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[The Outlaw]

These events unfold as the same events between Sung Ho, John Michael White and Trash take place.

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Gold lettering on the glass of the office door read Aaron Sirius, the room was locked, the lights were on and many could only assume the feds commissioner was inside and not to be bothered. However several floors above in the penthouse suite sitting atop the golden towers hotel Sirius sat in a tall backed leather chair. Across from him in an old and infamous La-Z-Boy recliner sat his God Father, The Icon known to the wrestling world as many things but Aaron Holiday most of all.

For minutes they sat in silence, Aaron James sat as still as a rock not daring to move a muscle as Holiday merely glared at him choosing his words carefully before letting them roll of his tongue. The tension in the air was thick but at last the raspy and gravely voice of Holiday broke the silence.

[Holiday] "So you decided to take a gamble and sign my shares of the company over to yourself?"

Sirius slumped down a little bit and stared at the floor as he responded.

[Sirius] "Well I thought you were retiring and..."

Cutting him off...

[Holiday] "You thought? You thought I was retiring...No Aaron you didn't think! If you would have really thought about it you would have known that I ALWAYS come back, even if it's not in the ring! Do you know why I'm employed as a member of this feds staff though I never attend board meetings or do anything? Do you know WHY I had a share in the company?"

[Sirius] "Because you wanted power and control?"

A smirk instantly appeared on Holidays face...

[Holiday] "No, that's the reason why you signed them over to yourself! Believe it or not I'm what Scotty Raven would call the "Just In Case" clause. I'm the complete unbalanced thing that balances out the system when it goes down the shitter. Say for example someone got hurt, someone went power hungry...I step in and fix it and flaunt my ownership in the fed to do so. More so, I am the opposite of John, I'm the one that keeps him in his place as he keeps me in mine, but you gave him would I never would!"

Quickly and defensively Sirius retorts...

[Sirius] "All I have to do is get rid of Trash and...."

"AND WHAT?!?"....Holiday roared out.

[Holiday] "Try to do something you thought your father wanted to do and didn't or couldn't? Why would you agree to kill off a vet, one of the feds life lines? Trash doesn't care if he wins or loses matches, he doesn't care if you maul him week in or week out, it causes chaos, panic, disorder and that is what he cares about. Just the same as you picked him for a target the second he caught wind of it he picked you as well. The only way to make him go away is you have to go away, which is why I've arranged you a flight to go stay with your mother until the month of April while I sort this out."

Aaron James' face turned to stone and at last he looked Holiday in the eyes....

[Sirius] "I'm not going, I made this mess I'm going to clean it up."

[Holiday] "Well that's noble, dignified and all that fine crap but I wasn't asking or giving you an option. You sign the piece of paper laying on the table between us and you give me all of your power temporarily and then you get your ass on that plane boy!"
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Ringside
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"Whatcha gonna do when the sun don't shine
And the moon don't come up right on time
Whatcha gonna do when the storm won't break
And the whip won't crack
And the earth won't quake
Whatcha gonna do when the knife won't cut
The blood won't flow and ya mouth run dry
Whatcha gonna do when it crumbles in your hand
It's an eye for an eye when your high horse dies"

Jackyl's Locked & Loaded bitch smacks the P.A. system sending the masses off their asses as they recognize the first entrance music Holiday had upon coming to REW. The arena was plunged into darkness and a spotlight hit center stage illuminating Aaron Holiday and his newest tank top reading, My Moonshine Kicks Your Cocaine's Ass!"

From the back pocket of hit tattered jeans of course came none other than the infamous diamond plated steel microphone and like John, Aaron always had something to say.

[Holiday] "Ahem, I would first like to point your attention to the Jumbo-Tron above me where you will see that I am once again in charge....Secondly I would like to be the first to tell you John that I replaced your pawn, Aaron James, with a King that is myself in your game. No worries, we'll still play your game, you've just got a little more to deal with."

A small pop comes from the crowd....

