RINGSIDE
"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play over the sound system. "The Real Deal" Dillon Daniels steps from behind the curtain, looking focused.
{{{Meozha Zhanae}}}: The following match is for one fall!!! Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 218 pounds..... from Chicago, Illinois....... "The Real Deal" Dillon Daniels!!!
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: We've not seen Dillon Daniels since The Emily Falls "Barf Your Heart Out" Battle Royal.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: And he didn't last for long then Jen.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: That's right, he was eliminated early on by Da Brix City Boys but he's not somebody to take lightly. He picked up that big submission victory over a debuting Rayne Young at Good Time and if you ask me, all he needs is another shot.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Yeah, cause he's the real deal...
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: That sounds like sarcasm, but it's a true statement, RJ.
Dillon Daniels walks down the ramp, and slides into the ring. He bounces around, staying focused. Looking confidently at the local talent standing across the ring from him.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: And who's the jobber?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: Jobber? Why do you say that?
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Have you not been watching the show, Jen?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: I have, but that's Nathan Fury, a Denver resident and protege of Two Cold Scorpio.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Flash Funk?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: I think he prefers Scorpio. Nathan doesn't have much experience, but he has a bright future.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: So he IS a jobber.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: I think he'll give it all he's got, but Daniels is The Real Deal. I definately see Dillon picking up the three count here.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Of coarse you do.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: I'm getting word from the back that we are having trouble with our broadcast, please bare with us.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: What's going on?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: Just some gremlins in the system, RJ.
The gremlins continue interfering with the broadcast and the referee pats down Dillon Daniels in his corner, checking him over for foreign objects. Nathan Fury flexes and poses in his corner, trying to garner some support from his home town crowd.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Look at this tough guy...
Walking from his corner with intensity "The Real Deal" urged the referee to start the match, yelling for him to "Ring the bell ref, lets go!"
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: Dillon certainly seems up for this one, RJ.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: He should be unamused, how are those gremlins Jen, they under control yet?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: Not yet, Ray.
The referee guides Dillon back to his corner, then turnes to Nathan for his pre-match check.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: That's what I like to see, Jen. A referee doing their job.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: It's good to see an official taking charge for once, sure.
With his pre-match checks completed the referee calles both men to the center of the ring
{{{RJ Smith}}}: They need to bring this referee over to the main show.
Dillon and Nathan circle the middle of the ring, their eyes locked on each others intently, as they wait for the bell to sound.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: Here we go, RJ.
The referee raises his arm to give the time keeper the signal to start the match, but before he could bring his arm back down the sound of fingers snapping is heard around the arena and then... DARKNESS
{{{RJ Smith}}}: What the hell is going on? More of those damn gremlins?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: I'm a little freaked out, RJ.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: It's OK Jen, don't wor....
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PRETENDING EVERYTHING IS FINE WONT HELP
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The arena is bathed in an ominous red glow that snaps into existence the second the music hits.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: What is it RJ? What's happening?
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YOU SAY YOU'RE HAPPY WITH THE SHIT THAT SELLS
THIS FUCKING LIFE REALLY SOUNDS LIKE HELL
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{{{RJ Smith}}}: I think it's...
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I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH THE LIES YOU TELL YOURSELF
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With the glitches in the streaming broadcast increasing, a man steps through the curtain and stops on the stage. The red glow of the lights add to his menacing aura. He paces around the stage talking to himself and pointing out in to the crowd, his face hidden below the pulled up hood of his coat and his wild hair, which flows over his face almost becoming one with his unkempt beard.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: What the hell?
In the ring, Dillon Daniels tries to get the ref's attention, pleading with him to start the match.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Dillon still keen to get the match underway here, Jen, but who is that?
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: ...Samson.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Who?
Samson walks to the ring, stopping every few seconds to talk in the crowds direction. Upon reaching the ring Samson climbs the steps, walks along the apron and then ducks between the top and middle ropes. Samson walks to the center of the ring, and quickly pulls his hood down then immediately throws his arms out either side of him, in a crucifix pose.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Whoever he is, he might be mt favorite.
The second his arms are extended the lights return to normal and the music cuts out, the glitches in the broadcast continue.
{{{Jen Vallejos}}}: That's Samson. We knew he was coming but..
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Look like he's out here to save us from another jobber match.
Samson stumbles backwards then falls and rolls through, coming to a stop sitting on the canvas slouched against the bottom ring rope. He stares straight ahead.
{{{RJ Smith}}}: Two on One Handicap.
Dillon Daniels looks at Nathan Fury and then at Samson. "The hell are you doing here"? Dillon asks him.
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