Post by The Outlaw on Jun 21, 2010 20:35:25 GMT -5
HELLYEAH's Cowboy Way shatters the speakers in Star Maker Arena and lime green pyro erupts from the stage as The Outlaw, REW's Prodigal Son, The Residential Cowboy Aaron Holiday takes his march on the raised steel structure with his black leather Cowboy hat pulled down atop his head his eyes barely visible under the brim as they peirce down at the six sided ring.
With the snap of his wrist he pulls his infamous diamond plated steel mic from the back pocket of his tattered and torn jeans and makes his walk down the ramp and climbs into the ring and the music fades away to nothing as he pulls the mic to his lips.
[Holiday] "What happened to the GooD 'Ol days? Really, people use to bust down the doors just to get the oppertunity to step in the ring, hell some would train for months in the TraG hoping to get drafted every time it came around while others were born naturals and left that place in a matter of days! Through my years of carnage, destruction, and disregard for the rules I found myself kicked out of every major promotion and used that place to sneak back in time and time again.....
Holiday pulls the mic down for a second and shakes his head recalling the days of old...
[Holiday] "But it was worth it! I met a lot of good people there and learned how to work with the bottom of the barrell and even found a few friends along the way. But bi-God one thing was for sure, WE WORKED OUR ASSES OFF trying to make a name for ourselves. Every show, every night, every time we brought all we could bring hoping to one day get our shot. Todays Legends were yesterdays nobodys and my stepping stool to the top but yet we all seem to have something in common, we're slowly fading away!"
Aaron stops and looks out into the spectators trying to see them all eye to eye before he continues.
[Holiday] "Heh, now a days people just want to do interviews and show up and expect the work to be done for them because they call themselves a Super Star, NOBODY wants to work at being a champion of one of the all time greats and so we arrive back in the same situation I started in over twelve years ago, this is no longer a Premiere Wrestling Federation nor is it an indy show. This is a glorified training ground made of old bones and stories of the past! There are but two of the greats left and it's almost disgraceful that neither of them are decorated with so much as a championship title. With me as commisoner, THAT CHANGES! And it starts now! 'Ya see back in the day when I didn't have a match I spent my days infront of the camera still and I worked at being something weither I was trying to seduce one of Dozers ladies or steal Triple X's Golden Sledge Hammer, that was the mark of a working champion and when we didn't have anything else to do we'd simply fight each other for the hell of it!
So I'd like to take the time to invite every member of the REW roster out here to sit in the front row and watch a wrestling match, not just two people showing up and I'd like to challenge the only vet still left aside from myself who was there, one of those few friends I made back in my days of RWTG, CLOUDSTRIFE!"
Holiday drops the mic to his side and waits to see who will walk out for him or decide weither or not it's better to walk out on all of them...