Wrath Segment: When a Messiah walks amoung you.

[Tommy Sirius]

The crowd had dwindled since the last time he had stepped behind these curtains, the buzz now more of a slight breeze of air and the excitement rivaled by that of a paraplegic nymphomaniac. He shook his head and disgust, but the smile that now spread across his face wouldn't leave...it was perminant. Taking one more look at the newly aquired Strongstyle Championship he slung it over his shoulder, nodding to the nearby sound-tech.

"Grace" by Lamb of God

Allyson: Wait, what is going on? We're supposed to be moving on to our Main Event.

Simon: Well I've heard rumors, and considering this music...those rumors are true.

Allyson: Rumors?

Though before her question can be awnsered, the curtains part sending a rather large...mixed reaction from the crowd. Sirius, Strongstyle title over his shoulder, steps through the curtain taking a paused to look at the rather small crowd in attendance.

Allyson: Oh no, Tommy is back!?

Simon: Of course! Oh what glorious day it's turned too!

Allyson: Oh please Simon....and what in the hell is he doing with Sara's title!?

Simon: I think it's safe to say, that considering who's shoulder it is on, it doesn't belong to Sara any longer!

Allyson: I guess that is why she didn't bring it with her in the tag match, but...how did he get it? I mean she wouldn't relinquish it without a fight and Sara came out here at full health...though she did seem a bit displeased.

Simon: Oh...I thought she was menstrating.

Sirius took his time coming down the ramp, to scan over the crowd...his eyes mirroring that of a hungry wolf tracking his prey. Though once he reached ringside he quickly rolled into the ring, being handing a mic nearby ring-crew as he alited to his feet. Pulling it up to his lips, the crowd falls to a hush.

Sirius: I must applaud REW...despite numerous attempts to finnaly put this hellhole out of it's misery....despite the place decaying like it has....it still lives. It may hang by only a few strings of life, but it still lives.

With a few jeers beginning to arise from the crowd, Sirius lowers the mic and claps in a moaking way for the crowd.

Sirius: You see, looking at all the empty seats right now...the lack of production....and the sparce ammount of active roster...this place has really come to look like a cancer ravaged corpse. And deep...deep down in my gut...I feel that this place is so close to death I can taste it.

Allyson: Here we go again....Sirius has returned to kill REW again. You know...hasn't he learned? We're not going anywhere...each time he's tried..he failed. When we have people like Sara Stone, Aaron Holiday...and I'd hate to say it...Trash...this place will allways be around.

Sirius: It's so close...that instead of feeling the need to rips out it's throat...to severe that last artery....I feel pity.

Simon: ...Sirius...feeling pity? He's a changed man!

Allyson: Hardly...

Sirius: I look down on this creation, birthed from a buisness I helped create. Ran by people, who I broke into this buisness..and I feel pity. Where I would normally stomp the life out of the pitifull creature writhing in it's own filth in it's last few moments of life....I have decided to reach down and lift REW from it's grace. To mend it's broken hands, pick up the pieces and put it back together again.

Simon: Righteous! I knew Sirius had a heart...I knew this man didn't just concentrate on snuffing out life, but to also bring hope!

Allyson: Oh come on, your buying into this crap?

Simon: Crap!? Listen to this man, he is speaking the new gospel! He is ready to breath new life into REW!

Sirius: REW...fans in attendance and watching at home. Where I was once a monster, your assaulant...I now stand before you as your Messiah.

Simon: AMEN!

Allyson: ...can we cut to a comercial....

Sirius: And as my first blessing upon REW, I've taken this title that once held prestige to it from the harlot that kept it. Not only as your Messiah, but still owner of UVCW...the Strongstyle Championship...belongs to me....so, hail your new champion!

Pulling the Strongstyle Championship from his shoulder, Sirius quickly wrapped it around his waist and snapped the buttons together. At this point, the chorus of boos begin to climb in decible.

Sirius: Sara Stone...Icy Holiday...or just plain tramp...you have not earned this title...so if you want it back...there is no legal paths of doing so. You'll have to meet me in this ring, next Wrath...to get it. But know this, everyone knows my feelings of you....you don't even deserved to be in this sport...so feel...blessed that i've given you the opportunity to earn this belt back.

Allyson: Hasn't earned it? She won it fair and square and has defended it numerous times...she has more then deserved it. All this is, is a man coming in with a few connections and throwing his weight around where he doesn't have the right too!

