Aww a Jerry Spring Christmas Special! (off icy)

[amaylasunderheart]

Halfway in a drunken stupor she tossed the bottle up gulping down the last bit of the contents held within the large green bottle. She wasn't sure if it was the putrid heaven she injested or the sick bullshit she was watching on the monitor of her new locker room, but bile was rushing to her mouth. Throwing the empty bottle to the side she lunged forward grabbing a nearby trashcan to place infront of her, with a loogey hacking spit she let her disgust hit the discarded trash in the bottom of the black plastic container.

"But there is two guys that could be the father and I would like to find out which of the two is the father...I would like all the moneys to come out here (ALL) not T-Money and razor Sharp and most of all Mrs. Sunderheart can you come out here first I would love to meet u..." the plastic whore spoke into a mic.

Wiping her mouth with her hoody sleeve Amayla looked up, her eyes locked onto the screen. Her sober reaction would be an ammused shock, but the Jeiger induced glaze over her eyes just made her look confused and off balance.

"She...wants....to meet me?" she spoke to herself, a disgusted look on her face.

Though just as soon as Icy pulled the mic from her lips the PA system opened up again, decent music this time. Amayla closed her eyes as she drooped her head down a bit to nod it to the music, she wasn't sure why; she just knew right now it sount like a good idea.

"I'm so fucking trashed..." she spoke softly to herself, stumbling up from the steel chair to her feet.

Stumbling across the room she continued to nod her head to Pantera, her destination a table littered with fast food trash and empty bottles of liquor. Life was shit, she knew it....but the deer antlers makes it all much better. Atleast the world is a bit more colorfull when it smears together in a drunk tailspin.

"Hello...WIFE." a male voice raped through her room, just as Pantera stopped playing.

With a new found aggrivation she scanned over the table, smacking paper bags and empty bottles from the table. Nothing...all gone...and no money.

"Fuck me!" she yealed out, bear swiping the table to clear the remaining of the contents off of her table.

Stumbling backwards she brought her hands up to her temples, grabbing hold of her shorter blonde hair as the sobering fact began to drill itself into her mind

Nothing left to drink through her hangover!

Feeling soberity begins to forces itself upon her, aggrivation speeding it up Amayla turned her attention back to the monitor; the anger only rising as she looked at the pompose face of one Aaron Holiday

"Like wise, isn't funny how you've slept with half of the locker room? So...you've had a baby, one that SHOULD be MINE, but yet you call out every other person than men to come out and make things right. Icy I'm not out here to make things right sweet heart, I'm not even out here to cause you harm because you could very well be the mother of my daughter you've kept from me. But I am out here because I want to make things right, I want to know if that's my daughter and give you one last chance to make our marriage work if it is! So I think it's about time you come clean and start making peace with your situation!" he demanded, he eyes locking into Icy.

"Fucking pig....who the hell does he think he is!? Whore or not...she doesn't have to put up with this swinging dick...he's just like the rest!" Amayla roared out, speaking to no one but herself...so in hindsight....no one at all.

Feeling her invisible nutsack decend down and a boil of courage rush into her chest, she shrugged and b-lined from the locker room.....

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"Confrontation" blasted through the PA system, signaling a new arrival. A backing Icy seemed slightly relieved at the sudden distraction as Holiday turned towards the entrance ramp, aggrivation trembling in his facial features.

The curtains parted and alit came a sight for sore eyes, Amayla Sunderheart dressed in her drunken best. Smeared makeup, raggy hooding and equally ragged bluejeans tucked beneath a pair of large leather boots. The crowd, just buzzed unable to make up their mind as to who she was...or what they thought.

Stumbling with her head cranked sideways in a vein attempt to keep balance, she made her way down the ramp towards the ring.

Icy brought her hand over her mouth in surprise at the horrible sight that lay before her. A young woman, younger then Icy, looking as if she was ten years ahead of her. Far from the plastic tits and silky skin fad that had swept across the women of pro wrestling today. Meanwhile, Aaron slightly backed away from the woman as she rolled into the ring...her appearence sickening yet ammusing to him.

"Security...a homeless broad found her way into the arena." Holiday spoke into the mic, currently distracted from Icy.

