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Post by The Outlaw on Nov 6, 2011 21:07:29 GMT -5
He was down, he was out, he had already lost his match and our beloved Sheriff was still unconscious and laying in the floor after being carted off to his office. Nervous and not sure what to do, his lovely and extremely hot Southern Belle assistant paced the floor over top of his lifeless body.
Trixy knew The Outlaw would surely fire her for issuing him medical attention, but perhaps she needed to call the poison control center. She got on her knees and did the only thing she could think of....Shook him violently and yelled for him to wake up....not even her Double D's shaking in his face through the process however was enough to snap Holiday back to reality.
Now at the end of her rope, her throat parched from screaming at him to wake up she makes her way to the office fridge hoping Aaron actually had some water instead of nothing but beer. As she opened the door she indeed found a bottle and sitting beside it was a mason jar with an attached note....
IN CASE OF EMERGENCY
It seemed like the perfect prayer in a desperate hour and she grabbed the unknown liquid and unscrewed the lid and brought it down to Aaron's nose...Within a moment or two he began to slowly stir...his fingers barely wiggling, his head starting to turn and oddly enough his mouth opened as if inviting her to pour to liquid down his throat. She obliged by his body language and poured about a shot into his mouth...instantly he sat up, his eyes wide, eyes full of anger and he grabbed the mason jar from her hand and took another drink and wiped his mouth....
[Holiday] "Kentucky Apple Pie Moonshine made from Scruffy in the hills of Highbridge...Tell me woman what the hell happened to make you open that?"
[Trixy] "John's nurse slipped something in your drink and you've been out since."
[Holiday] "Damn that slippery lawyer and his devilish nurse! Is the show over or do I still have time to confront him and finish what we started?"
[Trixy] "Well currently John and K.C. James are in the ring, Trash's music just hit....but you've got a memo from Sara Stone to meet her in the ring at the end of the show."
[Holiday] "To hell with Sara Stone, I'm kicking somebody's ass!"
Aaron took another gulp of the Moonshine and grabbed his infamous golden bat and headed out the door without so much as thanking Trixy....
RINGSIDE...
You can be me and I will be you
You can live just like a star
I'll take my sanity, you take the fame
I'm under and over it all
(I'm under and over it)
Five Finger Death Punch's Under & Over It Remix bitch slaps the P.A. System sending the masses off their asses, the crowd POPs like a cherry on prom night and the handicap section fill their Depends with excitement all while John looks to the ramp in disbelief. The lights never go out, but a gleam is seen shining from center stage, the gleam of Holiday's golden bat as he marches out like a warrior into the coliseum!
[Allyson] "I never count Aaron out of making a presence in the lime light but I thought he'd still be sleeping off whatever Andrea slipped him at the bar!"
[Simon] "Well he's awake and he doesn't look too happy judging by the bat in his hands!"
Aaron rushes the ring and all three men scramble out knowing what can and will come of being in range of Holiday and that damn baseball bat!
[Holiday] "COME ON!! If you son of a bitches want to fight so bad, lets do it!"
Holiday yells out, but before anyone can respond the lights dim signaling yet another interuption.....
TBC: Sara Stone....
OOC: I was asked to make this to set up something happening to REW so please allow Sara to continue this post.
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Post by The Messenjah on Nov 8, 2011 1:20:58 GMT -5
I come out on to the stage with a mic in my right hand I looked at the crowd and I am getting mixed reactions of boos and cheers I stand there soaking it up. I then start making my way down the ramp ignoring the hands of the fans and I walk up the steal steps I and I finally get in the ring I signal for my music to cut off..
Me: Hello there Mr. Holiday I got some news that I have to share with you and the rest of the REW universe but first before I get to that I have some stuff I want to get off my chest that you have done to me since you came back..
I walk around the ring before talking again..
Me: First I don't like how you are treating me like putting me into a match last week for my title and saying that I wasn't worthy of wearing the belt..Now you vacated the title and turned it into the Extreme title yea I didn't like that one bit.. Secondly how are you going to have Cloud come here and be your deputy without even talking to me you know I am your partner in this you can't just go making changes without me knowing..
Since I am half owner of the site I'm going to make some changes also like I am going to shut REW down until I think I'm ready to bring it back up..I bet your thinking how can I do that well you see I went to a higher power than both of us and I was told I could do it. What do you say about that Mr. Aaron?
I threw the mic over to Aaron looking at his surprise face and waiting to hear what he has to say..
TBC BY: Aaron right now then by anyone else after..
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Post by K.C. James on Nov 8, 2011 19:22:30 GMT -5
Fuck waiting - I have a mouth & I'm gonna use it.
K.C. James rolls back in under the bottom rope and doesn't hesitate in his steps as he walks up to 'The Phoenix' & rightfully steals the microphone straight from her hand.
James lifts it up and the fans go wild, ready to see just what 'The Innovation Sensation' has to say.
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Let me get this straight, Stone. Because your panties are in a twist, this place gets shut down?!? I'm sorry you come out to OUR ring and want to whine and expect us to stand back and listen to you??? Haha!
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I say fuck you to you! And this 'higher power'. K.C. James doesn't listen to Holiday, Stone, JMW, Raven,what the hell makes you think I'm going to listen to your 'man upstairs'!!! Sara Stone, I overturn your decision, because I CAN, and K.C. James isn't going annnnnnyyyyywwwhhhheeerrrreee!!!!!
James slams the microphone back into Sara's chest to an outrageous pop from the crowd!