Simon: Oh come on...the only reason Sara gets anywhere is because she's on her knees constantly for our World Champion. She ride more then just his coat tails!

Allyson: Excuse me!? Yes she may be MARRIED to the World Champion..but she has earned everything she has.

Sirius: Now as far as the rest of REW is concerned, your savior has arrived...the Messiah walks amoung you. No more do you need to worship false idols and icons...your salvation reside here...with me...

He finishes off, turning towards the entrance ramp....

[johnmwhite]

--Sirius stands in the ring, having just declared himself the Messiah of REW. He turns to the entrance ramp, probably because of the brilliant flash of light bursting from the curtain. The house lights fade, the music swells, the drumbeat begins. You can run on for a long time...--

Allyson: Well thank god for... well not god, I guess he hasn't anything to do with this guy, but thank whoever for JMW showing up to tell this nut to put a sock in it.

Simon: That damn lawyer always has to stick his beak into things that do not concern him.

--Standing as a shadow in the light is the smooth-domed, well dressed lawyer. Above him the Tron displays a poll for no apparent reason. Get your act together, tech guys. John Michael White steps out onto the stage and starts to make his way down the ramp, limping along on his silver cane. The light gleams off the metal and blazes brightly on his crisp white suit.--

Allyson: I think the commissioner has reason to be concerned with Dreamer turns up and proclaims himself a messiah.

Simon: Pfft, like a guy like him would recognise a Messiah in the first place.

--John Michael White slithers into the ring and props himself up on the cane, eye to beady eye with Sirius. The lawyer's lips curl and he flashes that patented devilish grin (seriously, he tried to patent it, I think it costs money to show it on TV now). The lawyer's hand moves, the Messiah's fist clenches, but all JMW does it slip a sterling silver microphone from his sleeve.--

Allyson: I never thought I'd say this but I'm looking forward to JMW speaking. At least he might say something sensible.

Simon: Yeah, right...

John Michael White: My people have been waiting a long time... a really long time... and after a few false alarms, now he is finally here!

Allyson: What?

Simon: Right on!

John Michael White: Finally we have found the Messiah!

Allyson: What... the... hell?!

Simon: Preach it, brother!

--John Michael White reaches out, putting his gloved hand on the shoulder of "The Messiah" Tommy Sirius. JMW's fingers caress the glittering gold of the StrongStyle championship now held by its rightful owner.--

John Michael White: This man, this corporeal being of fine flesh and blood, is so much better than the sum of his parts. He is the man who will herald the new era of prosperity in REW. I have been but a shepherd, leading the flock through the wilderness, until the appointed time arrived. No man knows the hour, but I had faith, and knew that one day the saviour would come. And my faith has borne fruit, because here he is!

--Sirius raises his arms, drinking in the adulation of the fans, even if most of them are booing and yelling.--

John Michael White: Today marks the second coming of Tommy Sirius. Or the third, or maybe the fourth, I've lost count, but regardless the point remains he is back and he is better than ever. And from now on, REW, you are all on notice. You had better repent, you had better start working hard, because a certain someone is coming to town. Things are going to be different, because you will see the light. REW, you will see the light and you will be led to the promised land. Together we will see the sun rise on a more glorious dawn. HALLELUJAH!

Allyson: I can't believe this. Tommy Sirius comes back and calls himself the damn messiah of--

Simon: Watch your language!

Allyson: Shut up. And JMW endorses this crap? He stole the title from the Strongstyle Champion! He is screwing up the formatting of the show with this unscheduled segment. This is chaos!

Simon: Well, you know his motto. Ordo ab chao...

Allyson: With him I'm sure it's the other way around.

--John Michael White raises the hand of the Messiah in the air, as the crowd looks on in shock, horror, and possibly a little excitement at something happening in the ring.--

[PHANTOM]

Messiahs and Mortals

As Sirius and White are staying in the ring raising there hands the ring shakes. They look confused and fire shoots out of all the ring posts. I rise from behind them in the crowd.



Allyson : Whats this?

Simon : I dunnp but it gives me the creeps.


John and Sirius turn around as they feel an evil presetse behind them. My eyes burn bright red and can see into there sole. John and Sirius stare at me in horror. I stare at them with my eyes that burn bright red.

Me : John White and Tommy Sirius. You have invoked the wrath of an angry tyrant. You have come out here to talk about how you are messiahs but let me tell you something...there is no such thing as a messiah. You are all mere mortals!

