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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:15 am
Show open
Jarel vs Freakshow
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:34 pm
the opening chords of Down with the Sickness begin to play as the lights dim down.
Oh wah ah ah ah!
flames burst onto the stage and the Dragon steps out on the stage to an eruption of cheers.
"....making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 328 pounds, the Dragon, Jarel Drako Damone!"
Jarel begins to head to the ring, looking up as his old Dragon symbol is lowered to the ring. He stops at end of the ramp for a few seconds and looks out at the crowd, then steps up onto the apron and into the ring over the top rope. He looks over at his opponent before stepping in front of the symbol and raising his fist. Blue pyros rain down and light up the symbol behind him. The Dragon lowers his fist and the symbol rises back into the rafters. He turns and removes his coat, handing it to an official as the music dies out and the lights come back up.
Before the match, Jarel picks up a mic.
"Here I stand, at the opening of another EEW PPV, and I'm waiting for the next in a long list of victims. See, Freakshow and I, we've met once before. In this meeting, I dealt out some pain. This isn't surprising as I've been doing it for over 11 years now. On this last Burn, my sister announced that due to stipulations on her previous match, she would be sending Freakshow to Drown. Now apparently, Freakshow had a little problem with this. Like most of these younger guys around here, he thinks that Burn is centered around him. He thinks he's the guy you people pay to see."
Jarel looks towards the entrance.
"Frankly, I've seen a lot of guys come down that aisle, and I've seen some of them leave back that way and fade into obscurity. You have guys with little to no talent, like CwP, walk into a federation and assume that they are the star. They pull political moves, sell some idiot with a history of being concussed on the idea that they should be the top dog, a few hours later, they hold the top belt. That's all great, until he fell into obscurity. Said idiot with the history of being concussed, I personally injured him to rid EEW of his presence. I've been in the back and seen a lot of guys parade themselves out here, claiming they are the star of Burn. I've seen those same guys leave with a boot in their a**. I've seen the greats of the business, like Shadow, come in and dominate, breaking records in the length of their title reigns. I've seen those greats in the middle of the ring. I've been in the ring with guys that really are the top dog in any federation they wrestle, and then I come into contact with you, Freakshow."
crowd boos a little at the mention of Freakshow's name
"You are certainly not the top dog here. You, who has never held the top prize in this federation. Hell, have you held anything here? You dare to assume you are the star of Burn? Tell me, what have you done that makes you so sure of yourself? Oh, that's right, you attacked a woman. Unfortunately for you, that woman can fight back, and she did. But either way, the dishonor was apparent. You now have the undivided attention of the Dragon."
Jarel looks right into the camera
"Freakshow, tonight, I will reteach you a lesson you should already have learned. Don't piss of the Dragon. When you play with fire, you will get burned. Tonight, i'm going to give you a parting gift from the Burn roster. It's a grade-A a** kicking as a thank you to those of us that have paved the way so that you can stand in this ring and delude yourself with illusions of granduer. Tonight, I dispel the illusion, and I send you to drown as a beaten, battered, broken shell of a man."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 3:30 pm
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith  "And his opponent, from New York, New York, Weighing in at 205 pounds, Freakshow!" The opening drums to Sympathy for The Devil by The Rolling Stones hit the arena. Freakshow stepped out of the curtain, he was not dressed to compete. Clad in a sports coat, button up silk shirt. A cigarette was clenched between his teeth, creating a small billow of smoke that followed him as he began to saunter down the ramp. He was met with boo's as usual. It was going to be tough night, he didn't do so well in his previous and first match with Jarel... This time The Dragon was angry. He arrived at ring side, and motioned towards the referee, who pulled the ropes open for him. Freak walked up the ring steps, and entered through said ropes.. Once in the ring, he asked for then received a microphone.. He began to wait for the audience to calm down, naturally, it took awhile... Finally, he removed the cigarette from his mouth, and leaned into the mic. "Ehem.." He cleared his throat, the fans began to boo once again. Looking surpised at their reaction to the simplest of his actions, Freak leaned back up, and looked around at the fans.. He straightened his suit out and continued. "I'd like to have a moment of silence while I address my opponent tonight," The fans begin to boo even louder, he waited for then to quiet down before raising the mic back to his face.. "Some of our more perceptive members of the audience may have noticed that I am not dressed to wrestle tonight," His polite words contrasting his slimy voice, "And there is a very good reason for that," He turned to face Jarel. "Last week, I was transfered from my home show of several years, Burn, I didn't handle the news very well. One might say the I acted out of