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[The Outlaw]

My eyes were locked upon hers, not many people knew or would be able to tell but for me it was like looking into his...

Her message had been delivered, John had ordered and so it shall be done, and this whole time I thought he was on my side...yeah, right!

[Holiday] "You expect me to defend my title against any and everyone, even a random protester that decides he'd like to try his hand at being a wrestler can get into the action."

[Andrea] "I suppose it works that way, your championship on the line is a sure way to eliminate the amount of people not showing up for work, the protesters, the media coverage good or bad will increase our ratings, it's in the best interest of the company."

[Holiday] "The best interest in the company is its Heavyweight Champion, ME! For all I know Jason Kuu and Dreamkiller will trade off who gets to bend who over tonight for a pin and guess what, they're the new freaking champion! What in the hell was John thinking, SERIOUSLY? We just finished this drawn out contest to make sure we had the absolute best only to chance it being pissed away for some media coverage?"

[Andrea] "Maybe this is his way of making you work for the title you got handed to you on a pay per view, maybe he wants to ensure the absolute best is indeed you."

[Holiday] "Well to hell with the lawyers, the bosses, the politicians, and anyone else who wants to stand in my way....I'll prove myself to them all and I'll do it on capitol hill!"

I get up from my seat and step off the REW Tour bus out onto the cold brown Wisconsin Grass, I didn't enjoy being here as much as anyone else but hey at least John sent us to the same state as the super bowl champs! A few hundred yards away loomed the Capitol Building, before it was the group of protesters and even closer than that was a brother and sister known as the REW reporting team, Harvey and Niko Cade. Anxious to get the new scoop and of course wanting the champions perspective on things she makes her way up to me with her mic in hand and the camera already rolling...

[Niko] "Aaron Holiday, it was less than 24hrs ago you once again became the REW Champion as you told us all you would and today you find yourself already putting it on the line in this one of a kind battle royal where anyone can enter, anyone can be pinned, and anyone can walk away with your championship. What are your thoughts?"

[Holiday] "Well Niko just how you said this match is one of a kind, it takes a one of a kind champion to successfully defend his title in a bout like this. I am that kind of champion, as out of control as this match may seem to be or may seem to get I'll take control, I'll deliver the pain and I will find my success in others failure. You see Niko for John Michal White this is just another game, but what he may fail to realize...what the people that dare enter this match may also fail to realize as well is this...I...AM...THE GAME! And just in case you, John Michael White or the rest of the world forgot while I've been sitting on the back burner playing the nice guy and sharing the spotlight...Niko, I Am THAT DAMN GooD! And this match....this match, it won't be remembered as just some battle royal we had in Wisconsin, It'll be known as the Massacre On Capitol Hill!"

[Niko] "Well last night we all know that the Compuware Arena had one of the wings blow apart, several other parts of the arena became engulfed in flames and it all started in your room where you had planned on celebrating, also word has come in that your hired escort for the evening is in the hospital in critical condition...what are your thoughts on that?"

[Holiday] "I've actually got something positive to say, first and most importantly the fire department was able to retrieve my bat I had sent Ashley, the escort, after and secondly I talked to the company she works for and I was able to get my refund in full!"

[Niko] "Okay...well then, I guess I'll be letting you tend to your business."

The camera cuts off and I walk past Niko and make my march on to the capitol building....

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Outside The Capitol Building[/i]

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Thousands and thousands stood outside the steps of the capitol building with their picket signs raised as a man took a podium and began to speak out to the crowd...

[/color][Man] "Per order of the judge all protesters must leave or face removal by necessary police force...."

Several people in the front start yelling out amendments to the constitution such as Freedom Of Speech, the right to peacefully protest....

But one man had a different amendment in mind, and peacefully protesting wasn't it but more like the right to bear arms...And as the man went to continue his speech a shiny golden bat crashed down upon the back of his skull and Aaron Holiday stepped to the stand...

[Holiday] "Nobody wanted to hear that crap, am I right?"

A huge POP from the crowd...

