World Championship Match...But not the ending

[The Outlaw]

My eyes stare into the faces of the men in the ring as I wait for a reply on the outside boiling over with rage and full of hate to the point that Ashlyn's hand isn't even comforting on my shoulder. Dreamer extends his hand to John asking for his silver mic and receives it bringing it to his mouth....

[Dreamer] "After all that you've just been put through you still offer yourself, you still want "IN"? I just took the world you so arrogantly thought you stood atop of and ripped it out from under you. I know why you want to join us, because you're Aaron "Fuckin'" Holiday and you've got to have the last word, the last laugh and you think if we let you "IN" you'll shatter the favor and swerve us....I know you too damn well!"

I raise the mic back up with my outlaw smirk etched across my face...

[Holiday] "Heh, I just know the facts and the fact is we would be unFUCKINstopable! And just like the facts something else I can live with tonight is know you still can't beat me! Our first ever world title bout brother and you threw in the towel before it even began, you fear what I bring to the table so you put the man I couldn't beat in your corner! I know you're as resourceful as I am but I guess I just thought you had more respect for yourself and your pride but then again desperate times call for desperate measures!"

[Dreamer] "You're mind games won't work on me I know exactly what you're trying to do. You wanna talk facts let me show you proof....THIS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP IS MINE! There's the facts."

[Holiday] "Than shove this fact up your ass, man to man, friend to friend...you're a PUSSY"

[Dreamer] "And you're jelous and heart broken."

[Holiday] "If that's what you want to believe, but I'd rather be that and a man who stood up and fought my ass off for two championships tonight and lost than be what I said you were....you cowardly fuckin' PUSSY!"

[Dreamer] "Obviously Dreamkiller hit you a few too many times but hey if you wanna step up I'll knock you down."

[Holiday] "Step up...I've been the one standing, now if you want to grow some balls and face me let's do it. But no title I won't give you the pleasure of pain!"

Dreamer looks back over his shoulder to John who nods his head approving....

[JMW] "He's already been beaten once, just do it quickly and with ease to kill his ego."

[Dreamer] "Fine, you wanna fight for the title you got it!"

[Holiday] "I'm not done yet asshole, we do this our way, our rules and you can have John in your corner or he can hold me while you hit me for all I care but we have Chase Evans as the referee!"

[Dreamer] "I'd expect nothing else...now do you have any more demands?"

[Holiday] "Only one, when this is over...after I beat you and take back my title finnaly I STILL want IN!"

I toss the mic to Ashlyn and remove my shirt exposing the dried blood and still fresh and sore wounds from my match with Dreamkiller. I roll my head back popping my neck and glance back over each shoulder reading the tattooed words on them, PRIDE on the left and RESPECT on the right. My smirk flashes across my face and I leap onto the apron and over the top rope. From the back referee Chase Evans storms down to the ring and slides in as Dreamer and I glare at one another.

[Dreamer] "You shouldn't look soo happy."

[Holiday] "Why, this is your fuckin' nightmare!....PUSSY!"

*WHAM*, his right hand rings across my jaw and stagger me back and we meet in the same spot dead center of the ring.

[Holiday] "Heh, you know better than to play with me, you should have made that one count...now where do you want yours?"

[Dreamer] "How abou...."

!!BAM!!

[Simon] "Holiday delivered that upper cut before Dreamer could finish his words."

...He wobbles back and falls against the ropes but recoils on the bounce and comes back at me, one right, two lefts, another right shot after shot collide with my face and his fist...the same pattern of short arm punches I'm use to him throwing. I take two more left hooks to the jaw trying to keep my eyes on my target as they're scrambled in my head and at last he swings wide with his right, I side step and hook it in a modified arm bar and bend him over and he quickly looks for a way out. He sees my leg, if he could just grab it he'd throw me off. I steady myself and he goes for it....hook, line and sinker and I shift his weight and slam him to the canvas his arm fractions away from snapping in two.....

To Be Continued.

[johnmwhite]

--Aaron "Fucking" Holiday has just locked in the armbar all the tighter. Referee Chase Evans ducks down, asking Dreamer if he quits. Thomas Dreamer, of course, never quits. JMW slips out of the ring, banging on the apron, willing his new found partner to wriggle free. The crowd, rejuvenated after their disappointment at the swift ending to the previous World title match, are baying for blood and broken bones.--

Allyson: There's JMW, Dreamer's partner in crime here, and they almost got away with it!

Simon: And they would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for this meddling ref.

