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 Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:21 pm
The lights dim slightly as the ever familiar chords of Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hits the PA.
Can you feel that?
The fans look to the entrance as all along the ramp mechanical torches are raised. The music is familiar, and the die hards in the audience that have lighters light them.
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Flames burst up on the stage and the crowd erupts in cheers as Jarel Damone steps out onto the stage and stands, looking out into the sea of fans who hadn't seen him in over a year now. He's dressed in his usual jeans and a sleeveless shirt, complete with his gloves but forgoing the usual coats or vests. The torches on the ramp shoot flames periodically in time with the beat of the music and the Dragon begins to make his way to the ring.
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Jarel makes his way down the ramp, stopping on occasion to slap a fan's hand.
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me
Jarel stops at the end of the ramp, looking around the ringside area and into the rafters.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You ******** get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
The Dragon steps up onto the apron, eyes looking up to the rafters still as the silver Dragon symbol is lowered to the ring.
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Stepping in over the top rope, Jarel walks to the center of the ring and watches as the symbol comes to a stop a few feet above the ring.
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me
As the chorus hits again, Jarel turns away from the symbol towards the fans and raises his fist in his usual taunt. Flames burst up from the turnbuckle and the symbol lights up as the fans continue to cheer. The symbol rises back into the rafters as Jarel lowers his fist and the music slowly fades out.
He stands for several moments, listening to the cheers and chants of the crowd. The ring announcer hands him a mic and he raises it, a signal to the crowd to quiet down so he can speak.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:35 pm
The Damage Done - Alter Bridge
A heavy bass-line played over the PA, the crowd not settling down as their attention was dragged towards the stage.
They recognised the face and the attire immediately, as it was none other than the Hall of Fame legend of WWFG, Nuke Fusion.
I won’t waste away
I won’t let this take me down
I can’t survive
As long as I keep it around
I wish it would fade
But it will just sell me out
Over and over and over
I cried out loud
The music slowly faded out, as Nuke stood on the stage with a microphone in hand. He smirked and nodded his head as he soaked in the mass amounts of jeers from the crowd, all of them knowing just how disrespectful he was being to come out here and interrupt the return of a true legend of the business.
Raising the microphone to his lips, he seemingly hesitated and instead kept it in his hand as he started to walk down the ring. The fans reached out on their side of the ramp to touch the Grand Slam Champion, but he kept true to the center of the stage as he reached the ring.
Climbing the steel stairs and stepping in to the ring between the second and top rope, he spun in a circle and came face-to-face with the Dragon itself. Nuke looked him dead in the eyes, the electricity and heat between them almost visible to the naked eye, neither of them blinking or looking away for a second.
Nuke rose that microphone to his lips for a second time, this time words forming upon his tongue, almost like venom directed towards the man in front of him.
"How dare you step in to my ring, in front of all of these people, and just expect them to give you a standing ovation .."
The crowd reacted angrily, the heavy amount of jeers extremely noticeable, as Fusion had to wait for them to calm down a little before continuing.
"You shouldn't be back here. I killed your career, I destroyed your legacy, I put a stop to the almighty Dragon. Me. The Prodigy, Magnum Opus, The Nuclear God.
How dare you step between those ropes, when two years ago I defeated you on the Grandest Stage of them All, WrestleMania, and ended your career."
Still staring in to the eyes of the dragon and shaking his head, Nuke lowered his microphone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:46 pm
Jarel should be shocked that he was interrupted. Actually, he's rather pissed off. And of all the people to interrupt him, it had to be the Nuclear God. Jarel lowered the mic while Nuke spoke, and as he stops, slowly raises it again.
"Did you just call this your ring?" he asks slowly.
the cheers in the crowd begin as the anger of the Dragon is evident in his eyes.
"Did you just imply that somehow you could do what no man, warrior, extremist, king, or god has managed to do? Did you dare to state to my face that you have destroyed my legacy? And you think all of this happened because one time you bested me at Wrestlemania?"
Jarel's eyes never leave Nuke's face, though he does c**k his head to the side in what could be a look of curiosity of Nuke's audacity.
"It takes far more than anything that you can possibly do to kill me off. I have seen the best in this business, I have fought the best, and I have beaten the best. You included. You got one win, and only one. I left WWFG afterwards to let you have your moment, to see if you could truly reign supreme. I wanted to see if you could surpass the others who call themselves gods."
Jarel narrows his eyes.
"And you failed. So, when you lost the WWFG Undisputed championship, I returned to once again put the undeserving in their place. And in case you forgot, the blemish you put on my record was erased when I returned to the essence of me, the Godfather of Hardcore, and slew a posing dragon in what was probably the match of the night that year. So, two years ago, you got one win over the Dragon. But a win does not equal death, for what I am is something the likes of you could never kill."
The Dragon lowers his microphone
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:01 pm
Nuke was ready with his retort immediately, giving the crowd not time to gather momentum of large amounts of cheers as they would want to.
"What you are is a washed-up, decrepit old man who just wishes he still had it in him to go toe-to-toe with a true legend of the business such as myself. We both know that your record at WrestleMania is so poor that even the jobbers in this place have a batter chance of winning than you do.