[Holiday] "And as it has been brought to my attention, Trash you need a partner. I happen to be an expert in kicking both John and Sung Ho's ass as I've done the last two weeks!"

On camera but not heard you can see John mouth something about a technicality....

[Holiday] "So how about I get in the ring and help you fight the good fight...and together we can give John his third loss this year!"

The crowd gives a huge POP.

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OOC: Sorry I've been busy and didn't expect to be manager again. Figured the beginning of the week was a good time to start, this IS the card since this is the only people active. If you would like a match PM me. It started last week and ends Friday at Midnight board time and will be posted in the official card link later tonight as I have my busy schedule to maintain.

[johnmwhite]

--Here we could always set the scene, telling you about John's visceral reaction to the appearance of one Aaron Fuckin' Holiday. We could describe how his passive face belied a tempest that rippled beneath his pale skin. We could remark on how the tiniest twitch of his lip revealed how deeply wounded he was by the reminder that he had lost twice in 2012, more in the first two months of the year than he was used to in most solar cycles. It might be good colour and background for the viewer to know that John Michael White was clutching his fist in the sleeve of his purple sports coat, ready to beat the hell out of somebody, and uncharacteristically his body was ahead of his brain. But in the self-contained triumverate that was the REW Extreme Champion, one part always reacted first, and that was the lawyer's mouth.--

John Michael White: Here we go again. The best laid plans of mice and men are upended once more by the serpent. Seth and Scotty thought they had saved their federation, using my consistency to shore it up before Sirius and Phoenix conspired to usurp the one true king. Their reign was met with drought, the canvas a desert parched for blood and sweat, and in their zeal to get on the throne they left the kingdom's gates open. The weakness was exploited, the pathogen snuck into the body, and now it rots from within. So they have taken the bitter pill that is the Outlaw, knowing that it will take chaos to solve chaos, but no one truly knows what the result will be...

--Before John Michael White can elucidite further, Sung Ho hits him in the back of the head with a martial arts kick.--

Sung Ho: Do you ever shut up?

John Michael White: Not really.

--JMW slips across the canvas with a leg sweep, tripping his own tag partner. The pair rise, arms at the ready, glaring with mutual distrust. Though does anybody really ever trust a lawyer?--

Allyson: These guys are supposed to be partners! How will we even start this match if they keep laying into each other?

Simon: Well it looks like our new acting commissioner is heading down the aisle to try to sort it out. I guess Trash might as well get back out here, it looks like the action is not about to wait.

--Aaron Holiday rushes the last few feet down the aisle and dives under the ropes. In that instant he is prone, both Sung Ho and John Michael White come to a silent understanding and the Outlaw is met with boots to the head and shoulders.--

Allyson: Oh there's a surprise, a sneak attack on somebody who wasn't ready!

Simon: You can't say that, that's racist!

Allyson: What are you talking about? Lawyers aren't a race.

Simon: Oh, I thought you were talking about Sung Ho Pearl-Harb-- you know what, never mind. Holiday's battling to his feet, arising like the slumbering giant. Looks like this entire Wrath is going to be a war.

TBC by ?

[johnmwhite]

--Wrath is going to be a war. Unfortunately, it's not the Hundred Years War. It's not even the Vietnam War. It's the Anglo-Zanzibar war.--

Allyson: Holiday's turned Sung Ho around and is putting some boots to asses!

Simon: Tending worldwide.

Allyson: Oh shut up. We're a wrestling company, not TMZ.

--Concentrating on one guy at a time, Aaron Holiday manages to drive Sung Ho back against the ropes and push him part-way through, laying into the Asian Sensation with kicks to the ribs and legs. But he knows concentrating on one guy in a two-on-one environment is a mistake to begin with, and turning his back on the lawyer, moreso.--

Allyson: And JMW is creeping up silently like the slippery snake he is.

Simon: Do snakes really creep? They don't have legs.

