good riddance to bad garbage! (from white)

[dollabilla]

From the curtain slams out Dolla Billa with a mic in hand. There isnt no girls with him and he look mad like he aint slept in days. His face got bags under his eyes and he look more like a zombie than the man he really is.

_Allison : Whats this loser doin out here?

_Simon : Loser?

_Allison : Yeah Mikah ripp him to shreds!

_Simon : Come on dat match was a screwjob!

_Allison : Youre mom was a screwjob!

_Simon : HEY!

Dolla Billa step up right in John White's face.

He stare deep into his eye.

The fans chant for John White.

_Allison : He just standin there starin at white this mad dumb.

_Simon : I think Billa might have gone insane after losing to Mikah!

Dolla keep staring at White, White stares at Dolla. White brings up the mic to his lips again.
_White : Well...?

Dolla laughs out loud.

_Dolla Billa : I jus come here to...to congratulate...you. I....always....respected....you.

John White smiles and nod his head.

_White : Well thanks I guess.

_Simon : Wow a show of respect from one legend to another

_Allison : Simon im gonna have to kill u for dat. White is a multi time world champion...Dolla couldnt even beat Mikah! A girl!

_Simon : Well Dolla was the JXW champ...

_Allison : And thats why dat fed is now GONE!

White tries to move past Dolla but Dolla stretch his hand out to him.

_Dolla Billa : You...truly...is....the...best.

John White nods again and reaches out and shake Dollas hand.

_Simon : Is this passing da torch to Dolla?

_Allison : I dont think John is da kind of man to pass the torch to ANYONE!

_John White : ...thanks...now I leave!

John White turns to leave but Dolla dont let his hand go. John jerks his hand forward but Dollas grip is like iron on his hand. John White turns around to look at Dolla.

_White : I said im leaving!

Dolla shake his head and sudden he clothesline John White with da other! John White fall on da ramp and Dolla starts layin his boots into his face and back and neck and chest! Da crowd explodes in boos on Dolla...

_Crowd : YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! DOLLA BLOWS! DOLLA BLOWS! DOLLA BLOWS!

_Simon : WOW!

_Allison : Dolla just ruined John White's retirement!

_Simon : That was a ballsy move I like it!

_Allison : I cant believe that piece of crap will have da last word on the legend! I mean he couldnt even beat Mikah!

_Simon : Will u drop dat already?

John White finally get to his feet and start punching Billa in da face!

_Fans : JOHN! JOHN! JOHN! JOHN!

_Allison : Yes! John White showing Billa what a real man is!

_Simon : I think this fans are looking for the bathroom.

_Allison : huh?

_Simon : You know "The John" ?

_Allison : *facepalm*

John White fight Dolla to the end of the stage. Dolla's face is busted open as John White keeps punching him in the face and Dolla starts to fall down. Dolla fall down as John starts kickin him now. John White stops as he see security come out when Dolla suddenly pull out a LEAD pipe. Dolla ducks John's right hand and slam the lead pipe into his gut. John fall to one knee and Dolla slam the pipe over his back and then lift John in da air.

*CRASH*

Dolla tosses John White off the ramp with a suplex just as security get on da stage. They hold Dolla Billa back as John lies after crashin through a bunch of speakers and stereo equipment. The crowd is quiet.

_Allison : I dont think ANYONE can believe what just happened.

_Simon : Look Dolla is fightin security!

Dolla clubbers security with da lead pipe before running to da ring where he grab the microphone. More security start to run out but Dolla keep holding the mic.

_Dolla Billa : DOLLA DOLLA!

_Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

_Dolla Billa : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Dolla Billa laugh like a mad man as Security grabs him and drags him away.

_Simon : I think Dolla Billa snapped he lost it!

_Allison : He is a COWARD!







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[johnmwhite]

--Dolla Billa cackles, wide-eyed and wild looking. Security tries to hustle him out of the arena, while Andrea stalks up to the cluster of guards around him. She carves her way between them then cleaves Billa almost in two with a foot to the nuts. On the ground, wheezing but still grinning manically, the broken Dolla is not the only one laughing.--

Voice: Ahahaha.

--We cut over to the rubble and debris by the stage, where John Michael White is beginning to stir. In one hand, he still holds his sterling silver microphone, laughing openly through grunts of pain. In the other, he holds a cigar, its end flaming red in the shadow of the stage.--

Allyson: I don't believe it.

Simon: He's rose again!

--John Michael White staggers to his feet, walking right up to Dolla as a half dozen guards hold him down and shackle him with handcuffs.--

John Michael White: I can't help but point out... this never would have happened on my watch. If a lawyer were in charge of a fed, you can bet your bottom dolla that things would run fairly.

Allyson: Wait, what's that supposed to mean?

