Post by Trash on Apr 16, 2011 22:26:18 GMT -5
As the Outlaw celebrates another well fought victory in a match against The Dark Lord, the Raven Vision comes to life, but instead of Aaron's entrance video, the crowd is graced with a view of the REW parking lot. Rain drops toss themselves suicidally, exploding like bombs on the black asphalt below. The camera moves showing a man laying prone and face down in the lot.
Aaron looks up, wondering along with the crowd who that man is.
The camera moves higher along the contour of the man's body and zooms in on a green hat and a golden chain laying crumpled up nearby. A hat and chain so incredibly lame and generic that they could only belong to one man.
Dolla Billa.
Suddenly laughter is heard as the camera moves up, trailing up a set of feet that stand by the front of the man's head. The camera slowly climbs into the air revealing the gnarled, bent form of Trash. In his gentle hands, Trash holds a long wooden staff, thick and old by appearance.
As the camera focuses on his laughing face, two sharp, bright eyes reveal himself through the tangle of black hair that falls across Trash's countenance.
And then he spoke...
Trash : "Aaron. Congratulation on your win, it was a win worthy of a true champion. If you happened to catch my match, you wouldve seen that not only did I defeat Emily Money...who wisely never showed up, but I also said that I'd better get a title shot if I do beat her.
Now...you made a promise Aaron. You said that if I find the man who tried to scatter The Outlaw across that hotel weeks ago, that I would get a title shot. Well, I've found the culprit.
Trash points down at the prone form of Dolla who begins to move.
Trash : "You see, Aaron, Dolla made two mistakes that night. First, he chose to attack me as I was heading to our match and thus cost me my rightly earned title shot. I return the favor tonight. Dolla also planted a bomb in your lockeroom, wanting to take you out.
Isn't that right Dolla?
The Sanity Assassin twists Dolla's head upwards from his body, stretching the man's neck at an impossible angle and causing the already ambushed man to cry out in pain.
Dolla Billa : "N...NN...ahhhhhh...YES *coughs* YES
Trash smiles and releases Dolla's neck.
Trash : Admits to it too. Well, there's your evidence, Outlaw. I'll leave the decision on what to do with it up to you. Oh...and about my title shot...well, I feel generous tonight...when and where...that's also up to you!
Trash smiles, kicking Dolla's prone form but the man of money and gold catches his foot in an act of desperation. Trash loses balance and falls into the wet pavement as Dolla twists Trash's arm managing to lock in a submission hold of his own. Struggling to keep the hold on, Dolla yells into the microphone.
Dolla : "He's lying! I...I..."
Trash breaks the hold and steps on the microphone, crushing it before Dolla could finish.
The feed cuts out, leaving Holiday standing in the ring.
TBC
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