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The irrepressible reek of oil and smolder from the air made it excruciating for all who would venture to step foot in this obscured refuge of the U.S. Airways Center bowels. The exact same place where the JOLT World Champion will dare to inhabit in order to take the Fearless Championship from one of the most dominant men in JOLT today, the Fearless Champion, Omega. The coiling echoes of a generator and a furnace was settlement and tranquility for the enigma. The cold dank place of refuge will be transformed in one week into a coven of brutality between two men.
The disconcerting madman did not sit in the corner of the boiler room with his trademark hoodie covering his face. He sat in the one of the few lighted areas of the room soaking in the fumes from the boiler room. The Fearless title hanging from the ceiling on a hook as the champion tapped the title belt, watching it sway side to side in the light.
“Many people believe that the World champion may have bitten off more than he could chew when he decided to come here to our home in order to take this title from us. We understand why the champion did what he did. The champion’s short career has been driven by ego and full frontal assault. He thrives on proving everyone wrong, then rubbing it in your face after he has achieved what people tell him he cannot do. So what happens when you challenge a man like Omega before you actually think about what you are doing?”
Omega paused for a few seconds watching the title belt sway in the air.
“You know that you are in over your head but you cannot back out now and your ego will not let you. We don’t have a problem with your approach Mr. Ryan. We have an issue with your delivery. You and Mr. Silver want to become the most dominant force in JOLT but there is something standing in your way.”
The boogeyman smiled as he let his long dreadlocks flow down on one side of his face.
“The man known as Omega is standing in your way.”
The champion looked up at the Fearless Championship and took a long breath soaking in the air.
“Omega is the most dominant entity that has ever stepped foot in this company. He has been more dominant than Krow and even the great Sylo. We have dominated everyone that has been set in front of us. How do you believe you can derail us, Mr. Ryan? Do you believe that beating a seven foot monster in Spike Sanders impresses us? We do that on a regular basis. Do you believe that throwing Jesse Ramey down some steps makes you something of a monster?”
The champion smirked.
“The difference between the men you have faced is that none of them are anything like us. You knock us down and we keep fighting to get back up. You throw us down a flight of stairs and we get back up and come right back at you again, all with a smile on our face. You will realize that at Rise of the Legends you will be facing an individual that has ascended beyond normal pain tolerance.”
“Mr. Ryan, you have backed yourself into a corner not even the great Sonny Silver can get you out of. There is no more talking… no more one upmanship… and no more security to hold us back.”
Omega turned and pointed at the Boiler Room door.
“Once that door is closed and locked and there is no one in this room but you, us and the referee. There will be no one else to hear you scream as we show you what real pain is.”
The champion looked at the camera once more before pulling his hoodie over his head. In his low monotone voice he spoke.
“welcome to our world
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