Post by johnmwhite on Mar 27, 2010 17:35:04 GMT -5
Ty: He's done it!
Sid: I can't believe it!
Dr. Hill: Oh ye of little faith.
Ty: We had a hell of a match, a violent battle between two dark, ruthless entities. I'm not sure who we could have rooted for in this one, but the result is that DreamKiller has won the Ring Wars World Championship.
Sid: Out of the frying pan, into the fire for that belt. If there was anyone more evil than the slimy lawyer, I think it might just be our new champion.
Meghan Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the NEWWW Ring Wars World Champion... DreamKiller!
Ty: I think John Michael White might be in shock.
Sid: Or a coma. Please be a coma.
Ty: Wait... Did you catch that shot?
Sid: What's he smiling about? He must be deranged, he hit his head too hard in that match.
John Michael White: Congratulations, DreamKiller.
John Michael White: No need to fight now. It's over. You've won that belt that you wanted for so long. Sorry to give you the run around for months on end, but you just weren't quite ready. But now all the pieces have finally fallen into place. So congratulations again, DreamKiller... or should I say, Dark Lord?
Ty: Uh-oh.
Sid: Can't we ever have a Light Lord?
John Michael White: If Kyzer thought I was a handful, wait till he gets a load of you, Dark Lord. Violence and aggression and my favourite, chaos, the likes of which has never been seen. Now you have all the ingredients, the transformation is inevitable. And REW will tremble before crumbling to dust like the walls of Jericho.
John Michael White: Maybe I'm getting too old for this shit. But though I am weary, the war is almost over. My pawn has made it across the board, become so much more powerful. I have lost my title, but REW has lost its stability. The king is dead. Now, long live anarchy!
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Sid: I can't believe it!
Dr. Hill: Oh ye of little faith.
--DreamKiller has done it. Rolling off his opponent, DreamKiller lifts his fist in the air. He enjoys a pump of triumph, then immediately opens his fingers, ready to grip the gold that has eluded him for so long.--
Ty: We had a hell of a match, a violent battle between two dark, ruthless entities. I'm not sure who we could have rooted for in this one, but the result is that DreamKiller has won the Ring Wars World Championship.
Sid: Out of the frying pan, into the fire for that belt. If there was anyone more evil than the slimy lawyer, I think it might just be our new champion.
--DreamKiller rises to one knee, still somewhat spent from the heavy battle. He reaches out, willing referee Chase Evans to hurry up and give him that damn belt. It feels like it takes an eternity for Evans to lean through the ropes and take the championship from the arms of announcer Meghan Paige. As soon as he turns, DreamKiller swipes it from his grip, and raises the title aloft as his name is announced to the world.--
Meghan Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the NEWWW Ring Wars World Champion... DreamKiller!
--DreamKiller grins wickedly, catching his reflection in the polished gold. At last... His opponent, meanwhile, stares up at the ceiling.--
Ty: I think John Michael White might be in shock.
Sid: Or a coma. Please be a coma.
--The lawyer starts to stir. First, he breathes, which is rather tricky after having the weight that is DreamKiller land upon his lungs. Next, he starts to squirm, making the agonising motions to make his muscles draw him closer and closer to the ropes. John Michael White grips them and starts to clamber up, like a ladder, pulling himself more or less to his feet. As he looks across the ring he winces from the spotlight as it shines into his blue eyes and stakes his concussed, aching head. There in silhouette he sees the new champion, now standing tall, celebrating. And the lawyer smiles.--
Ty: Wait... Did you catch that shot?
Sid: What's he smiling about? He must be deranged, he hit his head too hard in that match.
--John Michael White reaches out of the ring himself, and a ring attendant hands him his coat. Slipping it on, he pulls from the sleeve his sterling silver microphone. As he speaks, his voice cuts across the roar of the crowd, as they express their mixed views over DreamKiller becoming the champion of a fed they thought long dead.--
John Michael White: Congratulations, DreamKiller.
--DK looks sharply back at the speaking former champion, but JMW holds up a hand, fending him off for the moment.--
John Michael White: No need to fight now. It's over. You've won that belt that you wanted for so long. Sorry to give you the run around for months on end, but you just weren't quite ready. But now all the pieces have finally fallen into place. So congratulations again, DreamKiller... or should I say, Dark Lord?
--A wicked grin crosses DreamKiller's face at the sound of the name. What's going on behind it, only he can know.--
Ty: Uh-oh.
Sid: Can't we ever have a Light Lord?
--JMW reaches between the ropes again, receiving his REW World Championship belt. At least he still has some gold. Slipping it over his shoulder, he ducks through the ropes, stepping out onto the apron. From there, he looks across the ring, and speaks once more.--
John Michael White: If Kyzer thought I was a handful, wait till he gets a load of you, Dark Lord. Violence and aggression and my favourite, chaos, the likes of which has never been seen. Now you have all the ingredients, the transformation is inevitable. And REW will tremble before crumbling to dust like the walls of Jericho.
--JMW turns to face the the Raven Vision, eyes on the backstage area.--
John Michael White: Maybe I'm getting too old for this shit. But though I am weary, the war is almost over. My pawn has made it across the board, become so much more powerful. I have lost my title, but REW has lost its stability. The king is dead. Now, long live anarchy!
--JMW then hops off the apron and limps his way toward the back, leaving DreamKiller in the ring as Dr. Hill slips into the ring to attend to him.--
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