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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:18 pm
The opening chords to Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hits as the lights dim down and the silver Dragon symbol is lowered to the ring.
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Flames burst up on the stage before the Dragon emerges, the title belt around his waist under his coat. The fans erupt in cheers as he heads for the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the WWFG Undisputed champion, Jarel Damone!"
Jarel steps up onto the apron and into the ring over the top rope, then stands in front of the symbol. He raises his fist and the symbol lights up in blue pyro, then slowly raises into the rafters as he takes up a mic and the music dies out.
"This past Sunday, we had a pay per view known as Place Your Bets. If you betted on the Dragon coming out with the gold still around his waist, you bet correctly."
he pauses as the crowd cheered.
"If, however, you bet on Donny being the number one contender for my title at Wrestlemania, you lost your bet. Donny was defeated in the fatal four way that in the end was won by Nuke Fusion."
some boos begin to ring out.
"Now honestly Nuke Fusion has surprised me. I thought for sure the righteousness of Donny would propel him to the highest of heights and allow him to retain his title match on the biggest stage of them all. I thought for sure he would use all the frustration at being called an underdog to keep his position as number one contender. But in the end, I was wrong as it was the experience and vile nature of Nuke Fusion that allowed him to grasp the heighest opportunity. For which he should be proud."
the crowd boos louder.
"Now now, he should be proud that he gets to main event Wrestlemania. He gets to step into the ring with the one true dominant force in WWFG. He gets to experience the sickness firsthand."
the crowd cheers again
"Because Nuke is not plagued by the sickness, I will explain it for him. The sickness is a condition in which one feels compelled to destroy anything and everything that pisses them off, bothers them, or just gets in their way. It is a condition that is untreatable, it is not able to be held back or controlled. The consequences of this sickness are simply over a decade of violence, mayhem, destruction, and pure dominance. What this means for Nuke Fusion is he just signed on for the worst night of his life at Wreslemania."
again Jarel is interrupted by cheers.
"What this means is that Wrestlemania will be a night of revelations for you. The sickness will spread into you. But the results of those that are unable to handle it is that you realize the limits of your own being, your own self worth. When I grab you by your pencil neck for that last time, and you look into the eyes of the Dragon, you will begin to re-evaluate your life, your career, and the true depths of your own soul. As I lift you up eight feet into the air, you will see all the highlights of your life. As you begin your descent to the mat, you will see all the failed opportunities, all the wrongs you have committed, all the things you wish you could change. And as you crash to the mat for that last time, and the ref counts to three, you will realize your failings as a wrestler, an entertainer, and a man. As you look up into the lights, standing over you with the WWFG Undisputed championship in hand will be the Dragon, still the dominant force and the entity that made you peer into the depths of your soul. Still the champion, while you will begin the slowfall into the depths of despair."
Jarel pauses once again and looks out into the crowd.
"Standing out in the crowd, all these fans will rise to their feet as another warrior falls in flames at the feet of the Dragon, as you begin to wonder is it worth it to continue after the beating you've received. As you question if you're really as good as all the hype was, as you question if you're as good as you thought you were, I will stand before you as a Dragon should, judging you to be unworthy of being in my presence. In my eyes you may see condemnation for any wrong you have done, you may see disdain at your failed effort. One thing is for sure, you will see that I cannot be stopped by any mere mortal man with a hope. It takes a strength not even a 'god' possesses to topple me on the highest stage of all sports entertainment, with the top prize in the world on the line. You will see for yourself at Wrestlemania that you are not a warrior. You are merely an unworthy peasant swept away in the path of destruction of the Dragon."
Jarel lowers the mic
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 11:15 am
As Jarel finishes his last sentence, he stood quiet for a moment or two, which would allow himself to bask in the glory of thousands of fans cheering his speech on. But that's when the trumpets hit the PA system, as the house lights were replaced by strobe lighting, and a malevolent trumpet blasted around the arena.