[Holiday] "Just like you people I too am being faced with unfair justice, my boss, John Michael White, has ordered we have a battle royal for my championship and anyone can join....but what does that have to do with you all? Like you all I too am being faced with a possible lay off as Heavyweight Champion...but it does not have to be so! Join my fight, stop those who are against me, show your state you deserve justice and bring that filthy lawyer...I mean senator to his knees!!"

Huge POP from the crowd....

TBC





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[Angel Rodriguez]

Don't hate, Holiday. Hating ain't nice.

Aaron Holiday turns around to face the voice that has broken his feelings of ease and what he envisions turns out to be none other than 'The MVP' Titus Thompson, who stands tall in the crowd of protestors and stares with a certain, unnerving sense of focus on the REW champion. Titus has the trademark multi-coloured glasses and top hat, and wears only rainbow wrestling tights and green wrestling boots as attire below the facial region.

Who the hell are you?

Titus just stands, unmoved from the question and his lack of fame. The protestors, as eager as Holiday to know exactly who is challenging said champion, stare at the Floridian as the glasses are removed, Holiday not shrinking at the sight of Thompson's focused eyes.

My name is of course, 'The MVP' Titus Thompson, an what better way to make my debut, than to take your championship.

The crowd let out an 'OOOHHH', almost urging on the two athletes to do battle, here on the podium outside of the Capital Building. Holiday stares at this newfound challenger and whips off his shirt, not backing down from the challenger set out in front, as Thompson removes the hat, leaving himself bare above the waist. Not waiting for his opponent to ascend the small set of steps leading upto the podium, Holiday leaps off himself, defying gravity to help Thompson and hinder Holiday, the bare truth of the matter lending a helping hand to the champion, who lands hard on 'The MVP' with both fists clenchd into a ball. Both champion and challenger fall to the ground amidst the throng of protestors, who move away and form a circle around both men. Holiday starts to lay into Thompson, who covers up, desperately trying to protect himself from the near rabid champion. One spectator decides to get a better view and climbs upto the podium himself, before a light sparks in his head and he decides to approach the microphone and provide a running commentary for the protestors in attendance.

Ohh, Holiday just laying into Thompson. There's no way he's giving up the REW title this easily.

Holiday eventually stands to attention, Thompson still covered up on the damp ground, and with one swift motion to the crowd, the protestors start to chant for Aaron, and without a second's thought, Holiday drops an elbow onto the sternum of his young challenger, the Floridian Native recoiling in pain. Holiday underestimated Titus slightly and goes for the quick cover then and there, the designated referee slapping his hand onto the muddy grass once, but a forceful kick out from Titus Thompson stops the count from proceeding any further. Holiday recieves a confused look on his face for his troubles, but he quickly rebounds and like a champion, Holiday is back on his game, stomping on every exposed body part of 'The MVP'. Not kowing where to turn to next, Thompson desperately tries to survive, but one big stomp to the face angers Thompson, and fighting the intense pain, the Floridian gets to his feet and charges the REW World champion. Taken aback by the sheer will to fight, Holiday is like a rabbit in headlights, and with a ferocious Clothesline, Thompson dims the lights of the champion.

What a Clothesline. It looks as if Holiday might be in for a fight after all.

The protestors go silent as the new face of REW stares down at the champion that he has targeted for his debut, and with one look up to the sky, Thompson knows he can't waste any more time, and drops an elbow of his own across Holiday's stomach. The wind driven out of him, Aaron sits up, only to be kicked straight in the mouth and sent back down to the grass and soil. Thompson goes for a cover, and the protestors are silent, but Holiday proves to be too much of a fighting champion and raises his shoulder at the second count, Titus denied an unlikely victory. Now knowing the sheer tenacity of the champion, Thomspon locks his right arm around the neck of Holiday and drags the REW champion to a vertical base, before lifting the champion into the air with a surprising show of strength and throwing Holiday onto his back behind 'The MVP'. The suplex is responded with a gasp from the crowd, as Thompson floats over in one quick and fluid motion to executa a lateral press on Aaron and force the official to make another cover.

Surely, Titus Thompson can't win the REW title on his debut. Can Holiday kick out?

