Post by johnmwhite on Nov 18, 2010 17:45:37 GMT -5
--John Michael White takes his seat behind his desk, glowering at the pair who have interrupted his wonderful music session. Taylor Swift isn't going to listen to herself, you know! And the lawyer really did need to chill out, after all the hard work he had been doing around here lately. Ahem.--
John Michael White: I have made my decision. At last we shall have a card, the very last Blood & Guts before we have our first Pay-Per-View of the new Ring Wars regime.
--JMW's former pupil Steve Kleinman steps back into the room, rubbing his jaw and gingerly rolling aching shoulders.--
Steve Kleinman: Didn't they used to be called Free-Per-Views?
John Michael White: Yes and look how that business model worked out. I am here to make money, gentlemen, as well as to make decisions. And I have decided thus:
You two shall face each other in the main event, in a non-title match. Steve, if you can defeat Razor Sharp, your place at my side shall be restored, with elevated privileges and benefits.
--Andrea clears her throat. Not quite sure why...--
John Michael White: If you win, Mister Sharp, then you shall be my new protege, and you shall learn the ways of the law. Among other useful skills.
--The two glare at each other, but nod. They'll settle things in the ring, and that's satisfaction enough. John Michael White, meanwhile, leans over his desk and begins scribbling with a black quill.--
John Michael White: And since he won the Money in the Bank briefcase and has not yet chosen an opponent... or realised what is actually inside the case, apparently, I suppose I shall book Mister Grufter against our Strongstyle Champion, Lil Money. Let him have a taste of what a championship match might be like if he chooses to go that route. And as the rest of the fed have been quiet lately, I shall give them one last chance to impress me. Except Icy, who has failed me for the last time.
Razor Sharp: What do you mean?
--The lawyer jerks his quill across the page, as if striking out something in black ink.--
John Michael White: She's fired.
Razor Sharp: What?
John Michael White: I'm not one to repeat myself.
Steve Kleinman: What are you talking about, you'd tell me the same boring stories every day.
John Michael White: Don't interrupt. The final match shall pit the remnants of the fed against one another in a one-fall-to-a-finish battle royal. First person to score the win shall become Icy Holiday's replacement, and my clerical assistant.
--JMW glances up at his two potential apprentices.--
John Michael White: This match will be open to anyone who has ever set foot in a Ring Wars ring, in any incarnation. Now, get ready for your match, because the card's starting...
--The lawyer makes a show of looking at his watch.--
John Michael White: In about fifteen minutes.
--John Michael White bangs his gavel on the desk, signalling his decision is final.--
