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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:10 pm
the lights dim slightly in the arena as the ever familiar chords of Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hits the PA. Smoke covers the stage completely
Can you feel that?
The fans look to the entrance as all along the ramp mechanical torches are raised. Lighters are lit all throughout the audience
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Flames burst up on the stage, illuminating the stage and Jarel, standing in the midst of the thick cloud of smoke that had hidden the stage from view. He's dressed in his usual jeans and a sleeveless shirt, complete with his gloves and a sleeveless black leather trenchcoat with a Dragon symbol on the back. 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, with the smoke that had been on the stage moving down the ramp ahead of him to the ringside area
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 slowly, not particularly in a rush to the ring
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, his eyes moving around the arena in his hometown, perhaps taking in the cheers, perhaps speculating, but there is something on the Dragon's mind.
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
Jarel turns and walks up the stairs, then steps into the ring over the top rope. Finally, he raises his fist and flames burst up from the turnbuckles before he turns to take up a mic. He waits a few moments and the lights dim down to shine a spotlight on him.
"Tonight is a very special night and always has been. Tonight is the Royal rumble pay per view, and this has always been something of a favorite for me. Many look at this as the first stop on the road to Wrestlemania, and this much is true. But for me, this is a place of great achievement, defining moments in my career. You see, it is at this show that I captured championship gold, twice. Two times, I won a world title at this very show. The world heavyweight and undisputed championships. For most others, the main attraction is the main event, the royal rumble match."
Jarel looks out over the arena.
"Tonight, the entire roster that doesn't currently hold championship gold is looking to gain their opportunity. As well they should. Tonight is a defining moment. For every person that steps into that ring later tonight, this night could make big things happen for you. Let us look as rumble history. It isn't always the winner of the rumble match that makes the most impact. In fact, many times, the rumble winner either fails to win at Wrestlemania, or doesn't even make it to Wrestlemania with their title shot. But there's another way to gain notice tonight."
The Dragon pauses, reflecting before speaking again.
"You see, I have been here since the inception of WWFG. I was here when we had a roster so packed with talent that competition only came from within. When we had the Raw and Smackdown rosters, with Teddy Long and Lita running Smackdown where I made my home all the years that the show was available. I remember the ECW and TNA rosters. I have been here as all those titles were inevitably merged together. I've held gold on all levels, lower card, midcard, and world champion. I've main evented two Wrestlemanias. I've had some career defining matches on the grand stage. I'm even in the WWFG hall of fame. And tonight, unlike so many others, I'm not here to participate in the rumble match."
some boos ring out in the crowd, prompting a smirk from the Hall of Famer.
"Now, now, this ain't a retirement speech. Tonight I'm here simply to act as a veteran on the roster, to impart on the younger crew the true importance of this night. This is your night. What kind of night this is for you is totally up to you. As you step into the ring tonight, your goal is to win. But there can only be one winner. Ask yourself, do you want to win by simply avoiding the competition and getting lucky enough to eliminate that last person, or do you want to make an impact? Do you want to define your career? Do you want to win at any cost, or do you want to dominate? Remember this and remember it well, the winner of the rumble does not always main event wrestlemania. They say your shot is guaranteed, but history has shown us that there is no such thing as a guarantee. Tonight is the night for you of the active roster to make your own impact, to define your own legacy."
(planned interruption)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:41 pm
The Hall of Famer; Jarel would continue to ramble on. But something was brewing, something in the back was coming. Was it a storm? No, what about a Bad Boy? Wrong again, no, it was time for a man with a dark history to step up to the plate and give his two cents.
Suddenly, it would be like it all changed once the song "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails hit the PA system.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The music would continue as a howl would accompany the vocals and the beat. The crowd looked down at the ramp and stage which began to be overflowed with fog, the crowd getting eerie waiting for the appearance of the unknown man with the alias; Omen
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
The chorus was about to begin as small parts of tattered clothing could be seen coming from outside the thick fog. The crowd tried to adjust their heads enough to see the man, but they would see him soon anyways as the man would walk outside the fog, with his hand grasping a stick in support of walking down the ring and in the opposite hand, a mirror ball.
Slowly the man began to take a few more steps and all his clothing would be shown, and what seemed to be a mask of sorts on his head. It looked like a burlap sack with holes cut out near the eyes so the man could see. Upon further inspection, the man's eyes were completely bloodshot.
"From Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at 264 pounds, Omen!"
The announcer would do his job and announce the strange man's stats. Something seemed off about "Omen". Just by the way he walked and appeared was unsettling, imagine him speaking and wrestling. This man however has a pretty dark background, so him inside the squared circle will indeed be an experience.
Omen made his way down to ringside within a minute or so. He would look over the arena, surveying all sides of it for unknown reasons. This man was the personification of creepy if there ever was one. Omen definitely stood out among many other wrestlers. He would continue to slowly walk towards the stairs, where he would throw the stick inside the ring, and his mirror ball, beginning to climb up the stairs slowly, as if he needed to slowly move up the stairs, otherwise his legs would give out. However, that was just a ruse from the man, seeing he will be competing right now.
