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 Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:08 pm
the opening chords of Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hit the PA and the lights dim down as low as possible. Smoke is suddenly blasted into the ring, hiding the inside from view.
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Flames burst up from the turnbuckles and the smoke is blown away, revealing Jarel standing in the ring. The fans erupt in cheers as the legendary Dragon has clearly embraced his darker side once again. In his hand, the Dragon holds a mic and simply waits for the music to die out to speak.
"As I promised, my opponent earlier tonight was decimated. Hiro should have known what to expect from me. He's had to look into the eyes of the Dragon before. I show no mercy, I feel no compassion, and my goal will be attained. Hiro lost his opportunity at the Seasons championship held by Shadow so that I could gain my shot at Salem's BBW world championship. Per our previous agreement, Matt Shanahan, the match type is mine to choose."
The Dragon pauses, looking out into the sea of cheering fans, listening as his name is chanted.
"Let's be clear on something. I will not tolerate another fluke victory from Salem. Last week, I cost you a win against the Crimson city champion, who will defend his title here tonight. Considering the massive amount of damage you did to the young man and what you were planning on doing, I may have done him a favor. But I didn't step onto that apron for him. I could care less what happens to him or anyone else here. I cost you that win because you needed a wake up call. You want to call yourself champion, but you're not putting forth the effort. What you brought against him in that match worked for him, but that's not enough. The question on everyone's mind is what match type will I choose. What favorable stipulation could I possibly come up with that is not my most famous specialty in which to end your reign."
Again, Jarel pauses, listening to the crowd throw out match types for him. Among those called out are cage matches, casket matches, falls count anywhere matches.....
"There is only one way to guarantee that what happened in our first encounter does not happen in the second. My chosen stipulation means there will be no pinfalls, no submissions, and no way out. There will be a winner, and one will be sent on their last ride to hell."
loud cheers interrupt the Dragon, as his match type has become clear.
"In other words, Matt, you thought you did your champion a favor by sparing him the cell, but no such luck for you, and no such luck for him. Salem, this time, you will get more than battered ribs. I will beat you, batter you, and break you. Your blood will flow and just when you think it stops, you'll be in the back of a hearse, being driven out of the arena, and your slow fall to hell will finally speed up. In this match, it'll take far more than a DDT to win. Because I will not stop getting up, I will not stop coming at you, I will not stop inflicting pain until you are in that hearse being driven away and the championship is in my hands. In other words, Salem, prepare to take your last ride."
Smoke fills the ring again, hiding the Dragon from view, as his music begins to play. When it clears, he's gone.
(may add more so don't lock yet)
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:08 pm
the show returns from commercial to reveal an office. One might think it's Matt's office at first glance. It has a large oak desk, a lamp on one corner, papers stacked neatly and behind it is a large black leather swivel chair. around the desk there are shelves, filled with championship belts. Various companies can be seen on them, from EEW to WWFG to AWF. It becomes obvious to the true fans that these are titles Jarel has won in the past. The chair turns around to reveal the Dragon sitting there.
"I was given a name years ago by my protege, one I share with the OECW Seasons champion, Shadow. He called me the Godfather of Hardcore. Years of domination inside hell in a cell as well as any other hardcore type of match warranted such a moniker. There is another reason for the name. I have a strange sort of pull, an authority that is undisputed yet baffling to most. I gave myself this office because recent events have warranted a more tactical approach."
Jarel rests his arms on the desk and leans forward.
"Over the past couple of weeks, I've seen many things. I've seen King's children run rampant and destroy the likes of Hiro just because they can, apparently. Then, earlier tonight, the new head of Talent Relations was revealed to be none other than Kelly King 2.0. This disturbs me. Therefore, I feel the need for some sort of insurance. I will not run the risk of being screwed out of what's mine."
the camera moves away to show several men in hoodies, their faces hidden under the hoods.
"I don't do druids. That's the Undertaker's thing. Instead, I have these guys who should probably never walk the streets of Florida. Point is, they'll be getting some things done. Driving the hearse, making sure that no one else interferes in me gaining what's mine. Perhaps they'll do more. I'm the godfather and these men do as I command. I will be BBW World champion. I will defeat Salem decisively. The next time I'm in this office, that belt will be sitting front and center on my desk, with my name on the plate. The clock is winding down, Salem Croft. Prepare to take your Last Ride."
the camera fades out
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