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| Who should/will face Draze in a Number 1 contenders match at Place Your Bets? |
| Dion Necurat |
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38% |
[ 5 ] |
| The Number Three |
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38% |
[ 5 ] |
| Lester Cryden |
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7% |
[ 1 ] |
| Jacob Griffin |
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15% |
[ 2 ] |
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| Total Votes : 13 |
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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 1:14 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 2:08 pm
The GM stands in the center of the ring, twirling a mic around in his hands as the crowd assaults the arena with a volley of boo's and vulgarities. After a good ten minutes or so, the crowd died down and allowed Jamie to speak. The small male brought the mic up to his lips. "Thank ya'. Now then, as your General Manager it is my duty to make sure things run smoothly around here. Whenever I see rough edges, It's my job to smooooth 'em out. For those of you that tuned in last week, you noticed that when I 'sanded' out the Rematch Clause--permanently." Jamie then walked over to the ropes facing the right side of the arena and leaned on the top, continuing to talk.
"Furthermore, I proved that I will not be intimidated by these miscreants in the locker-room. No 'dragon', no 'demon' and certainly no 'robocop' is gonna' walk all over me." He then chuckled and winked at the camera.
"--Moving on. The real reason I came out tonight was to talk to everyone about our upcoming show: Place Your Bets." The owner paused to let he crowd cheer before dying down once more. "N-Now, at this show, I have an amazing main event in store for everyone! Draze will be in competition for the number one contender status." Once again, Jamie paused to let the crowd cheer and die down.
"At first, with all of the extra fat in the back, there was a problem deciding who to place in the main event against Draze--Thankfully, we managed to trim the extra fat and narrow it down to four names. Before I continue, I know you people are confused and no it will not be a five person battle royal." Jamie then pointed to the titantron.
"You, the fans, have the opportunity to vote on the following four people. Whoever has the most votes will get to face Draze in the main event at Place Your Bets. Now then, let's take a look at the lucky few."
The screen then flashed yellow, followed by blue and finally green before showing a cliche' game show type scene. There was a girl with a lottery machine, and inside that machine were several plastic balls bouncing around. The woman winked at the camera and flashed a bright smile as four plastic balls traveled down a clear plastic tube and were deposited in four gold bowls.
The camera zoomed in on the first ball...
"And the first superstar is...Dion Necurat!" The girl said as she picked up the ball turned it so the name was facing the camera. She then put the ball down and moved to the next bowl; the camera followed.
"Let's see who choice number two is! It looks like...The Number Three!" Just like the previous time, the woman turned to ball so the name faced the camera before putting it back down and moving to the next bowl.
"Superstar number three is...Lester Cryden!" Once again, she turned the ball, put it back in the bowl and moved to the final choice.
"Finally...Let's see who lucky option number four is! It's Jacob Griffin!" The girl showed the final ball to the camera before placing it back in the bowl. The titantron faded to black soon afterword.
Jamie gestured back at the screen, half-smiling as he did so. "Well--There you have it. You adoring fans get to choose which of those four superstars get to go head-to-head against Draze at Place Your Bets! Don't forget to go online and vote for your favorite superstar!" He repeated, getting cheers now--even if the cheers were for the PPV and not him. Jamie took a few steps away from the ropes and raised his left hand in the air in the rock-n-roll fashion.
Jamie lowered his hand and stepped over the middle rope as the crowd began to chatter amongst themselves. As Jamie backed up the ramp, he brought the mic back up to his lips. "Enjoy the show! I know I will." He then held his arms out as his sides, chuckling deviously as he reached the top of the ramp and disappeared backstage.
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