Omen, would enter the ring and fall inside his corner, eyes open wide as he let out a spine-tingling yell out so the whole crowd could hear him. This would stop the hearts of many just for a moment, but that wasn't the only horror they might experience tonight. Anything can happen between the four sides of the ring, or even outside of it.
Omen would stay in his corner for a moment, looking dead into the eyes of Jarel, waiting for his theme to cut out and for a microphone to be handed to him. Matters of seconds after the entrance of "Omen" being made, the microphone would be given, and The Freak would climb up to his feet while watching Jarel who had a slightly bigger build than himself. However, he was not intimidated to the Hall of Famer, in fact, he felt an adrenaline rush standing face to face with someone larger than him.
After what seemed like an eternity of the two men glancing at each other, getting into one another's faces even though Omen had his face covered up with the burlap sack, things were heating up and it was about to explode into a big outburst from the Freak.
"Look. I know." The man said slowly, trying to think while he spoke, keeping his gaze on the man standing in front of him. He would continue, "I know that you have no beef with me, but I had a message for you, from him." From him?
"He", once again he would continue with the "he" talk, but no one really knew anything about the man he had spoke of. "He wanted me to inform you of a change in the scene, and you don't fit the description." This was confusing, what did these things mean, and why was Jarel the target tonight for the ramblings of Omen? This was all peculiar, but it seemed like he knew perfectly what he was talking about.
"No one can carve their own legacies. They are paved by others. THEY ANSWER TO HIM, GOD DAMMIT!" The strange outburst would come out in a yell, followed with a high pitched laugh. What was this guy sniffing? Finally, the man would calm down, breathing heavily, trying to bring the Oxygen back into his lungs while he gained composure.
"Jarel. You know what my legacy is? It is to slay the dragon, win the rumble, and take the gold home." He smiled, no one being able to tell seeing his face was covered. "Because he told me so." The last line would exit Omen's mouth with a perfect whisper, still being audible, but adding to the creepy mood that has made its way onto this canvas.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:58 pm
Jarel had lowered the mic at the interruption. It's no secret he's not fond of them, and in fact had chokeslammed the last man to interrupt him straight to hell. he listens to the strange words of a strange man, and finally raises his mic to speak.
"Your legacy is to slay a dragon, you say? Then perhaps there is another dragon here for you to slay. Maybe you're referring to the Dragon's Haze, Draze. Because if you are referring to me, go ahead and ask the long list of fools that came before you how that will go."
Jarel studies the man before him as the crowd around them grows silent, waiting to see how this will really go.
"You say 'he" told you so. I'm not sure who he is. There's a long list of people with a grudge with me, from kings to gods, though I hesitate to assume that one of them birthed you. So you say there is to be a change of scene, you stand before me, a man with almost two decades in this business, and tell me that none carve their own legacies? So, who, pray tell, carved mine. Over forty times victorious in hell in a cell, a fourteen time world champion, multiple federation hall of famer. Please inform me, who paved whatever legacy I leave behind."
There's a low rumble beginning in the crowd, as if they can feel something about to pop off. Jarel's gaze on the young man standing before him is less than friendly, to say the least, but the Dragon's gaze is never really friendly anyway.
"I don't know which supposed higher power you listen to, boy, but you better listen to the one standing right in front of you. I had no beef with you, until you stepped down here during my time. When you came out here on my time and stepped between those ropes, you entered the Dragon's Den. And what that means is a lot of pain and suffering for you, should you become the next peon to rise from the muck in hopes of slaying a force you cannot comprehend, a force that has dominated for 17 years, a force that has felled men, warriors, kings, and gods alike."
That rumble of the crowd is getting louder, chants are breaking out. Someone even calls for a chokeslam.
"In short, boy, you're out here, your mouth is writing checks your a** can't cash. I can tell by that little fuzz growing on your chin that I've got more shower time than you've got ring time, and since you're still standing here, riddle me this. Do you think you can go toe to toe, stand eye to eye, with the Dragon, and be in any condition to win the rumble?"
Jarel lowers the mic at last, his eyes locked on those of Omen, waiting for the response
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:46 am
Omen would let the man say his final words, listening to every word, watching every action, trying to ignore the crowd who would begin to chant and get behind Jarel with each word he would spit. Once his piece was over, Omen would have a few words to say. He lifted his microphone automatically rallying a large amount of negative chants and boos from the crowd.
"You see, Jarel." Omen would say, pausing for a second, building tension, only to have the crowd boo louder and louder. "If I didn't know you were dangerous, I would have never stepped in here. So, since I think you are worth it." Omen said, looking deeply into the eyes of Jarel with his own two bloodshot eyes which would usually frighten other faces.
"You are right, there is a higher power, there is a voice I answer two, and it's the voice of the someone who has caved out everybody's legacies already, including yours. However, the sands of time have ran out...for you, at least."
Jarel must not enjoy hearing this, but the crowd was starting to get intrigued, in a creepy way. They wanted to know more about the person, what affiliation he had with everyone, and every other detail. But, now was not the time to answer questions. Omen would have taken a break, only to bring the microphone back to where his mouth would be, after a big long inhale of air.