--JMW takes a puff of his cigar, blowing acrid smoke in the face of the restrained Dolla Billa.--

John Michael White: Just saying.

Simon: Just saying? Is he just saying what I think he's just saying?

--Is he? Who knows? Do I even know what he's saying? Probably not! But perhaps we will find out once whoever is next to come down says their piece...--

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[Toothpick Teddy]

As the smoke dances between Dolla Billa and John M. White there is a sudden appearance on the stage behind then. Through the curtains, nonchalantly, with no music and nary a spotlight in his direction, walks a familiar man.

Allyson Cowell : Thats...is that

Simon Layfield : Jacques Fureau?


The fans, confused due to their short memory span fail to recognize the pompous former REW star as he stands there looking at White and Dolla, neither of whom have taken their eyes off each other. Jacques whips out a microphone.

Jacques Fureau : *cough*

He knocks on the microphone, making a *thump* *thump* sound echo throughout the arena. Dolla notices the new arrival and Johnny turns around to see what Dolla's wide eyes are staring at.

Jacques Fureau : *ahem* Now that I have your attention, Jonathan...I would like to address, you, the man with you in the ring and the rest of the fed. Since some of you may be gifted enough not to have the memory span of a chipmunk, I will not remind you of who I am. Those that need know already do.

As far as what I am doing out here, well, lets just say that sometimes you happen to walk in on something you shouldn't. I'm sure many of the pleibeans in this crowd have had the experience of being walked on, but it is far less pleasant than what we have here.

John lifts his microphone to speak but Jacques holds out his hand to pause him.
The crowd boos.

Allyson Cowell : What is he talking about?

Jacques Fureau : I left here a few months ago because of bad management. Honestly, I am surprised this place is still here and that this show managed to draw more than ten people while actually still making money. But what you have just suggested runs deeper, much deeper than what you implied.

You're right, Johnathan, this federation would run better with you as it's commisioner. It would run better with just about anyone as its commisioner...well, except maybe Posh, we all know how that turned out...

Laughter can be heard in isolated bursts through the arena.



Jacques Fureau : You know what they say, Jonathan, when you want something done, you

John M White : DO IT YOURSELF!


Jacques smiles at John's interruption.

Jacques Fureau : and thats exactly what I am suggesting. You see, much like France in the 18th century, this place is prime for a revolution. It might not be much, but with the right person at it's head, it can be so much more and I see no better leaders that you and me John. Together, we can take things into our hands, together we can change the direction of this company. I've followed in your steps before, I've retired, I've sat at home and despite all the luxuries that my career has allowed me to have, I still sat there gnawing at my own fingernails, staring vehemently at the television screen, watching every damn wrestling broadcast, wondering...what if?

Now I dont want you to do the same thing and I dont want to sit at home any longer. I say we start something. I say we start a revolution. Topple the fools who are running this, throw them out and build that which we have earned.

But of course, every revolution needs somebody to do the dirty work...

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Jacques stares down at Dolla Billa who no longer has to be restrained by the security guards. The reckless thug now stands mesmerized by Fureau's speech.


Jacques Fureau : Dolla, you seem to have a lot of passion, a lot of desire. Why dont you join us in wrecking this place, destroying it so that it can be rebuild anew. All three of us share more than just being wealthy...all three of us share a mutual dissatisfaction with the people in charge of this place, all three of us can CHANGE this place. What do you say John?


Jacques stares at Dolla and John. John starts shaking his head...

Dolla looks confused.


Jacques Fureau : We dont have to do it if you dont want to John. I can go back into retirement, you can go retire and enjoy your wealth and Dolla, well Dolla can keep wrecking everything around here until he is kicked out. But think of what I said...you know you want to Johnny

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[Mikah]

I come out with my case in one hand and in the other a mic..The crowd is chanting Money Money in the bank over and over I stand there soaking it in as I came out on top as the Money in the bank winner..I listen to my song some more before talking....The music dies down as I start to talk...

Excuse me Jacques I have something to sayy..Billa whats wrong? Why are you so mad for are you mad that you lost to a woman? I mean I would be mad to if I lost to myself but I didn't I won the Money in the bank case...

I hold up the case and the crowd is going crazy..

You see dolla I came back at the right time and I took something that you wanted but now you don't have it hehe so why don't you go back in the locker room and stay there..Now lets talk about all three of y'all What are you guys trying to do form a group for what? See you have a guy that's bald and ugly and kind of old I do say so myself he do need to retire and we have Jacques well I don't know to much about you Jacques but I can see you are going to be something here in REW..and last but always least we have you Billa Dolla why are you trying to get john to stay for or whatever you are trying to do if the old guy wants to leave let him leave he's done all he can here..

How about we have a three on three match? and if you guys want to I get to pick the stip? So what do you say?