line, slapping Ms. Damone. Despite her use of unnecessary force in reaction, I realize that I was caught up in the moment, and shouldn't have acted that way," Freak said, sounding more business-like than usual. "For that, I apologize," The fans begin to jeer, not believing it for a second. Freak cleared his throat "For you see, with the occasional exception such as last week, I like to believe I am a man of rationale," Freak says with a hint of pride, "I try not to resort to primitive violence to resolve my conflicts... And as I stand here, I'd like to believe that you are such a man as well," He motioned towards Jarel, The fans begin to chant bullshit. "Before all this happened, I considered you an acquaintance, a distant friend, if you will," Freak continued, buttering up to Jarel, he hardly even knew him before their first match "And as you're friend," He paused to sniff, "I'd like to pull out of this match before either of us is seriously hurt. We don't need to solve this violently, we are both gentleman.." The fans began acting up again, "And if you could just... Accept my offering of peace, we can both head our different ways, all I ask for is for my gratitude to be returned by your sister, Janelle, as her attacks on me, both verbal and physical, caused a great deal of physical and mental stress, Thank You" And with that, he handed Jarel the microphone. Onlookers where shocked at the audacity of Freak. Not only trying to weasel his way out of the match, but also trying to get an apology out of Janelle... That was pushing it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:53 am
Jarel looks out at the crowd and smiles. The crowd cheers, because they know this isn't a happy smile. It's a warning. He doesn't raise the mic to speak, but goes to clothesline Freakshow's head off instead, leaving no doubt about his response to Freakshow's apology
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:07 pm
Freakshow didn't interpret the smile how the crowd did. He smiled as well, nodding his head in approval. So it came as a surprise to him when he was nearly decapitated with The Dragon's clothesline! He nearly landed on the back of his head, as he was spun into the air with the lariat. He hadn't even gotten a chance to put his cigarette down, it flew out of his fingers near the edge of the ring.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:13 pm
jarel isn't about to slow down now. He goes to pull Freakshow up by his hair and run towards the corner, then slam his head against the turnbuckle
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:19 pm
Before he could even register what he was hit by, he was grabbed by the hair and yanked to his feet. Then ran towards the corner with the assist from Jarel, to have his head bounced off of the top turnbuckle! He staggered backwards, hand to his forehead, before tripping on himself and falling unceremoniously to his back. The crowd was eating it up.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:23 pm
Jarel keeps going after him. with freakshow down, he goes to pull him up again, then plant his fist in his face
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:28 pm
Freakshow was dragged up once again. This time with less resistance. And as soon as he was up, he was dropped back down with a hard right to the face! He legs went out from under him and he dropped right to his back again!
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:31 pm
Jarel then goes to pull Freakshow up by the throat and toss him against the turnbuckle. from there, he would attempt to lay into freakshow with several right and left body shots
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:34 pm
"Gaaaah!" Freakshow gagged as he was grabbed by the throat and tossed into the corner turnbuckle! He managed to stay on his feet this time with the support of the ropes. In anticipation for more strikes, he brought his arms up to cover his head! But this time was pounded with shots to the body! He gasped for breath, his hands clenched around the ring ropes until he couldn't hang on anymore and slumped down into the corner.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:36 pm
the wrath of the Dragon is in full effect as he proceeds to attempt to stomp away at Freakshow while he's down in the corner and the fans are eating it up
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:40 pm
Freak was stomped into the corner, 300 plus pounds put into every boot. He flailed around trying and failing at protecting himself from the stomps. Eventually he gave up, turning over to his side to protect his head and torso and simply waiting for the stomping to end.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:44 pm
at this point, there's a referee pleading with Jarel to stop, which Jarel does, only to reach down and attempt to pull freakshow up again. This time, however, he goes to lift him up and sit him on the top turnbuckle, then hit a quick uppercut to the jaw to keep him there
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:47 pm
"********..." He slurred as he was dragged up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He gripped onto the ropes, in his dizzy state struggling to not take a spill to the outside of the ring. Just when he thought he had a short break, he was nailed with an uppercut to the jaw! His head snapped back and he nearly fell backwards from the top turnbuckle to the ringside area! The only thing that kept him up where his feet hooked around the middle ropes, and a loose grip on the top ropes.
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