[Sexpert]

MVP and Holiday go on brawling in the crowd fighting for a chance to become the new face of Real Extreme Wrestling. But what a face would that be?

Holiday's messed up pierced and tatooed disgusting look?

Or MVP's ghetto low life look?

Allow me a minute and a half to vomit at the idea.

It would be a completely unnaceptable move to subject the REW fans, specifically the women to having a champion who looks like Holiday or looks like MVP. Its bad enough that they have to deal with watching them in the first place.

As they brawl around the capital building, steam builds up from a porta-potty. The crowd looks confused and police rushes up in fear that a bomb could have been planted.

The door opens.

The women faint.

The men question their sexuality.

Sexpert emerges, half dressed, half nude. Exposing his gorgeous pecs, his exquisitively gorgeous abs and most of all his absolutely smooth and perfect face.

Sexpert talks into the camera, his voice, a creamy, silky, smooth melody of love that wraps itself like a rope around every man and woman watching at home.




Sexpert : My message tonight is for John Michael White. You sit in your office, scratching what remains of your hair, picking your disgusting, cavernous nose, tickling your rapidly growing man boobs and playing with your quickly growing beer gut as you think in frustration about why fans aren't coming to look at your shows, why the ratings are dropping and why the sponsors are running like marathon runners from the network.

I am going to explain it right now, as all the eyes are mesmeirized on my perfect physique rather than watch those...gray, unimportant, disgusting brawlers settle their differences for the worthless Real Extreme Wrestling heavyweight championship.

It's simple Johnathan. People aren't watching because you have nothing worth showing. You had a gem in me, in Sexpert, but you let me go because you didnt care enough to provide me with what I deserve.

Now I am going to do your job for you, Mr. White. I'm going to come in here and I am going to take the heavyweight championship. I am going to give the women something to watch, and the men someone to envy and perhaps someone to make them think about their sexual preference.

I'm going to give them something sexy.

Sexpert!





The foaming steam dissapears and Sexpert lazily approaches Holiday and MVP who seem like they didn't notice nor hear what he said. The crowd snaps out of their enamoration for Sexpert and their guys are glazed over as if they just had the biggest high of their lives. Women are barely regaining their conscience.

At this point in time, Holiday is choking MVP out with a resthold.

Sexpert walks up to the scene and since he hasn't been in REW for several months, no one notices that he is actually a superstar and not some crazy nudist protester.

Sexpert's perfectly shaped, adorably thin and absolutely delicious fingers drive themselves straight into Holiday's eyes in what is known as an eye rake.

Holiday releases the choke in surprise and MVP starts to sit up but eats a delicious, perfectly manicured foot right in the mouth. Conveniently, for they are both equally as terrible to the eyes, MVP and Holiday fall into each other's embrace.

Sexpert blows a kiss to the women in the crowd, making more of them faint and forget about their entire protests and all their life problems in that brief, fleeting moment.

As Sexpert finishes, Holiday and MVP both find their way back up on their feet. The beautiful man turns around only to be rocked hard by the combined force of the two ugly brawlers.

Sexpert falls.

Will he rise to win the championship?

t.b.c by anyone

[The Outlaw]

Heh, you were actually dumb enough to show! Every King needs a pawn and that's all you two are in my game!

Our eyes were locked onto one another, Sexperts on mine, MVP's on Sexperts and mine to the man that stood behind Sexpert. He tossed what he knew I would want into the air, the gleam of it bounced through the crowd as the sun reflected off of its golden surface and a second later it was once again in my hands to do my bidding.....

[Holiday] "I heard what ya said while I was kicking the shit out of this jobber beside me. You think image is everything huh kid? I don't know which lack luster indy fed you came from but in my house, you've actually got to have talent."

And before he can say any kind of retort I swung the golden bat and hit him straight in the teeth knocking a minimum of three out and got another swing in hitting Sexpert in the left eye before he hit the ground....

[MVP] "The pretty boy isn't so pretty now is he?"

[Holiday] "He wasn't that pretty to begin with, not even by jail standards."