As 'Propane Nightmares' took to the air, a shadow emerged on the ramp, as a green spotlight flickered to life in the centre of the ring. It seemed to beckon the figure, as the strobe lighting kept the identity of this man 'secret'; that is to say, if the WWFG Universe hadn't already gathered from the more than subtle hints, who this man coming to the ring was.
Making his way down the ramp at a slow pace, looking out at the fans on either side of him, he finally reached the bottom where the squared circle stood in front of him once more. Slowly sliding in under the bottom rope, his head shot forward towards Jarel, as the emerald lighting illuminated the man; revealing himself as the new #1 contender, 'The Prodigy' Nuke Fusion. Rolling to the side and bringing himself to his feet, he backed in to a corner, seemingly surveying the World Champion, a Superstar that many others had faced and fallen.
But they were weak.
For too many years, Nuke had stayed in the shadows. Too many times had he let others pass by him, just watching and waiting for his turn. His time was soon to come, that much was for sure.
As his music died out, a shadow was seemingly cast out around the arena, as the jeering became louder. The house lights tried to kick back in, but were beaten back, as the entire arena went pitch black except for the green spotlight illuminating the ring.
Taking a step forward and reaching in to his back pocket, 'The Prodigy' revealed a microphone. Keeping it by his side, his eyes never faltering from the Champion in front of him, he took another step; this time, to the side, where he stood in line with Jarel.
This time, however, he slowly raised the microphone to his lips.
"Men have come forth in front of you. Those same men have fallen, their fate already sealed by the fear that dwells within."
It was if these two men were in a deadly trance, as their eyes never left the other's; it could have been due to awaiting a suprise attack, or perhaps just the sheer concentration that these two men possessed.
"But where those men have faltered at the task that was laid upon them, I will not."
The crowd gave off a jeer, as Nuke took in the atmosphere, revelling in the hatred of the Universe.
"These people love you. They look at you, and they see their Champion. They look up to you, and they feel safe.
But we both know that you're still just a mere mortal, and you can still be beaten. So when I break you at WrestleMania .. When I make you bleed .. When I lay your body down in the middle of the ring .."
A vast chorus of jeers hit those last words in particular, but the crowd still couldn't be seen through the darkness. So Nuke continued, not able to pinpoint any one in particular to bad mouth.
"We have yet to meet inside the ring, Jarel. Which many have been quoted as saying will give me a disadvantage, especially at such a big event as WrestleMania.
But the same applies to you.
The biggest challenges you've come up against are from those who have been weak, and had to use underhanded tactics to win. But last week, I took out three of the top Superstars in the business with just one move; the Fusion Cutter."
A quick reel of highlights on the titantron showed Nuke taking out Donny, Xavier Cross and Mr. X, before showing the The Prodigy standing tall with his arm raised, as the new #1 contender.
"It's been too long since I've sat back and watched as countless others have fallen at your feet.
I will not falter.
I will not fade away.
I will ******** you up."
Nuke brought the microphone down to his side slowly, the crowd throwing up a massive jeer, as both they and Fusion awaited Jarel's response.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 11:44 am
Jarel raises the mic to speak
"I expected better from you. While the Fusion Cutter made some difference, did you forget how you actually won it? It was not the Fusion Cutter that you used to defeat Xavier Cross. It was brass knuckles from Mr. X that gave you the win."
the crowd boos the actions of Nuke for a few seconds
"Now, lets examine some more facts. True enough, you and I have never faced off. But you have had encounters with the Damone family before, have you not?"
Jarel looks directly into Nuke's eyes.
"Twice now, you have faced my younger brother, Brandon, and lost. Once here, once in EEW. And then, there is the encounter from XCW with my little sister."
Jarel pauses, as a slight bit of emotion flashes across his face, then vanishes.
"You see, you came in, interrupted my sister's main event grudge match, and you hit her with the Fusion Cutter. And then you left, leaving her unable to pay you back in kind."
another round of boos for Nuke.
