REW Idol

[johnmwhite]

--He struggled. He fought. He clawed. He got SHOT IN THE FACE and came back fighting. The slippery lawyer, the serpent of the squared circle, once more defied the odds and his critics and pulled off... hey, who's writing this?--

John Michael White: I am, just take the dictation and keep quiet.

--Fine. So John Michael White, REW World Champion, has stood tall in the Riot. And now the REW arena waits for the fallout. The crowd is hushed, seeing the ring decked out in the black and white livery of the champion. The ropes? Two black, the centre white. The turnbuckles are the opposite. The canvas is chequered in dark and light. And in the centre sits a a great throne, a chair in the shape of an eagle, wings spread to encompass the powerful figure due to sit there. As the lights fade out, a guitar sounds. Now that he is back to winning ways, perhaps it is appropriate that the song should start...--

Amy Lee: Perfect... by nature!

--"Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence blasts around the building, and once more the REW World Champion is carried aloft on his sedan, hooded figures taking him down the aisle to the ring. As the Champion steps onto the apron and through the ropes, at his feet the nurse slithers into the ring, rising onto her haunches to sit faithfully at the throne's side. The king takes his seat. Over the shoulder of his beautiful purple sports coat which is not garish or silly looking in the slightest and is the height of fashion in cultured cities like London and Edinburgh, the REW World Championship gleams. In his left hand, gloved in purple leather, he holds the sterling silver microphone.--

John Michael White: Veni, vidi, vici. I came, I saw, I conquered. How many times I have been in this position, and how many young pups have been nipping at my heels, while the old dogs assail me with their challenges. But still, I am here. Still I wear this heavy crown, still I am weighed down by responsibility, still I endure the relentless sieges of pretenders. And I tire of it.

You would think a lawyer would never get tired of winning, but frankly it is exhausting being this good. Once more I have taken on the best a federation has to offer, and once more I have wriggled out of the carnage clutching victory. It was not easy. It rarely is. My opponents were far from slackers. Money may be a loudmouth with no real need to be in this game but the hunger to win is there. And Hellian... well, he's always been a maniac. He's been around a long time, and so have I. I've done a lot, I've invested much into this business, and I have made sure the name John Michael White will be remembered!

But how does this world remember me? How do they talk of me, the greatest strategist wrestling has known, longest reigning Ring Wars World Champion in history, the man responsible for matches of the year, a man who won a Ring Wars Tag Team Finals by himself? They still say I am a paper champ!

What does a man have to do to earn respect? I will tell you... nothing. There's nothing a man can do in this business to earn respect. And a woman? Ha. Might as well check your dignity at the door. Face it, this world is ugly as sin, and while a weasel like me may enjoy stirring the pot, I have no lust to live in it.

But I do have this big gold belt anchoring me to this place. It wouldn't feel right to walk away with it around my waist, leaving a power vacuum and a tawdry new title for the fiends to scrap over. I left Ring Wars with my head held high and my championship firmly around my waist and that place fell like a house of cards. I would not wish to see the same happen here... at least not until I can make a killing on the stockmarket because of it.

Now that I have won the Riot, I have become the number one contender to my own title. Hooray! Unfortunately if and when I manage to beat myself, and I'm sure I could, I'll be left with the same problem. Which is why I am to nominate just who is next to get the a shot at this title.

--The lawyer leans back in his chair, hand stroking the buzzcut on his nurse's head.--

John Michael White: So if you want a shot, you better come out and make your case. Do something interesting, something constructive. Entertain me. But please, no beating me up, shooting me in the face or nailing me to a cross. Violence isn't everything, and a champion does need to be versatile if they want to be the face of a company.

--The lawyer gestures to the stage, smiling.--

John Michael White: Consider this REW Idol. Come on out if you think you've got the stuff.

TBC by ?

[The Messenjah]

starts to play throughout the arena and The Boss comes out with a mic already in hand and stands on the stage listening to his music before talking....

Cut my music right now...