[The Outlaw]

...Sexpert lays on the ground, a pool of blood oozes from his mouth like water escaping a broken damn where his front teeth use to be, his left eye is beginning to swell shut and neither Titus nor myself had even began to correct what sex appeal he thought he had. Thompson bends down keeping his eyes on Sexpert like a wounded animal and he was ready to go in for the kill, he scoops Sexpert up like fresh road kill and in a display of power hoists the new come above his head in a display of power and I swing the bat once again making full contact to Thompson's rib cage and he falls backward to the ground and Sexpert crashes down as well with the exception of his body landing on the cold hard concrete bottom step.

[Holiday] "Guess thats what you call killing two birds with one stone."

Before I could capitalize on my opponents at the Capitol I'm distracted by the sound of a large horn and a diesel engine. I look behind me where the crowd is beginning to part...

[Holiday] "Great, police...that's exactly what I need...NOT!"

But on the contrary it was something I did actually need. As I caught a better view of what was coming my way I seen a REW Tour Bus with a ring of wheels being pulled behind it, leaving the competition behind I make my way through the crowd and to the bus which has now detached the ring and parked beside it. As I get closer I see the side of the bus open up like a window....(Surely you've seen something like this at events!?!)

Inside the bus was the REW announce team, Allyson and T Money. I walk up to the window...

[Holiday] "What in the hell is going on here?"

[Allyson] "John sent us out here with a ring, thought you all could use it.

[Holiday] "Does this thing have it's own P.A. system?"

[T Money] "Yeah it does."

I grab a mic from Allyson and climb into the rolling REW ring and pull the mic to my lips...

[Holiday] "Who here in the crowd likes wrestling and wants to be part of this live event?"

A mixed reaction from the crowd but a lot of cheers none the less...

[Holiday] "For those of you who do, you're all now official lumber jacks, and for those of you that don't know what that means, anyone in this match that goes outside this ring you put back in by any means necessary, DEAD or ALIVE!"

The crowd turn their attention to Titus and Sexpert who have both gotten back to their feet...

[T Money] "Holiday is slowly turning this once peaceful protesting crowd into an angry lynch mob!"

[Allyson] "I think Holiday was right in what he told Niko, this just may go down in the books at the Massacre on Capitol Hill!"

TBC

[DreamKiller]

MVPand Aaron shear a little laugh at the whooping of Sex, turning to the fans Aaron shrugs his shoulders spinning around he hooks MVP’s neck and throws out his legs driving him face first into the mat.

A woooo passes over the fans seeing a perfectly executed Holiday Hangover Aaron jumps up throwing his hands in the air celebrating his taking out of the other two with his triad mark smirk he turns around straight into a huge on coming boot.

T Money - Wow that big boot almost took Aaron’s head off.

Allyson Cowell - Where the hell did DreamKiller come from, no one even seen him come down the aisle.

Simon Layfiled - Holiday seen some thing coming straight for his face now he’s feeling it.

I pick up Aaron off the floor and get a good grip of the back of his neck and toss him over the top rope, he grips on for dear life dangling from the top rope as I turn my attention to Titus picking him up and backing him into the corner.

I deliver two had back elbows to his jaw then and push my boot up under his chin squeezing the air out of him crushing his throat, Titus grips a hold of my boot and try’s to take some of the pressure off his throat.

I pull my boot away and stretch out my fingers as Titus stagers out of the corner, I grip him by the throat and host him up into the air chock slamming him to the floor, the ring quakes letting out a thundering rumble from beneath.

With a snarl I look around to spotting Aaron slithering under the ropes back into the ring, I rush over laying in some boot before he can get back to his feet stomping him into the ground, I feel a sudden yank on my neck then my legs fly out from under me.

T Money - Sexypert was left to recover while Dream went to work on Titus and Aaron now he’s sprung into action with a very impressive back stabber.

Simon Layfiled - He will pay for that with his life.

Allyson just shakes her head, Sex quickly drops a leg across my face then try’s to get me up knowing he cant win with me laying on the floor but Sexpert quickly realises he cant move my 300 plus pounds from it’s prone position.