"What this means for you is I have added motivation to repay you for the unkindness you showed my sister, who had done nothing to you. Add to that the fact that I am simply more sick, twisted, and demented than you could dream of being and that I will destroy anyone that stands in the way of my reign as champion, and you are in for a rough night."
the crowd cheers.
"What you fail to understand is that I do not speak of immortality. I am not Hulk Hogan. There are no immortals where I come from. Mortality is measured by the man. And while you say I am a mortal man, remember this. This mortal man reigns supreme in hell."
the clear reference in this comment nearly brings the crowd to their feet
"I am the force that makes men tremble in fear. When they step into that environment, they realize that all their efforts, all their minds games, have come to nothing. I am the man that unleashed Pandora's Box on the wrestling world. The result of these matches, the lives of 5 men were forever altered. And two of these men were like you. Maverick and Snypa rifle were two men I had never faced before. Didn't have a grudge with. But they had to fall before me. But then there were those that I had a grudge with. Kurt Angle and Kane. I can't stand these two guys. And they too, fell before me."
Jarel pauses
"You, Nuke Fusion, are in a different situation. You have not only attacked a woman who had done you no wrong. You are after my WWFG Undisputed title. You stand before me a warrior aiming to gain the treasure of the Dragon. I stand before you as the mightiest of dragons aiming to destroy all who oppose me. With my added motivation, you Nuke Fusion, will have to come to terms with being another in the list of fallen warriors. And you'd better hope you can pick up the pieces afterward."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:52 am
Looking at The Dragon in front of him, Nuke saw a man who had no fear.
But that just relayed the same lack of emotion that he, himself, had within him.
Raising the microphone to his lips, he readied his retort.
"The fact that I won the match with my brass knuckles isn't the matter here. The fact that my friend gave me the weapon isn't what matters either.
You see, the fact that I stand before you right now as your opponent on the Grandest Stage of them All .. That's what matters.
This will be my first time headlining WrestleMania, and I'm sure not going down without a fight."
Nuke had caught a nerve when Jarel spoke about his youngers sister, and he planned on playing on that emotion.
"Let's forget Brandon here, because I've always been more interested in your other sibling, the female one that nobody actually cares about.
You see, she did pay me back in kind; in fact, she gave me everything I deserved the night before, back in the hotel room. It just so happened that I was bored with her, and just wanted her out of the way.
But I'll tell you something for nothing; that girl could go all night."
The crowd let off a tremendous jeer, with some of the male fans in the crowd chanting for a fight to begin.
"But, as you've already mentioned, this isn't just about what I did and didn't do with your sister; albeit it being easier to count the things that we didn't do.
What really matters is that the Undisputed Championship will stand as the marker of who can stand and deliver at Mania.
It is a marker of who can really bring their A-Game when called upon.
It will be a marker that will signify your downfall."
The crowd let off another loud jeer, and this time Nuke decided to retaliate a little.
"These people look up to you, Jarel. Usually I would admire that, but I firmly believe that these inbred hill billys should go back to their trailer parks and shut the hell up.
Whenever I have to perform in the USA, it makes me feel sick, looking out at these people. Eating thier burgers, heart attacks in a bun, and drinking their beer; quickly killing off any small chance of growing more than two brain cells.
Yet, you still have their admiration, even though they have a smaller IQ than that slut of a sister you have. So, for that, I offer you this simple token of admiration."
Nuke reached forward with his right hand, seemingly offering a handshake.
As the crowd continued their hatred of him, he decided to pull it back.
"These people don't deserve to see any courtesy around here, and neither does the man who will have his Championship taken away at WrestleMania."
Stepping closer to Jarel, he looked him square in the eyes.
"You're so certain that I will fall before you, and that assumption is based on your battles with other men. Men who could never match my abilities; my charisma, my athleticism, my sheer technical prowess.