The music dies down as after he said that..

Hey there Mr. White I saw your match and I like it and I also have been watching you over the weeks and I have a business opportunity for you how about we add some more gold to your waist? Say Tag Titles or others? Hell we could have all the titles in the business..What do you say about that? You know you want some more gold and I want gold I think we should do something about that..


TBC?

[T Money]

The Boss and Sara stands in the entrance way waiting for John to reply. Thinking John may need some more encouragement the boss brings up the microphone to his mouth but before he can get his next word out the microphone is snatched from The bosses grip.

Lil Money: Hey boy let me tell you some thing. You gone done enough talking.

Sara eyes Lil narrowing them at the blatant disrespect show by Lil witch quickly grabs the attention of Lil himself.

Lil Money: Woman every one knows you’re a gold grabbing whoe, back you’re ass up before I unload a boot off up in that gaping hole.

Turning to look at John standing tall in the ring his chest puffed out and the prestigious REW Heavyweight Title resting on his shoulder. Lil smirks at the champ.

Lil Money: So you’re the paper champ every one is making a big deal about. You know what I see when I look at you in that 6 sided ring… I see a washed up has been messing up my ring that’s what I see. don’t you think you’ve ducked Lil Money long enough.

John grabs his microphone out of his pocket a look of anger on his face, his eye balls bulging.

John Michael White: Ducking you….

Lil Money: Hey boy I’m not done talking so shut you lip or I’ll walk my ass down there and split it for you. Is there any dough in any one’s mind that come Death Row it will be John White verses Lil Money for that title.

The Boss pulls Lil’s hand turning Lil around grabbing the microphone and lifting it up to his mouth.

The Boss: Now look here I’m not out here for some common street thug I’m out here to talk business with Mr. White and that business as nothing to do with your kind.

Lil shrugs his shoulders and nods knocking what is coming next, with one quick shot the boss is on his back in the land of nod with his jaw swelling. Lil shacks off his fist looks Sara Stone up and down then turns back to face John.

Lil Money: Like I was saying you know I’m speaking the truth but I know you ducking me so what you say John you want to stop being a woman and get in the ring with a real man.

Lil lower the microphone stirring at John the fans cheer they approval.

Allyson Cowell: What do we make of this turn up of the books the fans want to see Lil Money v John White but John did win the Riot and gets to pick his own opponent.

Simon Layfiled: Why should Lil get a shot at the title did he earn it no! what have he done knocked out a old man and mouthed off to a woman real top man that makes him don’t it.

Allyson Cowell: I agree some of the tings Lil says maybe a little salty but that would be a good match for Death Row.

Simon Layfiled: Lil Money should be on Death Row not given a match.

Allyson Cowell: Well that’s not our call that’s John’s call so lets cut back over to John. I guess.

All cameras face the champ as the fans start to quiet down letting him speak.

TBC

[johnmwhite]

--John Michael White sits on his throne, chin resting in his hand, observing the puppets who have paraded themselves before him so far. He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, pondering his choices. There has been an offer of becoming a tag team and taking the titles, adding more prestige to his resume, but does it really need it? And there has been this miscreant making an offer most fighters couldn't refuse. Heck, most businessmen couldn't refuse it, a fresh main event match at a big pay-per-view event. But still, JMW was not most fighters, nor was he most businessmen. He was the exception to every rule.--

John Michael White: So you think you can come out here, punch a rich old man in the face, make demands, and that earns you a shot at becoming REW World Champion? Well... perhaps.

--Lil Money smirks, nodding along with this train of thought.--

John Michael White: That does seem to be how it goes in the wrestling world. However, in case you haven't noticed... this is MY WORLD. And Money, I'm afraid in my world a punch and a few harsh words don't go a long way. And this isn't only about wrestling. At the risk of sounding somewhat egotistical, this is about ME.

Allyson: Egotistical? Yeah, that doesn't sound like John at all...

Simon: Of course it's about him, he's the champion!