Sex try’s again to yank me up but catches a beaten up Aaron on the corner of his eye turning to Aaron Sexpert drives a knee into Aaron’s chest then forces one leg up onto the top rope Aaron hangs on to the tope rope as Sex pushes his head back trying to get the champ over and out.

Mean while sat on the other side of the ring Titus watches getting some air back into his system, pushing him self out of the corner he put some nice placed boots to my chest and face before rushing over to where Sexpert is working on getting Aaron out, Titus stops behind Sex looking him up and down the fans scream expecting Titus to jump Pert from behind and save Holiday but with a sudden twist Titus pounces onto Holiday pushing him up onto the top rope, Holiday hangs onto the top wrapping his hands around the top rope.

I sit up my head whipping over to where the 3 men are all huddled in the corner, I slowly get up and walk over to Sexpert head butting him in the back of his head, He crumbles down to his knees and I fallow it up with a hard boot to the back of his head taking his place in trying to eliminate Holiday.

FTB

[The Outlaw]

Are...you...SERIOUS? Dreamkiller, do you even have a clue where we are and what kind of match this is? I hardly think you do!


SO...We come back to the battle in the ring that was brought in on wheels behind an REW Tour Bus that doubles as a make-shift announce booth, we're outside the capitol building in Wisconsin, I've dubbed this match a lumber jack battle royal....And Dreamkiller, well he still thinks you're suppose to eliminate people by throwing them over the rope. Obviously he's nothing more than a jobber with gold fever that has no idea of what it takes to be a Heavyweight Champion...my suggestion...PAY ATTENTION!

...I'm leaned against the ropes, Dreamkiller stands across the ring shaking himself free with his sights set on me. My infamous grin spreads across my face and he becomes the center of my attention, as for the other two I could care less what they do so long as nobody gets pinned!

Quickly I sprint across the ring, I leap into the air going for an assault but Dreamkiller catches me and in one fluid motion tosses me over the top rope and I crash to the floor ground outside the ring.

A twisted smile creeps onto Dreamkillers face as he is overly self assured he has eliminated me from the match under the impression it was some kind of royal rumble other than a one fall battle royal. The protesters on the outside, the ones who are on my side mind you, lift me to my feet and I spot something in one of their hands, a noise maker of sorts. They pull at the ropes and open a hole and help me back inside the ring where Dreamkillers smile vanishes and he looks to head referee Chase Evans who for storyline sake has come along on the bus and made his way into the ring as the appointed referee.

[Dreamkiller] "I eliminated him ref, what is he doing back in the ring?"

And for once, perhaps sick of the same old shenanigans he always has to put up with from Dreamkiller with all the hocus pocus and evil demon claws, Chase looks to him with a smirk of his own on his face...

[Chase] "This is a battle royal with a one fall pin you Dumb Ass!"

I run across the canvas and smack Dreamkiller in the side of the head and the sound rings out quite literally!

[Allyson] "Cowbell to the side of the head courtesy of the champion!"

I bring the bell back and let him have it again before dropping it and lay into Dreamkiller with a barrage of punches until at last he leans against the ropes as he slowly takes a stroll to never never land...

[T Money] "Holiday leaping onto the turnbuckle..."

And in Old Skool fashion of innovation I leap to the outside apron catching Dreamkillers neck and snap it against the rope in a modified Holiday Hangover....

[Allyson] "Holiday not letting go either, his weight and momentum just sent Dreamkiller flipping back wards to the outside.

As Dreamkillers body lands beside mine I'm once again helped to my feet but he however is met with a shower of stomps from my protesting lynch mob lumber jacks. I stand watching with a smile on my face while unbeknown to me Titus Thompson's hand lunges for me and he grabs me by the hair and drags me back into the ring and whips me across it, as I come back on the rebound he cuts me off and drives me face first into the canvas.

[T Money] "Holiday has done a hell of a job taking control of this match but he is outnumbered with guys all gunning for his championship."

[Allyson] "But hes got the will to fight and the experience to survive and come out on top."

