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How many times had Darren Jones gotten himself into trouble? How many times had his mouth gotten him into some deep situations? It always seemed as if Darren liked doing this. They say that your mouth is one of your most deadliest weapons. In Darren's case, it seemed to be his worst enemy. Sometimes, he couldn't help himself. That was just the way that he was. It was like some kind of addction that he couldn't control. His mouth was always speaking ahead of his brain. And it seemed as though he had finally pissed off Eagle enough that he was in big trouble. There was no turning back now was there? What was Darren going to do? There was no one to help him out. It seemed as though he had been backed into a corner. There was no going back...no forgivenss or mercy for Darren. There was nothing he could do about it. Oh but wait a minute...this is Darren Jones we are talking about. How many times had he been in situations like this? Numerous occasions, Darren had backed himself into a corner and always came out on top. This situation that he was in with Eagle was no different. There was no and, ifs, or buts about it. Darren Jones would be victorious against Eagle, and there was no changing that. For some reason, there seemed to be something about being pushed into a corner, that always turned him into an animal. One thing that Darren doesn't like is being pushed into being an underdog. He never wants to be underrated. He always wants his opponents to overestimate him so they prepare their hardest for their matches. That way there is no question that he is the better superstar when Darren comes out on top. As far as Darren was concerned, Eagle was just a bunch of hot air. He figured that he was just full of a bunch of empty threats. It had taken him this long to actually cut a real promo, so what exactly made Eagle ready for his matchup with Darren anyways. There was nothing that Eagle could do now that would intimidate Darren at all. To prepare for a superstar like Darren, one always has to be in a constant state of awareness. He has to have a good head on his shoulders. And Eagle certainly did not show those qualities. He may have the ability to attain those one day, but not tonight. Because it was too late, tonight was the night, where it was time for the jokes and everything to be set aside. It was time to show everyone just exactly what was going to happen. Rage in a Cagewas not going to be a cakewalk and Darren knew that when he said all those things. He just wanted to make sure that his opponent was at his best. And it seems as though Darren had done just that by provoking the phoenix to come out of Eagle. A true artist never reveals his secrets. The reasoning for all of the jokes, all of the comments, everything was simply to insure that Eagle would not want to hold anything back in the ring. And in doing so, it would be the insurance policy to secure his supremacy over the other superstar. And so with that, Darren would not just have the victory, he would also have the bragging rights, which is far better than getting the victory itself. The fact that you can say that you beat somebody at their best is almost as good as a championship win, because it meant added to your legacy. And legacy was what Darren was all about.

The scene opens up in the weight room of ICWA. There were tons of equipment in there. Everything from barbells to treadmills. You name it and it was probably there. Of course, our favorite superstar Darren Jones is in there doing some last minute preparations for his match. Sounds of boxing gloves hitting a punching bag could be heard. As the camera panned throughout the room, everyone could see that there was nobody in here. The lighting was dark and actually a few of the lights were actually flickering in here. The camera continued to progress throughout the entire room as the sounds of the gloves hitting the bag could be heard. The sounds got louder and louder until eventually the camera reached the far side of the room where Darren could be seen in his black sweat pants and his gray hoodie. As Darren hit the bag, the only thing that he could think of was the match. Just the thought of Eagle, made him hit the punching bag harder and harder....faster and quicker. The impact of his punches were simply astounding. It was if someone was hitting the punching bag with a wrecking ball. For about five more minutes, this continued until Darren slowed down because he was about finished with his warmup. As Darren gave a few more body shots to the punching bag, he still didn't let up on the impact of his punches. Finally, Darren reared his left arm back and gave the punching bag a powerful haymaker that actually knocked it off the chains. The punching bag dropped to the ground causing a huge thud to echo throughout the entire room. Drenched with sweat, Darren grabbed his white towel off the seat and threw it over his neck. As he turned around, he turned around and shocked a cocky grin at the camera. He bent down and picked up the punching bag and threw it over where about 4 other punching bags were. It seemed as though Darren had been busy today. After that, Darren walked over to the bench press and sat down. He grabbed his water bottle and squirted some of the contents into his mouth. And after it was all gone, he threw it against the wall. And finally, he looked up into the camera. Oh yeah...it was promo time baby.

DJ: "Now that's impact.....breaking a high definition tv is just stupid. That's what someone does if they have an attitude or anger problem."

After he said that, Darren flashed a cocky grin before he continued to speak.

DJ: "But in all seriousness now, all the jokes aside."

Another pause,,,,,,and his cocky grin turns into the death stare.

DJ: "Eagle, both you and I know that this match is more than just a mere opener. Both of us have reached the point of no return now. There's no turning back from this because we've made this personal. I've taken it to another level with my personal degrading comments aboout you. And of course, you've made it your personal obligation to wipe the face of the earth with Darren Jones. Don't you love it. A simple opening match has become the fight of survival for two supreme beings. Who will survive? Which man will win? One man we have to fighting in order to defend his honor and in the other corner we have a man fighting for supremacy. Which one will win? Which one wil become the victor? You've got to love the way that the stage is set. I mean it can't get any better than this can it. The only way that it could is if it was a triple threat match with another version of Darren Jones But in all seriousness, this is more than a mere match. And I can assure you Eagle that I am not joking when I say that I am walking way with this match in hand. I may be a man of many jokes and deegrading comments, but I am also a man of business. Rest assured, that business will be taken care of tonight and any other night that I step into the ring. And if you think that I'm joking when I say that, then you are in for a world of hurt tonight. I will find no greater pleasure than beating the living hell out of you. I've made it my personal business to destroy anyone that steps into the ring with me. And tonight Eagle, you are no different than anyone else that I will step into the ring with."

Pause for effect.

DJ: "Eagle, believe me when I say that I' am not intimidated you by the least bit. From the way it looks from it, I think you are just trying to be something you are not......a tough guy. Nothing about you is intimidating in the least bit. First ofall, your name is actually Brian Styles. And I'm not afraid of any person named Brian. Do you know how many people that I know named Brian? Lots of people. Your regular name just goes to show you that you are just like every regular person. You breathe the same air, live on the same earth, and tonight you will bleed the same blood as any man. You aren't a superhero, you're just a regular human being just like me, so stop pretending that you are some god or something because you're not. Stop acting like you are better than me because you are defenitely not. You haven't even scored the heavyweight championship so as far as I'm concerned you could only be onmy level at best. You are no better than me. You may be paying close attention to me, but you better be paying closer attention to these words. You are only fooling yourself if you think that your scare tactics are working. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not the only one that is telling the jokes around here. You may act like you are some type of superbeast but the fact of the matter is that you are acting out of madness.

Clasping his hands together, he looked into the camera as if he was actually talking to Eagle himself.

DJ: "As for your forgiveness, I wouldn't want it nor would I ask for it anyways. I was trying to do you a favor by firing you up. I was making you a better superstar because I didn't want to wipe the floor with your face. The way I see it you should be asking for my forgiveness. I try to help you out, and you throw it right back in my face. Instead of getting pumped up and proving a point, you smashed a television set. I do appaud you actually cutting a decent promo though. Even I was impressed, and for that I do give you your props. Maybe tonight won't be such a waste of my time after all."

Serious face now.

+.Blackroses.+