Post by Tommy Sirius on Nov 9, 2011 21:20:59 GMT -5
A cue, a rising, a stand. Finnaly, there has been a collective stand on REW grounds. Friends, enemies and strangers alike stand together, each staring down the harlot Sara Stone. Her by herself, no longer surrounded by her flesh-hounds drooling at her side. Though, in one swift action....in a few words...she has done the one thing many have tried and miserably failed at....brought Real Extreme Wrestling together. By accident or not, she finnaly has sewn the seed.
As the group stands there, there fists collectively at their sides; the fans in attendance and sitting behind their computer screens at home all rally. Sara, understanding the numbers against her...because to make her exit; backpedaling the whole way. The crowd is at a buzz, pumped up like they havn't been in a LONG time. Wondering if this perfect scenario of life was coming to an end, or just beginning.
"Blow me away" by Breaking Benjamin feat. Valora
Hits the PA system, the crowd roars again...not knowing nor really caring who was to step out from the curtains...all they knew was tonight...was an exciting one. Sara spins, awaiting another force against her to make his way to the ring...and as the curtains part...a look of horror spreads across her face.
His face...eyes and overall demeanor was so familiar, so frighting it was as if she stared at a ghost. And the REW Coalition that stood together ringside each share a similar look, only for a few moments. Aaron Holiday was the first to change his glance as the man he stared at was like a son to him, and well the son of his past friend. The music faded, and the mic rose to his lips.
"Wow, just wow. I only wish my father was here to see this. Finnaly, a collective stand to not only management, but to Sara Stone." Came the young, yet deep voice of one....Aaron James Sirius.
"You know, im just weeks away from my debue here...but when I saw this I had to come out here....not so much to take part...but to mark out to it. For so long my father stepped up as the bad guy, to rally each of you against him....to make a grand stand FOR REW. And now that he's gone...it finnaly happened. You could say it's a bit of a slap to the face that it's a stand against Sara of all people...but hell it's a stand and its a fucking start." AJ continued, staying at the top of the ramp.
"So Sara, Ill say this. Rather it be accidental....thank you." AJ said, a bit of surprise rippling through the crowd.
"Thank you for doing what my father could not, and pissing these guys off enough to finnaly stand united. But that is as far as my gratitude will reach, because when I do debue here...I plan on taking up....where my father left off......." AJ finished, dropping the mic.
He turned towards the REWTron looking up at the screen as the PA system opened up, though it wasn't the same tune as before. As AJ crossed his arms over his head and a green X started flashing on screen...."Cowboys from Hell"....to take a page out of a great friends book....bitch smacked the PA system.
All men ringside and woman, slowly turned to look at Aaron Holiday...who had the largest shit eating grin he could muster....plastered on his face.....
As the group stands there, there fists collectively at their sides; the fans in attendance and sitting behind their computer screens at home all rally. Sara, understanding the numbers against her...because to make her exit; backpedaling the whole way. The crowd is at a buzz, pumped up like they havn't been in a LONG time. Wondering if this perfect scenario of life was coming to an end, or just beginning.
"Blow me away" by Breaking Benjamin feat. Valora
Hits the PA system, the crowd roars again...not knowing nor really caring who was to step out from the curtains...all they knew was tonight...was an exciting one. Sara spins, awaiting another force against her to make his way to the ring...and as the curtains part...a look of horror spreads across her face.
His face...eyes and overall demeanor was so familiar, so frighting it was as if she stared at a ghost. And the REW Coalition that stood together ringside each share a similar look, only for a few moments. Aaron Holiday was the first to change his glance as the man he stared at was like a son to him, and well the son of his past friend. The music faded, and the mic rose to his lips.
"Wow, just wow. I only wish my father was here to see this. Finnaly, a collective stand to not only management, but to Sara Stone." Came the young, yet deep voice of one....Aaron James Sirius.
"You know, im just weeks away from my debue here...but when I saw this I had to come out here....not so much to take part...but to mark out to it. For so long my father stepped up as the bad guy, to rally each of you against him....to make a grand stand FOR REW. And now that he's gone...it finnaly happened. You could say it's a bit of a slap to the face that it's a stand against Sara of all people...but hell it's a stand and its a fucking start." AJ continued, staying at the top of the ramp.
"So Sara, Ill say this. Rather it be accidental....thank you." AJ said, a bit of surprise rippling through the crowd.
"Thank you for doing what my father could not, and pissing these guys off enough to finnaly stand united. But that is as far as my gratitude will reach, because when I do debue here...I plan on taking up....where my father left off......." AJ finished, dropping the mic.
He turned towards the REWTron looking up at the screen as the PA system opened up, though it wasn't the same tune as before. As AJ crossed his arms over his head and a green X started flashing on screen...."Cowboys from Hell"....to take a page out of a great friends book....bitch smacked the PA system.
All men ringside and woman, slowly turned to look at Aaron Holiday...who had the largest shit eating grin he could muster....plastered on his face.....
