John Michael White: I can.

--With another gesture the Raven Vision flickers once more, the image changing now to remove the terribly pasted head of John Michael White. Unfortunately, in what appears to be the genuine photograph underneath, the face which is revealed is not that of Icy Holiday's husband. It is, instead, the face of...--

Aaron: CLOUD!!

--Holiday fumes in the centre of the ring, his knuckles growing white around his microphone. John Michael White looks proud of himself.--

John Michael White: I present to you Exhibit A! And as an aside, I am happy to accept your match at Wrath. It'll be myself and Cloud, versus you. But just for fun, how about we make it a family affair. Oh, did I say affair? I meant... well I guess that word actually works in context. Isn't context awfully important? But once more I digress. How about we bring the family? How about you make Mrs. Holiday the guest referee? Not that I would ever question it, you understand, but let's just see which side her bread is buttered on.

--The lawyer stands by the ropes, holding them as he prepares to leave the ring. All he needs is the word. What will Aaron Holiday do, and what, if anything, has Icy Holiday done?--