A chuckle rose from his arrogant lips as the arena began to join him. But it didn't fase Amayle one bit, locking eyes with the much larger man she made her way near chest to chest......chest to head with him.

A snarl came across Holiday's face, not liking the fact that this woman..this greenhorn felt as though she could just walk up on the legend like she did.

"Uhm...Miss Sunderheart...a pleasure to meet you." Icy said, walking towards her with an outstretched hand.

Amayla broke her lock of gazes with Holiday to watch the approaching Icy, her look of disgust not changing. Icy stopped abruptly as the gaze caught her by surprise. Though before anything else could happen between the two woman, Holiday interjected.

"No...we have things to discuss...more important things. So how bout it...you going to do your part to make this work!?" Holiday asked sternly, pointing at himself and Icy as he nudged Amayla out of the way and stood between her and Icy.

Icy took a step back from the approaching Holiday, lowering the mic down and looking at the entrance ramp as if expecting...or hoping for another distraction. And it came...

"Listen here you pompose swinging dick...who the fuck do you think you are!?" came the slightly higher pitched voice cut through the PA system as the small Amayla interjected herself.

Holidays eyebrows narrowed down as he slowly turned to the woman, his eyes locking onto her. Slowly bringing the mic up to his lips again.

"Who the fuck am I? Listen...I know it's probably a mixture of stupidity and the booze I can smell on you...so I'll let this pass. But if your smart you'd make your way back up the ramp and dissapear...these matters don't involve you....so fucking leave my ring..." Holiday spoke, obviously getting more and more pissed by the passing seconds.

Holiday turned again, locking gazes with Icy again. Unbenownst to him...he had just made a fatal mistake.

"FUCK YOU!" Amayla roared out as she sent her foot hard upwards between the legs of Holiday, kicking his boys into this throat.

Holiday roared out, dropping to his knees. Amayla circled around him baraging him with obscenities and threats. The intoxicated rage brewing and building within Amayla...losing more control over herself with every curse word she screamed.

Icy reached out in a friendly matter to calm Amayla with a touch of the shoulder, but the unwanted invasion of her space sent Amayla roaring out again. Accept with this burst she sent a hard backhand across the face of Icy. The suprise, more then the impact, caused Icy to fall down against the ropes. The slight daze leaving her open to a barage of punishment Amayla threw at her.

The crowd roared in bloodlust as Amayla lunged forward sending fist after fist into Icy, unable to recooperate quick enough to defend herself Icy did the only thing she could think of and put the ring ropes between her and Amayla. Enraged by Icys escape to the apron Amayla fell backwards, roaring out. Stumbling to her feet she grabbed Icys discarded mic.

"I didn't come out here to make friends bitch! You make me sick! You are the apitamy of a stereotypical Tits and ass ring rat! Of course you were pregnant...of course it could be half the rosters child! AND OF COURSE YOUR HUSBAND...EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO MAKE IT WORK WITH HIM IN CONTROL!" Amayla began to scream...the mixture of anger and alchohol causing her to beging to deteriate mentally.

"This sounds like a fucking Jerry Springer Christmas Special...fucking whore...that is what you are! And that is why I'm here....to rid this fucking world of weak..nasty...cock fiend whores like you!" Amayla roared out again.

It was as if she had completley forgot about the other presense in the ring...the very pissed off presense that was now..looming over top of her.

["Scarecrow" Jason Myst]

The scene comes back in on the arena where we have just witnessed the new girl of the REW come into this ring and beat the living shit out of Icy and Holiday. How do I know this its quite simple really I have been up here in the rafters this whole time watching this all unfold before me. Amayla is my kind of chick, it sucks though I might have to rearrange her face if we ever face off against one another. Now let me get back to what I see in the ring, she continues talking her trash to Icy.