To be continued..
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Post by The Outlaw on Nov 8, 2011 20:40:20 GMT -5
I took the time to set this up and after the tragic wait this is what becomes of it? Forgive me for playing by my own rules and character if you must.... [/i] [/color]
With the mic slammed into her chest Sara stumbles back a few feet as Aaron's right hand rips the mic away that was sure to have left a red mark on her chest and pulls it to his lips.....
[Holiday] "First of all, you're simply not GooD enough to have ever worn that belt! That belt was made famous by true champions, not hacks winning it on a no show and losing it week in and week out! I vacated that title because it was wrong and stupid of me to bring something as prestegious to this fed...and I replaced it with the former Ring Wars Extreme Championship as I was its last holder!"
Sara reaches for the mic wanting to retort and Holiday jerks it away from her exposing the back of his hand and its clear in his eyes he won't hesitate a single second to send it across Sara's face and knock the taste out of her mouth....
[Holiday] "Secondly you're mad that I didn't ask you about MY....again let me state MY...MY MY MY!!! MY Sheriff!?! That's like me asking you if I can take a shit, I'm a grown man and I don't ask anyone for any damn thing! But I do have to wonder why that makes you mad? Is it because you know you've been out classed by a man who on his worst day and you on your best can out perform you and it makes you feel outranked?"
Sara goes to reach for the mic but stops herself knowing full and well what may happen so instead she signals for a crew member to toss her one. They indeed do and as it flies through the air the sound of a large POP erupts across the P.A. system as Holiday hits it into the nose bleed section with his golden bat....
[Holiday] "To remind you of why I'm here, I'm here because that's what the people want...the people also want you to shut the hell up! Perhaps if you had a better reason for wanting to close this place I could agree with I'd tell you my shows over when we're done talking and the bar closes at 4am....But now you demand it from me, you threaten me with a "Higher Power" I agree with K.C. James and I'll tell you how it's going to go. You play the boss, you take that belt from John M White and when you fail to do that you try to remove us from this ring and this arena because tonight The Outlaw Saloon doesn't close and we don't go off the air because we're broadcasting live all night on REWonDemand.COM!"
Aaron tosses the mic to the outside of the ring where John Michael White picks it up....
[JMW] "And if you don't believe him I'd understand but I have to say I agree, and you can trust me I'm a lawyer!"
John tosses the mic to Trash who stares at it for a second halfway wishing he could have just blended in but brings it up anyways...
[Trash] "Sure, same thing goes for me...it's not like anyone wants to ever take the Trash out anyways."
She put herself in the lions den and now there's no way out...how oh how well Sara survive this one?
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Post by Cloud Strife on Nov 8, 2011 21:04:42 GMT -5
I have waited too long to speak already, so you brought this on yourself.
As trash lowers the mic the lights cut out and a light blue spotlight hits the entrance way. The Crowd erupts before "ReBirthing" by Skillet even beings to play.
I step into the spotlight and walk right out of it. The lights come back to full to show me already half way down the ramp, walking lightly, but quickly. Mic in my hand held down to my side. Reaching the ring I roll in and pop to my feet. The crowd screaming themselves hoarse quiets down to hear what I have to say. My music cuts and the mic rises to my lips as a sadistic smirk crosses my face.
Cloud:So you though that you would come out here and piss and moan a little bit about who Aaron wants helping him out with his regime? I understand you are used to moaning but we don't want to hear it in public, and frankly if you want to know what Aaron and I can do to someone when we team up ask KC over there. I am sure he still has some scars from the beating.
The look on James' face is contorted with rage and he steps forward making a motion like he is going to attack, but a white hand is held out to stop him. JMW who has reentered the ring is holding him back. White knows what Aaron is capable of when like this, and I am capable of the same. Sara looks as if she just got slapped in the face.
Cloud:As stated by the other men in the ring, but not is so such short of words. As for what you just said a few moments ago, let me respond like this. FUCK YOU! If you think we will all lie down because you don't have the brains to realize that you are obsolete, and not needed on the staff, and want to be a pissy little bitch about it you deserve the sharp end of my sword. You will not pull this off. We will not allow it, the fans will not allow it!
I lower the mic to deafening roars from the crowd. Smirk on my face daring her to say something stupid again.
Who will be the next to continue this?
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Post by johnmwhite on Nov 9, 2011 0:07:10 GMT -5
--Cloud stands there, smirking, soaking in the adulation of the audience who are thankful someone finally said what needed to be said - we're not going to take it any more. Back in the ring, JMW casually takes out a cigar, lights up, and blows some smoke. Metaphorical? Perhaps, but now he has something to say as he squats down in the centre of the ring, microphone in hand.-- John Michael White: You think you can close REW's doors at will, Miss Stone? You think you can shut us out in the cold, that all our hard work keeping this place afloat means nothing when you snap your fingers and pout your lips? I'm afraid, Miss Stone, that Cloud is right. You are obsolete. You are surplus to requirements. You are not pulling your weight. It is time the management structure of this place stopped operating like an inverted pyramid. We need the majority to be the workers again, the ringers and managers who work hard every night to make this place viable. We are the 99%. And until our demands are met, we will occupy the StarMaker Arena! Allyson: What demands? --JMW pulls out an iPhone and presses a few buttons, setting up the twitter feed for #OSA. Meanwhile, tensions continue to rise in the arena, as it appears what comprises most of the roster is going nowhere.-- TBC by ? |
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