NoC Rp #1: Bloody Road to Coronation ..::Finale::..

[Holiday/Morningstar]

Seconds after the final pinfall count in the Tommy Holiday vs Frostbite X-Crown Qualifier….

The moment he felt the other man’s weight shift off his shoulders and he crash neck first into the canvas, he knew the three count was in the bag. Quite honestly, the Highbridge slam would have sufficed. Not tonight, not in front of the thousands in attendance and the legion of diehard fans watching at home on their couches. He didn’t just want to beat Frostbite and move on to win the X-Crown championship at Night of Champions. He wanted to break him, to end his career and place a warning across the network that he wasn’t one to trifle with. He wasn’t one to speak hollow words to, for it’s mettle would be tested. And those who did flick their tongues with challenging words, had better have more than enough behind them to back it up. Or lose their tongues. XHF was full of snakes, and Tommy Holiday was coming in to mow the weeds down and take all of their heads off.

He took the cue of the ringing bell, and an arena full of hatred spewed at him to pull himself off of Frostbite. He remained on his knees looking over the older man as the referee pulled his arm up in victory. He head bent awkward, although not in a position to make one fear a break or severe injury. His chest still heaved with breath, but his eyes were closed in a deep slumber. Blood had poured down one side of his face, from the very possibly fractured nose he had splattering across his face with a perfect punt kick. He followed the blood to the mat, trailing to a spot where he had used his face to mop the blood onto the mat and smiled.

The crowd, hated him. They really… really hated him. He couldn’t help but smile. He lays over and flops to his back, quickly rolling to the outside of the ring. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see from the large tron at the entrance that the live feed was being cut to a hype video to so the ringside could be prepared for the next segment. Quickly he pulls up the ring apron and reached underneath for something he had stashed before the show went live. In his hand he takes hold of what looks to be a white t-shirt and rolls back into the ring. With it still wadded up in his hands he bends down and wipes it back and forth on the blood causing it to smear on the mat and the white t-shirt. Walking back over to the still fallen Frostbite he stands over him, looking down at him smiling. Speaking to him without a mic, so that only he Frost and the referee can hear the words.

Tommy Holiday: You should have ran. You should have stayed at your garbage fed. I told you what was gonna happen but your old pride walked you right into one hell of an ass whipping. But, you’re stupid. Probably stupid enough to want some sort of revenge. Well then, after you heal up. Pack you up a few more of you trash bag allies from S.W.A.T and make your way over to AXW. I’ll be waiting. But here, here is a parting gift for you. So if you are smart and never come at me again, you’ll at least have something to remember this occasion.

Holiday grabs the shirt with both hands and whips it out so that everyone can see it. Smeared in Frostbites blood the large words on the front can clearly be seen.

“I CUCK’D S.W.A.T at OVERHEATED”
With a chorus of boos berating him he then gently lays it over the fallen Frostbite, covering his face and chest like a metaphoric white sheet. Holding a middle finger up to the crowd Holiday makes his exit of the ring and ringside, a huge shit eating grin spread across his face.

A couple hours later after the show….

The scene opens up with a stationary camera set high above a small group of people numbering at possibly twenty to twenty five. Each talking amongst themselves or on cell phones, a few notepads can be seen in the hands of a few of them. At the forefront of the large group is a small stage, elevated a foot or two off the floor backed with a large banner with the XHF Overheated logo and the XHF Network logo checkers over it. A few seconds pass and there is a small commotion off to the right as a few unnamed XHF officials walk around a corner along side the representative of AXW in the battle for the X-Crown title at Night of Champions, Tommy Holiday.

He approaches the stage dressed in his best. A pair of tattered up jeans, boots and no shirt. With a loud thud he hops onto the stage and stands dead center, holding his hands out to his side with a very unamused look on his face.

Tommy Holiday: So, let get this shit over with so I can return to celebrating. Okay?

A small comotion fills the crowd of onlookers while one extends a hand up and begins talking above all of them.

Reporter: Tommy, it only seems like yesterday that you broke into the scene on the XHF network. Attacking both Xander Carrion and Vincent Draven. And now you are moving on to Night of Champions after a hard fought battle against Frostbite for a chance to win the X-Crown championship. What do you credit this fast rise too?

Tommy’s face contorts to a semi confused expression.

Tommy Holiday: Is that what you would call it? A hard fought battle? I would call that barely a warm up. Like I said before the match ever happened. Frostbite is nothing, he’s washed up. I almost feel bad for the beating I gave him… almost. But I credit my success to myself, I am a badass through and through. I will take any means necessary to gain my victory, that’s kind of why AXW sent me here. They know I have more than what it takes, so not only will I bring the X-Crown title back to them… I'll make an example out of all the other representatives.

Another reporter speaks up, Tommy turns to face them.

Reporter #2: Speaking of your victory over Frostbite tonight, many say that it may not have happened had you not hit him with multiple low blows like you had… do you…

Tommy cuts him off.

Tommy Holiday: Many say? Who is many?

