Post by The Outlaw on Jun 23, 2011 16:27:12 GMT -5
After spending the night in the hospital with his wife Aaron Holiday once again returns to Star Maker arena with a new found goal, to win a charity event. He passes the entrance to the parking garage and heads straight to the front of the arena and pulls his truck off the street and onto the pavement where a circle of people gather around hoping that there may indeed be a REW Star inside.
The drivers side door opens and Holidays boots his the ground beneath as he hops out and in immediately swarmed by the fans which is exactly what he had in mind. The crowd begins to scream, push, and shove all trying to grab The Outlaws attention. Aaron slaps a few hands and jumps into the bed of the truck like climbing on a soap box and addresses them all....
[Holiday] "Ladies and Gentlemen, how would you ALL like to spend a day with your beloved Champion?"
Just like standing in the lime light the fans respond the same with a huge roar of cheers.
[Holiday] "Now we all know how I'm such a giving person as I demonstrated with my concert event to give jobbers second chances. This week I'd like to give back to the fed and give back to you the people by making Star Maker arena a better place for all of you to enjoy. It starts now by cleaning out my penthouse, there's a lot of things that need recycling, sold and I've even got some cool shit to give you guys for helping me...So are you in?"
Again the fans cheer and can't wait to start working. Aaron gets down from his truck and hands out name tags to the 15-20 people and brings them inside. They all head up the steps as the elevator isn't enough to hold them and make their way to the top....but as they reach the second to last floor going to the top a group of fans stop....
[Johnny] "Mr. Holiday, I watch REW religiously and I don't want to tell you you're going to the wrong way but isn't your room on this floor?"
[Holiday] "Why yes Jimmy, my new room is, the one I took from John Michael White months and months ago because my penthouse suite on the entire floor above is a wreck. That's why I've brought you all along to help me. But seeing as I don't need both, how about you and the other five or six people with you go there and clean out my things. After you get it all out you'll find some buckets of black paint to cover the walls with. The rest of you, come with me."
Aaron leaves the a small number of fans to get to work on one of the many things he has planned and takes the rest to the top floor. As they reach the door they all find it covered with padlocks, a steel gate and various other measures to ensure the jobbers leave him well enough alone. Holiday pulls the keys from his pocket and goes to work unlocking everything as he address the other fans at the same time.
[Holiday] "Now ladies and gentlemen I must warn you that what you are about to see may be disturbing, or it may not even need your assistance. I can't recall the last time I was here but I've spent many drunken nights partying and I think my housekeeper quit. If any dead hookers are found there is no need to call the police, we'll properly dispose of the body in John Michael Whites office."
Aaron opens the last lock to the door and and pulls it open and flips a switch inside the suite. The lights come on and the first thing everyone notices is the foul stench of the hundreds of empty beer cans. As they step inside they see what's left of the room, the once finely leather upholstered chair is torn to shreds, random bottles of liquor sit every few feet not to mention the giant tv which seems to have been looped on the same porn playing on it for what must be at least a few thousand times now.
[Holiday] "First things first, we gather up all the cans for recycling, there are bags her left by the former housekeeper, everyone grab one and pick a room."
The fans do exactly that and everyone goes to work while Holiday grabs a flattened box and puts it together to start putting things in it for an online auction. The minutes begin to tick away as everyone is busy until a loud scream erupts from the back and a fan runs to the giant living room in the middle....
[Mark] "There's a fucking Lion in the bathroom! I thought you said you haven't been here in months so how in the hell is that thing alive?"
Before Aaron can answer the Lion makes its way into the living room on stumbling legs and paws at a half a case of beer sitting on the table. The cans fall into the floor and the Lion stabs at it with one of his claws and busts it open and the beer spews out and he opens his massive mouth and begins to drink it.
[Holiday] "Ohh him, that big golden beast is my pet cat Dozer! I forgot I still pay a guy to come up here and feed him raw steak everyday not to mention all the left over beer and liquor, that cat sure can drink!"
[Mark] "Pet Cat? Most people have a tabby cat or something, not a god damn LION!"
[Holiday] "Guess I'm not most people, no worries I'll put him up. Dozer, CAGE!!"
The big Lion gets up and grabs the remaining beers in his mouth and trots off to a room with a door made out of steel bars. Just proof of one of the many measure Aaron has taken to jobber proof his room.
[Holiday] "Alright everyone, back to getting those cans. With the money we get we're donating to the corporation to lower the price of ticket seats to help us achieve more sold out shows!"
TBC