I'm scooped up and whipped once again but this time into the turnbuckle. As I open my eyes I see both me are on there feet with a blood thirsty look in their eyes. Sexpert had his filthy hands on my golden bat...

[Holiday] "I see how it's going to be, team up and take out the champ...PUSSIES!"

I shout out and Sexpert raises the bat above his head and lunges toward the corner, I pull my legs up at the last second and he hits them face first and falls back to the mat, the bat flies into the air and I grab it on the way down and swing at Thompson's head but he catches the end of it and jerks me forward planting me with a big boot to the face.

[T Money] "Holiday came out of the corner with a full head of steam but I think MVP knocked it all out of him."

[Allyson] "And now the two on one is going to pile up on the champion, thank God for Holiday Dreamkillers still getting pummeled on the outside."

TBC

["Scarecrow" Jason Myst]

We come back in on the action that is unfolding on the ring, Dream is on the outside getting pummeled into hamburger meat by the crowd. MVP is going on celebrating in the ring from knocking Holiday down to the mat. Sex is rolling around on the mat, and as MVP is celebrating I come out of the crowd and slide up under the bottom rope. Standing up right behind MVP a small grin comes across my face as he turns around I pick him up in a scoop slam tossing him over the top rope to the hard concrete. Turning my attention back over my shoulder I see Holiday walking over to Holiday I do the unthinkable I help him up and grin at him.[/b][/size][/i]

Me: Seems like you had this covered pretty well on your end. Well shall we get to cleaning some house? You would have never expected me to help you up huh champ?[/b][/size][/i]

Aaron: What took you so long to get down here? We shall clean some house. Let's get to work, shall we.[/b][/size][/i]

T-Money: Well that is one hell of a turn around for Jason, he has just entered this match pushing past all of the crowd. It seems that someone has actually came to the champs rescue but then again what is wrong with this picture. Dream is getting pummeled on the outside by the crowd by that lynch mob of lumberjacks.[/b][/i][/size]

I walk over to Sex who is lying on the ground picking him up off of the mat. I hold him tightly and Aaron has his trusty bats in his hands, I hold him tightly Aaron swings the bat to hit Sex, unlucky for me I guess I get caught in the side of the head by Holiday. I fall to the mat hard hitting the canvas pretty hard, betrayed by the snake known as Holiday. I always end up trying to help the worst guys in this business what the hell is wrong with me. Back to the match Dream finally crawls up under the bottom rope and lays face down on the mat. Holiday helps Sex up to his feet, as Thompson climbs back into the ring.

The Army of Darkness is laid out, with Thompson back in the ring he rushes Holiday who is still holding his trusty bat in his hands. Holiday swings his bat and swish nothing but air, Thompson rolls Holiday up for a pin, 1...kick out. Sex drills Thompson in the back with a stomp, MVP stands up and stares over at Sex who is backed up into a corner. My hand moves over into my pocket trying to make it look like I am still out cold. My hand searches the inside of my coat my hand wrapping around that bloodied razor glove and machete on my leg in its holster. I grab the bottom rope pulling myself up to the turnbuckle, Sex hits MVP dropping him to the mat.

As Sex sees an opportunity to attack one of the weak monsters, Sex runs up on me, and jumps up in the air coming down with a big body splash in the corner. That was a bad idea safe to say I moved out of the way and he collided with the turnbuckle chest first. As he was stuck in the turnbuckles I took a slash at his back with my razors, walking over to Dream and pulling him up to his feet.

The scene starts to fade...

FADE TO BLACK...

