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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:16 pm
"The following contest is set for one fall!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:53 pm
Bleed by Meshuggah hit the PA as the crowd shot to their feet. The hard hitting song boomed through the arena as the fans began to jeer, knowing who was coming out.
Walking out from backstage was none other than Nuke Fusion, resident renegade and overall hated superstar of recent years.
With just a look of intensity on his face he walked towards the ring, pushing away any arms that were outstretched to get his attention.
The Brit slid in under the bottom rope, turning to face the ramp where he awaited his long-time foe.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:59 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.
Finally, it was time to settle an old score. as the bell rings, there's no mistaking the intensity in the eyes of the Dragon. Moving to the corner, he stretches his arms out quickly and moves back in, his eyes locked on Nuke and his fists raised, ready and waiting to strike the Nuclear God down at the first chance he gets
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 6:50 am
Nuke stood in his corner, watching The Dragon making his way down to the ring, his old foe. There was no doubt in his mind tht he could defeat this man for a second time at WrestleMania, but in terms of a psychological battle this was far from over. Reaching behind his back, Nuke pulled a green microphone from his back-pocket and tilted his head to the side, slowly bringing it to within an audible distance of his mouth.
He waited for the crowd to quieten down just a little more, still his eye contact with his opponent unbroken, before slowly forming words in to the microphone.
"Tonight, on the Grandest Stage of them All, a God and a mighty Dragon meet for a second time. You see, for most people they would think that after this mythical creature was beaten down by a God, he would maybe just give up and die; crawl away in to a cave somewhere, and ponder on how he could bring himself to face the beautiful gaze of the sun once more, otherwise be damned to a life in the damp darkness of solitude.
But here you stand today in front of me, ready to bring everything you have once again, even when the last time it meant nothing as I still pulled out a victory. You have found some form of pride, and you wish to double or nothing these odds between us?
For too long have I stood by and watched you rise and fall, over and over again until others backstage just saw you as more pathetic rather than a heartening sight. These inbred folk out here tonight probably wont know this, but respect for you recently has severely dropped; why can't you just retire already?"
Nuke strayed from his corner, slowly pacing back and forth along one side of the squared circle.
"Seriously, what gives you the right to just walk in to this ring and still think you can match the best? You're quite clearly taking up time of cards such as WrestleMania that could better suit a young-and-upcoming star instead; do you not even think about just how rude you're being to not only those who used to respect you, but also to the developmental stars of today who would do anything just to get a few seconds' exposure in this company?"
Shaking his head and breathing in heavily, Nuke scratched his head.
"You may be a fan favourite here, but I'm going to take you down today for all of those guys in the back who truly believe that you're past your prime and are now just milking a paycheck like the old decrepit man that you truly are."
Dropping the microphone and kicking it out of the ring, Nuke rolled his shoulders and awaited either a retort from Jarel or for the ref to call the bell.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 6:55 am
Did he just call Jarel an old decrepit man? The Dragon's rage is evident in his eyes as he listens to Nuke once more. Nuke wants to play mind games, and perhaps he had succeeded. This becomes evident as Jarel doesn't wait for the bell, instead moving forward quickly and aiming a kick for the Nuclear god's gut. Should this connect, he would attempt to drive Nuke back into the corner with some hard right hands, letting his fist do the talking he refuses to do tonight
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 6:58 am
Nuke had a smirk as he saw Jarel's face twist with anger and emotion, knowing that he was just angering the Dragon within him. But what he didn't expect was for Jarel to come charging out of the blocks, as he took a hard kick to the gut, doubling him over for a second. The next thing he realises, he's been thrown against a turnbuckle as a flurry of punches come in to his midsection; Nuke brings his knee up and arms in close to try and protect himself, as the ref attempts to come between the two men. The bell rang to start the match.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:00 am
"SHUT UP!"
Jarel yells at the referee trying to separate him from his intended victim. The yell plus the heated glare sends the ref running across the ring and Jarel turns back to Nuke quickly. Now he aims to grab Nuke by the throat with both hands and toss him back towards the center of the ring
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:03 am
There was no stop from this man, no give at all - all of his emotion was channeling pure adrenaline and energy, as he picked Nuke up and threw him across the ring like a ragdoll.
The crowd were standing now, cheering on the Dragon, and seeing a hated superstar such as The Prodigy now being beaten down, it made it all that much sweeter.
Holding his back, Nuke grabbed hold of a rope and pulled himself under. He dropped to the outside, hoping this would give him some time to recover.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:07 am
Jarel has a strange glint in his eyes. It's Wrestlemania and he's up against one of his most hated rivals. It's time to pull out all the stops, even something he never does normally. He waits for Nuke to get up on the outside, needing him standing for his next assault. When the Prodigy stands, Jarel runs and hits the ropes. The crowd rises to their feet as they realize what's coming next, erupting in cheers as Jarel soars out over the top rope with a suicide die intended to take Nuke to the floor on the outside
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:10 am
Holding his back and facing the ramp, Nuke takes a couple of seconds to adjust and then turns around, facing the ring. As he does so, a shadow looms over him as the Dragon takes flight and soars; the impact sent Nuke tumbling hard in to the barricade, as the fans erupt in to roars of "Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:11 am
despite being the attacker, that wasn't the easiest move for Jarel to pull off either. after all, he's not able to land on his feet after a move like that and as such, it takes him a few seconds to get his bearings about him. With both men down on the outside, the referee is able to begin his count
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:13 am
One!
There was not much stirring from Nuke, but he did try groggily to put an arm on the top of the barricade. Fans reached down and slapped him lightly on his shoulder, as he dropped down again to the mats, rolling towards the ring instead.
Two!
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:16 am
Three!
Jarel begins to stir as well. He's not quite as dizzy from taking an aerial risk he hasn't tried in years
Four!
finally, he sits up, gaining more cheers from the crowd. He gets to his feet and once again goes after his prey, attempting to pull the Nuclear God up by his hair, only to attempt to toss him into the steel stairs
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:19 am
Nuke shakes his head, attempting to get the 'cobwebs' out but then realises he can't actually twist his head as it's in the hands of his opponent. Being dragged to his feet, Nuke realises that he's about to be Irish Whipped in to the steel steps.
As he is tossed, he keeps a hold of Jarel's arm and attempts to reverse it in to an STO on to the mats!
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 7:22 am
Perhaps the Dragon should have broken the count first. As he's all set to continue flinging Nuke about like the ragdoll he feels the god should have been, he instead finds himself dropped back on his head to the hard floor with an STO out of nowhere. and still the ref's count continues
five!!
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