Post by The Outlaw on Jun 8, 2011 12:41:10 GMT -5
Outside of Star Maker arena, aka The House That Holiday Built, a crowd from the street gathers around the entrance where atop about only a story or so high the REW Champion Aaron Holiday stands on the edge. The crowd is curious, concerned, they all want to know what he's doing up there. A few people are calling up to him, but none seem to grab his attention for he is waiting on one particular person to call to him.
"We're ready."
From his backside the infamous diamond plated steel mic of The Outlaw sails through the air, he grabs it, his cocky smirk inches its way on his face and he leans forward facing the crowd on the ledge...
[Holiday] "Ladies and Gentlemen, HOW THE HELL ARE YA?"
Huge POP from the crowd...
[Holiday] "Now you're probably all wondering what I'm doing out here, why I've waited for you to gather around....well the reason is simple. I'm here today to spread the word about Jobber awareness. Now we all know that being a jobber is curable, but it takes a lot of hard work and these jobbers we have in REW now don't know the meaning of hard work. Now being a jobber isn't defined in to one particular thing such as being a supernatural monster, breathing ice, fire, drinking people souls like they're Kool-Aid....it's just sucking really badly and getting on the last nerve of your world champion that qualifies you...Like Sexpert, Dolla, and Tough Nuts."
Aaron pulls the mic away to catch his breath and take a drink of water, and as he pauses a woman from down below yells out...
[Woman] "What can we do to help these jobbers Aaron?"
A smile flashed across Holidays face as he pulled his mic back up...
[Holiday] "I'm glad you asked because that's exactly what I'm here to tell ya. Dealing with jobbers is not fun, its something I hate but the only way to cure them is to expose them, embarrass them which is hard considering they embarrass themselves daily and don't realize it. What I purpose is for every thousand dollars donated I will randomly select from our vast collection of jobbers, one after another until the money runs out, my competition on the next Wrath in a World Heavyweight Championship Battle Royal! And it's up to all of you to make the donations."
A look of disgust washes over the crowd and another on looker yells up to Holiday...
[Man] "But we don't like jobbers either, so why would we donate out money to them?"
[Holiday] "You're donating your money to me, I'm the one who has to deal with them! Just keep in mind what could happen, a perfect example is former REW Champion Cloudstrife....once a jobber now a respected veteran under my teachings. But why are you going to be willing to donate money? Because this is MY benefit concert! Who wants to hear me Rock?"
The fans cheer....
[Holiday] "This fist song is dedicated to all the jobbers and the championship.....It's called Can't you See?!"
Behind me the band, some good friends of mine from Edmond Kentucky called Black Stone Cherry, begin to play. I pull the mic up to my lips.....
[Holiday] "I'm gonna take a freight train, down at the station, and I don't care where it goes....I'm gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain........
For those who couldn't figure this out, I'm having an open Jobber battle royal at Wrath. NO vets are allowed.....on the guest list, Dolla, Sexpert, Tough Nutz, Draven Demonas and who knows who else!