For it is not me who will join the list of fallen warriors, but the great Dragon who will finally breath his last ember, and find his treasure taken from him after the duel of a lifetime.
At WrestleMania, I will give you your greatest challenge yet. You see, Jarel, I'm taking Extreme to another level, one victim at a time.
You're next in line.
The bomb will drop."
Lowering the microphone to his side, Nuke casually stepped away from Jarel, allowing the tension between them to ease once more.
The crowd, however, seemed to be calling for a bloodbath right now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:16 am
The Dragon smirks
"You know, right now, with all that you just said, you sounded exactly like every single idiot I've had stand in front of me before. The blatant jab at my sister, you could at least be original. Or at least say something believable, more like you hit on her in a bar and she broke a bottle over your head. That is what people expect from my little sister."
the crowd cheers
"But of course, you try to strike a nerve with the insult to my sister. You think to set off my temper. Don't you know, boy, that greater than you have tried to play games with the Dragon? You see, ever since I was a little Dragon...."
Jarel can't help a small smile as the crowd laughs
"...I've hated games. Instead of sending me to recess in grade school, they sent me home. Cuz I don't play games. I didn't play them then, and I sure as hell won't play them now. You say you're bringing extreme to another level."
Jarel narrows his eyes on Nuke.
"Try saying that to someone who doesn't redefine extreme every time he enters the environment. I was given the name the godfather of hardcore for a reason. You see, I take little pissants like you, and I find new ways to punish them.I enjoy watching you bleed, I thrive on your pain and suffering. At Wrestlemania, I'll take your bomb, and stand tall amongst the rubble while you burn courtesy of your own failure. I will watch with a smile as your own bomb engulfs you, eats away at your flesh, and then, I'll make it worse. So bring your best at Wrestlemania. Bring your little boyfriend to the ring with you too. Because I'll happily beat the unholy hell out of you in front of a sold out crowd on the biggest stage in sports entertainment to continue what will be the single most dominant reign in WWFG history."
as the Dragon glares at Nuke, the crowd rises to their feet and begins chanting, calling for the fight to break out. It's one of those low rumbles and the folks in front row are clearly telling Jarel to blast the hell out of the number one contender
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:47 am
Nuke watched and smirked as Jarel spoke to him, taking in every word; he had obviously hit a nerve somewhere, even if he was unwilling to fully show it.
"Dragon .. Jarel .. Whatever you want to be referred to as. You know that right now, you want to take me down.
You know that these worthless pieces of s**t in the audience want you to take your best shot at me .. So here I am."
And with that, Nuke simply dropped his microphone and opened up his arms, looking Jarel straight in the eye.
It was as if he was offering him a free shot.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:06 am
Jarel shakes his head and turns as if to leave the ring
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:27 am
Perfect, as if it had all gone to plan.
That smirk returned on the face of Nuke as he reached in to his back pocket again, this time revealing brass knuckles, which he adorned on his fist.
Creeping up behind Jarel, he brought his fist up, intent on it crashing down on to the back of the Dragon's skull!
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:32 am
Jarel turns his head slightly as the crowd makes noise to alert him. he spots nuke's attempt to attack him and turns, reaching up to grab his hand to stop it, using his left hand. he then attempts to retaliate with a hard right hand to the side of nuke's skull with just his gloved fist in retaliation
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:37 am
Nuke is stopped in mid-punch, but manages to push himself away from Jarel in time to dodge the incoming strike. Dropping to his floor and rolling under the bottom rope, the crowd jeered loudly.
The WWFG logo flashed up on screen, as Nuke pointed at Jarel and then up at the overhanging WrestleMania logo.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:40 am
Jarel watches Nuke duck out of the ring, glaring the whole time. His music hits the PA as he watches Nuke's retreat, and it's clear the fight will be on at Wrestlemania, if Jarel doesn't catch hold of him before it
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:44 pm
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