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 Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:10 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.
The Dragon takes up a mic as the arena remains darkened with a spotlight coming down on him.
"Some may think that the choice of lighting is a bit strange. However, there is a method to my madness. You see, the argument was made by my Wrestlemania opponent that I was here solely to take the spotlight for myself again. He feels that I have the same type of ego that he and his fellow gods have. So tonight, I elected to let a spotlight shine down on me just to see what was so special about it. Frankly, I don't get the appeal."
some of the crowd laughs. Jarel points up.
"Do you guys realize how hot it is under this thing. It's like standing under a damn heater in a subway station. It's not so much fun. No, but seriously, the spotlight is something that has never really concerned me. When I make a return, it is not to hog the spotlight or to take the spotlight from someone. Such things are important to the rookies, not to me. But perhaps this is because I understand one simple thing, something even Chrono would agree with me on. If the spotlight can be taken from you, you aren't working hard enough to be in the the spotlight."
Jarel pauses as the crowd cheers.
"You see, if you earned that spotlight, if you are the centerpiece of the federation, no one's return can upstage you. No legend or icon coming back will be considered bigger than you, because you earned that spotlight. But let us investigate this further, shall we? If, as Nuke accused, I was here for another run at the top in the spotlight, why did I wait so late to return? If the spotlight is what I wanted, isn't the easiest way to main event Wrestlemania? Shouldn't I have come back at the Royal Rumble and outlasted the rest of the roster to earn a main event spot? Or maybe I should have come back and challenged Dion on live television before Wrestlemania. That would be attempting to hog the spotlight from the younger generation. I did none of those things. But I did come back for a Wrestlemania moment, a match, a chance at revenge. Not a chance in the spotlight, but it was the right stage to achieve my goal."
Jarel begins to pace the ring.
"That goal was the destruction of Nuke Fusion. It's not an altruistic goal. I'll admit, it was totally selfish. I despise him like few others in this business. I showed him respect when he managed to defeat me at Wrestlemania. He showed me only arrogance. He bragged about ending my career, a feat which no man, warrior, king, or god will ever be able to boast about. You see, the Dragon's reign will only end when I decide. It will not be because some pompous a** that calls himself a god decides it's over. No one in that locker room or any other can possibly put me down permanently. And last year when I returned to put him in his place, Nuke Fusion disappeared. I went on at last year's Wrestlemania to put a wannabe dragon in his place, beating Draze in his own chosen match. But there was one piece of business left."
Jarel stops and looks into the camera.
"That business was Nuke Fusion. He has attacked every member of the Damone family at one point or another. And while my younger brother can boast several victories over him, he touts his one victory over me. It was high past time to shut him up. So this year, I returned and just as I knew he would, Nuke Fusion came to me. He spouted his usual bullshit, daring to call me old, washed up, a has-been. He said that I no longer had what it took to compete in this ring."
the crowd boos the statements of Nuke but Jarel signals a stop.
"No, it's not really a bad thing. You see, he simply spoke what some others think. He and others think I need to hang on to what they call my glory days. But my goal was not about glory. It was, as I said, his destruction. I desired to hurt him, to break him, to bloody and batter him. And at Wrestlemania, that is just what I did. Some may call it the match of the night, but such labels mean little to the Dragon. What that match was for me was deeply satisfying. Because Nuke Fusion did not walk out of Wrestlemania as the victor. He didn't walk out of Wrestlemania at all. He was carried out on a stretcher while I got up and walked out of that ring, out of that arena, and I walked in here tonight. I neither know nor care if Nuke is here tonight because my point has been proven. I am far from washed up, far from old, and far from retirement. So while I am here standing tall, you are broken. You can live with the fact that every single thing in your arsenal could not keep me down. You can live with the fact that your every taunt blew up in your face. And you can live with the fact that I am done with you. I have no more need to face you, but do know this. Should you step into the ring and challenge me again, you will not get a chance to change your ways. I will not be content to simply batter and bloody you. I will end you. You have already entered the twilight of the Nuclear God. Do not hasten your final destruction. For when all is said and done, you have nothing left to throw at me that I cannot withstand. I will rise again and I will always remain above you."
Jarel lowers the mic as the crowd chants his name
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 4:17 am
The lights flickered a resonating green pulse, as the crowd looked towards the stage. The remixed version of Propane Nightmares rang out around the arena, as the crowd set in to an early jeer.
