NExt week opener (JMW)

[Sung Ho]

Next weeks Wrath opens up with a luxury limousine pulling up to the REW arena. The drivers get out and open the door and JMW walks out wearing a suit, smiling, and shaking their hands as he walks to the arena.

Allyson : Theres the lawyer who shocked the world last week!

Simon : Thats right he said if Trash isnt gone by April 1st, REW will be shut down

Allyson : He looks like he has more in store for us as he arrives here in the first minutes of REW MONDAY NIGHT Wrath!

Simon : WAIT A MINUTE!


As JMW walls to the door suddenly someone jumps up behind him out from behind another car in the parking lot. A kendo stick smashes into JMW's face. JMWS driver runs to help but gets tossed over on the hood of the parked car. JMW gets up and runs at the mysterious attacker and pushes him into the car. But the mysterious attacker outpowers JMW who was weakened by the kendo stick shot and rolls out a pair of nunchuks slamming them into JMW's face.

JMW kicks Sung Ho in the midsection but Sung Ho bounces back and runs at JMW. He grabs his neck.

*~~~~!!!STUNNER!!!~~~~~*

JMW falls on the ground holding his face thats now bleeding.

The man walks into the light.

Allyson : SUNG HO! SUNG HO!


Simon : Sung Ho stunner!

Sung Ho pulls out a microphone and stares at the screen! He then speaks to JMW who is on the ground.

Sung Ho : JMW last week you got involved in my business. You came out in my match. You demanded things that you dont deserve. You want to shut down the REW? I say we shut down you first. Dont worry about Trash having the REW world title. Because soon I will beat Trash for it. But what you have to worry about is the Krazy Korean Assassin KICKING YOUR ASS out of here!

The REW crowds in the arena cheer. Sung Ho throws the mic at JMW who just barely starts to move and Sung Ho walks off.





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[johnmwhite]

--This was getting... familiar. John Michael White lay on his front, in pain and seething, not for the first time in recent weeks. Some young pup had disrespected him, again, and brought the blunt enthusiasm of youth to bear against his scalp. But of course, once more this pup had not been in the wolf's den. In the ring, an actual wrestling ring, John Michael White was unparalleled. His recent humiliations had come in a hardware store. He had lost his title in an office! Though you could argue an office would be like a second home to a man such as himself, he had been... distracted. Not that it was an excuse; that Trash won the game of chess was as much a legitimate victory as a pinfall on canvas. But enough internal reflection - there is a microphone on the ground, and John Michael White drags himself across the concrete to seize it. Once more, he has something to say to the retreating back of Sung Ho.--

John Michael White: I admire your gumption if nothing else, Chung Li. You certainly are willing to take the fight to people, no matter their power or reputation. But I would remind you to remember your... background, and use your brain. You just tweaked the tiger's tail. You cannot shut me down, no one ever has. So now what do you think will happen? Perhaps I will devise an elaborate scheme to raise your hopes then crush your spirit. Maybe I will perpetrate some heinous act of violence upon you, getting away with it because it's all part of the show. Or maybe I will simply call Immigration and have them deliver you to the new Korean regime. Rest assured, I am a lawyer who collects on owed debts. By the end of tonight, you will understand why this show is called Wrath.

And for the record, I'd stop wasting your precious time beating up an old cripple whose time has passed and start concentrating on the future. Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. There may not be many Wraths left.

--JMW drops the microphone and grips his cane. He hauls himself upright, shrugging off the belated offers of help from REW staffers as they wander around the parking lot like headless chickens. With his limp a little more pronounced, with a hand to his stricken face, JMW heads into the building as Wrath gets underway.--

TBC by ?

[Sung Ho]

Sung Ho's music hits and the Krazy Kalifornia native steps out on the ramp. The crowd cheer and chants "Ho! Ho! Ho!" as Sung Ho walks down to the ring.

Allyson : Is it just me or is too early to chant for Santa?

Simon : Get out of here Allyson, you are not funny.


Sung Ho walks between the ropes and grabs a mic.

Sung Ho : REW! I am taking you by the balls! This show is starting and I am even booking the first match cuz our commish is too busy talking about who his poppa was to run this fed!

For my first match I am challenging either one of these two scum bags to come out here. John or Trash, either one of you, get your ass out here so I can give you a demonstration on why martial arts are superior to wrestling!


Sung Ho stands waiting.


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[johnmwhite]

Allyson: Ask and ye shall receive.

Simon: Hey, if you like scripture so much, why don't you obey it and keep your mouth shut?