John grabs the mic.

John : U think im a mortal? Why dont u shut your mouth hole and bring youre ass down here so I can kick your nugget off you piecew of s@^t!!!

I laugh at how John is so angry. Sirius grabs the mic.

Sirius : Yeah listen this is our time we run things now so whore you to tell us what to do?

I laugh and make fire shoot out of the ciorners again scaring John and Sirius and the fans cheer for me. I look into Johns and Sirius's souls and see two men who are trying to hide that they are afraid.

I stare at them icy agaiun.


Me : Remember mortals there will be a time when someone will come for your souls. You think you are better, you think you are messiahs but your soles will go to HELL!

Red fire shoots out again and I disappear into the darkness.


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[The Outlaw]

Fire, Souls, Scars...it all sounded pretty wicked and the look in that creepy little bastards eyes was something to be seen no doubt as he talked about everything he was going to do in his sick mind while on the other side of the curtain talk of a new found Providence was taking place. I walked over to Draven and put my hand on his shoulder and spoke to him softly, not wanting to violently snap him back to reality....

[Holiday] "Hey kid, that's some great ideas but you better let a pro handle it, this isn't really the place for smoke a mirrors."

Draven looks at me and scratches his head confused, almost as if he thought everything going on inside his mind was actually happening in the middle of the ring. I step up to the gorilla position just as John Michael White lets out a "Helileguh"....

I reach up to the top of my head, sitting upon it was a mask of fear, hate, a mask of Legend and in the time of Gods and Monsters it was the mask of WAR! As I pulled the white rubber coated titanium hockey mask down the arena plunged into darkness and HELLIAN's music bitch smacked the P.A. System....



...Bloodsmiple "Dead Man Walking" played out and I made my way onto the ramp, the jeers of the crowd were washed away with a tide of cheers and a massive standing ovation as I held the REW World Heavyweight Championship above my head. In my holy, torn and tattered Levi Jeans I marched forward in my boots stopping at the center of the ramp to pull my own infamous diamond plated steel mic from my back pocket. The lights returned to normal and I raised the mic.....

[Aaron "Hellian" Holiday].......

Hellian...HELLian...HELLIAN....HELLIAN....HELLIAN

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....Before I could speak the arena exploded and even if I tried my voice wouldn't be heard. I merely hold the mic in the air and soak in the electricity from the crowd, my heart tuning in with the chant and beating to its rhythm. After a few moments the fans voice dies down and I bring the mic back to....

[/color][Hellian] "All of REW is on notice....ALL? Talk of being guided to a promise land, into the light....John, Dreamer...LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! If you seek the wild horses bound for uncharted courses, you'll never grab the reigns for the chance to learn from your mistakes....And that's what you're doing and in a nutshell its some sort of Providence?!?"

I drop the mic to my side and wait for a reply, inside the ring Tommy "Dreamer" Sirius pulls his mic to his lips...

[Dreamer] "Brother, you know all about rules, and how with every rule there is an exception. You have to know you're the exception. We're trying to build something better, stronger. Just like at what I did tonight, I took MY title from that tramp of yours to bring a little prestige back to the title. All that's left is to take her tag title and with all the gold we'll lead this fed...."

I bring my mic back up cutting him off....

[Hellian] "To slaughter? With Gold Fists? Or into a naive death? Just give everyone some Kool-Aid and let them drink up huh? Well let me tell you all something, I'm not playing follow the leader, I'm not letting the blind lead me, and just to point out to the two of you who are putting the fed on notice...Notice I'm the fucking Champion, I'm the leader...and the reason why? Because I'm BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU! I don't need to be led....and if you wanted to lift the fed to grace ohh so badly you'd take a GooD hard look and realize that's exactly what's being done as it sits upon my shoulders!"

As I drop my mic back to my side John raises his own...

[JMW] "Aaron, we all know how you love to brag, how you love to pretend you're "Better" than all of us, and while you're pointing out distorted facts allow me to point out some embarrassing truth for you. Granted you may be champion, you may even be damn GooD, you're not "Better" than me, as you would say...why aren't you, you ask? Because you've never beaten me! So aside from wanting to toot your own horn, what's the reason you're really out here? Do you think this is your Birthday Party slot? The both of us thought the four cases of beer left in your room would tie you over. So what is it "Hellian", Mr. "Outlaw", what is it that Aaron "Fuckin" Holiday wants besides attention?"

