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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:01 am
in the arena, smoke is poured into the ring, hiding it from view. In fact, the smoke covers the entire ringside area. A familiar voice speaks over the PA.
"Ken Armand, your arrogance is leading you down a dark path. A cold and lonely fate awaits you at Bound By Honor. You must look into the eye of the Dragon and face man's deepest fear. There is nothing like the cold of a casket. And it will be cold, and lonely. There's no room to move, no air to breathe. But then, there's the smoke."
the smoke remains at the ringside area as the fans look for the Dragon to show himself.
"You see, I promised you that this casket is merely your vehicle into hell. So just when you feel like there's no air left, you will smell the smoke. You know the old saying, where there's smoke, there's..."
Oh wah ah ah ah!
flames burst up from the turnbuckle and finally the smoke is blown clear of the ring. Jarel's music hits the PA and the man himself is standing in the ring with a mic in hand. He looks around the arena, then to the ringside area, where a casket now sits at ringside. His music cuts out as he raises the mic again.
"I tire of your mere presence. You delude yourself into believing you're better than you are. You hire thugs to try to do your dirty work. In the end, your fate is already sealed. I must say I will gain some form of pleasure from putting an end to the pompous attitude you parade around with. But the real question is, why wait? If you want to continue to delude yourself that you're actually a man, why not step into the smoke and feel the fire?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 6:17 pm
Ken's music finally hits the PA and the chorus of boos rings out in the arena. Finally, the man himself steps out onto the stage, a mic in hand. After several seconds, the music cuts out and he raises the mic to speak.
"You know, I'm really sick of all your metaphorical speech. You're all about fire and brimstone. Let's get down to this. This isn't about a slow fall to hell. It's about the fact that I hate you. It's about the fact that you're an old man past your prime that needs to step aside. You do these little smoke and mirror tricks, but they don't impress me. Bound By Honor is about two men that hate each other putting an end to the feud. No more light shows. No more smoke screens. I'm going to come into that ring and throw everything possible to destroy you. I will end you in your own chosen match. Why? Because I hate you. I hate everything you stand for. I will make it my sole purpose in life to destroy you and everyone like you. And I'm going to start here tonight with your little niece, because your idiot brother scheduled me to face her. Then, I'll go take out your nephew, your sister, and then you, since your twin hasn't been heard from since he lost to a damn novice at Blaze of Glory. Then, when I'm done with them, I'll deal with you."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 6:37 pm
Jarel narrows his eyes as he listens to Ken speak and slowly raises the mic to speak.
"So your plan to show that you're better than the old man is to take out the youth, the next generation? Apparently, you aren't as bright as you think you are. But that doesn't tell me anything about the here and now. Are you going to walk down here and back up all the tough talk, or stand up there and keep talking like the b***h that you are?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 6:44 pm
Ken scowls.
"No, I'm not. I have a match tonight and you don't. But you know what? I know someone who's more than willing to give you the fight you're itching for."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:17 pm
the titantron goes out and the arena is left in darkness.
Monster by Skillet begins to play as red and blue lights flash. Flames burst up intermittently on the stage. On the titantron, a haunting image of Lionel Umbra is shown walking through a dark hall
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
The lights come on and reveal Damien standing in the center of the ring, his eyes locked on Jarel.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:26 pm
Jarel raises the mic again.
"You know kid, you're going to have to try that trick on someone who hasn't learned at the feet of the Lord of Darkness himself and doesn't use that trick. But since you're here, time for a hard life lesson in why you don't provoke the Dragon."
Jarel drops the mic and turns to face Damien, who is technically a couple inches taller than him. Not that it matters, the Dragon is about to dish out some pain, and looks to throw the first big bomb with a right hand to the side of the head
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 7:29 pm
Damien is clocked with the right and steps back, but looks to retaliate with a right of his own. He will not back down from the veteran
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 10:14 am
Jarel takes the right and reels back, but striking and brawling is his game. He comes back throwing a flurry of rights and lefts to the head and body, trying to back Damien against the ropes to clothesline him to the outside
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:49 am
Damien very quickly loses control of the situation and is backed against the ropes, then clotheslined over the top rope to the outside. The big man manages to land on his feet, however, and reaches in to pull the Dragon out by his legs and clock him with a right hand
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:14 pm
Jarel is pulled down under the ropes but reaches up to block the right, then looks to clock Damien with a right of his own. Should this connect, he'd grab the big man by his hair and attempt to slam his head against the table
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:17 pm
Damien's right is blocked, then he's clocked with a stiff right. He stumbles back only to have his head slammed against the table, leaving him dazed
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:20 pm
Jarel has bad intentions here. He doesn't care how big and strong Damien thinks he is, he's about to enter a world of pain. The Dragon attempts to grab the big man by the throat and put him through the announcer's table with a chokeslam
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:24 pm
up and down Damien goes, a feeling he's not used to, and through the table no less. The table splinters with ease as the crowd roars their approval. Damien doesn't move afterwards
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:26 pm
Jarel stands over his fallen victim for the night and turns his gaze back to Ken. His music hits the PA as he steps over Damien and makes his way towards the backstage area. His point had been proven
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