TBC...[/i][/size][/b]

[Angel Rodriguez]

With 'The Freak' and Dreamkiller standing alone in the centre of the squared circle, Sexpert with his back slashed almost in two, and Titus Thompson sitting in the corner of the constructed ring, still silly from the mighty punch of Sexpert, the REW champion sees his opportunity and swings the trusty bat into the back of both standing competitors. The impact sends Dreamkiller back to the canvas, while Kuu is sent to one knee. Holiday then thinks on his feet and runs at the ropes directly in front of Jason's eyes, returning with a dropkick that completes the job and floors 'The Freak'. Holiday goes for a quick cover, and the referee slaps his hand to the mat twice, but with a leap, 'The MVP' pushes the champion off his challenger and saves the match-up for all involved. The crowd let out a gasp, hoping that Holiday wins the match, but also wanting the match-up to continue, enjoying the contest more than their petty protesting. Holiday is quickly up and swings at the first challenger to his REW World title, but misses again, and Thompson responds with a straight martial arts kick to the chin. The force of the impact floors the champion, and he is visibly groggy, as Thompson grabs Holiday by the scruff of the neck and lifts him to a vertical base, before throwing Holiday over the top rope and into the crowd of protestors.

T-Money: This match isn't an Over the Top Rope Battle Royal. Titus hasn't won yet. That's gotta be inexperience showing it's ugly head.

Allyson: Maybe Thompson thought that the crowd would whale away on Holiday, but it just isn't happening.

As Allyson references, the crowd refuse to attack the champion, instead crossing their arms and staring at 'The MVP' intently. Holiday quickly drags himself back into the ring, but a frustrated Thompson ends up lifting Aaron to a vertical position and throwing the REW champ into the crowd of protestors again, again believing beyond belief that the crowd can cut Thompson some slack and hurt Holiday a little. This time the crowd start to manhandle Holiday and Thompson smiles, but the grin disappears once he realises that the protestors are only lifting Aaron to his feet and throwing the champ back into the ring. With 'The MVP' now severly pissed off, he takes his eyes of the rest of the field, and a now rejuvenated Sexpert decides to give Thompson a taste of his own medicine, clubbing the back of the neck and throwing Titus over to the top rope. In an ironic twist, the protestors huddle around Thompson and lay into the Floridian with all their heart, Thompson trying desperately to cover up.

T-Money: Haha, I'm lovin' it. Titus, man, you one dumb SOB.

Allyson: A little ironic, but that's just REW justice for you.

Sexpert falls for the same trap as the inexperienced rookie, however, as he takes his eyes of the two men behind him, Dreamkiller and Jason Kuu. The two, who have recovered from the bat of Holiday, both grab Sexpert around the neck and start to choke him out, the combined force of the two monsters enough to drag the Sexy One to the canvas. After a few seconds of choking, Sexpert closes his eyes and with a slight hint of remorse, the two chokers ease their grip, and Dreamkiller goes for the quick cover. The official only has a chance to slap his hand to the mat once, before Kuu pulls Dreamkiller off Sexpert and decides to snatch the win for himself. In retaliation, Dream pulls Kuu off of Sexpert and starts to whale away on the supine 'Freak', but the evenly matched strength of the two competitors causes both men to roll around the ring floor, landing punches on each other. With the two otherwise preoccupied, Holiday uses championship sense and crawls over to the Sexy One, draping a hand over Sexpert's chest and forcing the man in the zebra stripes to count the pinfall.

One...
Two...
Thr-

T-Money: Oh, so close, but Sexpert just had enough to kick out.

Allyson: But that's the champion symbolised right there. Cunning and resilient, and that's why we love him.

The protestors gasp at how close Holiday came to defying the odds and regaining his title, and the slight ease of pressure allows a beaten down Titus Thompson to re-enter the match via the bottom rope. With 'The Freak' and Dreamkiller now kicking lumps out of each other on the outside of the squared circle, Sexpert only just concious and Thompson battered from the attack of the protestors, Holiday has time to survey the action an he decides to continue working on Sexpert, but heads off to the top rope to do it. Aaron skips up to the second turnbuckle pad and leaps off with an elbow outstretched, but Sexpert has enough to move out of the way and take evasive action, gravity playing Holiday for a fool and forcing Holiday's elbow into the mat. As the champion reels on the floor, Sexpert places a boot into the small of Holiday's back and follows this up with a Throwback that plants Holiday. Sexpert goes for the pin, but before the referee can reach a count of 1, Thompson goes back on the attack and rams his top hat over the eyes of the Expert in Sex, subsequently blinding the agressor. Thompson then takes the advantage by pulling Sexpert to his feet and executing a DDT, spiking Sexpert onto the canvas and floating over for a quick cover.