--Sensing the presence of his most frequent foe, Aaron Holiday thrusts out a palm strike right where the lawyer's head ought to be. Unfortunately, his cold purple gloves occupy that space instead. JMW hauls Holiday down into the centre of the ring, snapping on the Angel-Wing Submission Hold.--

Allyson: And the lawyer strikes once more! Damn he's fast.

Simon: Holiday thought he had that scouted, but he thought wrong.

--There's nowhere to go. There's no-one coming to help. Aaron Holiday is flat on his belly in the very centre of the ring, agony shooting through his neck, head and shoulder, his face burning and contorting with the pain, the effort of the struggle, and the smothering, piercing fingers of the REW Extreme Champion. And Sung Ho simply prowls around the perimeter, ready to deflect any effort at rescue. If it would ever come...--

Allyson: Where's Trash already? Why is he leaving Holiday like this?

Simon: The crowd are chanting for him, but there's no sign, and I don't blame him. Trash is a marked man.

Allyson: You think abandoning his partner is going to win him any friends? This guy's isolating himself even more!

--With the crowd baying for blood, either from Holiday's pride or White's bald head, something's got to give. With no sign of Trash, and knowing that it's better to live to fight another day, Aaron Holiday grimaces with pain and distaste as he slaps his hand on the canvas.--

Simon: Wow, already?!

Allyson: This thing's over before it even got started!

--The bell rings. The lawyer's trap springs open. Aaron Holiday lies there, muscles searing where they may well be torn, hearing the roar at yet another defeat at those familiar hands.--

Katie Rain: Your winners, by submission... Sung Ho and John Michael White!!

--JMW backs up to the ropes, grinning from ear to ear. He looks Holiday in his bloodshot eyes, the cold blue ones sparkling in a way Holiday had not seen in quite some time. And JMW mouths something to his constant opponent, before ducking through the ropes and heading out the arena.--

John Michael White: I'm here, Trash isn't.

TBC by ?

[Sexpert]

As John descends from the ring and heads up the ramp, back to his lawyerly lair, the Raven Vision lights up. All the women in the audience immediately come to attention as the screen pans over the perfect abdominals of Sexpert who stands backstage. Sexpert is smiling ear to ear and a bead of sweat rolls down the smooth skin of his face.

Sexpert points down and the camera reveals to the world why The Assassin, Trash didn't make it to the ring tonight. The Assassin's body lays crumpled underneat the foot of Sexpert, Trash's face sprayed with some sort of kind of pink liquid, and a broken vase laying on the side.

Sexpert's voice then rolls out of the speakers, soothing the aching souls of the gentler sex present in the audience. Aaron Holiday looks up and John stops.


Sexpert : "Ladies and gentlemen, but mostly the ladies. I am here to save you from your boredom, I am here to save you from having to suffer watching these...these EYESORES rub against each other in the ring and into your retina.

It just so happens that I ran across the ugly eyesore you see here at my feet when walking backstage. Honestly, until but a few minutes ago, I didn't even know there was any kind of bounty on his head. Now, I intend to collect it.

Trash is one of the biggest eyesores this fed has ever seen. Ugh. Have you seen his hair? Highlights? Didn't that go out in...1992? And, Trash, the whole gothic look went out in 2000. I think the REW title deserves...better. And I will take it from you.

But first. First, I intend to make this match...palatable. John...I think you should walk back into that ring. Aaron, I am going to give you a chance to get a V in your wrestling record collumn...and as for Sung, well, I hope it doesn't come to me having to ... touch you. "




Sexpert jolts aside, in obvious disgust over Sung's out of shape body and pervading sweaty odor. At least Aaron Holiday has the courtesy of disinfecting himself through alcohol.

The sound of women moaning interrupts John as Sexpert walks through the corner, bumping straight into the legal mastermind. John throws a punch, but Sexpert, fresh off a vacation, easily dodges the wildly flying punch and slams John on the steel ramp with a powerslam.

The women ohh in delight, as Sexpert walks down to take his place as Holiday's new partner.