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Post by The Outlaw on Jun 22, 2010 15:21:19 GMT -5
My smirk is etched half cocked on my face and I fumble with the mic in my hands and look out to the crowd where I see a vendor.
[Holiday] "Hey you Mr. Beer man, toss me one of those Coors Light's!"
The can flies through the air and lands in my hands and I glance at the blue mountians indicating it's as cold as the Rockies and pop the top and take a big gulp before pulling the mic to my lips.
[Holiday] "I think if I can make three people happy tonight I'm doing my job correctly! So Dolla, you wanna prove to the world that you're the real deal? You want your oppertunity to go one on one with some of the best? YOU work your ass off, you show up to work on days we don't have shows and you show up regularly and have a fairly decent winning record, so to you I say....YES!"
[Simon] "Holiday said YES!"
[Allyson] "Yes, but to what?"
...Meanwhile Holiday walks down the ring steps and makes his way up the ramp where Cloud and Dolla stand side by side and Holiday stops about a foot away from the pair and takes another drink.
[Holiday] "And as for you Cloud, I'm not REWs working Champion and I haven't been in some time but I AM REW's new working commissoner! You're out here telling me ho to work, what you propose I should do. Heh, let me tell ya something...."
Holidays head cocks to the side and he takes his final drink of the beer finishing it in three and he continues...
[Holiday] "I'm here to work for the people who will work for me! Battle Royal to give this fed a new working Champion? Sounds GooD to me, now to fill the final man in this triangle with something that makes him happy. Dolla I said you can have what you want and what you deserve. You said you can hang with the PROs. So Cloud wants a battle royal, you want to face someone worth your time and as for me, I want what Cloud doesn't want to give me....A FIGHT and I want it right NO....
*WHAM*
Holiday caught a boot right to the stomach by surprise and bent over but only for a split second as Dolla Billas fist stood him up with an upper cut sending Holiday stumbling down the ramp putting some distance between him and Dolla. Not satisfied though the young man Detroit followed through and sprinted down the ramp extending his arm and driving Holiday back onto the steel ramp with a short arm clothesline.
[Cloudstrife] "Wow Holiday is getting old, Dollas making him his bitch..."
TBC?
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Post by The Messenjah on Jun 22, 2010 15:54:06 GMT -5
The Boss comes out on to the stage with his science long coat on and with a cane in his hand and in the other hand is a mic...The Boss looks at the three guys and then turns his head towards Aaron Holiday...
Cut my music...
The music dies down as The Boss starts to talk..
Ok first off I would like to tell you something Mr. Holiday..You are not the Commissioner I repeat YOU ARE NOT THE COMMISSIONER..You are a Co-Commissioner and you better get that through your head..Icy Holiday ohh I mean Sara Stone is the commissioner Ohhh wait she doesn't understand her role as commissioner and I made sure of that so that now leaves me as commissioner because since I control her and I can tell her what to do that means I have all of her rights as staff...
The Boss looks at Aaron with a evil smile..
What do u got to say about that Mr. Holiday?
The Boss then looks at the other two
As for you two Dolla Billa you won't win this Tag Turmoil because my team will and what makes you think that you can come back here and try and make a name for yourself going after the big leagues of this company you need to start down at the bottom like everyone else...Cloud what makes you think you can win this Battle Royal? Didn't you lose to us last week? Just why?
The Boss then looks right back at Hoilday..
Aaron you need to get your ass back in the office and get behind that desk of yours and do some paper work on like how do win a match..Because you and your daughter came up short last week also in our Tag Team match..
The Boss puts the mic down by his side and awaits for a response...
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Post by johnmwhite on Jun 22, 2010 21:59:45 GMT -5
--Aaron Holiday glowers at The Boss, his unappealing co-commissioner.-- Allyson: They may share power but there's no love lost between these two. Simon: I'm a bit fuzzy on the legalities of it all, but can a zombified Icy Holiday really be allowed to be used as a puppet to control a company? --Holiday grits his teeth, formulating his terse response.-- Allyson: Don't ask me, ask a lawyer. --He opens his mouth to spew forth venom. Strangely, a gleaming silvery microphone falls down before his face, uncoiling from a cable.-- Simon: What the...? --Aaron Holiday blinks, startled. The Boss paces back, wary of an ambush. And then, as one, all eyes in the arena turn upwards, toward the catwalks and rafters high above the ring.-- Allyson: Me and my big mouth. --A bald silhouette is outlined against the bright lights under the gantry. It pauses for a moment, looming over the ring. Then, because it's mysterious and cool and all that shit, the figure walks away, vanishing into the darkness above.-- TBC by ? |
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Post by The Outlaw on Jun 23, 2010 15:18:59 GMT -5
The silver mic swings back and forth meanwhile the diamond plated steel mic in my hand inches it's way towards my lips and my voice breaks the silence once again putting all eyes on me, I'm just glad that the interuption The Boss created stopped Dolla from continuing his onslaught agains me!
[Holiday] "Co? CO...you've got to be fucking kidding me! Because you chopped and screwed with her mind and brain washed her you think she's your silent soldier in your war to take over? Take a step back jack and let The Outlaw paint you a vivid picture of where you failed. DNA tests will prove that she is MY WIFE! In the event that something happens to her EVERYTHING is left to me, her stock, her money, her legal obligations so let me tell you who second in command would be if that was even a Legit thing for a company to do, it'd be ME, REW's Prodigal Son....Trust me, I've got a Lawyer on my side. You see that statement I made wasn't just for the two men out here, it was for everyone on the REW roster! I AM REWs working commisoner and I will work for the people who want to work for me.
