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The arena goes dark, as Awake and Alive plays. Red and white lights flash from above in tune with the music, as three figures walk out onto the ramp from backstage. Jimmy Monera, the most recognizable of the three, holds his arms out invitingly to the crowd, the lights glittering beautifully off of the sequins of his white and gold emblazoned jacket. Next to him, the still fresh Lester Cryden stands, a full foot taller than his new mentor. He's looking around nervously, as if he's feeling overwhelmed by the size of this crowd. Having only recently been an indy wrestler, he's still not used to this.

Behind them, wearing a black dress that's just as flashy as her fiancee's jacket, is Nathalie Roth, applauding for them both.

"The following is a tag team match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 492 lbs, The Notorious G.O.D.!"

Jimmy enters the ring first, after receiving a lingering good luck kiss from his fiancee. Nathalie moves to the side, taking a seat near the announcers, while Jimmy climbs in first, inviting his protege to follow in after him. Once in the ring, he drops the theatrics, and calls for a microphone from off stage. His music fades.

"I'd like to apologize to everyone here, fans and haters alike, faithful and heathenous alike, for the embarrassing loss I suffered at the last show. It's a strange feeling losing to three people at once, especially since I was the only person in the match who used a single actual wrestling move. Seriously, my opponents spent the entire match punching, kicking and swearing at each other like a bunch of unimaginative toddlers. But what can I say? It wasn't an elimination match. It was a one fall match. And the weakest man in the ring happened to get knocked out, and pinned first."

He pauses for a second, as Lister claps at his last statement. Several audience members follow suit... They'd seen the match, and Jimmy's comment was right on the money. Maybe he was onto something here.

"But it doesn't matter that I lost that match. For two reasons. First of all, I never really wanted that title to begin with. I mean, the Deific title? Blasphemy, if I ever heard it. I only accepted the match because I've been having so much trouble GETTING matches lately, and I didn't want to be picky. And the other reason? I may not have won, but at least I was there, to give that lackluster brawl the honest, legitimate WRESTLING quality that you people deserve."

This comment, surprisingly, earns him the biggest cheering session he's had in the WWF... Ever. It lasts a full minute before he can talk again.

"And I'm going to do the same tonight. So let's get those two illegal aliens out here."

He hands back the microphone, and pats Lester on the shoulder, giving him some last minute advice as he leads him to the corner.

Over in the corner, while the audience continues to wait for the other half of the tag champs, Jimmy says something into Lester's ear that the cameras don't pick up. He points to Duality while he says it. Lester looks at him with some doubt, but ultimately appears to concede.

After a few more minutes pass, Jimmy accepts a microphone from Nathalie, and climbs the ropes with it. He winds up sitting on the turnbuckle, in order to grab peoples' attentions better. "Okay, you know what? I'm starting to get kinda sick of this." All heads turn towards him, as he pauses, and then points to Duality. "Hey, you, Duality. I don't know you, and I don't think you know me. As far as I know, I've got no real reason to dislike you. But I've gotta say, I don't know what kind of business your partner thinks he works in, but I work in the entertainment industry, and if the people who pay to see me aren't being entertained, there's something seriously wrong with that. And if he can't get his lazy, deadbeat a** out of bed in order to come in to work, that may not be your fault, but it still looks bad on you."

He jumps down off of the turnbuckle, and advances towards Duality, patting Lester on the shoulder as he passes. "Now, as they say in this illustrious industry of ours, the show must go on. So here's my proposal. Instead of waiting for what's-his-face to get down here, we should just scrap the tag mtch, and have a one-on-one match instead.

He turns to the audience. "Duality..." He begins, to a cheer from the crowd. "Vs. Lester Cryden!" He finishes, to a slightly smaller cheer. He turns back to Duality, to hand him the microphone. "I won't interfere, either. What do you say?"

The bell rings on this impromptu singles match, as Jimmy rolls under the ropes and out of the ring. Not wanting to miss his chance at a debut match, at such a high profile company, Lester decides to start off strong. He charges at Duality, attempting to shove the smaller man off of his feet.

So, he's got a good poker face, huh?

Lester rushes him again, this time attempting to throw a hard punch into Duality's head.

Lester clutches his knee, and stumbles back a bit.

The second kick connects, but Lester moves his leg out of the way of the dropkick. He waits for Duality to hit the floor, and attempts an elbow drop on him.