"As far as your ending question goes, I was actually ready to use a bit of force to take out a Dragon, even though I do enjoy talking. Nonetheless, it's your move, don't mess it up."
Omen would keep a grasp on the microphone, keeping his constant glare on Jarel, but he would change into a stance, ready to strike the man down after his "supposed" first move. The fans were starting to get ready for a brawl, but the question still lingers while this tension is building. Why does this higher power want Jarel taken out, and why is Omen throwing away a chance to be completely healthy in a Royal Rumble, by taking on one of the deadliest foes he could ever meet, a dragon; Jarel.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:02 am
Jarel eyes the young man standing before him. If Omen thought the older man would back down, clearly, he had no idea who he had just confronted. Instead, Jarel is going to see just what kind of temper this young man has, as he look to give him a quick two handed shove, the kind that generally gets fights started anywhere you go. His message is clear, back off or get ready for the pain.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:56 pm
Two barbarians, men who have fought in wars in one way or another, would stand across one another for the first time ever. What could happen? That was a question that would pop in the minds of everyone, maybe it even lurked in the back of Jarel's head, what could Omen bring to the table?
However, with any doubts in himself pushed aside, the Dragon stepped up and would shove him back with a small sum of force. That was his first move, and he would regret that he didn't knock Omen's teeth down his throat with the given shot.
Omen would drop the microphone after catching his footing. Slowly, he would approach Jarel, measuring up, not intimidated in the least from the shell of a man in front of him. This being had to be put down, the order was given, this man served no use.
Omen was beginning to close his large hands into fists, but, he would open them wide again. Instead of striking his opponent down, he would give him a warning to get out of the ring with a shove of his own, with a little more force than that of which Jarel used. Aiming to make him stumble back, or even fall flat on his a**. The tension was boiling, and soon it would burst like a balloon with too much pressure.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 7:04 pm
Jarel is shoved back a couple of steps and looks out at the crowd. A smile comes over his face, and everyone knows bad things happen when Jarel smiles. One might expect Jarel to swing wild and wide with a haymaker, and eventually it will come. But first, he throws a quick stiff uppercut to Omen's jaw. Play with the Dragon, you're bound to get burned
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:44 am
The "mighty" dragon would give a smile. However, much like a chimp when they smile, nothing comes from it. In fact, it means he was going to attack, that he was measuring the person closest to them, and getting ready to strike.
The attack would commence with a large uppercut would connect with the jaw of men, sending him stumbling back to the ropes, but he would come right back with the rebound. He would come back with a full head of steam, looking to curl up his fist, and nail Jarel with a might right handed strike to the man's temple. With the given power he has and the amount of momentum behind the maneuver, this is bound to get the ball rolling for one of the two men if it connected.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:58 pm
the fight is on and the fans are on their feet, a cheer ringing out when Jarel's first shot connects and a boo when Omen's follows suit. Jarel falls back against the ropes and also rebounds back, fists poised and ready as he swings a big right of his own. Never one to keep it light, he would throw several shots at the younger big man, looking to drive him back across the ring
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:22 pm
Jarel would have taken a large punch from the likes of the Freak; Omen. However, he would only fall back to the ropes, come back, swinging a hard shot first, whichwould barely make contact with the brawler who tried to avoid the move. But, Omen was still caught by the Dragon who threw more shots at him, unrelenting and unforgiving shots would begin to add up, sending the Freak to the ropes. Jarel gaining offense and the crowd on their feet while Omen has his back to the ropes, with a slightly painful sensation filling his abdominal.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:29 pm
Jarel knows when it's best to take advantage of his momentum, and right now is certainly a good time. The Dragon looks to grab Omen's arm and whip him across the ring to the ropes, on the rebound intending to catch him with a boot to the face
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:46 pm
It looked like Jarel was beginning to wrap things up with all the strikes, but it wasn't over yet for the Burlap Sack wearing Cultist. Omen would have kept a strong grip on the arm and hand of Jarel, so that he could reverse the irish whip off the ropes, into an irish whip of his own, sending the Dragon to the opposite set of ropes, where he would look to catch the big man off his feet with a big lariat. The crowd booing at the sight that Omen was making a comeback with the irish whip, and lord only knows how upset they will be if the lariat does connect.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:54 pm
reversed to the ropes, it looks like another test of the Dragon's fitness is about to begin. Rebounding, he ducks Omen's lariat and hits the ropes behind him. Once again on the rebound, Jarel takes to the air, aiming to take the other big man down with a flying clothesline
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:00 pm
Omen would have missed his lariat, turn around, and meet with a flying clothesline a moment or two after his failed attempt. The clothesline would make connection, and with the power that it had behind it, would cause Omen to fall to the mat and roll to the outside instantly. Jarel still got speed and strength in him, but how could he capitalize after almost decapitating his opponent with the wicked clothesline? The Freak would feel the pain in his chest and neck spread instantly, after the roll out he looked to make his way to the barricade at a fast speed, neglecting the pain that was spreading.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:01 pm
Jarel hasn't been around this long by letting up. The Dragon rolls out of the ring and looks to catch Omen by the head, then attempt to slam his head against the barricade. Time to add to the pain
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