Post by The Outlaw on Oct 10, 2010 10:51:08 GMT -5
Shhh, the ringers are sleeping, or are they? Could they be sleeping for days or since I've been on hiatus does life just not breathe here anymore? Some would say the moments like this is what makes me a working champion, but if that's the case where is my belt? Ohh that's right, it's at the end of this tunnel in my sight and grasp.
But they all keep telling me, Aaron you have to win the tournament you created to get back what is rightfully yours. But they all fail to understand that in the end I still win. There's still the big finale that the winners of the next card compete in and that can be either K.C. James vs Kelly, Me vs Kelly or Me vs Me and I put my money on Me vs Me!
So what could I possibly have in store for the main event? Will we see the true return of Dozer, Triple X maybe? Perhaps I'll give Thomas Dreamer his shot back and we'll have the original match that got us here in the first place?
Only I know, but I'd say paying me a little tribute wouldn't hurt your shot of getting in the ring with me. Outside of returning Legends and by that I mean of the Ring Wars variety there are but a few men I would like to face....
Cloudstrife...
Blake Worship....
Jayson Ray...
But before I can make my return to the ring I suppose I must first make my return and give you all something to follow because lets face it not hardly any of you know how to take direction unless it's given....
The clock struck 6:00am, though it was not visible on the wall it had been mentally ticking away in his mind. The jangle of keys filled the silent hallway and Holiday perked up from his make shift bed on the floor looking around the room at the other prisoners as they settled back in from eating their shitty breakfast. The key was inserted into the cell door and as the guard pulled it open he was met with the smug grin of The Outlaw.
[Holiday] "About time! You're about 3 minutes late."
[Guard] "Well what you think doesn't matter, in this house we make the rules."
[Holiday] "I'll be sure to leave you some tickets, you think you have control in here step into the house that Holiday built and I'll show you control. Outside of that shut up and don't speak to me, I hate the paprazi!"
Holiday's cold hard eyes turned the guard away and in silence they walked away from the cell and down the corridor towards the stairs that led them to the booking station while the entire way prisoners beat and banged on the cells door thrilled to catch a glimpse of Holiday.....
Some Time Later....
The arena was dead outside of the tourists coming in to check the place out as they scoured the streets of New York, I must admit having the old arena in Vegas was a sure fire way to keep the house packed. A phone call had been made and it was posted around the arena and flashing on signs outside in the streets that an REW Superstar would be making a special appearance when the clock struck the hour and the seats were already becoming filled as the people waited to see who just might show up.
In a quick instant the arena was plunged into darkness and Hinders "All American Nightmare" bitch smacked the P.A. as I walked out onto stage and crowd exploded expecting some second rate hack and getting an Icon in return. I walked the ramp, slapping hands, kissing MILFs and autographing a nice pair of boobs before jumping onto the apron and taking the center of MY ring with my diamond plated steel mic in my hand....
[Holiday] "I'm back, and just in case you people forgot who the hell I am...I AM THE GAME!! Yeah, this isn't that moment but I am That Damn GooD! Soooo, what's the million dollar question I've came out here to ask...who wants to face me for the title if I beat Kelly and Hellian beats K.C.? Your possible next contender is about to walk down the ramp...."
Yep, here's your chance, WOW me and lets make something happen....cause I'm bored and this place is as dead as Big Fish!