As Amayla is talking trash to Icy, Holiday is back up to his feet reaching out and grabbing Amayla away from the ropes. Wrapping his hands around the back of her throat snatching her off the ropes and then delivering a nasty clothesline to the back of her head. That shot could be heard hell even in the cheap seats, gritting my teeth I continue to shake my head.[/b][/size]

Me: I don't know if I should interject or just stand here and watch this unfold. Why am I feeling emotions to a women that I don't even know, but yet humanity is what sets us apart from the monsters or monster. I am no longer human, I am only power hungry. I am really sorry to say this but your on your own Amayla, although it wouldn't be against myself being that I have a quarrel with Aaron Holiday. Now that is the exception in this whole matter, he is everything that I despise in this company along with his bimbo of a wife Icy.[/b][/size]

Holiday is setting her up for his trademark Holiday Hang Over when the arena is plunged deep into darkness. Evil laughter rings through out the arena, and Holiday stares up at the entrance ramp awaiting for this person. Then blood red mist begins to fill the inside of the ring as Holiday stands over Amayla. The blood red mist forms around Amayla, then fireworks shoot from the stage itself along with a familiar tune that fills the air.[/b][/size]



Still staring up at the ramp Holiday is just a bit confused until the lights begin to flicker. Bringing the lighting back up and standing right behind Holiday is "God of Darkness" Freakula. With mic in my hands I bring it up to my lips breathing my hot breath into the mic.[/b][/size]

Me: Hello there Holiday how has life been? I know how it has been my friend you are wondering if the baby inside of Icy is yours just like the other lot that fucked your brains out. You see Icy I have more class than you at least I hooked up with someone that actually thought you were hot at one point in time. But she doesn't feel that way no more, now Holiday if you would do me just a small favor why not get off my opponent for this coming up card.

I don't want damaged goods before our match. I know you really fucking hate me and find me really annoying, so do me this favor and I promise not to slice your Wife's stomach open with my machete. You know I will do it Holiday don't give me no ideas, my time back and I am already threatening people jeez! whats this world coming to.[/b][/size]

Holiday is still standing over Amayla about to deliver the boots to her, and I am already outside of the ring with my razors on my finger tips. Leaning down while staring up at Holiday in the ring, my hand comes over to the stomach of Icy. I grin at her so evilly that actually begin to bleed from my mouth.[/b][/size]

Holiday: You lay a hand on her and I will kill you, fine I will let this drunk bitch go. But I want your ass right after you and her match, you got me![/b][/size]

Me: Oh I got you loud and clear Holiday it seems like a match of the century. You seem a bit pissed are you..I would imagine so after being jacked in the nuts by Amayla Sunderheart the new firecracker that is apart of the REW. Don't worry Holiday, I promise that I won't harm Icy just as long as you don't harm Amayla.[/size][/b]

Climbing back into the ring and walking over to Amayla helping her up to her feet. I walk over to Holiday and he spits right in my face, turning my head ever so slightly when I face his with my eyes once again they are glazed over. Holiday fires a shot off to my skull knocking the taste right out of my mouth. Grabbing me by the hair of my head and pulling me back up to his eye level, raising one hand and then dropping my head directly into the mat with a thunderous DDT. My head bounces off the mat, as Holiday walks around setting himself up for the Holiday Hangover, I go to push myself up off of the mat and then BAM!!

The next thing I notice is my blood is all over the ring apron, Holiday walks around the ring throwing his arms into the air. Taunting and laughing about every blow he has dealt to me, climbing back up to my feet I stand there awaiting Holiday's attention. I can see that punch coming from a mile away as I block his arm, and throw a closed fist to his solarplex. That punch knocked him staggering backwards as he is about to close the gap, he suddenly feels a short pain in his lower regions. Amayla strikes Holiday with a low blow to his family jewels, dropping Holiday to the ground clutching his jewels. I stare at Amayla and walk towards her grabbing her hand and raising it in the air as a sign of respect.[/b][/size]

Me: Just so you know Amayla the only reason I helped you is because I don't want to fight any damaged goods. That and well me and Holiday has been at each others throats since that faithful day. I will see you around if you need anything or want to grab a drink or something you can find me in my locker room or in the boiler room.[/size][/b]

Turning my back to Amayla who is still standing in the ring as I jump the top rope to the outside of the ring. I take a few steps and raise my arms as blood red mist begins to swarm the ring and float around Icy. Turning my head back towards the ring the scene begins to fade..

FADE TO BLACK..

TO BE CONTINUED BY...ANYONE[/b][/size]