The lights of the arena went out as the crowd began to make a slight ruckus of confusion. It took a moment, but the lights did finally come back on. When it did, GBL was standing in the ring with some giant bag beside him as well as something else. Around the ring was a structure build like the Hell in the Cell. The difference was that this was made of the bulletproof glass and it wasn't as tall. The ceiling of the cube dome was about fifteen feet from the ring. All in all, it was close to a twenty foot tall structure. Holes with a diameter of three feet were placed in the cell for a sort of way to air out and bring air in. The ceiling of the cell even had barbed wire mixed with razor wire wrapped around these holes. Anything that would touch the ceiling would not feel at home. Probably would make a high flyer think twice before jumping. Along the walls, some weapons were also tied up to these holes. They were tied up with metal wire, though. These weapons were only on the south side of the cubed dome. This was indeed the Dreamless Cell.
"One can create many promotions for their match. They can say how they will kick the other's a** or how they will stop at nothing to win. They can tell you what moves they will use or how they will finish things once and for all. That isn't why I am here. I'm not here to state opinions of a match. I am here to state facts. This is the hell that I invented. No weak chains or metal to keep someone from getting out. This is the stuff that the FBI uses to make sure nothing gets to them. In the end of this match, neither of us will be the same. We are use to being cut open by steel and concussed by metal bars. That is nothing compared to this glass. There is no give at all," GBL spoke before letting out a soft laugh.
"One thing that really makes me curious is your new move, Jeddy-boy. E.D.C? Am I going to need emergency dental care after this move? Hm-hmm.. Go ahead and keep your move. I've had plenty of days to make out my own moves, new set-ups, and new destructive ways. What is your destiny, Jed? Will you suffer a kick in the neck? Will you be driven headfirst by the Eclipse Driver? Maybe I will show you how to really do a Cutter! Hell, the last time I used my Sit-out powerbomb move was when I took out my own.. dear.. brother. Perhaps I will use a Double Underhook Piledriver to snap your neck. I wonder if I could modify a Complete Shot in order to give you whiplash and a concussion all at once. In the end, I can say what I want, but it may not happen. Opinions are just that. Within this dreamless world I call home, it is my playground. I invite you within my home to play. When it is over," he stopped as he got in the bag and pulled out a barbed wire rope. He walked over to the turnbuckle and slid the end of the rope through one hole and pulled it back into the cage through another. He held into the end of this rope as he let out a laugh. He jumped down from the turnbuckle and to the outside of the ring, causing the rope to yank whatever it was in the bag and pulling out. A gasp would leave the audience as as Jed-looking body was pulled out of the bag and hung by this rope. He tied the rope to the bottom rope and looked to his hands. Blood was pouring from them as he looking around.
He got back into the ring and placed his hand over his heart, looking to the fake body. "I pledge allegiance to his death.. To pay back the mayhem I have suffered. And to the fans, in which he screwed.. One federation.. in hell.. to suffer nevermore... Will be brought back to the Eclipse.. Forevermore" he said before getting back out of the ring and drawing on the window with his bloodied hand. He wrote in his own blood, 'Are you ready?' before writing under that, 'You will be'. He let out a laugh before performing his cross taunt for a moment and licking his hand afterwards.
"One can create many promotions for their match. They can say how they will kick the other's a** or how they will stop at nothing to win. They can tell you what moves they will use or how they will finish things once and for all. That isn't why I am here. I'm not here to state opinions of a match. I am here to state facts. This is the hell that I invented. No weak chains or metal to keep someone from getting out. This is the stuff that the FBI uses to make sure nothing gets to them. In the end of this match, neither of us will be the same. We are use to being cut open by steel and concussed by metal bars. That is nothing compared to this glass. There is no give at all," GBL spoke before letting out a soft laugh.
"One thing that really makes me curious is your new move, Jeddy-boy. E.D.C? Am I going to need emergency dental care after this move? Hm-hmm.. Go ahead and keep your move. I've had plenty of days to make out my own moves, new set-ups, and new destructive ways. What is your destiny, Jed? Will you suffer a kick in the neck? Will you be driven headfirst by the Eclipse Driver? Maybe I will show you how to really do a Cutter! Hell, the last time I used my Sit-out powerbomb move was when I took out my own.. dear.. brother. Perhaps I will use a Double Underhook Piledriver to snap your neck. I wonder if I could modify a Complete Shot in order to give you whiplash and a concussion all at once. In the end, I can say what I want, but it may not happen. Opinions are just that. Within this dreamless world I call home, it is my playground. I invite you within my home to play. When it is over," he stopped as he got in the bag and pulled out a barbed wire rope. He walked over to the turnbuckle and slid the end of the rope through one hole and pulled it back into the cage through another. He held into the end of this rope as he let out a laugh. He jumped down from the turnbuckle and to the outside of the ring, causing the rope to yank whatever it was in the bag and pulling out. A gasp would leave the audience as as Jed-looking body was pulled out of the bag and hung by this rope. He tied the rope to the bottom rope and looked to his hands. Blood was pouring from them as he looking around.
He got back into the ring and placed his hand over his heart, looking to the fake body. "I pledge allegiance to his death.. To pay back the mayhem I have suffered. And to the fans, in which he screwed.. One federation.. in hell.. to suffer nevermore... Will be brought back to the Eclipse.. Forevermore" he said before getting back out of the ring and drawing on the window with his bloodied hand. He wrote in his own blood, 'Are you ready?' before writing under that, 'You will be'. He let out a laugh before performing his cross taunt for a moment and licking his hand afterwards.
