Post by Dustin Delta on Nov 26, 2010 11:09:09 GMT -5
The camera fades in on the parking lot outside the GHW Arena in Boston, Massachusetts. It's night time, TNT is probably coming to an end. The camera rotates over, and reveals the GHW Production Truck, used for when the company goes on the road for shows. A door slamming is heard, and Dustin Delta, Jennifer Aguilar, and another young man are seen charging through the parking lot with scowls upon their faces. The unidentified man has a sledgehammer in his hand, while Dustin has his light-tubes as usual, and Jennifer has her trademark whip. Delta stops the other two and whispers something in a foreign language. The man and Aguilar nod approvingly, and the unknown person steps forward towards the door of the truck. He swings the sledgehammer, breaking the doorknob, and they bust in. The camera follows in pursuit as the trio enters the production truck. Employees inside look terrified with the imposing presences now in their company. Dustin takes several steps forward, looking around.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll all leave...."
Nobody moves--their petrified by the weapons in the hands of the threatening group. Delta takes a deep breath, and snaps his finger. The unnamed man swings the sledgehammer, decimating two of the computers and monitors. Several employees rush out of the truck, but a good seven or eight remain. The Floridian Falcon smashes a light-tube on one of their heads, and then another. Shards fly in every direction, while this unknown person continues to demolish monitors and computers, yet the signal is maintained. The last of the employees leave, Jennifer whipping at them as they run off. Meanwhile, inside the arena, the winner of the main event celebrates as lights turn off and a voice comes over the P/A system.
"We are immortal and strong. Thou art weak and fragile like a mirror...And so we place upon us seven years of bad luck..."
"Είμαστε αθάνατοι και ισχυρή. Εσύ είσαι αδύναμη και εύθραυστη σαν καθρέφτης ... Και έτσι βάζουμε επάνω σε μας από επτά χρόνια κακή τύχη ... "
Several screams are heard in the arena. Footsteps scatter across. The lights return on and the ring is absolutely demolished. The canvas ripped off, exposed wood broken and snapped--ropes cut and sagging down. Turnbuckle covers ripped and the internal materials tossed and scattered in every direction, blood seeping down off the ring. The two competitors from the main event are nowhere to be seen, and standing in the middle of the ring is the unidentified man, sledgehammer in hand and blood pouring from his face, while an evil grin slides into view and the TV signal cuts off to static.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll all leave...."
Nobody moves--their petrified by the weapons in the hands of the threatening group. Delta takes a deep breath, and snaps his finger. The unnamed man swings the sledgehammer, decimating two of the computers and monitors. Several employees rush out of the truck, but a good seven or eight remain. The Floridian Falcon smashes a light-tube on one of their heads, and then another. Shards fly in every direction, while this unknown person continues to demolish monitors and computers, yet the signal is maintained. The last of the employees leave, Jennifer whipping at them as they run off. Meanwhile, inside the arena, the winner of the main event celebrates as lights turn off and a voice comes over the P/A system.
"We are immortal and strong. Thou art weak and fragile like a mirror...And so we place upon us seven years of bad luck..."
"Είμαστε αθάνατοι και ισχυρή. Εσύ είσαι αδύναμη και εύθραυστη σαν καθρέφτης ... Και έτσι βάζουμε επάνω σε μας από επτά χρόνια κακή τύχη ... "
Several screams are heard in the arena. Footsteps scatter across. The lights return on and the ring is absolutely demolished. The canvas ripped off, exposed wood broken and snapped--ropes cut and sagging down. Turnbuckle covers ripped and the internal materials tossed and scattered in every direction, blood seeping down off the ring. The two competitors from the main event are nowhere to be seen, and standing in the middle of the ring is the unidentified man, sledgehammer in hand and blood pouring from his face, while an evil grin slides into view and the TV signal cuts off to static.
