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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:31 am
Sometimes plays, as Lester Cryden walks out onto the ramp, to a mixed reaction from the fans. He doesn't have Jimmy with him... Or even their mutual valet, Nathalie. He's all alone, dressed in a plain pair of jeans, a WWF T-shirt, and a black snow cap. He walks down to the ring, not really showing any of the urgency he'd have in him during a match. He climbs up onto the apron, unceremoniously, and enters the ring. He stands there for a second, until the technicians get the idea to turn off his music. "I'm not very good at speaking to crowds... It's something I'm working on, I promise... But I didn't want to mess up anything that I have to say tonight, so I wrote it down."He pulls out a folded page of notebook paper, while the commentators make snide remarks that he probably wrote it in crayon. "This year's Royal Rumble was a great match. Not only did it go over well with the television audience, but it was my first appearance, and I lasted longer than anyone thought I could. Officially the second entrant, but got tired of waiting and came out first, I survived all the way through all 42 entrances. Which is why it's such a shame it had to end the way it did."For those of you who were able to tape the rumble match from home, you may have noticed something strange... There is no recorded footage of my elimination. So for those of you who missed it, let me describe it to you." He pauses long enough to turn the page. "Even though this was NOT a no-disqualification match, Jarel Dramone hit a cheap low blow on me... Right in front of the referee... and threw me out."He pauses again, not to turn the page, but to stare out into the crowd, the look on his face saying that this very subject is starting to make him feel frustrated. "Of course, my mother called me after the pay per view, and asked what had happened to me, because apparently, this all happened off camera."I don't want to sound like I'm whining, but unfair treatment is unfair treatment. Being eliminated wouldn't have bothered me- What bothers me is that I could have won, and for some reason, I'll never know whether or not I would have, because my elimination was in clear violation of the rules of the match. Which is why I'd like to borrow just a little bit more of your time, to ask for only what I deserve. And that's one more chance to prove myself. Zarel Dramone, on the next card, I challenge you to a singles match. Don't worry, your status as the Rumble winner wouldn't be on the line... It would strictly be a matter of pride. If you have a fair bone in your body, then I know you'll accept."He folds the papers back up, slips them back into his pocket, and waits for a response.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 3:26 pm
Stricken hits the PA as the crowd cheers and Zarel steps out, standing on the stage and looking down at Lester. Finally, he makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, taking a mic from an official and signalling for the music to be cut out.
"Now, allow me to address a little something for you. I know you're a bit new to the game, so its easy for you to make a few mistakes. So allow me to bring you up to speed on a few things. First off, my brother is called the Dragon for a reason. He's an honorable monstrous type of guy. Which means, he's the type of guy that only low blows in retaliation for being low blowed. What this means is, you've got a fact wrong."
Zarel smirks.
"See, in case you're blind, Jarel and I are identical twins, and if you're already tired, you probably wouldn't notice the slight difference in hair length and attire. What this means is, I tossed you out, not him. And I give a damn less about rules. I wanted to win, and I did. Just remember, you don't get the honor of spitting on Jarel's name."
Zarel pauses, thinking.
"But here's the thing. I'm sure you know tonight there's a number one contender's match for the tag titles that you may very well still be holding next week. And it's guaranteed that Jarel and I will take out Hiro and Talon to get our shot. So in answer to your one on one match for next week, I decline."
A few boos ring out.
"However, regardless of the outcome of the tag title match this week and next, the following week, I will grant you a one on one match the following week, after we have taken the tag titles. And make no mistake, those titles will be ours, regardless of whether you hold them, or the midnight marauders. What Jarel and I want, when we stand together, we get. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop us. So if I were you, I'd head to the back and prepare to retain your gold. Then, you'll get the Unholy Alliance in tag action next week, and the following week, I'll put an end to all your dreams of main eventing this federation."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 10:07 pm
Lester stands there silently, for several drawn out moments. He finally raises his microphone up.
"Thank you."
He pauses. The audience actually sounds excited to hear about this match, pitting a rookie nobody up against the Royal Rumble winner.
"I don't have anything against you, but I feel I should tell you not to get too far ahead of yourselves. The tag titles belong to me and The Avatar, and no matter how confident you may be, they're going to be staying around our waists for a good, long time."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:55 am
Zarel actually smirks.
"There's just one more thing. See, you think we're getting ahead of ourselves. What you fail to realize is that we've been dominating this business since you were nothing more than a fan boy with a dream. And here's why."
Zarel looks to deck Lester in the side of the head with a straight right hook
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:42 pm
The right hook connects, blindsiding Lester. He drops his microphone, stumbles away a few steps, grabbing at his head to try and control the pain and confusion that had just been inflicted on him. He holds onto the ropes for support until his awareness comes back to him, and he turns, to look Zarel in the eyes. He picks up the microphone.
"Try that again."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:55 pm
(that was actually a signature. it's a knockout punch)
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 3:31 am
((Are you saying that everyone that gets hit with it has to faint, even if it's not in the middle of a match?
Lester was in prison for 15 years, facing abuse just as bad as that... and worse... several times a week. If he couldn't stay on his feet after a straight right hook while he was still fresh, there'd be something wrong with that.
At least I sold it, right?))
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:24 pm
(no you didn't sell it. you shook it off like it wasn't anything. didn't say you had to faint, but you don't shake off getting right hooked by a 6'10" 328 pounds man. and the point was it was a surprise. if you were expecting it, that might have made sense. it came out of left field. therefore in order to sell it, you would not have picked up the mic again and talked)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:11 am
((Fair enough. How do you feel your falcon punch should have been sold?))
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:45 pm
(it's a move meant more to daze enough to hit a finisher for me)
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