Post by johnmwhite on Feb 6, 2010 20:52:07 GMT -5
--The battering, the baldening (that's a word, right?) and the berating of John Michael White and his nurse Andrea plays out once more on the Raven Vision, a replay discussed and dissected many times over the past few hours as REW's crack analysts wonder at the barbarity on display. Moreover, they wonder about the barbarity to come. John Michael White, left bloody and bruised on the canvas as our replay fades away, is one of the most cunning and cruel minds to enter the squared circle. Just how will the lawyer satisfy his thirst for vengeance, and what will be the collateral damage?--
Allyson: Those images are shocking. Just as we were starting to think the Outlaw had lost his edge, he and his wife pull this...
Simon: And it's his wife I'm blaming this on. Aaron was starting to reflect, almost become a sensitive soul, and was taking his losing streak like a man. Then she rekindled something within him and this... thing was unleashed.
Allyson: And a nurse bore the brunt of it.
Simon: Never mind the nurse, what about the lawyer? John Michael White is not used to being outflanked, and its happened to him twice recently.
Allyson: And from what the Outlaw said, it sounds like perhaps he and JMW had some kind of backstage alliance against Dynasty which has apparently now broken up. At least that is what I am guessing Holiday meant when he said he had pledged allegiance to the lawyer's flag. What else could that refer to?
Simon: I ain't gonna ask and I don't want them to tell.
--The arena lights are snuffed out. Static bursts onto the Raven Vision, quickly melting into the cold, smooth features of the bald REW Ultra Violent Ring Wars World Champion. The camera is close, filling the screen with the lawyer's head and the top of his torso. The scratches and burns from Icy's assault with the razor blaze pink against his white, white flesh. The background is merely stark blackness, and the light flickers and glows warm orange, as though from candles. Without his customary devilish grin, eyes unblinking, John Michael White begins to speak.--
John Michael White: I am currently at an undisclosed location, but fear not, for I can see all that goes on in that arena. And I will be back, you cannot keep the devil down, but for now Andrea and I require recovery. Mister and Misses Holiday, I would recommend making lots of love between now and when I get back, because you are going to want to make the best of this time you have left. I will not hurl out churlish threats such as I plan to kill you - quite simply I don't. It would be neither wise nor desirable...
--The lawyer's voice is tense, quiet. Like a dog on the leash, it seems to strain, a boundless energy barely contained.--
John Michael White: I would far rather you two live for a long, long time. And when I am through with you, love will be far from your minds. Fortunately so will you.
--There it is. Just a flash, but for that split second the cheeks twitch with a wry smirk.--
John Michael White: But the party does not have to wait for me. To the rest of the federation, I make this offer... you want to jump the queue, you want to get yourself in a main event and have a crack at the REW Ultra Violent Championship? Deal with the Holidays in a manner which makes me smile, and you'll go straight to the top of the list. Whoever makes them SCREAM AND SUFFER like they made my nurse suffer... they will receive a title shot against me. And I'm doubling down - they will also receive immunity from my happy trigger finger. A title shot and job security? You can't get a deal like that anywhere else in this recession!
--And now the smiles breaks like dawn across the lawyer's face. As it spreads wider, John Michael White flashes that devilish grin. Behind it, though, with those eyes not shining and his features hard, there appears to be an unusual edge.--
John Michael White: It's not duck season, it's not rabbit season, it's the Holiday season! Happy hunting!