--Lil Money frowns, not sure where the champ is going with this.--

John Michael White: You might be able to earn a title shot these days just by demanding one, but my next match will go beyond the title of World Champion. You see my next match may very well be my last. And if anyone in the wrestling world wants to make a name for themselves, vanquishing the lawyer, leader of AY, the longest reigning Ring Wars World Champion of all time... that ought to be a good start.

Allyson: Finally, he's leaving!

Simon: No, don't go, John!

John Michael White: In my next match, if I lose, I retire. I go out on my back like the kings of old. Though of course I choose the stipulations. I'll go on my terms, and I'll go against the person who impresses me most. Try again, Mister Money, unless there's anyone else out there who thinks they can earn a thumbs up from the Emperor?

TBC by ?

[The Outlaw]

The look on Lil Moneys face was as if he just took a swig of vinigar and despite the bitter and putrid taste the words of John Michael White had just slapped the taste out of his mouth.

Stepping over the broken old man and past REWs new female assassin Lil was determined to prove that weither the match was granted or not he could stand toe to toe with the wrestling worlds most secretly loved idol. John sat on his throne still completely unamused even as Lil tore back the apron and grabbed a chair from under the ring. He made his way past the hooded figures who waited on stand by to carry the champ back out of the ring in style in fashion and stepped through the ropes while John still sat not at all impressed.

[Lil] "Get up and I'll prove to you that you can't withstand all odds!"

Showing a faint sign of intrest now John smirks and compliments his silver mic with his silver tounge...

[JMW] "Get out of my ring and save yourself the embarassment."

Pure hatred flashed in Lil's eyes and he raised the chair back and with every ounce of strenght he had he pulled to slam the steel across Johns smirking face....but the chair didn't budge!

Eyes wide and full of rage Lil spun around to find out why and he seen one of the hooded men holding the chair back and quickly that man ripped it from Lils grasp and slammed it to the floor outside and he stepped inside the ring eyes peering down at Lil who stood about four inches shorter than him. Before anything else could happen Johns voice boomed across the P.A.

[JMW] "Now THIS is entertaining!"

[Lil] "Boy you should have really stuck to your role of helping carry the champions weight..."

[?] "And The Iron Horsemen should have killed you when they had the chance! Now I promise you I'm not some feeble old man so don't test the waters with me...BOY!"

The hooded man left Lil's side at that and made his way to the REW Champion where he extended his hand and silently asked to borrow Johns mic, now amused and wanting to see more the champ obliges and hands the mic to one of the four men who carried him to the ring.

[?] "You want a good match John? You want someone who can see more of your vision from where you are so obviously blinded by your sacred faded past times? Well I'm tougher than nails, I can promise you that! For too long I've watched you strut by like a king and with the fame and glory of being one you always manage to end up crying like a bitch! Well my proposal of having a match with you goes beyond being a champion or wanting a shot at the gold...to be honest it's about ME! If you lose you retire? Ohh the irony in that for me is too much because I can't retire untill you lose by my hand!"

Reaching up with his free hand the man grabs the hood of his robe and pulls it off revealing a faded Americas Youth T-Shirt and an even older hockey mask pulled back resting on the top of his head so that John can be sure, not that there was ever any doubt, that he knew who he was facing....Aaron "HELLIAN" Holiday!

[Holiday] "I loathe you, I hate you with a passion! And leader of Americas Youth? I as you can see by the shirt on my back was a part of that group and I would NEVER follow you! But above all, above the hate, the lust, the loathing....I RESPECT you John. I'm a thrill seeker, hence my extreme and graphic nature, and over the years hunting you and taking you one shot at a time has been fun, but the rush is fading away and there's only one thing left to do to bring it back....BEAT YOU! You can keep your belt and retire with it for all I care as it has no importance to me...but if you lose...if someone else steals my thunder, that is something I can't bear to live without! But if it IS the gold you care about, that sparks your intrest let there be a new Main Event Headline that has never before been seen....Aaron Holiday Bar Room Brawl Champion vs John Michael White REW World Champion with all the gold on the line! If it's not the tilte you care about I know that there is nothing more you'd love to do than take it from me more than anyone!!"

