Post by johnmwhite on Feb 14, 2010 19:40:39 GMT -5
--Cameron Natural faces the two Holidays, towers of power supporting this world, with his mind apparently falling apart at the seams as it wrestles with itself to make him bust a move and get into the groove and cut a rug like a jitterbug. The Outlaw Aaron Holidays holds a microphone, speaking words that are to be interpreted as a threat of things to come.--
Aaron Holiday: It would appear that the time limit for this match has exceeded and by default my wife wins again. But Cameron that is such a shame as the paying crowd expected to see you bow at the feet of a Holiday tonight. What is also a shame is that your master as I'll call him has tucked his tail and ran not only leaving his dog behind with me but you as well! So Cameron I'm in the mood to beat the hell out of a Trinity member and sadly enough for me you're the only one I can find....so I'm giving you a chance to make something of yourself right here and now. As you can see, I'm unarmed and merely just a man, what do ya say?
--Unarmed and merely just a man? There is a threat lying in that statement, but it is not one which should concern Trinity member Cameron Natural. As the unarmed Outlaw takes a step forward, cracking his knuckles and preparing to pound Cam's face, the lights shut off once again.--
Allyson: One day, someone will figure out a dramatic entrance that doesn't make me spill my damn coffee.
Amy Lee: Perfect... by nature!
--"Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence blasts across the speakers. A flare of white light erupts from the stage, like the brightest dawn known to man. The Outlaw's silhouette turns to face the ramp, leaning against the ropes as he beckons a shadow to step forward from the light. The smooth domed shadow steps forward, inching across the stage.--
Simon: Here comes the lawyer.
Allyson: Now I wonder which bitch he's seeking revenge for. The dog or the nurse?
--Looking forward to tearing into the man who took his Ultra Violent Championship from him, Aaron Holiday leans over the ropes, practically salivating as he calls for the lawyer to make his move. This somewhat blinds him to the fact that John Michael White has hopped the barricade and slides into the ring.--
Simon: Wait a second here...
--John Michael White pops up behind Icy Holiday, who is in a standoff with Cameron Natural. Unable to resist, the lawyer first taps her on the shoulder, flashing that devilish grin as she turns around to face him.--
Icy Holiday: What the fu--
John Michael White: Heeeere's Johnny!
--Quick as a cat John Michael White scoops her up by the hips and hefts her onto his shoulder. Cameron Natural takes this cue to hit the ropes and dashes back towards her as the lawyer starts to hurl her down. Together they drive her into the canvas, the Trinity's makeshift rendition of the 3D.--
Allyson: That tricksy bald son of a---
--The impact draws the Outlaw back around. Mouth agape, he looks from the lawyer to the Hotshot and down to his wife. A glance over his shoulder gives him a further look at the figure stalking down the ramp; as she emerges from the light, he can finally make out the face of the lawyer's shaven nurse. Damn, don't you hate it when something comes back to bite you in the ass?--
Simon: Oh he's in trouble now. This is gonna be a fight.
--With Icy not getting up any time soon, the REW Ultra Violent Ring Wars Champion decides to allow Aaron Holiday to stew in his predicament a little longer. Pinned between the three members of the Trinity, he looks back and forth, snarling like a trapped dog as he readies himself to fight. The lawyer, meanwhile, slips out his sterling silver microphone, having a little something to say about dogs himself.--
John Michael White: Aaron Holiday... were I a Christian, I may declare that the father above should forgive you, for you know not what you have done. Fortunately I'm a Jew, and I believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a bucketload of pain and suffering for stealing a dog! It's true, Mister Holiday, you do not know what you have done. You cannot conceive what you have unleashed. But I am a fair man, a just man. I will give you a chance to put it all right.
--Behind the lawyer, Cameron Natural steps hard on Icy on his way out of the ring.--
John Michael White: Tell me where the dog is.
Holiday: Bite me.
--JMW shakes his head. Of course, he expected no different, but... it would be nice, for a change, if people would answer a question like that. On the far side of the ring, the apron flips up as Cam Natural pokes around beneath the ring.--
John Michael White: I had hoped I wouldn't have to do this...
--Finding what he wants, Natural yanks down the apron again, setting a very heavy looking bright red bucket atop it.--
Holiday: Didn't want to do what? Make another speech? Like hell, you love the sound of your own voice, and you sure seem to think more of it than you do your ability to FIGHT.
--Natural slips into the ring again, hefting the bucket up to his chest. Something clear sloshes around it, some spilling onto the canvas near Icy's head.--
John Michael White: Last chance, Mister Holiday. Think of your wife.
Holiday: Oh no, she's gonna get wet! Hell, sometimes I don't even wait for her to get her clothes off before nailing my wife in the shower after a match. All you'll do is make one of the people who run this place mad.
John Michael White: Yeah, I guess she could get a little hot over this...
--The lawyer extends a hand towards Cameron. He turns his thumb down and his Trinity cohort pours. Icy screams, as though the liquid were matching her name. Awakened by the sudden drenching, Icy Holiday rolls out of the ring, cursing and screaming at a smiling Cameron Natural.--
Allyson: Well that's a bit embarrassing for Icy, but if this is the lawyer's revenge for what the Holidays have done to him and his nurse, I think he's starting to lose his touch.
Simon: Maybe he's just getting warmed up.
--Icy screeches as she points at Cam and JMW, making her way around the ring toward the ramp. Aaron Holiday shakes his head at the man who took his title. He expected so much more. Turning, he ducks down to climb out of the ring, knowing that there will be another round, and by the way this one went, he won't have too much to worry about.--
John Michael White: Oh, Mister Holiday, one more thing...
--The Outlaw looks up. CLANG! A green aluminium bat cracks him in the face, sending him tumbling through the ropes to the floor. The lawyer, purple coat hanging open, flashes that grin again as the Outlaw's wife rushes to her husband's side.--
John Michael White:
--A dripping Icy Holiday cradles her husband in her arms as the bald, white robed Andrea finally makes it to the foot of the ramp. Icy snarls at the men in the ring, then rounds on the nurse, spitting as she hisses.--
Icy: What do you want, you bald bitch?
Andrea: I want the fire marshal to be totally out of shape.
Icy: Huh?
--FLASH!
[/b] Andrea flicks her hands together. Flash paper makes contact. A fireball explodes from her fingertips, catching Icy Holiday square in the chest. There is a millisecond of dead calm before... WOOOOOF! And it's not the sound of a dog.--[/center]Allyson: OH MY GOD!
Simon: They're on fire!
--Simon is rather stating the obvious. Icy Holiday, and parts of the husband she held to her damp body, erupt into flames as the fuel soaking them catches light. Much of the crowd look away, from shock and the flash, and seemingly in slow motion security guards rush from their posts in the crowd, grabbing coats and blankets and extinguishers, anything to put out the flames. Icy's scream crackles on speakers at home, while the Trinity men slip out of the ring and walk to either side of her and the burning Outlaw. They join up with the nurse, sauntering back up the ramp as they just walk on by.--
Allyson: Someone help them. What the hell are the Trinity doing?
Simon: Holy shit...
