Rare and Precious Metals

[johnmwhite]

Allyson: Trend Kill is over, but the trend has continued. John Michael White remains the REW World Champion, somehow, and--

Simon: And it's not exactly a surprise. The Outlaw once more could not overturn the lawyer. For his entire career, Holiday has been vexed by John Michael White.

Allyson: Vexed? What are you, British? You're sounding like JMW.

Simon: Well he's not British, he's Scottish.

--The lights go out. The crowd screams.--

Amy Lee: Do what you what you want...

--A brilliant white shaft of light strikes the stage. The crowd roars. From our cold opening things get hot as John Michael White steps into the light from the dark, his golden championship belt glittering around his waist. Flashbulbs flare off his title and his head, and the lawyer makes his way down to the ring. Soon he is standing, leaning on his cane, silver microphone in hand.--

John Michael White: Here's Johnny. And here, still, is your REW World Champion. Though the Outlaw tried to steal my gold, he found himself laying on his back, staring at the lights... again. And with a really bad hangover. I am sure he will appear once he wakes up, so please don't flash your cameras in his face, he might be feeling a bit sore still.

Allyson: Aaron Holiday can handle his drink, but who knows what JMW slipped in it.

Simon: Oh come on, he just cannot compete with a Scot.

John Michael White: Now, it seems to be that a certain someone has been taking cues from the current global financial situation and has been trying to deflate the value of currency here in this fed. I stand here with the REW World Championship, a serious bundle of wealth and power, but some trickster thinks he can dilute that by flooding the market with more gold - the Extreme Championship. Ha! It's not even real gold, and used to represent Brass Knuckles. But Mister Holiday thinks he can debase my position as the 1% in this economy by redistributing wealth to the unwashed masses?

I do not think so. Acquisition is what I do, REW. So when I inevitably acquire the win against K.C. James and Trash, I will have my sights set on more gold... a Gold Starr, perhaps.

Do not think this mere arrogance, or the usual bluster of a veteran who is simply used to winning by attrition. The fact is, I cannot be stopped, until someone stands up and does it. And I do not see that face in the crowd here at REW. Perhaps that day will come, but until it does, you are going to have to be prepared to be ruled by a king, a leader of the pack, who will not share his bounty with anyone.

--John Michael White smiles slyly, awaiting the inevitable interruption that is the hallmark of all allotted promo time.--

TBC by ?

[K.C. James]

John Michael White waits for the inevitable & K.C. James is not about to disappoint. The fans hit their feet as the marquee populates all the screens in the arena.

**Don't Fuck With My SPOTLIGHT!**[/move]

JMW looks unamused as the music kicks [[/color]The Main Event | My World].

The new music signifies the arrival of The Innovation Sensation K.C. James.

He parts the curtains to a massive onslaught of flash photograph. James is in a 'DFWMS' tee and a pair of black MMA shorts with red X's on each leg. Anyone who knows K.C., knows he's clearly dressed to fight, if he was here to talk he'd be in a pair of jeans.

K.C. bows his head with the music blaring all around him and the fans chanting his name. The conniving lawyer still remains indifferent to the arrival. James arms cross to form an 'X' above his bowed head and the pyrotechnics dance across the stage.

K.C. heads down the ramp-way and slaps a few outstretched hands. JMW checks his watch knowing that there has to be something better to do than watch this. James rolls in under the bottom rope and catches the airborne microphone tossed by Katie Rain as he gets to his feet.

James music fades out leaving a "K.C." chant in the backdrop. The Innovation Sensation taps the top of the mic and the sound quiets the crowd. K.C. lifts the microphone to his lips.

["The Main Event Element" | K.C. James][/b]
Well, well. If it isn't John Michael White, our indisputable Real Extreme Wrestling world champion.

K.C. does a little bout of fake applause.

[[/color]"The Main Event Element" | K.C. James][/b]
I suppose I'm supposed to bow down in reverie and respect for you, huh? Well don't mind if I don't. Are you supposed to be our prodigal son? Come to claim what is rightfully yours? I don't know if you were too busy blinding the fans with your shiny head but you beat a drunkard sheriff. Bravo! I think JMW, you have a self imposed sense of arrogance thats undeserved. I know you've been away a while kid, but you and I have never gone face to face, so I wouldn't count me out just yet.