Reporter #2: Well I…

Tommy Holiday: Well you? Yeah, you are many. Right. Listen, I know this may be a concept that is very foreign to you. But I won, plain and simple. Some of us have the mindset and ability to take whatever course they need to get to the finish line before the rest of you. That’s why I am up here, making as much in a month as you probably do in a year writing your little Pro Wrasslin’ blog. I know success, I know victory. Would I have beaten Frostbite had I not stomped his balls into his throat? Without a doubt. But all this honor garbage the lot of you expect is fucking boring, and quite frankly my methods create much much more pain. Quote me on this, If Frostbite wants a rematch after I win this X-Crown… get him some friends and ship over to AXW...i’ll take them all on.

A woman speaks up in the crowd, Tommy turns and takes a look at her and smiles.

Female Reporter: Tommy, your father is Legendarily Violent. He also co-trained you with the Ultra-Violent Icon Tommy Sirius. Going into such a chaotic match like the Tower Match, who many have nearly died competing in, do you feel the weight of your father and Tommy’s legacy on your back?

Tommy chuckles a bit, pointing at the woman and looking around the crowd of reporters.

Tommy Holiday: See, now that’s a fucking question. Say Doll, what’s your name?

Female Reporter: it’s Lydia.

Tommy Holiday: Say Lydia, would you like to feel my weight on your back?

Lydia stutters her words for a second, Tommy chuckles and waves a hand at that.

Tommy Holiday: You don’t have to answer that right now. Hit me up after this and we can talk. But do I feel that legacy? Fuck yeah. I have felt that legacy since the beginning. Those are some big bloody boots to fill, but guess what. I have some big fucking feet. When I was a child I would sit front row while my father and Tommy would rip literal flesh from one another. I watched them leave buckets of blood and body parts in every major city in the world. I watched and learned that mentality, that cerebral fortitude. A lot of people out here think that the key thing needed be a legend in such a violent style is either a high pain tolerance or fucked nervous system. They’re wrong, it’s all about what is up here…

Tommy points to his head.

Tommy Holiday: And down here. *points to his crotch, taking a second to wink at Lydia* I was raised in this, I am born for this. There isn’t a competitor that is going to step into that cage with me, that this will come more natural too.

Reporter #4: You have quite a line up of competitors Tommy. Nausicaa Suzuki, Zolothack, the monster Subject #42 and the Current X-Crown Champion Seth Dillinger. The stipulations aside, this is going to prove to be a very difficult match to overcome. A lot of talented and brutal competitors to go toe to toe with. You’ve had two matches under your belt since joining the XHF Networks, how do you think you will fair against these odds?

The humor from earlier leaves Tommy’s face, his expression growing more stern.

Tommy Holiday: Yeah… I have had two matches since being in the XHF Network. What was the outcome of those two matches? Huh? I won them. Now sure, I won’t go on to say that Seth Dillinger is at the same level like a jobber that is Frostbite. I won’t go on to say that Subject #42 will be as easily beaten as Vincent Draven. I won’t walk in here and underestimate Suzuki or Zolothack because of what they don’t have between them thighs. All of them have proved, earned this spot in the match. My odds in winning? Great. I am the wildcard walking into this match, I have hours of video of Dillinger to study. It isn’t hard to figure out a being so one dimensional like Subject #42 and the women, I will break them just like I have every person that has stepped in the ring with me. It will be a much harder battle then I have fought since joining the Network yes, but it still won’t be a battle that I can’t win. Let me repeat myself, I am born for this shit. I live for this. My opponents are good, they’re mean, they’re violent. But those abilities were learned for them, mine were bred in.

Reporter #5: Let’s say that you do come out victorious and win the X-Crown title, where do you go from there?

Tommy Holiday: You’re speaking in hypotheticals. This isn’t hypothetical, it’s factual. I will walk into that Tower Match. I will paint that ring and that cell with their blood and mine. I will climb those cells and I will be the one that makes his way through the roof hatch. Stretchers will be carrying them out and “Number 7” by Tom MacDonald will be what ends that show. Then, after I have taken me a good shower I’ll board a plane and head back home for a few days . Show that pretty belt off to my Kin-folk before making my way back to AXW. From there, I’ll smack Vincent Draven around some more and rub the X-Crown in his face before turning my sights on whoever walks out of Night of Champions the AXW Undisputed Champion. I can’t let the X-Crown get lonely on my waist, gotta pair that gold up.

A man off to the front of the stage waves his hand past his neck calling for the end of questions.

Tommy Holiday: But before I end this, zoom your cameras in real well. I want Zolothack, Suzuki, Dillinger and who ever Subject #42’s handler is to hear this. I am Tommy Fucking Holiday… I am the Outlaw. I am the next XHF X-Crown Champion. So on July 28th make sure you spend time with your loved ones, pull out your little photo albums and fill your mind with all the nice memories you have. Make sure you got a nice little nest egg in your bank accounts. Because on July 29th… your lives will be changed forever. And you can blame it all on the Outlaw.

With that Tommy turns and hops off the small stage, making his way around the corner and out of sight….