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Post by PHANTOM on Jul 6, 2011 12:23:56 GMT -5
Hostile take over
Before the main eventt John White is sittin in his locker room watching the show on a TV monitor to make sure everone follows the rules. First he watches the Sexypert match and as noone shows up and Sex gets declared the winner the lights go out in the arena.
The lights come back on and I appear behind Sex with a evil smile on my face. Sex turns around and gives me a piledriver and the fans chant his name but suddenly I get up and stare into his eyes'.
Me : You think ur good looks can save u?
Sexpert : I know it bitch!
Me : Well see how much they help u
I raise my hands and Sexpert's tuxedo is set on fire. He drop to da floor and starts rollin around and screamin asI walk and smile at the fans in horror.
Allson : This is cruel that dirty basterd Draven set Sexert on fire!
Simon : He used too much oil his fault hahahaha
Allyson : Shut up u dumb faggot
Simon : What u jeallous?
[/color] John sees the end and looks pissed he starts cursing out and grabs a phone to call his man. The phone rings for a long time and John suddenly hears some one on the other line.John : HELLO? HELLO? APOCALYPSE? I NEED UR SECURITY TEAMJhn hear laughter and the phone cut off. Apocalypsea nd his security team have been taken out by me before the show started so they wont be in the way.
Flash forward to the ladder match.
Trash hits Phoenix with a stunner/neckbreaker and poses to the fans. Trash then hits his finisher and starts climbing the ladder to the strong style title.
Allyson : Damn that freak Trash is bout to win
Simon : Hahaha I bet u mad cuz u cant even get laid by a looser like him!!!!!!
Allyson : Loser? Hes winning u homo
Simon : Hahahahahaha
As Trash reaches the top of the ladder and grabs the title the lights go out in the arena and when they come back on im sitting on top of the ladder with the belt in my hand and Trash holding the other end. I stare in his eyes and suddenly the title heats up and burns trash's hands.Me : U want this so bad huh? Its funny how u mortals like gold so much that ur willing to go to hell to get it.
Trash : Shut up punk its my title I won it fair e and square.
Me : Your title is nothing. You see you think you are a master of darkness but you are nothing more than a weakling. You could barely beat a woman. You dont DESERVE a title!
I laugh and Trash releases the burning title and falls off the ladder. I drop the title on his head but he climbs the ladder. He grabs me to powerbomb me off the ladder but the lights go out and Im no where to be seebn.
The strongstyle title is now nothing more than a melted piece of metal.
Trash picks it up lookin upset and my laughter is heard in the arena.
John see this backstage John : What the fuck? Apocalypse where are you??? DAMN IT
Tonight there is hell to pay for REW.
How will REW pay back Draven on the next Wrath? Or will these terror continue...
TBC I guesas.[/color] [/font] [/size] |
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Post by johnmwhite on Jul 6, 2011 13:41:51 GMT -5
--And then John Michael White woke up in bed. He sighed a sigh of relief, remembering that Draven is not a Time Lord and since he had been banned from existence and picked out of the teeth of the universe during the main event of Revolution, nothing he had done mattered any more. There was nothing he could do that mattered, as John Michael White and Toothpick Teddy had wiped him from existence for all time in an airtight, watertight, helltight plan with absolutely no flaws, loopholes or means of escape whatsoever. Seriously, there was nothing that could be done to bring Draven Demonas back, no matter what. This is the narration telling you it, rather than showing you it, so you have to believe it.-- John Michael White: What a night that was. And I sure do swear a lot when talking in a different font... --Speaking of airtight, watertight, helltight and even foaming-at-the-mouth-narrator-tight, there may or may not be the REW World Championship nestled in a sealed and timelocked vault somewhere in John Michael White's current unknown and unknowable location where he could not possibly be assaulted in his sleep. In fact John Michael White had a quantum address, meaning that as soon as you knew where it was, it changed. That really helps get a goodnight sleep after a grueling main event match against Aaron Holiday which John Michael White may or may not have won. One would assume if he did not win he probably needed a little whiskey to get off to sleep that night, knowing that part of his legacy was now lost. And speaking of belts and loss, the REW almost lost their StrongStyle Championship, a belt with a lot of storied history that Aaron Holiday and others probably would be quite irked at the destruction of. Fortunately melting metal doesn't actually destroy it, so John Michael White had commissioned an unknown and incredibly skilled goldsmith (that definitely was not Draven Demonas, who does not exist, in disguise) to work through the night and restore the twisted metal to glory, based on any design requested by the man ruled the official StrongStyle Champion, Trash. Trash had touched the belt first, and would have won it were it not for a spontaneous loss of all narrative causality and the suspension of the laws of physics at the end of his close contest against Phoenix.-- John Michael White: Well, at least I can rest easy in the knowledge that Draven Demonas no longer exists in any plane, and if I or any of us in REW ever see him again, it is simply a dream we can dismiss. Not so pleasant as my usual dreams of mountains of gold, but nothing more than a nuisance I can shake away as soon as I awaken. A pity dreams are worth no money, so you cannot, you know, sell them or something... --John Michael White lights a cigar, blazing red ember glowing in the blackest of rooms. He puffs away a little while, then stubs it out and settles back down to sleep a restful sleep, where no demon can interfere and annoy their boss again.-- |
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