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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:38 pm
"The following contest is a Last Ride match, and is for the BBW World Championship! In order to win, a competitor must throw their opponent into the back of the hearse near the stage, close the door, then drive it out of the parking lot! Introducing first..."
Weather: Snow.
Wind: 6 mph.
Temperature: 3 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:12 pm
The old funeral durge plays first, creating a somber feeling in the freezing temperatures. As it plays, the hearse is backed into view. The durge is playing because it should. Someone is going on their last ride tonight. Finally, it dies out.
the lights dim slightly in the arena 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 He's dressed in his usual jeans and a long sleeved 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 walks across the ring and looks over at the hearse. It's freezing, but the Dragon will risk pneumonia or whatever else to come out tonight with his first world title in three years.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:50 pm
(Sorry, my laptop was due back yesterday but it wasn't ready, so this entrance will have to do. Sorry if it's rather bland.) No sooner did Jarel's entrance finish would a surge of wind start blowing through the main stage curtain, whipping the fabric into the air like a black flag of a pirate vessel. The ominous breeze tossing the curtain about carried with it a deluge of snowflakes, like some snow machine was on the opposite side of the doorway. Still, that didn't prevent the shiver that ran up the audience's backs when the ice, wind, and cold was accompanied by a haunting acoustic guitar - the intro to the World Champion's theme song. Sure enough, stepping out of the blurry fog of snow being coughed out the mouth of the entrance came Salem Croft, appearing on the winds like a mirage to a pop of the crowd. "I know these hills..." a woman whispered over the speakers, Salem's stare steadily burning a hole into the ring and his opponent within it.
Despite the weather, Salem came down the ramp in his typical ring attire: Wrists, wrapped up with his Copperhead patterned cloth. Chest, bare to show off the chiseled details of his abs. BBW World Title, resting comfortably on the lad's shoulder while he slithered down the aisle. But gone was the signature sack Salem had been sporting lately, the home of his scaly brethren that had already played a role in the tension brewing between champion and challenger leading into the event. In its place, the new arrival wore a pair of snakeskin boots that matched the style of his wraps, complete with a set of spurs on his heels that clicked with every step he made.
Despite the clamor made by his appearance, however, the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" pressed on past the frigid fans, not breaking eye contact with Jarel once before reaching the ringside stairs. It was clear the young champion hadn't come to talk, mingle, or intimidate- he was here for a reason, one he made apparent by raising the championship belt high as he stood on the apron to applause from the crowd.
As the referee approached to take the belt, the cold-spoken melody being sung would fade out while Salem ducked under the top rope and stepped onto the canvas. Straightening up on the opposite side of the mat, the opening ball brought the fans to their feet as the untested world champion stood relaxed and calm...but the fearsome glint to his stare spoke volumes about his focus and perspective in this moment. Extending his hand, Croft offered a simple display of professionalism before the havoc could begin, waiting to see if The Dragon would accept it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 8:17 am
Well, this was not what Jarel expected to start the match off. However, to get respect, one must give respect. As such, Jarel advances forward and clasps the champions hand. he intends to beat salem, but he does have respect for the young champion, at least at the moment. With their show of professionalism over, Jarel steps back, another sign of respect, instead of using the moment to start kicking the crap out of him.Once back a few steps, he gives the champion a nod, a signal from Dragon to Snake to let the mutual destruction begin
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:49 am
Following the gesture of respect, Salem stood at the ready while Jarel retreated to spread some distance. The bitter wind stood Salem's hair on end, his skin already stinging from the single-digit temperatures. But the World Champ wouldn't be denied his chance at creating his legacy, whether in the snow or hail or pouring rain. Flexing his fists to loosen the bloodflow to his fingertips, Salem nodded and assumed a boxer's posture- approaching the legendary Dragon with clear intent to stand and fight.