Out from the stage stepped a man who was previously seen on the show at the door of the new Money in the Bank winner, Salem Croft. Still wearing his slim-fit suit, he made his way towards the ramp holding a microphone in his hand.
I know we will be free again..
Bring it on home!
Nodding at the crowd's heavily negative reaction to him, but also noting those who clapped his entrance and return to the ring after their epic match at WrestleMania last night, he slowly made his way down the ramp and towards the ring.
As he got halfway down, he reached behind his head and grimaced as he touched his neck. Then, bringing the microphone to his lips, he looked towards Jarel.
"I was planning on coming out here myself actually, to apologise to these people about how I let such an inferior competitor get the better of me, and that it just wouldn't happen again. I heard you out back, and I must say that you have some balls making your way out here; I've heard from the house doctors that you're not cleared to compete tonight, due to just how much damage I did to your ankle last night."
While this was probably news to those in the arena, most of the roster in the back were actually watching on the screens and anticipating what was going to happen with this war of words, knowing full-well that both men hadn't been cleared to compete tonight.
"So, most of these people out here found out earlier tonight that I am in fact now mentoring future World Champion, Salem Croft. As the great Kelly King once tutored me, I shall do the same with Salem, and under my tutelage he will go on to be an all-time great of the business.
But that can be momentarily forgotten, because I think between you and I last night, we actually stole the show. We were placed on the low-card, and we instead ripped the s**t out of this arena and made the main event look like a developmental match."
Nuke paused for a moment as the crowd actually started a loud cheer and clap, and he nodded in response, as he now rolled in under the bottom rope and made his way to his feet.
"As you can tell, being in a suit tonight, I was also not cleared to compete. I want to congratulate you on your victory. We put on what could be considered the best match of our careers, and no one can ever take that away from us. We were the highlight of WrestleMania.
The reason for myself not being cleared to compete is pretty much down to concussion. After going through a table, being hit with a piledriver and then chokeslammed from the top rope, my neck and head took a massive amount of damage; i've been told i'm lucky not to be in hospital right now recovering still."
The fans cheered again, something that neither Nuke nor Jarel had probably anticipated.
"Look, Jarel. I respect you probably more than I respect any one else around here. You've been around for so long that you have literally done it all, but as of last night you really do have my eternal respect for the match that we put on. Thankyou."
With that last word, Nuke put the microphone to his side and offered his other arm for a handshake. The crowd started another clap, as some of the fans chanted 'One more match! One more match!', hoping for another spectacle as they saw last night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:21 am
Jarel eyes Nuke warily. They have a history, and it's filled with Nuke attacking him at moments he shouldn't, like this one. The Dragon debates on whether to trust the Nuclear god. Some might think that concussion would hinder him from being a total b*****d. Jarel didn't think even he could hit him hard enough to change that. Watching the man carefully, Jarel makes a decision he may regret later, returning the show of respect by shaking Nuke's hand. The crowd cheers in the background and the "One more match" chants continue.
Jarel removes his hand and raises the mic.
"I believe something will need to be addressed now, while you're here in the ring with me. And that is my actions soon to come. Given our history, I know you like to credit for some things that just are not true. So, as usual, the question of my retirement will spring up, because I have so little left to do here. I'm going on the record to say, though I may or may not be on the next show or the shows thereafter, I am not entering retirement, not at your hands or those of anyone else.."
The Dragon pauses as the crowd cheers the announcement.
"Instead, I will wait for my next challenge. And since you brought up your new apprentice, I'll be watching to see just how you guide the young man, to see if you pass the Sickness on to him or if he will be different. Unique. And perhaps, one day, he and I will stand across the ring from each other, looking eye to eye in a match that will make history. But then again, perhaps we won't. I will return whenever I feel the need and when I see a challenge worth my time."
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 4:48 pm
Nuke nodded along as Jarel spoke, glad that he accepted the handshake, and the crowd now cheering the two men.
As the subject of Salem came up again, he decided that it would be best to speak up.
"I believe in my heart that Salem has the potential to be one of the greats, as good as you or I. He will go on to become a legend of the business, but for now he is young and still has a lot to learn, even though he has taken every chance laid at his feet with drive and passion.
I'm sorry to say it though, that the Jarel I saw last night is something that he would not be able to beat, and that even I missed out just by the slightest margin to you. Remember, Jarel, we're now even on the big stage, and as these fans want 'one more match', we shall give it to them on another big WrestleMania night, I have no doubts of that."
The crowd gave off a massive pop, and Nuke turned his head and raised the microphone in the air slightly to acknowledge their contribution to this segment.
