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 Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:42 pm
laying there on the mat, one who hasn't followed jarel in a decade and a half long career might think he's finished. That, however, is not the case. after long moments of being down, Jarel sits up again to the cheers of the crowd. The look on the Dragon's face is not one of defeat, but one of determination. It has been three long years since the Dragon last reigned at the top of any federation, and his first opportunity to do so since. He will not be denied this night. Carefully, he rises to his feet again, turning back to face his foe one more time
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:32 pm
Salem was standing, but the cold sweat across his brow said the rookie was running low on reserves, in desperate need to make a big impact if he were to stop this nightmare of a man. Rising up like he were a zombie, Jarel "The Dragon" Damone turned around slowly to face his youthful challenger, only for Salem to immediately try grabbing the veteran by the wrist for an Irish Whip right into the ropes!
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 12:14 pm
arm caught, Jarel seems to be bound for the ropes. Instead he reverses but plants his feet and attempts to pull Salem towards him, then catch him by the throat and go for a chokeslam
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 1:36 pm
Salem had intended to intercept Jarel on the rebound after throwing the veteran towards the ropes, but the hardcore legend's grip caught the rookie by surprise as Damone displayed his strength by seizing Salem by the throat and heaving him up high! A collective cry of shock rang out through the arena as it appeared Salem was about to be sent to Hell via Chokeslam, limply hanging from the clutch of the cruelest of contenders!
...But just as Jarel was about to drop the M.W. Deuce into the canvas, the Charismatic Calamity made a move to break the veteran's grip, hoping to free himself with a sudden strike to his opponent's supporting forearm! But that wasn't all - if he were successful, Salem would use the split second of opportunity to try lashing an arm around Jarel's neck before he fell too far, hoping to use the descent to drag The Dragon down into an immediate Instant Karma DDT!
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 2:05 pm
Jarel seems to have things going his way, only to be sent head first to the mat with a DDT. His head bounces off the mat and he lands on his back once again
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 2:17 pm
A thunderous book of cheers rang out as Salem sent Jarel jaw-first into the mat, narrowly managing to execute his signature Snap DDT in just the right moment! The audience was standing up, but now both men were flat on their back across the center of the canvas! This contest had been every bit as demanding as Salem expected, and more - but if there were any thoughts swimming inside the Freshman Phenom's mind right now, they certainly revolved around whether he could capitalize and cover the incapacitated contender! With one final effort of energy, the M.W. Deuce rolled to his side and draped an arm across The Dragon's chest!
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 2:41 pm
one...two...three!
Jarel gets his shoulder up a split second too late, somehow leaving him the loser after a dominating stint since the opening of BBW. The Dragon sits up again, displeasure clearly showing on his face as Salem is announced as the winner. Instead of standing, the Dragon rolls out of the ring and simply heads backstage, not acknowledging either Salem or the fans reaching out to him
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 2:49 pm
Jarel bucked his shoulder up, but it was a moment too late - though Salem hadn't been the bigger or the stronger man during this match, the resilient rookie managed to be the better man, if only for three seconds. Still, three seconds was all it took to turn a stadium full of people into a riotous mob, applauding and cheering for the two men who'd put on what was surely going to be the most talked about match of the evening. As Jarel collected himself and left, the ref would approach the shaky Salem, trying to find balance underneath his wobbly legs. Taking the young man by the arm, the official raised Croft's hand high to a resounding response, holding the exhausted victor up by his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:06 pm
"Hold it!"
A booming voice echoed through the field over the speakers, causing most of the fans to go silent. On the stage stood the General Manager, Matt Shanahan; unlike his appearance at the beginning of the night, he did not look in high spirits. In fact, he looked rather pissed. His usually slicked back hair was messy, and there was a large gash on his forehead that had just been stitched up mere minutes ago. His right hand held the microphone he had spoken into, while the left carried a black, velvet bag tightly in his grasp. When he began to march down the ramp, it was clear that there was a slight limp in his step.
The God of Punks wasted no time to climb into the ring and step into the squared circle, not bothering to acknowledge the fans at the moment. He brought himself to his full height near the center of the ring, just about a foot or two from the smaller Salem Croft. His eyes burned with a fierce anger, but the cause seemed to be unknown, "... I have to say, this night is going far from how I had planned. First, I had a rag-tag group of ******** knock my goddamn trailer over and effectively trap me for most of the evening. I hit my ********' head when they did it too, -clearly-. And now, the man who's dominated my second tournament... loses. The man who was best fit on this goddamn roster to hold this title... loses it, to you. Salem ********' Croft, one of the freshest ********' rookies around."
The crowd responded with audible jeers at Shanahan's words, though he showed no sign of being done, "I'm pretty sure you're not even the ********' replacement I booked for tonight. I don't even know if you have an official contract with this company! If you do, then either I was hammered, or Mindy's signing ******** behind my back! Either way!... either way..." Matt's voice trailed off as he eyed the victor of his main event over once more, sizing him up. Judging him, perhaps.
"... You had the balls to come out here, and take on Jarel Damone, a man that is renown for being one of the toughest ******** in the business. You -ruined- my tournament more so than it already was! If you had lost, I'd have your a** kicked out and -banned- from this company!... but you didn't, you won," Matt paused to stare at the Freshman Phenom for a long moment while sliding the microphone into his pocket. With his now free right hand, he reached into the velvet bag and pulled out what the fans and the roster had all been waiting to see: the BBW World Championship. He held it with his right hand, and pulled the microphone from his pocket with his left.
"... You won the match for the most prestigious belt in this company. Our world championship. Now, any other ********' booker would have your a** dragged out by security, and have the match redone on the next show. But... I'm not your normal booker," the General Manager halted to look around to the fans, no arrogant smirks on his face on this matter, "... you won it, you earned it. The moment you show that you don't deserve it, I'll have it ********' stripped from you and I'll hold another damn tournament," Matt threatened while holding the title out to Salem, offering the most coveted championship in his business to the man, "... congrats, kid."
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:27 pm
Perhaps intimidated by the aura of hostility radiating off of Matt, the referee took to turning tail as the GM of the BBW stepped into the ring, leaving Salem to stand there alone on already uncertain ground. Clutching his abdomen with one hand, the rookie tried to keep his knees from buckling underneath his own weight while he listened to Shanahan recount the night's missteps, struggling to keep attentive with the throbbing pain that crippled his nerves.
But as the God of Punks reached into his velvet sack and withdrew the gleaming glory of the BBW World Championship, the ache in his bones subsided...an almost magical effect Broughton by the sight of his own name emblazoned across the title's face. This was it. Everything Salem had hoped to achieve, to stand at the top of the mountain and say that he'd made it, to finally have his day in the sun as a champion of worldly caliber. Taking the hand he was using for support off his hip, the Freshman Phenom reached out and took the belt offered to him by Matt, almost instantly dragged down to his knees by the weight of it given his present exhaustion.
Still, as the fans roared like a bursting dam all around him, flooding the open arena with chants and cheers, the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" couldn't help but feel as though a weight had been lifted from him, instead - this was real. His time was now. And as the first-ever BBW World Champion stated into the plate of his first-ever world title...there were no words. Just the sweat-laden tears of triumph, and the silence of a man who'd finally quieted that ever-present voice that'd ate at him for a year...the voice of doubt. Though his legs felt like wet noodles, Salem forced his knees to straighten as the lad lifted his title high for the world to see, cradling his ribs and his reward to the tune of some very satisfied fans.
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