Post by johnmwhite on Jan 17, 2010 12:55:21 GMT -5
-Blake Worship pushes himself off the canvas and dashes to the ropes, seeking to capitalise on his first move, while John Michael White staggers to his feet and tries to find his bearings. Oddly, his gaze seems to linger on the curtain to backstage...--
Allyson: Here comes Blake!
--As the Better Pick rushes forward, catapulted by the ropes, John Michael White wobbles around to face him. Blake extends his huge arm, looking to blast the last of the wind out of the lawyer with another clothesline. Mistake; the snake strikes.--
Simon: Down goes Blake!
--Indeed, Blake Worship is torn to the ground, his arm caught by the lawyer and latched up tight between his legs. JMW reaches for Worship's head, and no matter how much he strains his thick neck, there's nowhere for that head to go except into the arms of the Ring Wars World Champion.--
Allyson: Angel-Wing Submission Hold! John Michael White has the Better Pick locked up tight.
Simon: And smack dab in the centre of the ring. There's nowhere for Blake to go.
--Referee Jaxson Kyzer ducks down at Blake's trapped head, looking into Worship's straining face.--
Jaxson Kyzer: Do you wanna quit, Blake?
--Blake Worship shakes his head, puffing as he tries to suck in air between the lawyer's long fingers. As long time fans might remember, JMW has eleven of them, which helps in a hold like this. The Better Pick groans as he tries to drag himself across the canvas, seeking the ropes. Feeling his opponent's relentless refusal to give in, John Michael White grunts himself, hauling back on the hold and digging his knee into Worship's spine. Half Bow-and-Arrow, half Crippler Crossface, the hold is painful just to look at.--
Kyzer: You're screwed, Blake. What're you gonna do, wait till he breaks you in half?
--With a hateful glare, Worship takes in Kyzer's words, knowing he's right. Finally, the Better Pick lifts one huge hand and slams it on the mat. Just once, but it's enough. Kyzer calls for the bell, and the snake uncoils, releasing his prey.--
Allyson: That's it, he quit. Blake Worship just quit.
Katie Rain: Here is your winner... Ring Wars World Champion, John Michael White!
--The lawyer leans back in one corner, Worship in the other, both mean breathing hard and rubbing wounds. A ring attendant runs over to JMW's corner, laying the Ring Wars World Championship in his lap.--
Simon: That was a short but sharp match, both these guys hit hard.
--Blake Worship taps the side of his head, mouthing across the ring to his victorious opponent.--
Blake Worship: I'm still here, asshole.
--The lawyer nods in return, smiling wickedly.--
John Michael White: Some day, Blake. The anticipation is what makes it so much sweeter.
--Blake just smirks in return and rolls under the ropes, heading away from the ring. John Michael White, meanwhile, sits in the corner and brings out his sterling silver microphone.--
Allyson: Well, looks like the winner of our main event has something to say.
--The lawyer's theme music fades as he lifts the microphone to his lips and the crowd grows hushed.--
John Michael White: Blake Worship may have got out of here in one piece, but trust me, he will get what's coming to him. I just want him to stick around long enough to know exactly what that something is. Now, apparently I myself am a marked man.
DreamKiler, you want a little gold? Well I don't care how sick you are, I don't care how special you are, you're going to have to do a little work to earn it. Quid pro quo, DreamKiller. If a chance at my championship means so much to you, then you will bring something valuable to me.
--The lawyer leans back, resting his head against the turnbuckle. He looks down again, gazing at himself in the gleaming gold of his championship belt. His lips curl in a cruel smile.--
John Michael White: Icy Holiday.
Simon: Wait, what?
John Michael White: Bring me Icy Holiday. I don't care what condition she turns up in, just so you know, but if you want to settle this, you're going to have to buy in. She may be cheap, but I'll take her, if you want to play the game.
Allyson: Is he insane? Who knows what that maniac DreamKiller will do to her?
Simon: I know it'll be almost as bad as what Hellian will do to John Michael White if anything happens to Icy Holiday.
--Suddenly John Michael White stands, drawing himself up to his full height, arm raising the title belt high above his head.--
John Michael White: Here I am, boy. Now, go fetch!