I bring the mic back up and prepare to speak and then drop it to my side...For once without mind games, without in ring competition The Lawyer has bested me with a simple question, one that I can't answer. I've done everything in this fed, I've ran it, won every championship, award after award. I bring the mic up a second time and pull the mask off my face...

[Holiday] "I...I don't know."

A devilish grin flashes across both of their faces and as John goes to speak to me again Dreamer stops him and whispers something in his ear and the pulls the mic to himself...

[Dreamer] "You're right Aaron, you're not a sheep to be led...you're just lost. How about you join us for a bit and see if we can show you the light?




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[Tommy Sirius]

"You're right Aaron, you're not a sheep to be led...you're just lost. How about you join us for a bit and see if we can show you the light?" Sirius spoke, his voice solumn but seemingly lulling Aaron in.

Aaron, at first just stared down at ringside...the shit eating grin he usually sported was had now dissapeared and it seemed as though he had adopted the form of a zombie. No emotions, no expressions...just a blank man coming to relisations.

Simon: Come on champ, reach out and take the salvation that is just being handed to you!

Allyson: Please, Aaron said it best earlier...JMW and Sirius isn't going to lead REW to a nirvana...he's going to lead them to obliteration!

JMW, standing right next to the much larger Sirius, couldn't help but smile...finnaly...the Self Proclaimed Hardcore Legend, Icon, Mr. Better Then You...had been rendered speechless. The mind games that he so adored playing had been flipped around on him, and honestly dumped right on top of him. Aaron dropped his gaze from the couple in the ring, just looking at ground before him.

AARON! AARON! AARON AARON!

Came the chant around the arena again as the crowd rallied behind Holiday in an attempt to pull him back to the truth, the reality.

"The truth behind this all is right before you my friend...my brother. All this time you've hid that truth from yourself with intoxication, anger and self idolization. Now...stand by us...grab your big fucking stick and herd along side us through the deep dark valley's we're sure to cross." Sirius said holding his hand out beside him as if showing Aaron his place.

Stepping forward, with more of a sympathetic look on his face, JMW continued. "Aaron, you fight like a matyr for those people in the back. Each and everyone of them...Dreamkiller...Freakula....every last one of them. You lead them....no pull them along the trail. But for what? For each and every one of them to show you now thanks...no praise...but to attempt to jam a knife into your back at every turn for that strap of gold around your waist right now. Stop killing yourself to pull the deadweight around...let US help you...let us take the weight off your back...let US lead the sheep."

AARON! AARON! AARON! AARON!

Simon: Come on champ, listen to reason!

Allyson: No, don't fall into this trap!

Aaron glances around at the arena, to the mask that hung from his finger tip and back at the ring. An old friend, and an old enemy. Side by side with outstretched arms to invite him into the family. Looking back to the ground Aaron takes a step forward.

Simon: YES!

Allyson: NO CHAMP! NO!

Quickly the curtains part, and a young woman darts out of it.

Simon: What the hell is this bitch doing out here!?

Allyson: Talk some sense into him Sara, show him the truth of the matter.

The words can't be heared but the plead can be seen pouring out of Saras face. Aaron, haulting his decent turns looking at her listening. She grasps his arm, rubbing his chest as she inches in close to him...the urgency...worry and fear that her words probably held were visible.

Meanwhile in the ring, Sirius walks towards the ramp with homicide in his eyes. Only to be stopped by JMW, who whispers something into his ear...the only responce being a look and nod from Sirius who backs up into the middle of the ring.

Sara turns and walks back towards the locker room area, stopping to motion for Aaron to follow her. Aaron glances back at her, then to JMW and Sirius.

Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!

And without as much as a reaction, Aaron turns and makes his way back to the curtain. Sara follows, but before she completley dissapears with him, she turns and locks eyes with The Messiah in the ring. The tension is near explosive as the two lock eyes and the abhority is thick in the air. Sirius points forward at Icy and brings his hands together only to rip them apart in a breaking motion. And in a surprising show of Holiday fashion Sara turns him a middle finger befor mouthing...

"Suck my dick, bitch"

Simon: HEY!

Allyson: That's my girl!

Sara leaves ringside, REW champion and husband with her. Leaving a rather pissed of JMW and Sirius in the ring. And as the show goes off air...something surprising happens as the REW-Tron comes to life

And as the show goes off air...it's closed with a rather amusing image of a late arrival....