"But unfortunately for you, right now I don't think that you could even defend yourself properly. If Salem was to challenge you to a match at this moment, you'd have a hard time moving around on your leg, let alone lifting him up for one of your big moments.
We both know that we ripped each other apart last night at Mania. I came out with a concussion, and you came out with what I can only assume would be partially torn ligaments in your knee. But that would just be me guessing.
So if by chance any one did come out here with the thought to attack you, you would definitely not be able to stop the-"
The crowd's reaction turned immediately, as Nuke rushed forward, attempting to drive his shoulder in to the chest of Jarel and send them both through the ropes to the outside!
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 6:31 pm
Jarel really, really should have expected this. To a degree, he did. However, his injured leg makes him a bit slow on the defense and he's caught, taking him to the outside the hard way. He hits the ground spine first and for the moment isn't able to get back up. Hopefully, that little move cost Nuke as much as it did him
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:11 pm
Nuke lands hard on his shoulder as both men collide to the mats outside, and the sudden halt sends a harsh vibration from his shoulder through his neck and shoulders, really putting the strain on this concussion of his.
Shouting out "<********>" in pure pain, Nuke rolled to the side and used his left arm to raise his body from the floor, as the medic ran over to check on both men - Jarel first.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:13 pm
Jarel isn't going to stay down. Nuke will not get the best of him on this night or any other. Though the medic pleads with him not to move, Jarel reaches up and shoves the man away with one hand, while using the other to push himself back up to one knee. His back had taken the brunt of the force, but his leg is the whole reason he's not supposed to compete. Still, he will rise again and he's going to kick Nuke's head off when he does
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:16 pm
Groaning and gripping the back of his neck with his free hand, the crowd are cheering these two men on to brawl. If it wasn't for the fact that these two men were without a doubt true legends of the business, management probably would be stepping in right now.
Shifting his body, Fusion sat on his knees, turning to look at Jarel.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:17 pm
Jarel hasn't gotten above one knee, but with Nuke now on his knees, the Dragon throws a hard right hand at his skull. Time to make that concussion even worse
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:19 pm
The pure ringing through Nuke's ears was surely audible as he fell to the side, clutching his head with both arms and kicking out at the mats below him.
The medic rushed from Jarel to Nuke, who kept his head down, not bothering to look up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:22 pm
Jarel forces himself to stand again, finally. The crowd is cheering but Jarel pays them no mind. Instead, he shoves that annoying little medic out of the way and goes to pull Nuke up. The Nuclear god wanted a fight, and damned if Jarel isn't going to give him one. Once Nuke is something resembling vertical, jarel would attempt to pull him over to the ring stairs and slam his head against them
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:26 pm
Nuke looks up as he hears the medic complaining about something, and then feels Jarel grip him by the neck and drag him up to his feet. Swaying on his feet slightly, feeling his head spin and the crowd going blurry, the next thing that he recognises is some form of unforgiving steel against his forehead, as he drops to the mats once more.
The crowd shout off and cheer for Jarel, getting behind him for the second night in a row. Shaking his head and needing to regain composure, Fusion tries something that to any one without concussion would seem a little odd, and crawls away quickly on his hands and knees before dragging himself in to the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:29 pm
Jarel lets Nuke drag himself into the ring, but only because the Dragon himself is looking under the ring for something. Finally, he pulls out his old favorite, a barbed wire wrapped steel chair. The crowd is going nuts as clearly, they were getting a continuance from last night.
The Dragon slides into the ring, presumably while Nuke is still down. However, he needs him to get up just a bit, at which point he'd aim a chair shot across his back
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:40 pm
Nuke felt his head slowly returning back to normal, the medic now on the outside shouting at both men to stop. Slowly getting to his feet with the use of the ropes, it wasn't for too long as a stinging pain like none he had felt in recent years went across his back, dropping him to his knees and arching his spine.
The chair collapsed on the mat and the barbed wire scraped against the thin shirt on Nuke's back, ripping it open in places and the white material slowly blotching red here and there as well.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:44 pm
Jarel smiles as the chair meets Nuke. there was nothing like inflicting this type of pain. But the Dragon has more in mind. He exits the ring and looks under the apron again. This time, he pulls out a table. There's a glint in his eyes as he sets it up on the outside. There would be payback.
But that's not all. The Dragon pulls out a ladder from under the ring as well, sliding it into the ring and then going back in himself. He lifts the ladder, and attempts to simply drop it on top of Nuke
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