[[/color]"The Main Event Element" | K.C. James][/b]
So it seems we're slated to dance: John Michael White versus K.C. James versus Trash in a three-way tango. I say Why Wait?!? I'm already in my gear and you seem to think you can beat anybody, anywhere. There's enough bins out back I'm sure somebody can bring some trash to the ring. Lets kick it, right here, right now!

K.C. doesn't even wait for JMW to retort and smacks a forearm straight off the bridge of his nose and charges in.

John after stumbling back slightly from the blow, with lightning quick speed, kicks his cane into the air and catches it and swings just as James is charging in.

The end of the cane cracks off K.C.'s temple derailing him quickly.

The fans are a barrage of mixed reactions, some partial to JMW, some to K.C.'s side.

K.C. is leaning against the ropes, the cobwebs kicking in and the throbbing in his temple quickly intensifying.

As James is gaining a breather, JMW then cracks the cane off the back of K.C.'s right kneecap and causes him to crash down to the mat seething in pain.

John bares a smug smirk, and begins to watch emotionless, not in humor as the fans did, as a staff member tosses a trash bag into the ring to kick off this impromptu triple threat. The trash empties out of the untied bag as its airborne.

JMW heads to exit the ring unamused by anything going on around him. And clearly certain that as he presumed, K.C. James, is not/will not be in his caliber.

It's then that a sting takes over his left ear. He watches, his balance foggy, as an apple with one bite taken out of it falls after impacting at a high velocity. James takes quick advantage and hooks JMW's hips and crashes him backwards with a release German Suplex.

John holds the back of his head after the impact and JMW watches hoping to reflex as a discarded belt is swung around in the air to give it momentum and then swung downwards towards the lawyer's face.

To Be Continued?
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[Trash]

As KC James and John M White continue brawling, the lights...expectedly at this point, blow out and Sentient 6 by Nevermore rolls quietly in the background. Out on the ramp walks Trash, microphone in hand.

KC and John continue their dance, ignoring the latest arrival, focused in their mutual dislike for one another, frozen in the spirit of competition. KC launches himself at John, aiming the belt at the famous bald dome, but John catches, grabbing it with his thin...but powerful fingers and pulls it towards himself, trying to take it from KC.

Trash : "Tsk tsk...look at you. Fighting like little children. Both wanting a toy and willing to do anything and everything for it..."

The crowd, united this time, releases a rousing hail of boos directed at the Sanity Assassin. A sly smirk permeates his face as he slowly walks to the ring, footsteps echoing on the PA system.

Allyson : "Well, there's Trash, but I don't think either the innovation sensation or that dastardly lawyer noticed his arrival!"

Simon : "HOW RUDE! They deserve whatever they're going to get!"

Allyson : "I dont think Trash is going to have it as easy as he seems to expect it to be..."

Trash sifts through...well, the trash, laying outside the ring, pulling out a banana peel and lazily throwing it into the ring as the duo struggles. Before they could entertain Trash by comically slipping on the said peel, KC stops, pulling his attack back and John releases the hold on the belt, welcoming the breathing room. KC walks up to the ropes, tossing the banana peel aside, leaning over, looking at Trash who is standing outside the ring, inviting him in...

KC James : "Come on! You think you got balls, prove it!"

KC let's go of the ropes and turns around. John smiles as KC steps forwards, banana peel now suddenly underfoot and crashes on the mat.

Never turn your back on a lawyer!

Simon : "AHAHAHAHAHA! HE FELL HE FELL! DID YA SEE THAT ALLYSON? HE THOUGHT HE GOT RID OF THE BANANA PEEL BUT JOHN PUT IT BACK! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Allyson : *sigh* if only our audience was as easily amused as you are Simon...we might have better pay. For those who are not entertained by banana peels...let's see what Trash and John are about to get up to."

Trash finally climbs up the apron and slips over the ropes, facing John in the ring. John eyes him appreciatively, but John's glance dissolves in Trash's enigmatic countenance.

TBc




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