Post by johnmwhite on Aug 6, 2010 22:57:54 GMT -5
--Days after the REW StarMaker Arena was turned into a self-contained warzone, the cage has been dismantled, the blood mopped up, and the crowd is in their sticky seats once more as they have been invited to the retirement party of the decade. The house lights flicker, lasers flash and cameras spin, and we are LIVE!--
Allyson: Welcome everyone to REW! And have we got a party for you tonight?
Simon: A party? Why are these people cheering?
--The commentators can barely be heard over the hooting and hollering of the excitable audience. This crowd is going BANANA!
Allyson: Why are you in black? You look like you're going to a funeral.
Simon: I am going to a funeral! One of the most storied and glorious careers of wrestling has come to an end!
--Allyson can only tut, the rest of her retort cut short by the lights flashing on full blast. The entire arena is bathed in white, like a sustained flashbulb flaring. Music plays over the screams - a snippet of the rocky intro to Evanescence's "Everybody's Fool". Gradually the glare evaporates, and in the middle of the ring, its canvas black and ropes a merry purple, stands John Michael White.--
Allyson: I'm not going to miss his weird entrances.
Simon: I'm going to miss his nurse. Wait, did I say that out loud?
--Yes, you did, but fear not, for the slavering, licentious commentator is a staple in this industry, so it's not like you are acting any different from what we'd expect. And indeed Simon is treated to his last glimpse of JMW's nurse Andrea as she stands by him in the ring. They are in their finery. The lawyer is looking relaxed in a sharp suit and purple sports coat - almost overly simple without the familiar sight of a gold belt or two. Andrea is in a white dress with scarlet splotches around the neck and sleeves. She stands guard as the lawyer smirks at the screaming crowd. Raising his hands in the air, he proffers a two-finger V salute with each hand.--
Allyson: Ugh, trust him to copy Tricky Dicky.
Simon: I think JMW is just indicating his victory over Aaron Holiday.
--Andrea has her hands on the sterling silver microphone. As she speaks, the crowd quietens down, lowering their signs wishing the lawyer a happy retirement or a swift journey to hell.--
Andrea: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing for the last time... he is the longest reigning Ring Wars World Champion of all time, MWEW Hall of Famer, a Ring Wars Finals Tag Team Champion who won the match on his own, former REW World Champion and holder of countless other titles and honours... former Ring Wars Co-Commissioner, former leader of America's Youth, a man who beat Goldenboy--
Allyson: Oh like THAT'S an accomplishment.
Andrea: he is the lawyer, the snake, the king... John Michael White!
--The crowd applaud and boo in equal measure, while JMW gives them a devilish grin.--
Simon: Wow, that's what I call an introduction.
--Andrea holds out the microphone, and JMW takes it in his purple gloved hand. Once more the crowd quietens - even those who hate him are interested in this final speech.--
John Michael White: All good things must come to an end... but some say I am no good. They may be right. In fact, they are right, in some sense. I am a shark, I am a snake, I twist every situation to my advantage and I have no qualms about cheating and sneaking my way to victory. If Santa existed, I would certainly be on his naughty list. If Jesus existed, I'd be chaff to his wheat. But I did not come here to be good in virtue... I came here to be good in deed. I came here to win, or if not claim victory, limp away with my head held high. In individual matches I have met with mixed success. There have been times in my career where my associations have cost me my rightful glory, and I smiled. Victory comes in many flavours, not always the tang of gold. I drew companions through my career, and some I shed, whether by their treachery or their ill-fortune. I owe much of my gumption to Symbol, a man I knew too short a time, who taught me that to struggle and fail is more glorious than to skate on greased wheels. I owe some of my defiance to Posh...
--United, the crowd boos and heckles.--
John Michael White: Yes, Posh. He backed me up in my rebellion against tyrannical and arbitrary authority... as long as that authority was not his own, of course. He, Lady Death, Jackson, Cannoy all of AY took me in to their collective, sheltering my ego, reassuring me that regardless of wins, losses and acid tongues, there were some out there who looked at me in the ring and thought I was GOOD.
And of course, I must not forget my long-time rival Aaron Holiday. Everywhere I have went, he has popped up like a pimple on prom night. In our lengthy game of whack-a-mole I have always put him down, but he keeps coming right back up. Of course, now he will have to spend the rest of his days knowing that, whatever else he achieves, whatever else he accomplishes, he never beat John Michael White.
Allyson: Yeah, well JMW never beat DreamKiller.
Simon: Shh!
John Michael White: I leave battered and bruised, but I leave victorious. Not just in my last match, but in this game overall I feel I have gained more than I have lost. I have gained friends, I have gained guts, and I have gained glory. And if there is nothing to add... I rest my case.
--John Michael White faces the curtain to the REW locker-room, and takes a bow.--
TBC ?
