Post by The Outlaw on Feb 1, 2011 19:05:35 GMT -5
I see darkness falling, hear voices calling, feel justice crawling....
I see faith has fallen...
And the floggings will continue until morale improves!
His boots were kicked up on the table, his body leaned back in a chair and he took another drink before setting the bottle down as he gazed upon the television before him. The room was nearly dark, a dim lamp casting shadows upon the wall and only the noise from the television emitted to the room as The Outlaw watched on at the display inside the ring. It would appear as if Emily had at last chosen to join with the army of darkness, the lesser of the talent seeking refuge in the false hope that someone could save them or perhaps they could save themselves from the apocalyptic plight that had been set upon REW like a plague.
The message was simple, join us or bow before us at our feet and be thankful for having their bones used to strengthen the foundation for the future that was slowly being poured in which the monument of Ring Wars would be built upon.
[Holiday] "Fools, the bosses, the lawyer if willing, the monsters, the power of money to influence cannot save you."
The Outlaw leans up in his chair, its legs once again touch the floor on all four legs, his rough and calloused hand grabbing his intoxicating bottle brings the liquid contents to his lips as he downs the remaining few ounces and then wipes away the excess from his ever infamously smirking lips. His tribal embroidered brown leather cowboy boots hit the pavement of the backstage are of Star Maker arena making footsteps toward the ring of the silenced halls in which he walks as the final actions unfold inside the ring...HIS RING!
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"What do you want from us in other words, my dear dark hearted Emily?"
His voice rang out across the P.A. System as he stares down into her eyes awaiting an answer. For a second she was completely expressionless, not a word had yet dare tremble upon her lips. As she searched her heart, perhaps even her soul for an answer, she brought her mic to her lips and as she prepared to speak the arena floor rumbled from the double bass kick pedal of Vinny Paul as the late and great Dimebag Darrell Abbot shredded alongside with the riff known world renown as none other than Pantera's "Cowboys From Hell" as the lights in The House That Holiday Built[/i][/b][/color] plunged into darkness and the massive roar of the crowd turned into a pandemonium of screaming fans all off their asses POPing like a cherry on prom night for Aaron "Fuckin'" Holiday!
From the back pocket of his holy and tattered Levi jeans he had brandished his diamond plated steel mic and had it held high into the air along with his other arm for the pleasure of the fans as if he were a profound and glorious gladiator showing his sword to quench the blood thirst of the fans, with both hands he brings the mic down and presses it within an inch to his lip as he bellows out...
[Holiday] "Lets Get FUCKING HOSTILE!!"
...The words were followed by another huge eruption from the crowd as he locked his sights upon the ring like a marksman aiming for the kill. With a cut throat signal the music fades away, the lights return and the faces once writhing with pleasure in the ring were now filling morbid with fear as they gazed upon a breathing and walking legend.
[Holiday] "Ladies and gentlemen behold before your very eyes the blind leading the blind or in this case the lambs leading themselves to slaughter. You all dare group together as if you know that you cannot stand alone and under the false accusations that as many you can stand tall? You may try to rhyme and reason as your world falls apart around you but let me inject fact into your equation, numbers do not equal power for power is only equal to power!"
Jason Kuu pulled his mic up and interjected stopping The Outlaw in his tracks and setting his words temporarily on the shelf so he could speak...
[Jason Kuu] "Aaron I don't know why you are out here but this doesn't concern you, you would do best to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself or suffer the consequences."
A wry grin that would proudly be displayed on John Michael Whites face appears on Aaron's as he lets out a laugh and brings his mic back to.
[Holiday] "Did that Holiday Hangover destroy what little of a brain you had or did it simply erase the severity of your destruction you suffered at my hands? You would do well to watch that match Emily, several times over in fact, and watch the demise of the army of darkness and perhaps recall the last time you were in the ring with me and were beat within a minute! Why you ask? Because stripping you of your title wasn't enough, the same title Jason Kuu would love to adron around his waist, but seeing as he was beat I believe it eliminates him from the shot and makes ME the number one contender!"
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