Post by Aryan Franchise on Aug 8, 2011 20:07:34 GMT -5
A smile creeped across his face, as everything he had planned was slowly falling into place. He held the ice cold beer in his left hand....in his right the true instrument of his opponents dismantling...the mic. His two harlots had finished their, feeding, so to speak and joined him on the outside of the ring...sweaty with thier hands painted in the blood of Sara Stone. The crowd stood in anticipation, awaiting the responce from the Franchise...to their Idol. And with a quick twitch of his wrist the beer popped open and up it went, Franchise gulping it down. With a nod, Holiday did the same.
Simon: ...what!?
Allyson: I can't believe my eyes, The Franchise is joining Holiday in a toast...of respect!?
TMoney: I...I don't trust this...
Finishing the can of beer, Franchise holds the can back up into the air...bringing the mic up to his lips as his two ladies rest their heads on his chest.
"Yes...A toast Holly....to your...."Aryan paused for a second, his grin growing wild, "....destruction."
Simon: HA!
TMoney: I knew it!
A hush went over the crowd as Holiday tosses the empty can to his side, his gaze locking back to Aryan as the tension rose once again. The boos quickly began to rise again, each growing second of it seemed to only feed Aryan.
"I dropped your name to make myself feel better? How about this Aaron....I mentioned your name because I knew of your arrogance....your self indulgence to your ego. You hear your name called out, you step forward to make your presence known. You...can't survive without the limelight." Aryan spoke, the two ladies at his side smiling.
"Stop trying to lie to us all, we all know you came back...not to help your new flavor of the month achieve whatever goals she may have...but because you couldn't stand that thought of someone else coming in after your retirement and making more waves within a day or two then you could your entire career. You...Aaron Holiday....Hellian.....The Mother Fucking Icon.....can not stand to see someone else....in your...spotlight." Aryan continued.
TMoney: Harsh words!
Allyson: And somewhat false.
Simon: Do what!? Aryan speaks the truth, Aaron is a washed up has-been who never was. And can't stand it one someone is legitamatly better then him.
Allyson: Oh please.
Holiday raises his mic, to let his two cents known...but before he can...Aryan cuts him off.
"Oh and thank you Holiday...." Aryan asks.
The statement confuses many, as Holiday lowers his mic shrugging in a questioning manner. And much to the horror of the crowd, the curtains part as a figure comes rushing out from behind. A loud tink rings out as Holiday hits the ramp, sliding a few feet completley unconcious. Whilst standing at the top of the ramp dresed in a black jumpsuit and ski-mask....stood his assailant, golden sledgehammer high above his head.
"....hook....line.....sinker." Aryan said as "Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Day hits the PA system as Wrath comes to an end.
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The Next Day
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It was, just like any other, another day filled with legal actions...demands from undeserving wrestlers...and mountains of paperwork for the REW Champion and Administrator John Michael White. His head rested in his palm as a pen bounced in his hand atop another stress ricken piece of paper. To his side sat the REW World Championship, another thing that seemed to just stack on the stress. A meltdown was mounting, but when?
Sitting the pen down he leant back in his chair, taking up a nearby glass and taking a deep gulp of the contents...his eyes scanning about his office as if the awnser to whatever problem he was having to solve, resided there.
"Perhaps....some fresh air might help." came the voice of Andrea, his nurse.
She brought a small plastic cup of some medications as well as a small cup of water.
"I think a bullet or two would be better..." JMW just snarkily remarked.
With a frown, Andrea shook her head. "...thoughts of suicide? Do I need to add some anti-depressant in with these?" she asked.
JMW raised and eyebrow at her. "Suicide? Lord no......I mean for the idiots that trot around these halls like they own the place." JMW awnsered, waving his hand at the door as he returned back down the large packet of papers before him.
"Hmm..thoughts of homicide....you seem to be in a better mood today." she said, that crooked smart curl of her mouth showing as she laid his meds down beside him. Reaching over she took the glass with the darker contents away.
JMW reacts with a sharp look, quickly turning the small cup of meds into his mouth and chasing it back with slightly larger cup of water.
"Though I hate to break your gleefull mood, but don't forget about your one o'clock." Andrea reminded.
John slightly grunted, bringing his hands up to massage his temple. "Just...tell him...I'm out of town."
"You know..that won't work...he'll somehow find out your still in your office...or just barge in anyways." she said, invoking a deeper grunt from JMW.
"Fine..." JMW went to continue...but before he could the door swung open.
"Speaking of the devil..." JMW said, glancing at Andrea who just mearly smile and left the room.
Aryan walked into the room, Strongstyle Championship around his shoulder, and quickly took a seat infront of JMW.
"So...what brings you here Mr...Aryan." JMW asked, his glance quickly going back to his papers.
"I prefere...Mr. Franchise." Aryan remarked.
"And I...prefere that you leave...so...I guess we'll both just have to deal with it." JMW said, bringing his gaze back to Aryan..."So what have you come here for?"
Aryan gritted his teeth, but turned to Sasha giving her a look. She quickly turned and pulled a rather large book out of her bag, handing it to Aryan. Slamming it on the desk, Aryan fingers to a place holder and throws the book open, as JMW places his hands down trying to keep papers from flying off. Turning the book around to JMW and pointing at a passage, Aryan belts out.