--Sung Ho did not have to stand waiting for long. He is plunged into blackness as the theme of the Extreme Champion blares around the arena. The crowd erupt, and their screams grow all the louder as they spot a figure in the spotlight, a thin man all alone in the night. John Michael White raises his head and starts his march down the ramp, leaning on his cane but making progress nonetheless. His cold blue eyes are fixed on the ring, where Sung Ho appears and vanishes in the flicker of flashbulbs.--

Allyson: Well it looks like we have our first match here at Wrath, despite having no one of power backstage. I don't know what's going to happen here tonight, but it looks like somebody is willing to seize the day.

Simon: Sung Ho better rethink what he's seizing if you ask me; he's just grabbed the tail of a snake.

--John Michael White's pace is slow, deliberate, but not laboured. He is soon on the apron and ducks between the ropes, raising his cane in defence as the martial arts expert makes a lunge for him. Sung Ho wisely backs off, waiting for the Extreme Champion to slip off his purple sports coat and remove his title.--

Allyson: Well we knew it wouldn't be long before the lawyer had his hands on some gold again, but the way things went down against KC James, one has to wonder if the former champion won't be looking to get his property back.

Simon: Everybody's gunning for JMW, it's nothing new. But why isn't anyone trying to take out Trash? We haven't long before we're all out of a job!

--JMW buffs his new title, checking his reflection in its polished surface. He turns the belt toward Sung Ho, smiling that devilish smile of his, and points to the gold.--

John Michael White: This is what success looks like, Bung Hole. You want a closer look?

--Before Ho can answer, JMW thrusts the gold and leather right into his face. Sung Ho hits the canvas, and JMW starts lashing away at him with his cane.--

Allyson: Holy crap!

Simon: Yikes, I don't think I have seen such unrestrained aggression from the lawyer in a long, long time.

--A referee hits the ring and tries to pull JMW back, but the lawyer just shrugs out of his grip, snarling.--

John Michael White: The senior staff are all gone. There's no one to legitimise the rules. As far as I'm concerned, anything goes.

--JMW turns back and gets a palm-strike right in the circumcision scar. He doubles over, staggering over to the ropes, while Sung Ho grips his own bleeding face and groans after the assault. The two glare darkly at one another across the ring, and it looks like there may be only one way this ends.--

TBC by ?

[Trash]

As the anticipation mounts, the two adversaries looking to rip into one another, the arena plunges into darkness and across the speakers blasts a familiar tune.



The music fades, the lights slowly glow brighter and now it’s the REW World champion who stands on that hallowed stage. The title flickers on his slowly healing shoulder and a microphone gleams in his pale hands.

“Why, look at the time! Just about the time for Johnny to show up, make another little statement, another flirt for attention.
Well John, I’m sorry to interrupt the party. I’m sorry John, I’m sorry that you have to try to shut down the fed.

But I understand. I understand that you want to get rid of me. Not because, mind you, I beat you at your own game. Not because I took the title that means oh so much at you. Not because I have climbed to the top of your favorite ride at your playground.

No. You want to black me out. You want to censor me. Either by costing me my job here...or by shutting the place down, the message will remain unspoken.

I do not surrender so easily John.

I have had a team of most erudite lawyers carefully examine the contract that transferred power over to Sirius, gave a multitude of shots to that overweight mental midget, and, put in place your outlandish stipulation. This team of highly competent and talented lawyers have looked through the contract, and have discovered...

Trash pauses. The arena falls to silence, eager to hear more.

John fidgets, trying to recall any potential pitfalls or mistakes he could have made while distracted by Ting Li. The sanity assassins smiles, takes a deep breath...

Trash : They discovered an absolutely perfect piece of legal genius. Not a single pitfall, not a single loophole, nothing that could in any way nullify the execution of it's terms. Hell, not even Draven Creamonass could've altered it's contents!

The crowd cheers, eager to see Trash leave.

Trash : "You're right John, you put a target on my back. But I am not the kind of man who is easy prey. Notice how little activity we've seen from our mainstays lately...they don't want to take your bait, John. They don't want to risk stepping into the ring with me and meeting your fate.

You've already killed the fed, and here you stand, wanting to deliver the final blow. Because that man right there, um..."

Trash pauses, furrowing his brow. John finally gets a word in.

John : "Jing Ro?"

Trash nods and John yields.

Trash : "Thank you, yes. He is the last hope of this company! He is here and he is ready to fight, even though we don't even have a single authority figure in the building or a single match booked! That's why, I'm taking charge.

As champion, I uphold the life of this fed, and am scheduling a match for tonight. Later tonight, it's going to be you John, stepping into the ring against me...in a TAG TEAM match! Your partner John, will be that man right there, Sung Ho!

My partner...anybody who wants to show will be my partner!

And considering the activity in this building, this may very well be to your advantage!
In the words of a very one dimensional man...'Holla' 'Holla'.

The music blasts again and the REW champion dissapears backstage.

John and Ho look at one another.

A tag match?

Dunno.

TBC.