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:54 am
Jarel also raises his fists, more than ready to get the fight started. It's been many years since the Dragon has had to fight in such conditions, but he remembers it well. In his chosen match type, he has no choice but to ignore it. World title opportunities don't come around everyday, and Jarel's chances to be a world champion one more time are getting slimmer and slimmer as the true Father Time catches up with him. For now, he elects to test the waters by throwing a few left jabs at Salem, gauging his opponent's true striking ability
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 1:26 am
The frigid climate wasn't stopping the fans from reacting to this standoff, applauding both men preparing to risk their very careers in such conditions. But where as Jarel was dipping his toes in with his series of testing jabs, Salem was the type to dive right into the experience. After checking the first couple of shots with his wrapped right fist, he'd parry the third wide while stepping into The Dragon's guard...trying to throw the first of many body hooks at his opponent's ribs, starting with his left!
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:09 am
Jarel eats several body shots, something made worse by the cold. However, the Dragon has to suck it up, as it's gonna be a long night paved with blood and sweat, and maybe some tears if they don't freeze. after stepping back in response to the shots, he elects to reach forward, absorbing more shots as he does, attempting to grab salem by the throat with both hands. From here, Jarel would look to show off a bit more power as he attempts to simply choke toss Salem over the top rope
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:37 am
Salem succeeded in backing Jarel up as he'd intended with his quick bursts of blows, but The Dragon wasn't the type to go down easily. At first chance, Jarel used his reach to spread the distance once again, looking to heave the world champion over the ring. If the M.W. Deuce had anything in his corner, though, it was his awareness of his surroundings. Sailing over the ropes, Salem snagged the frigid rubber wrapping the top rope to tether him, nimbly bouncing his feet off the bottom cable to fling himself back over and into the ring - sizing up Jarel with a Springboard Superman Punch!
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:32 am
fortunately, Jarel hadn't made the mistake of turning away after flinging his opponet out of the ring. Salem is resilient, as noted in their first encounter, and now springboards back in over the top attempting to take the dragon off feet. Jarel, however, ducks the punch and hits the ropes. Knowing Salem wouldn't stay down for long, Jarel bounces back and attempts to take him back down as he gets up with a clothesline
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:28 am
Salem landed on his feet following the failed flying fist, kneeling to a crouch to conserve energy and heat. But more than that, it was to gain a better sense of the movements along the ring's surface through his wrapped digits. Knowing that, like himself, Jarel would likely strike with a blindsiding power move, Salem pivoted his hips to spin around and duck either an arm or a boot. But as if a game of Wack-A-Mole, the Copperhead would spring back up in a burst of athleticism, reaching back while extending his body to attempt hooking the passing Dragon's head for a floating Neckbreaker!
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 11:44 am
and the neckbreaker temporarily takes the Dragon to the mat
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:10 am
Speed and dexterity prevail as Salem provides a highlight-worthy maneuver following the frantic exchange between the legend and up-and-comer. Though on his back, Salem immediately snapped up to his feet with a buck of his legs, slapping his chest in excitement that made the crowd pop louder for the rising star. But the look he shot towards the prone Damone said he was something else in this moment - a predator, intent on tearing his prey to pieces with vicious stomps aimed at Jarel's left knee!
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:12 am
the predator should learn more about his prey. It'll take far more than that to keep Jarel down, and since he technically has to move around Jarel's large gram to aim the stomps at his knee, the Dragon has a precious couple of seconds to regain himself. As Salem's foot comes down, Jarel rolls off to the side and rise to his full height again
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 3:25 am
Rather than the satisfying fullness of feeling his foot pop Jarel's kneecap like a Pog, Salem was denied - stamping the mat instead while The Dragon sprung up to his feet. Chuckling softly, the rookie seemed visibly frustrated as he stroked his stubble and waited for Jarel to balance himself. The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit, a sneaking smirk trying to leak through the coldness that steeped his body and soul tonight. Just as the challenger started establishing his posture, Salem would take advantage of his lack of equilibrium with a snap Superkick aimed for Damone's chin!
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