--On the opposite side of the ring, Ashyln drops off the apron and stands in her man's corner, cheering him on. Dreamer fidgets, flails, smacking Holiday hard on the nose with the back of his hand.--

Allyson: Oh come on, as if Mr. Raven or Seth would have allowed the world title to be outright stolen like that!

Simon: Stolen? Holiday's little minx interfered, using a weapon no less. You might not like the result, but you can't argue against JMW's ruling there.

--Finally Dreamer breaks free, and the two scoot to their feet. Holiday first, going for a forearm, but Dreamer catches him and hurls him toward the ropes. Holiday launches back with a huge shoulder tackle, slamming his foe hard into the canvas, then bounces right back up, snorting and stamping like a bull.--

Allyson: Oh here we go, Aaron Holiday is in the zone.

Simon: In the zone? Could you be any more generic?

Allyson: I could be Michael Cole.

Simon: ... zing. I guess.

--Holiday hits one set of ropes, the crowd whooping. He dashes over Dreamer, hits the other set, really building momentum for the big move. And then he falls flat on his face. Referee Chase Evans has been to more than one rodeo, and he immediately glares at the suspiciously close John Michael White, who holds up his hands, which happen to contain a cane with a hooked handle very much in keeping with the sort of thing one might employ to trip a running wrestler.--

Evans: Hey! What do you think you're playing at?

John Michael White: Me? I didn't touch him!

--John Michael White makes a charade of his innocence, drawing the irritated referee between the ropes. Meanwhile, across the ring.--

Allyson: Look out, Ashyln, behind you!

--Too late. Holiday's lackey gets hauled by the hair and slammed face first into the ring steps. Adjusting her latex gloves, nurse Andrea steps over the fallen woman and slides the golden bat across the canvas, straight into Dreamer's waiting hands. Dreamer clutches it to his chest. The referee returns his attention as Aaron Holiday rises to his feet, sending a sneer out to the lawyer. Then... he laughs. What else was he expecting?--

Aaron Holiday: Still your same old self, huh?

John Michael White: Still want into the club? You could just lie down now and I'll let you in.

--Of course, that's not going to happen. And speaking of expecting... part of what Holiday was expecting was to turn around right into a bat to the face from Dreamer. Holiday grabs the bat, an inch from his nose, and the tug of war begins as the two tough as nails competitors battle for control of the weapon.--

John Michael White: Boo! Bats suck! Learn to use something more creative already!

--Holiday glances back from his battle, smirking at the lawyer.--

Aaron Holiday: Oh yeah, like what? The dildo your nurse needs to keep her satisfied?

Dreamer: Ooh, burn.

John Michael White: Hey, shut up!

--Holiday smacks Dreamer with an elbow to the side of the head. Dreamer stumbles back, his grip slips. Suddenly the bat is in Holiday's hands. He raises it aloft, triumphant, ready for a heavy blow... so Dreamer boots him in the nuts.--

Allyson: Ooh, Ashlyn is not going to like that when she comes around.

Simon: I guess that's it for us getting any little Holidays. Though I'd prefer a long vacation. Get it?

--Holiday goes down, clutching his man parts. Eager to get this done, Dreamer looms over him, going for a choke. Too bad he kept his eyes open, because Holiday jams a thumb in one of them. As Dreamer recoils, Holiday grabs the rope, one hand still on his crotch, and starts to drag himself half upright on the side of the ring by the lawyer.--

John Michael White: Hey Holiday!

Aaron: Geez, what now?

John Michael White: How's this for a burn?

--The lawyer throws his hands together, hurling a freaking fireball right at Holiday's face. Holiday just dodges the flare, but that fire has to go somewhere, and as lucky and narrative convenience would have it, that somewhere is straight into the face of Thomas Dreamer.--

Dreamer: AHHHH!

John Michael White: Oops.

Dreamer: AHHHHH!

John Michael White: My bad.

--Dreamer hits the canvas like a sack of potatoes, then writhes around, kicking and screaming from the pain, like a sack of wildly mutated potatoes that I have no interest in eating. Holiday laughs, so JMW whacks him in the face with his cane, but even that can't wipe the smile off his face.--

Evans: Hey, I told you about that already!

John Michael White: What're you going to do, wave your arms in the magic signal that means a manager has been ejected from the building? I'm a lawyer, mind tricks don't work on me, only money.

Allyson: Looks like JMW is treading water here, trying to give Dreamer time to recover.

Simon: I can't believe this match is still going on. Funny how we're getting much more action after the bell...

TBC by ?

[Chris York]

So let me get this straight. Thomas Dreamer has been awarded the World Championship by impromptu referee John Michael White. However another match has broken out with Chase Evans as referee between Holiday and Dreamer two men who know each other like the back of their hands. Dreamer has been charred by a stray fire ball from JMW. And despite all of this Holiday still wants to join forces with JMW and Dreamer after the match is over. Ehh I'll roll with that.