I take a second from the mic, a second too long as The Boss once again puts in his much unwanted opinion.
The Boss] "Sorry Aaron Holiday but no lawyer can save you from what has happened. My creation will....
[Holiday] "HEY!! That's My WIFE you're talking about. For weeks I've been trying to get you face to face and tonight I'm out here looking for a fight and you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
The Boss' eyes grow wide as he's contested to not ever get in the ring with Aaron Holiday and suddenly even though he's out of reach he's still within aim of a loaded gun. He turns quickly on heal to walk away no longer desiring to contest his will but as he does the sharp tip of a sword is pointed at his throat and The Boss looks down the blade to see the smirking face of Cloudstrife and together they walk towards the ring where I stand.
[Simon] "Uhh Ohh,, I bet The Boss didn't think this would be the outcome of his arrival. Aaron Holidays been wanting to get his hands on the man who took his wife away from him for some time!"
And with every passing step I could feel the adriniline surge through my body, the pain, the hate, the desire to KILL! My eyes were locked and loaded, I was feelin' nasty and seeing red and the out of nowhere a small tap on my shoulder jerked my attention...It was Icy!
[Holiday] "Baby, where did you come from?"
[Sara Stone] "Behind you through the fans."
[Holiday] "Why are you out he..."
**!!WHAM!!**[/i][/u]
[/color][Allyson] "She just hit Holiday with the Widows Bite!"
TBC
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Post by Astharoth on Jun 23, 2010 17:29:50 GMT -5
Meanwhile John M White (The M is a very important part) is walking the rafters above the ring. Suddenly John M White stumbles into someone.
He is shocked! A look of surprise appears on his face. It looks like this  , no wait, more like this, : -0 to say the least, Mr. White (thats not wise) is REALLY surprised. The bald headed legal behemoth pulls himself together.
John M(!) White : What the heck...why are you sitting up here on MY rafters?
The man sitting on the rafters looks at him and suddenly a skeleton falls from the sky. It's bones fall down, nearly hitting John White on the head. John White just kind of ignores it, but he saw it and so did the fans. Well, the fans saw bones falling down, but if you're a pie, I bet you get what I'm saying here, ya know? Yeah. Like that baby.
Extremely Mysterious Man : I'm eating a sammich!
Indeed, the strange man is not lying. He is eating a sandwhich...excuse me, a SAMMICH, so one can say he is in pretty good shape.
John M(!) White : On the rafters? Move over before I throw you over!
A dangerous threat!
Mysterious Man of Mystery : Okay fine, fine.
With a lot of effort, the strange man gets up and lets John (M!!!!) White make his way further so he could go out and climb down elsewhere and continue to be evil and mysterious or whatever. Except for one thing...as he is leaving he feels something cold and wet slap the back of his head. White's bald noggin immediately turns around and he sees nothing. No one. zero. The mysterious man of mystery is missing...White grabs the back of his head...
Mayonaise.
The mystery man threw that sammich he didn't finish eating and disappeared!
Now, Mr. White must seek revenge!
Meanwhile below the ring, all that the fans see is first a bunch of bones falling down and then a small sandwhich pieces falling smack in the center of the arena.
Now if that won't bring REW ratings through the roof...NOTHING will!
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Post by allysa on Jun 23, 2010 18:07:09 GMT -5
Welcome Home Instrumental Version by Coheed and Cambria blast across the speakers and once again the attention of the crowd is jerked from the center of the ring where Aaron Holiday lays on the mat at the vicious attack from his wife.
[Simon] "Now what's happening?"
[Allyson] "It looks like Daddys little girl is here!"
Sprinting from the back ran Allysa and she wasn't alone. Her entire life she had watched her dad on T.V. and if anything she learned that often times you don't come to the ring to fight, you come to make an impact and with her fathers classical lime green titanium bat in her hands she planned to do just that.
Sara Stone of course was a witness to all of this and stood at the ready as Allysa jumped onto the apron and the two locked eyes for the first time as they never got to meet face to face on Wrath.
[Sara Stone] "What's the matter, are you just a timid little girl hoping the bringing that bat with you would give you confidence?"
[Allysa] "I'm not the one who needs it, you want it make like a proper bitch and play fetch."
Allysa threw the bat inside the ring but Sara Stone didn't budge the two merely stared holes through each other and outside Dolla waited on the ramp watching the action, Cloud held The Boss at swords point and some fans grew curious as to why bones were raining down from above.
[Sara] "I don't need anything to take care of you but my bare hands little girl."
Pulling a page out of her fathers book Allysa spit in the face of Sara Stone engulfing her with rage and she wildly swung at Allysa who ducked and caught Sara by the head and leaped off the apron slamming her throat agianst the ropes and bouncing her back where she hit the canvas. From behind The Boss made his way to Allysa after breaking free from Clouds reach and he grabbed a handful of hair from behind.
[The Boss] "You wretched little girl, you're just as big of a pain as your father."
But what The Boss had failed to realize is how big of a pain Aaron Holiday was about to become as he loomed behind him with that infamous ball bat in hand after leaving the ring while all attention was elsewhere. With a light blow he slammed the bat into the back of The Boss' head and he collapsed to the cold concrete floor on the outside.
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, no wait, more like this, : -0 to say the least, Mr. White (thats not wise) is REALLY surprised. The bald headed legal behemoth pulls himself together.
