High Impact Punishment

[johnmwhite]

--JMW is hip. HIP! That's High Impact Punishment. Well, JMW isn't actually High Impact Punishment but he's pissed, and that leads to someone being punished. Sitting in his office in Vegas, in a grand hotel and casino just off the Strip, JMW ruminates over what has transpired in the lead up to the card which is about to air. Drumming his fingers on the desk, he comes to a conclusion. John Michael White grips the microphone sitting on his desk, hits a button, and his voice booms around the building, heard by the receptive crowd in the arena and the ringers in their rooms and showers as they prepare for the show.--

John Michael White: Well thanks to a certain Grufter, my REW comrades were largely unable to make their way to Las Vegas for this show. I had to bail them out with last minute air fares and spare tyres and whatever else, and let me tell you, it didn't come cheap. Bad boy, Grufter, bad boy! That is why you will be facing mister Razor Sharp in the opening contest, and I hope the two of you rub each other's noses in the mat to remind you of what you both have done.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of our little challenge to see which group could bring the most recruits to Vegas under their own steam. Well now, it seems that no one actually made it to Vegas without company assistance... including you, Mister Sharp. I do keep a close eye on company accounts, you know. That means that we have a draw in the beginning of these Ring Wars between ourselves and HIW. Now tonight's Blood and Guts show is an exhibition affair, designed to show just what the REW roster can do and wow the wrestling-starved Vegas crowd. Perform well and you will receive your share of the spoils. Of course, REW will take care of its own... if you play by the House Rules. Enjoy your stay in Vegas.

--John Michael White lets go of the microphone's button, cutting the feed. Leaning back in his chair, he sighs. Trying to motivate the troops was more work than he had anticipated. Two hands slip over his shoulders, rubbing them under slender fingers. The lawyer smiles thinly at the touch of his nurse, his tension released.--

Andrea: It is nice that this place does not seem to need a lot of work.

John Michael White: No, Posh may have run it into the ground, but it never lasted long enough for the building to decay. We're up and running again, and if my other property acquisitions come through... the sky's the limit.

--What could these cryptic words mean? What property could John Michael White be trying to acquire? And why doesn't the cameraman just ask if it's so damn important? Well, right now we're out of time, but some day we may find out. Until then, the old Blood & Guts logo fades into the picture, and a little burst of nostalgia bleeds from screens around the globe.--