Aaron Holiday stands next to the fallen anatomy of Thomas Dreamer. He shoots his eyes over at JMW with a grin on his face as he plants a foot firmly on the chest of Dreamer. Evans through his peripheral stops his bickering with the lawyer and hops down to make the count however perhaps too much time has passed and almost miraculously Dreamer is able to lift a shoulder from the mat.

A normal man would become frustrated but not Aaron fuckin' Holiday. He simply smirks at his long time cohort and drops a well place knee to his rib cage. Dreamer is pretty much nothing but dead weight as Holiday lifts him to his feet. He takes a step back and nails Destination Devastation a brootal super kicking causing the champ's eyes to roll in the back of his head as his carcass drops like a ton of bricks.

||JMW|| - Well damn! This isn't going according to plan.

Aaron stalks his victim like a vulture. He is just about to go for the cover when "Forever" by Drake hits the PA. (I know very cliche, whatcha gonna do?) The eyes of the fans shoot to the top of the ramp. Holiday simply grins when from the shadows step Chris York. Now sure York is a great veteran a multi-time champion. Even here in REW he was a World Champion the only man to be able to end the near six month reign of Blake Worship. However Holiday doesn't sweat York.

But all that changes seconds after when Dozer steps through the curtain with his ever so infamous solid gold baseball bat. He pulls silver bat out from his pants and hands it to York who happily obliges. The two make their way to the ring with the fans going absolutely crazy. Holiday has completely been taken aback as if he forgot what is going on in the ring.

||Simon Layfield|| - HOLY CRAP! I was shocked enough to see York return but this is beyond anything. DOZER is here!

||Allyson Cowell|| - Mmmm York looks gooood.

||Simon Layfield|| - Shut up whore! This is about to get interesting!

York and Dozer enter the ring and observe the situation at hand. Dozer taps the shoulder of Dreamer with his foot in return Dreamer lets out a moan of duress. Dozer demands a microphone and of course Evans hauls ass as to not keep the legend waiting. He hands the mic to Dozer who brings it to his lips.

||Dozer|| - Well...

Before Dozer can finish Chris York jams the butt end of his bat into the chest of Holiday who doubles over. Dozer then brings his bat down across the back of Aaron's head putting his lights out. JMW simply stares on from the outside while his compadre Dreamer and Holiday lay at the feet of two veterans both armed heavily. He looks over to his nurse and decides perhaps his wisest choice is to exit. However he doesn't get the chance when York leaps through the middle rope with a suicide dive driving White's back into the guard rail.

York begins with the fists pounding away with rights and lefts on the lawyer. After John is well handled York rolls him into the feet of Dozer. York picks his bat back up and the two stand proudly over the three top men in the REW. Dozer grabs Evans by the shirt collar and begins yelling something to him we are unable to make it out tho.

After Dozer release Evans reluctantly nods in agreement. With his bat Dozer lifts the arm of Holiday and places it upon the chest of Dreamer. Evans drops down and makes the count and the one two three. He quickly then scurries out of the ring over to ring announcer Katie Rain informing her what is going on.

||Katie Rain|| - The winner and NEW REW World Champion Aaron Holiday. However I've been informed Holiday will be defending the championship against Chris York now!

Chase Evans rolls back into the ring as the bell rings. York with a huge grin upon his face lifts Holiday's limp frame up in DDT position and plants his skull into the mat and locks in a grapevine front face lock. Obviously The Outlaw is in no shape to fight out and despite his better judgment Chase Evans calls for the bell and awards the match and the REW World Championship to Chris York.

||Katie Rain|| - The winner and NEW REW World Champion Chris York.

Dozer laughs as he walks across the backs of the three fallen ringers in order to pick his microphone back up.

||Dozer|| - Heh what a turn of events.

Dozer drops the mic and he and York exit to a crowd of raucous fans cheering absurdly YORK! YORK! YORK! They reach the top of the ramp and York throws his left arm into the air with his new prize tightly clutched before the two exit. Only time will tell whats next.

[The Outlaw]

OOC: Ehh, I'll Roll with it like the Tide....however York ya havn't been paying attention. Dozers golden bat was already in the ring....Yep, see he kind of gave it to me when he retired and we're like friends and stuff....but sometimes the D-Man has to get his shits and giggles in. Lastly, shame on you....I've had two matches tonight and you choose now to show up? DAMN DUDE! Well I've gotta go to work but we'll play when I get back!