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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:23 pm
The Game by Disturbed hits the PA and is immediately met with boos. No one thought they'd hear this music tonight. The lights dim and multi colored lights flash as Ken limps out onto the stage, in a suit tonight instead of his gear. There's a large bandage on his forehead and one on each cheek. His hands are taped as well, and his walk to the ring is slower than normal. He has shades over his eyes to hide them from the crowd.
Upon reaching the end of the ramp, he stops and looks out over the sea of booing fans before he turns and walks up the stairs to step into the ring. He takes up a mic as the music dies out.
"I suppose you people are quite happy with Blaze of Glory. I suppose you think I got what was coming to me."
The crowd cheers, forcing Ken to stop.
"I suppose you think I deserve the ten staples in my forehead, and the six on each side of my face. I suppose you think I deserve over twenty stitches in my abdomen and 16 more staples in the top of my head after being constantly badgered with barbed wire. You stand here and cheer for the man who would go to such lengths to preserve his own career."
once again cheers interrupt Ken.
"At Blaze of Glory, I took everything that Jarel had to throw at me. But it wasn't good enough to just pin me. I suffered whiplash as a result of being hung from the Dragon symbol following the unnecessary Tombstone Piledriver on a barbed wire steel chair. He hung me, and you sick and twisted people cheered. You laughed at my pain. You laughed as the barbed wire tore my skin, as Jarel beat me mercilessly with a steel chair. My ribs are bruised and wrapped right now under this suit. But it's all good to you. I deserved it right."
Ken yanks the sunglasses off his face.
"I hate each and every one of you and just for that, I will not stop until I rid this promotion and every other promotion of your big hero. The big bad dragon will be slain. I will stand over his fallen body, one way or another, and know that I ended his career. I will end all of his legacy. i will shatter his streaks. I will be the king who finally puts an end to the beast. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. So go ahead. Get your cheers in now. Laugh at me now. Because all too soon, you're going to be crying."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:37 pm
low laughter comes over the PA as the lights dim down and a spotlight shines onto Ken. The titantron comes to life and reveals Jarel standing somewhere backstage.
"How does it feel to have the spotlight on you, Ken? How does it feel to know that with the light on bright on the biggest stage, in front of a sold out crowd in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, you fell short. You failed to do what you boasted to so many that you'd do. And now, you're at it again. You want another shot at me. You want to slay me. Well, you can get that chance. Not with my career on the line, but you want to make history. You want to do what hasn't been done. Allow me to give you a little gift. Something to put the exclamation point on this little disagreement of ours."
the spotlight moves to show stage hands rolling a long black casket out into the arena. They place the casket at ringside and head out.
"You said you'd shatter my streaks. Why not start with this one? There's something so final about putting a man in a casket. And guess what, that casket you're looking at, I bought it especially for you. In a few short weeks at Bound By Honor, that's going to be your final resting place. You see, this time, it's your career, your livelihood, your very life on the line. Go ahead and open it. See the place that your body will call home all too soon."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:41 pm
Ken watches Jarel on the titantron and listens intently, then watches the casket wheeled out to ringside. Finally, he raises the mic to speak.
"So what, you think that this trick scares me? I know you learned from the Undertaker and we all know the tricks. Either you're actually in that casket and that's a prerecorded interview, or there' a doll that looks exactly like me in it. We know this tired little bit. But you know what, I'll play along, and the moment you pop out of that casket, I'm going to bash your face in."
Ken walks over to the casket and leans out through the ropes, opening the lid to reveal what's inside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:51 pm
inside the casket i nothing but the lining.
"Sorry, Ken, you guessed wrong. You see, one doesn't stay around as long as I have without learning to adapt. You see, I didn't need to show you a reflection of yourself. Your mind can already picture that. And I don't fancy riding in caskets, so I didn't feel the need to lay in it myself. Bound By Honor, such an interesting name, because you have no such thing. Just a few short weeks, and you will find yourself beaten beyond recognition and on a cold dark ride to a place you'd rather avoid at all costs. I think I'll bury you in New Jersey."
Jarel grins.
"But, that's not all for you tonight. Oh no, you see, I can't really resist beating the living hell out of you."
Smoke pours out of the caskets and floods the ring, hiding it from view.
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Flames burst up from the turnbuckles and the light come all the way up as the smoke blows out of the ring, revealing Jarel standing dead center of it. the crowd cheers and Jarel waits for Ken to turn back around to blast him with a right hand to the head
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 3:53 pm
Ken is more than a bit confused, but the words of the Dragon let him know something is up. Smoke pouring into the ring is a definite sign, and when Jarel is revealed in the ring, the young wrestler has only seconds to realize the error he'd made before a right hand clocks him and knocks him through the ropes and onto the casket. Realizing where he is and his less than healthy state, Ken jumps off the casket and backs away. Tonight is not the night for a fight
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