"See as though your a man of...law, I will say lightly. Take a look here in the REW rule book, it clearly states...that once a contender is defeated...he forfeits his spot as that contender to whoever beat them. So....that would still make me the new No.1 Contendor. And by him losing the match and gaining a shot....it would make him a wild-card contendor....." Aryan said, looking up to JMW who quite honestly seems less then ammused.......
Simon: ...what!?
Allyson: I can't believe my eyes, The Franchise is joining Holiday in a toast...of respect!?
TMoney: I...I don't trust this...
Finishing the can of beer, Franchise holds the can back up into the air...bringing the mic up to his lips as his two ladies rest their heads on his chest.
"Yes...A toast Holly....to your...."Aryan paused for a second, his grin growing wild, "....destruction."
Simon: HA!
TMoney: I knew it!
A hush went over the crowd as Holiday tosses the empty can to his side, his gaze locking back to Aryan as the tension rose once again. The boos quickly began to rise again, each growing second of it seemed to only feed Aryan.
"I dropped your name to make myself feel better? How about this Aaron....I mentioned your name because I knew of your arrogance....your self indulgence to your ego. You hear your name called out, you step forward to make your presence known. You...can't survive without the limelight." Aryan spoke, the two ladies at his side smiling.
"Stop trying to lie to us all, we all know you came back...not to help your new flavor of the month achieve whatever goals she may have...but because you couldn't stand that thought of someone else coming in after your retirement and making more waves within a day or two then you could your entire career. You...Aaron Holiday....Hellian.....The Mother Fucking Icon.....can not stand to see someone else....in your...spotlight." Aryan continued.
TMoney: Harsh words!
Allyson: And somewhat false.
Simon: Do what!? Aryan speaks the truth, Aaron is a washed up has-been who never was. And can't stand it one someone is legitamatly better then him.
Allyson: Oh please.
Holiday raises his mic, to let his two cents known...but before he can...Aryan cuts him off.
"Oh and thank you Holiday...." Aryan asks.
The statement confuses many, as Holiday lowers his mic shrugging in a questioning manner. And much to the horror of the crowd, the curtains part as a figure comes rushing out from behind. A loud tink rings out as Holiday hits the ramp, sliding a few feet completley unconcious. Whilst standing at the top of the ramp dresed in a black jumpsuit and ski-mask....stood his assailant, golden sledgehammer high above his head.
"....hook....line.....sinker." Aryan said as "Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Day hits the PA system as Wrath comes to an end.
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The Next Day
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It was, just like any other, another day filled with legal actions...demands from undeserving wrestlers...and mountains of paperwork for the REW Champion and Administrator John Michael White. His head rested in his palm as a pen bounced in his hand atop another stress ricken piece of paper. To his side sat the REW World Championship, another thing that seemed to just stack on the stress. A meltdown was mounting, but when?
Sitting the pen down he leant back in his chair, taking up a nearby glass and taking a deep gulp of the contents...his eyes scanning about his office as if the awnser to whatever problem he was having to solve, resided there.
"Perhaps....some fresh air might help." came the voice of Andrea, his nurse.
She brought a small plastic cup of some medications as well as a small cup of water.
"I think a bullet or two would be better..." JMW just snarkily remarked.
With a frown, Andrea shook her head. "...thoughts of suicide? Do I need to add some anti-depressant in with these?" she asked.
JMW raised and eyebrow at her. "Suicide? Lord no......I mean for the idiots that trot around these halls like they own the place." JMW awnsered, waving his hand at the door as he returned back down the large packet of papers before him.
"Hmm..thoughts of homicide....you seem to be in a better mood today." she said, that crooked smart curl of her mouth showing as she laid his meds down beside him. Reaching over she took the glass with the darker contents away.
JMW reacts with a sharp look, quickly turning the small cup of meds into his mouth and chasing it back with slightly larger cup of water.
"Though I hate to break your gleefull mood, but don't forget about your one o'clock." Andrea reminded.
John slightly grunted, bringing his hands up to massage his temple. "Just...tell him...I'm out of town."
"You know..that won't work...he'll somehow find out your still in your office...or just barge in anyways." she said, invoking a deeper grunt from JMW.
"Fine..." JMW went to continue...but before he could the door swung open.
"Speaking of the devil..." JMW said, glancing at Andrea who just mearly smile and left the room.
Aryan walked into the room, Strongstyle Championship around his shoulder, and quickly took a seat infront of JMW.
"So...what brings you here Mr...Aryan." JMW asked, his glance quickly going back to his papers.
"I prefere...Mr. Franchise." Aryan remarked.
"And I...prefere that you leave...so...I guess we'll both just have to deal with it." JMW said, bringing his gaze back to Aryan..."So what have you come here for?"
Aryan gritted his teeth, but turned to Sasha giving her a look. She quickly turned and pulled a rather large book out of her bag, handing it to Aryan. Slamming it on the desk, Aryan fingers to a place holder and throws the book open, as JMW places his hands down trying to keep papers from flying off. Turning the book around to JMW and pointing at a passage, Aryan belts out.
"See as though your a man of...law, I will say lightly. Take a look here in the REW rule book, it clearly states...that once a contender is defeated...he forfeits his spot as that contender to whoever beat them. So....that would still make me the new No.1 Contendor. And by him losing the match and gaining a shot....it would make him a wild-card contendor....." Aryan said, looking up to JMW who quite honestly seems less then ammused.......
