Post by ultraviolent on Mar 29, 2010 18:43:07 GMT -5
The fans were going wild, the short night so far obviously pleasing them thus far. The night has been going smooth, no mistakes, or serious injuries, it could only get better as the night progresses too. As the camera began to pan around the arena, you would see the sections explode, everybody would jump, sing, show-off their homemade signs, almost anything to get seen on television. Just before the camera could make a full rotation, the PA system begins to spit something out.
The fans grow quiet in suspense, blue and gold lights begin to move aimlessly around the arena, illuminating sections in the process. Soon, as the two colored lights continue to sway, one large white spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp. Finally, a familiar face burst from behind the ever-so mysterious, black curtain. It was none other than the Charming, Alex Night. His smile is large, and it’s obvious he is excited to be back doing what he loved doing. There is no sign of the lingering depression that once consumed him before the closing of EVPW. The fans wondered if there was some form of reconciliation with his mother and him, since they’ve last seen him. Knowing they weren’t going to get answers tonight, being it’s a PPV, and not much goes down aside from matches, they just embrace his presence and cheer him on. He peers down from the stage at the millions of fans in attendance.
“The next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighting in at an astonishing two hundred and fifty pounds, and standing in at six feet and two inches, the Chaaaarming, ALEX NIIIHGT!”
His attire is mortified from his last appearance, and instead of baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, he is wearing a more appropriate wrestling attire. An attire that include elbow, and knee pads, wrestling underwear that only cover the bare minimum, and taped wrist. Mostly everything is shaded a tint of red, his underwear being the darkest, and his wrist being white. On the ass of his underwear are his initials which are imprinted in gold.
As his new theme continues to play, he starts in motion. He begins to slowly walk down the descending ramp, greeting the fans with high-fives along the way. When close enough, Alex gets a running start then slides in the squared-hell on his stomach. Once in, he runs to the farthest corner, climbs to the second rope then spreads his arms wide, like an American Eagle, letting everybody get a close look at him in his new attire. When his music dies down, he leaps backwards then plants his back against the two upper corners, with his hands along the ropes. Staring at the entrance ramp for his opponent.
“It may not mean nothing to y’all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don‘t plan on stopping at all
I want this shit forever, ever man, ever!”
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don‘t plan on stopping at all
I want this shit forever, ever man, ever!”
The fans grow quiet in suspense, blue and gold lights begin to move aimlessly around the arena, illuminating sections in the process. Soon, as the two colored lights continue to sway, one large white spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp. Finally, a familiar face burst from behind the ever-so mysterious, black curtain. It was none other than the Charming, Alex Night. His smile is large, and it’s obvious he is excited to be back doing what he loved doing. There is no sign of the lingering depression that once consumed him before the closing of EVPW. The fans wondered if there was some form of reconciliation with his mother and him, since they’ve last seen him. Knowing they weren’t going to get answers tonight, being it’s a PPV, and not much goes down aside from matches, they just embrace his presence and cheer him on. He peers down from the stage at the millions of fans in attendance.
“The next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighting in at an astonishing two hundred and fifty pounds, and standing in at six feet and two inches, the Chaaaarming, ALEX NIIIHGT!”
His attire is mortified from his last appearance, and instead of baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, he is wearing a more appropriate wrestling attire. An attire that include elbow, and knee pads, wrestling underwear that only cover the bare minimum, and taped wrist. Mostly everything is shaded a tint of red, his underwear being the darkest, and his wrist being white. On the ass of his underwear are his initials which are imprinted in gold.
“Last name Ever,
First name Greatest,
Like a sprained ankle boy aint nothing to play with,
It started off local but thanks to all the haters,
I know G4 pilots on a first name basis,
And your city faded off to brown, Nino,
She insists she got more class, we know!”
First name Greatest,
Like a sprained ankle boy aint nothing to play with,
It started off local but thanks to all the haters,
I know G4 pilots on a first name basis,
And your city faded off to brown, Nino,
She insists she got more class, we know!”
As his new theme continues to play, he starts in motion. He begins to slowly walk down the descending ramp, greeting the fans with high-fives along the way. When close enough, Alex gets a running start then slides in the squared-hell on his stomach. Once in, he runs to the farthest corner, climbs to the second rope then spreads his arms wide, like an American Eagle, letting everybody get a close look at him in his new attire. When his music dies down, he leaps backwards then plants his back against the two upper corners, with his hands along the ropes. Staring at the entrance ramp for his opponent.