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Stricken by Disturbed hits the PA as red lights flash and the crowd begins to cheer. Zarel Damone steps out onto the stage, standing and looking out at the crowd from under his shades.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Zarel Damone!"

Zarel begins to head to the ring, his expression unreadable. He steps up onto the apron and into the ring through the ropes, then walks over and takes the mic from the ring announcer. the lights return to normal and the crowd quiets down slowly.

"This past Sunday at Brimstone was a bit of a disappointment to me. Despite the fact that I dominated Harli in our title match, he managed to sneak away with the win."

the camera moves to the titantron, showing the end of the title match at Brimstone, with Zarel chokeslamming Harli from the ladder but harli managing to pull down the championship belt as he fell. the camera then comes back to Zarel.

"Harli was lucky, plain and simple. But Brimstone no longer matters. What matters is tonight. You see, there's a contract signing between Harli, the Undisputed champion, and Kid Omega, the rooftop match winner. In it, these two will decide what match they are fated to meet in at Wrestlemania. And as I stand here, I feel a different sort of emotion flow through me."

Zarel pauses.

"This isn't the ordinary anger. No, this is a rage I haven't felt in years. I have not felt like this since Cartwright turned his back on me and we had to meet in hell in a cell. This rage that I feel in me now, it needs an outlet. And since I can't get to Harli, that means someone else will feel the pain instead. You see Harli, what you've done is unleashed a monster. I'm not like some of these other guys that people like Michael Cole called a monster in WWE but were really just timid little punks that lasted all of a few months. I have beaten the very best in this business, from Cartwright to Kane to the Undertaker to my brother Jarel. And technically, Harli, I've got your number. If you step foot into my playground, you'd find yourself at a loss. You'd be bloodied, just like you were Sunday. You'd be a battered, broken shell of a man. But then again, maybe you already are."

Styles: Zarel has an issue with the Undisputed champion

Foley: Can't blame him. It was dumb luck that Harli won the championship last Sunday.

"After the toll I took out of you Sunday night, after beating you all over the ring, bashing you with chairs and stairs and busting you wide open, perhaps you'll be softened up for Kid Omega at Wrestlemania. I gave him one big target to aim for, right between your eyes. That chokeslam from the ladder probably has your rib cage screaming in pain. Not that you'll ever admit it. The Outback attack will of course act like he's the big bad champion, though the holes in his armor have been exposed. Which is fine with me. You can go around and act like you deserve to be champion, and maybe by some miracle you'll survive Kid Omega at Wrestlemania. However, as soon as Wrestlemania is over, after some poor deluded idiot has been tossed in my path and discarded, my sights will return to regaining what's mine. After Wrestlemania, Harli, you will feel the pain all over again. This time, on my terms. And if you still have the title, it will return home to where it truly belongs. And the Outback Attack can ride his a** off into the sunset right back to where he came from."

Zarel turns to leave the ring

(interruptions welcome, if you feel like it)

Zarel had stopped and stood in the middle of the ring as some guy he's never met comes out to confront him. He listens to everything Ken says, and at one point, gives a small, not so nice laugh. Finally, when Ken enters the ring, he raises his mic to speak

"You come out here and you run through the accomplishments of my twin brother and my little sister, but didn't you forget one? The youngest brother, Brandon? The guy that's been kicking your teeth down your throat frequently as of late? You forgot to mention that he's a three time XCW Cruiser champion, a two time world champion, and a multi time tag team champion. You see, by now I'm used to little punks like you that come into XCW and try to make a name at the expense of the Damones. So allow me to point out a few flaws here in your logic."

Zarel pauses

"You're the guy that for months on end has gotten his a** handed to him by Lita with the Cruiser title on the line. You came in and attacked her and my little sister to make your impact, and then you fizzled out. Sure, you got a win over my brother in a six man tag match. But one on one, you've failed to get it done. You've failed on several occasions to capture your first taste of XCW gold. And you come out here daring to insult me."

Zarel shakes his head.

"Nah, that don't fly here. You see, this is how it goes. I came into XCW and despite all my brother's efforts, I succeeded in everything I set out to do I held every major championship in the company, The Television, Intercontinental, Tag Team, and Undisputed championships. I was the first and clearly most dominate SEWF World champion as I beat the likes of Kane, the Undertaker, Shawn Michaels, Jarel, Rhamm and Robert Orman to keep it. You say my career pales in comparison to my twin brother's? No, he just has more mainstream appeal. I don't have his streak in a particular match type, and I don't have the number of world titles he has. So what? I can still hang with the best of them. I've seen the best, I've fought the best, and I've beaten the best this business has ever had to offer."

Zarel stops again as the fans cheer

"At the end of the day, I've accomplished far more here alone than you will ever accomplish. I've main evented Wrestlemania, I've won all the titles, beaten all the big names. Hell, I've done more in the past year than you've done since your debut on the wrestling scene a few years ago. So before you come out here talking about the shadows I'm supposedly in, how about you step yo' punk a** out of my shadow."

the crowd really cheers now as Zarel glares down at Ken

Styles: Wow, harsh words being exchanged here, and the fans are certainly on Zarel's side

Foley: Well, insulting a certain hall of famer this way isn't going to win you points with the crowd, but Ken doesn't care what they think. He just wants to make a name for himself

Zarel smirks.

"Then step up and prove it little man. You want my attention? You've got it. So let's take this to Wrestlemania. You and me, one on one, at the granddaddy of them all. XCW's biggest show of the year. Let's see if you can really prove your point."

the fans cheer as Ken accepts Zarel's challenge, but then boo as he bashes Zarel across the head with the mic. Zarel stumbles back, his hand going to his head

Zarel takes several rights before he reaches up and blocks, then goes to throw some big right hands of his own

Zarel ducks the clothesline and runs to the ropes. he rebounds back and attempts to take Ken's head off with a running boot to the face

the fans are on their feet as Zarel raises his fist, signalling an end to this fight. He then goes to pull Ken back to his feet and plant him with the D-Bomb