If it really came down to it, as it did two years ago, there is no way that you could ever best me. See, with age can come experience and vitality, and I am a prime example of this; I've been in this business for so long now, and I still have the raw drive and passion mixed with unmatched athletic ability to take on anyone and everyone that stands in front of me.
You, however.. with age, unlike good wine, you've gone sour through the years. Bitter, twisted, and just downright disgusting to even see step between the ropes. These people cheer for you because they remember the good old times of your career, the Jarel that has won over forty Hell in a Cell matches, and the same Dragon that back in the day could beat any one. They're marks, they don't realise just how old you are, and they really don't realise that soon enough you just won't even be able to kick it anymore."
Here come the mass jeers, but they were quickly followed by 'Jarel' chants ringing out across the arena.
"It's quite sad to see and hear them getting excited actually, when we both know that in a match you'd just disappoint them.
I think it's best if you just do what we both know is the right thing. Leave this ring, walk up that ramp and through that curtain up there. Keep those frail old legs of yours walking to your coach waiting outside, tell your driver to take you home to your wife and kids, and never look back.
I could quite honestly point out that, yeah I lost the Undisputed Championship, but when I did I left for over a year to regather my thoughts and rekindle my athleticism. All that you did when you 'left' this place was sit at home and watch replays of your failed attempts at WrestleMania, the last one being me in the Main Event.
It's easy to forget that on that very night, not only did you lose on the main event of the biggest stage of them all. Not only did you lose the WWFG Undisputed Championship. But you lost your pride. You lost your pride when you put it all on the line against a man you knew was your superior, and you just wasn't up to the cut. We both know that just the thought of that match sends shivers down your spine, makes your blood run cold, and just downright makes you feel sick inside, that it was the first indication that you just couldn't get the job done anymore."
Smirking at Jarel, Nuke opened his eyes wide and waited for the expected anger to flow from the Dragon.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:20 pm
Jarel would laugh if he wasn't barely refraining from punching this man in the face.
"Are you implying that I in some way fear you, little man? For what reason would I fear getting in the ring with you? You think because I have a few losses at Wrestlemania that you intimidate me. One loss to you does not make you better. You were simply better that night. But on any other night, I can and will demolish you."
the cheers come again from the crowd as the fire in the eyes of the Dragon is inspiring. They have to wonder how long before the two Hall of Famers come to blows. Jarel, however, is not done speaking.
"You think I'm old? Here's a nice little fact for you, I'm forty years old, nowhere near the age where I can't keep going and frankly, I can more than handle anyone on any roster, and that includes you. You say that I fear stepping into the ring with you again? You say shivers run down my spine, that my blood runs cold and that I feel sick inside?"
Finally Jarel cracks a sadistic smile.
"The shivers running down my spine don't come from anger. They come from restraining myself as we stand here. My blood ran cold? Oh yeah, but only because of the truly horrible beating I intend to dish out. I feel sick inside? I always feel sick inside. The Sickness that pours through every entity that sets foot in this ring courses through me stronger than most. The Sickness is that feeling that keeps me going when a normal man would lay down and admit defeat. The Sickness is what forces me to return year in and year out. The Sickness I feel is not the same as what you feel. Its not the Sickness of insecurity, fear, and jealousy. No, my Sickness is the need to fight, the need to be challenged, and currently, the anger that makes me want to grab you by your pencil neck and squeeze until the blood ceases flowing to your brain, until you turn red, then blue, then purple. And then to watch you fall and spit up all over yourself, only for me to kick your teeth down your throat. The Sickness that flows through me at this moment can only truly be sated by the blood of a god, a Nuclear God to be exact. Only when your body is broken and battered, bleeding and numb, will my Sickness begin to recede. Only when your will is broken after suffering a humiliating loss will I be satisfied. Then, and only then, will the Sickness subside. Your blood, agony, and suffering is the cure for my Sickness. So that match you're alluding to. I don't fear it. I'm waiting on it."
Jarel's eyes remain on Nuke, and to those that look closely, they can see a slight shaking from the anger he's narrowly keeping in check
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:39 pm
Nuke moved the microphone slowly to his lips again, the two men's eyes never faltering from breaking the glare between them. The tension was built up, the crowd cheering on for Jarel after his words of war, the entire arena wanting this fight to break out at once.
Tilting his head to the side quizzically, Nuke moved the microphone back down and moved back one step.. right before he spat at the face of the Dragon!
A disgusting move, one that he knew he wouldn't live down; and so Nuke would drop and roll under the bottom rope, keeping his eyes on his adversary in anticipation of a vengeful rebuttal.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 7:18 pm
There was no way to avoid spittle, especially when expecting a verbal retort. And the look of pure rage in Jarel's eyes was clear to all. They were waiting for and expecting the rebuttal. However, as he turned back and cocked his fist back, Nuke rolled out of the ring like a coward. The crowd boos heavily as they were hoping for Nuke to get what he had coming to him. Jarel stands where he is, no words forth coming but his eyes locked on the Nuclear god and vowing retribution.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 3:30 am
Raising his arms in to the air, then bending down in to a sarcastic bow, Nuke was loving the heat coming his way. Looking up at Jarel and wiping his mouth, a smirk formed upon the God's face as he backed up the ramp, knowing that he had done exactly what he had planned to; get under the Dragon's skin.
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