[Cloud Strife]

Cloud:If we are talking about matches that shake the foundation of the REW then I have an idea.

Everyone in the arena whips their heads to the entrance ramp where Sara still stands and now a new person stands. Everyone who knows the voice knows who it is and you can hear the cheer from the crowd rising up out of the silence that had been. Like a beast coming to wake. I stand atop the entrance ramp, smirking at the men in the ring. Too long it had been since I had seen a match to gain gold. And now the Lawyer was offering everyone a chance for consideration. I just couldn't miss this one.

Cloud:John Michael White, you say you have beaten the best this federation has to offer? All of the John? I think you may have missed someone.

The smile on the Lawyers face is all to knowing, and the crowd is starting to realize where I am going with this.

Cloud:Now Aaron I don't want to take away from you the victory you deserve over JMW, so this is what I propose. John Michael White, Me, AND Aaron "Hellian" Holiday in that ring, for all the gold.

I let the word sink in a little bit, before smiling wider.

Cloud:And now I am done. I am not out here to impress, I am not out here to talk at you till my mouth bleeds. I gave you food for thought, and now I leave you to think about it.

I turn and walk through the curtains again, leaving the men in the ring to have some more fun or just stare at one another. I didn't care what they did, I said what I came to say.

TBC By?

[johnmwhite]

--As Cloud leaves, the arena sits for a moment in silence. John Michael White drums his fingers on the arm of his throne, staring at the curtain, slumped with his head in his hand.--

John Michael White: Well that wasn't very impressive.

Allyson: I'm not sure Cloud Strife's words drew much attention from our champion.

Simon: And Cloud was mistaken, JMW beat him to become the number one contender to win that belt that sits over his shoulder.

--The lawyer shrugs, moving on to glare at Aaron Holiday.--

John Michael White: When you were carrying me out here, how hard was it for you to not drop me?

Aaron Holiday: Very.

John Michael White: Oh, I bet. Not because you're physically weak and have trouble supporting my gold and my ego, but because you are weak in another manner... you hate me. You hate me and it clouds your judgement. It's a crack in your armour, a break in your shell, and it is so clear and so tempting to stick my claws in and start to pull you apart. I used to be like you, Mister Holiday. I used to hate people. Well, I used to hate specific people. Now I just hate ALL people, and thus I no longer have that irrationality threatening to derail my plans. I don't act impulsively against the people I hate because I have grown beyond hate. I have transcended hate.

And being a champion in so many ways, I have transcended gold, as well. Mister Boss, your offer of tag team gold or any other title is appreciated, but it is no longer necessary. So too to your offer of the Bar Room Brawl Championship, Mister Holiday. I don't really want gold any more, I just want to see the look on your face when I steal the opportunity you desperately crave.

--Holiday leans forward, fists balled, expectant. This is it. This might be the last it. The final shot at finally defeating, one on one, the hunt that has eluded him throughout his entire career in the game.--

John Michael White: I have made my decision. My opponent for the REW World Championship shall be...

Allyson: Drum roll, please.

Simon: I'm taking bets. Anyone want to make some bets?

John Michael White: Andrea.

--Yeah.--

Allyson: What?!

Simon: I'm not taking bets! All bets are off!

--Stupefied, Aaron Holiday's jaw drops. Then, he clenches his teeth as tight as his fists, seething with anger.--

John Michael White: You didn't think I was going to actually FIGHT you again for the joy of denying you your greatest wish, did you, Mister Holiday? Ha! I'm getting lazy in my old age, and this is a far more efficient method for kicking you in the teeth.

--The Emperor cackles, while the REW arena boo and hiss at this proposed main event. And Andrea, in her white and red uniform, scuttles quietly away from ringside as we all wait for the expected wrath of Holiday.--