T-Money: This could be it. Titus Thompson could be the new REW World champion.

Allyson: And he did it with a DDT onto his top hat. Brilliant.

TBC-

[The Outlaw]

...Chase Evans drops to the mat on Thompson's behalf to make the cover...

[Chase] "One...Two..."

And writhing on the canvas in pain still unable to get to my feet I reach out and manage to grasp Chase by the ankle and pull him back breaking the pin. Enraged at being so close to becoming the new REW Champion Titus gets to his feet as I push myself to my hands and knees and he sends a boot to the side of my head once again dropping me to the canvas where I'm escorted to the outside of the ring with a barrage of stomps. Thompson knew the crowd wouldn't hurt me but with me out of the ring perhaps it would but him just enough time to seal the deal and get the three count on Sexpert...

[T Money] "The MVP making a smart move and eliminating the champ for the moment."

[Allyson] "Holiday might be out of the ring but he's far from out of this match."

...Laying on my side I look before me as Dreamkiller and "The Freak" still roll around with each other as my lumberjack being the equal opportunists they are take shots at both of them. Avoiding all confrontation and the helping hands that are sure to put me back inside the ring I climb beneath it and take a breather.

Back inside the ring Thompson pulls Sexpert to his feet and locks up with him and easily enough gets the upper hand in the tie up and slams Sexpert with a German suplex but doesn't let go as he bridges up and hoists Sexpert into the air again hitting a double and then once more completing the trifecta.....

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The phone was pressed to my ear and I heard it ringing for a second before the operator picked up....

[/color][Hot Sexy Female Voice] "Hey big boy, thanks for call 1-800-SLUTS-4U where we can make your wildest and dirtiest fantasy come true no matter what your fetish is, if you're a returning user please press 1 now...."

I push the 1 button on my phone as the sound of someone being slammed to the mat above me echos out and I'm being transfered to the operator.

[Operator] "Hey there stud we can connect you to live one on one hot filthy action as soon as we look up your credit card, what is the name on the card?"

[Holiday] "It's a company card, under the name of Real Extreme Wrestling."

[Operator] "Oh Mr. White why didn't you say so? This makes your fifth call for the day, would you like to be connected to one of our abusive mistresses where you can be her dirty slave again or to girls shoving large things in their..."

[Holiday] "What the hell are you talking about? Mr. White? I'm Aaron "Fuckin'" Holiday and I haven't called you in months....that filthy lawyer must have read the credit card statement and has been calling in!"

And from above I hear a hand slap the mat and the sound of Chase Evans voice call out "One!"

[Holiday] "Damn, I'll call you back!"

I shove the phone in my pocket and grab something on my way out from under the ring as Chase slaps his hand to the mat a second time making the two count as Titus covers Sexpert...Not able to reach them in time I point the nozzle of what I had grabbed at them and douse Chase Evans, Sexpert, and Titus Thompson with the fire extinguisher. Still having some left in it I turn to Freak and Dreamkiller still rolling around outside on the ground like a couple of girls and spray them as well separating them....

[Holiday] "If you two are going to wrestle like that all day go back in the closet!"

[Dreamkiller] "It's a boiler room!"

[Holiday] "Yeah...well next week it'll be in a pool full of pudding..."

To Be Continued...

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[The Messenjah]

Play and I walk out onto the stage with my wrestling gear on and I am looking at the guys wrestling in the ring and I have a mic in my hand I start to walk down the ramp..

Me: Dreamkiller Dreamkiller why are you even in this match you should be worrying about me because me and you will be going at it for the Strong-Style championship and I don't want you hurt and not be in the match. I don't want any excuses that when I beat you, you will say ohh im hurt I wasn't a 100%..

I walk around to where Dreamkiller is and Kick him a couple of times while he is rolling around on the floor I make my way over to the announcer table and I sit down watching the match...

: Look at them all in the ring T Money they think they can beat Aaron holiday in this match I know that me and aaron don't see eye to eye but I do still love him and he has my support..

tbc.