Post by johnmwhite on Jan 25, 2010 11:45:10 GMT -5
--Across the expanse of black that is the lawyer's domain (or his desk), two warriors stare at each other. Between these long standing enemies hangs the question of unity; though they are together in their mutual hatred for one another, destined to collide this very week in a cataclysmic showdown, can they put aside their long-standing warfare long enough to cooperate in destroying the disrespectful Dynasty?--
John Michael White: ... Ok.
--Cameron Natural does a double-take at the lawyer, somewhat surprised.--
Cameron Natural: Him? But you hate this guy?
--John Michael White stares back at Holiday for a moment, then returns wearily to his seat. A handshake agreement would suit neither man, for both know the other is as trustworthy as a wrestling promoter, but that is besides the point. That he has not felt the cold aluminium bat upside his head already is enough of an agreement.--
John Michael White: I do, and I will continue to hate him while we work on this project and I am sure for a long time afterwards. But hate can wait. This warzone will become intolerable for all of us if Kyzer and co gain a further foothold. If it takes a pact with the devil to tear him down, so be it.
--Satisfied, Holiday lowers his bat, though he and Natural still remain tense, keeping an eye on each other with their muscles poised to attack at any moment. The Ring Wars World Champion, however, slumps down further in his chair, hand reaching down to stroke the head of his faithful dog.--
Andrea: You still have the title versus title match this week.
John Michael White: Of course, we do. You know, Mister Holiday, I began my career in the UVCW. That title you hold, it always slipped away from me.
Holiday: And you from me.
John Michael White: Then I am sure we will find plenty to fight about when we begin our contest. Convincing Dynasty that we are still at war should pose no difficulty. We are, after all, not on the same side. Rather, like the Christians and the Jews, we merely hate the same people.
Holiday: Then we have our match as we always would. Good. I never would pull any punches for you, John.
John Michael White: This main event match provides us with the opportunity to re-establish the focus on ourselves, so no doubt Dynasty will have some scheme in mind to retake the spotlight. And on the same show, they have the opportunity to win the tag titles, something I fear they are in danger of achieving. Mikah is flakey, who knows where she might be, and DreamKiller is insane.
Natural: You want to interfere on behalf of DreamKiller? After what he did to us?
John Michael White: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Holiday: I'm not your friend, asshole.
John Michael White: Well, perhaps only sometimes.
Holiday: And didn't you ask that maniac to capture my wife?!
--The Outlaw raises his bat, the Hotshot raises his fists, the dog pricks up her ears and the nurse just puts her palm in her face.--
Andrea: Geez, John.
John Michael White: Well, it's not as if he remembered to do it... right?
--Holiday and Natural eye each other uneasily again, then finally the Outlaw lowers his weapon. He takes a step toward the door, shaking his head.--
Holiday: Screw your plans, Johnny boy. I know you pull crap from your ass on the spot and say it was up your sleeve all along. Try whatever tricks you want with Dynasty, and I'll deal with them Outlaw style. As for you and I, we'll meet in the ring.
--With that, Holiday strides out the door, slamming it behind him.--
Natural: Think he'll be any help?
John Michael White: Help? With enemies like that, who needs friends?
