Post by maximum on Jul 12, 2009 5:54:44 GMT -5
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G.H.W. NPC'S
AREA: GEORGIA DOME, ATLANTA, GEORGIA
TIME: 8:02PM
The exhilaration of the preceding bout consistent of Matthew Violence and Gnarfflinger "The Butcher" maintains to whir in the air. Seconds turn to minutes as minutes commence to convert into seemingly hours. The audience begin to murmur amongst themselves in impatience for the ensuing event. The announcers begin to throw slurs back and forth one another as the electricity previously felt in the arena gradually begins to fade. Anticipation starts to rise, the viewers in desperation of entertainment. The view of a camera man on a mechanism is seen in the sky view, panning along ringside. The mat, still bloodied and thumbtack riddled, is replaced with a more professional looking canvas. The t-shirt adorned staff march in resembling useless pawns under the control of the head office. Unamused, the fans lighten themselves up with a pattern of stomps and claps.
Shouldn't we be seeing a match between Jordan Elliot and Primo Colon right now? Man... Hey Fred! Get them out here man! The fans are waiting! Damnit that Fred... he knows how to keep the audience on their feet... a true showman.
Well yeah but... who the hell is Fred? Whoever works the show must have their hands full or something, this is taking way longer than usual. The ring's clean, the fans are waiting and I'm ready to see some action. Give or walk.
The titantron fades from the G.H.W logo to a black screen. The television viewers cut to a a discharge of static. The titantron along with the screen withdraw back to the G.H.W logo.
Heheh, sorry about that folks. Fred must have spilt something on the controls...
One singular person doesn't operate the show Fuzz. We have a dedicated team of passionate staff who work their asses off each and every week to give us the entertainment we take for granted.
Yap yap, Fred for president.
A loud crack is heard before the shrill shriek of a person cries in agony. The audience fall silent, chills being sent down their spines. A zipping up sound is heard before a muffled cry of pain is once more emitted. The lights fall to dusk, engulfing the arena in a suffocating dark choke. An upraise of murmurs and cheers fills the stadium before the strobes suddenly clunk into position. The light is now filled with a warm light to reveal the horrific sight in the ring.
I've lost my faith in humanity...
The demonically grinning mask, accompanied by it's white eyes lay on it's stand. Standing innocently in the ring, the shocking and gruesome site intensifies as the titantron comes to a closeup of the twisted headgear. An echoing voice sounds around the arena before the scene fades to black.
THIS. IS. VIOLENCE.
The ring begins to rumble, giving signal of the tragedy stepping over the thin line. It calms down however, as the titantron immediately cuts back to the G.H.W logo.
Thank God... staff has gotten rid of this menace to society. The culprit behind this should be put behind bars!
The G.H.W logo begins to produce static as the crowd's reaction becomes louder. The dark silhouette of a man appears on screen. He places his hand over his face and pulls downwards. A layer gently follows as he breathes in deeply.
AND THIS. THIS, IS NOT OVER.
NEXT: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=promos&thread=9108
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G.H.W. NPC'S
AREA: GEORGIA DOME, ATLANTA, GEORGIA
TIME: 8:02PM
The exhilaration of the preceding bout consistent of Matthew Violence and Gnarfflinger "The Butcher" maintains to whir in the air. Seconds turn to minutes as minutes commence to convert into seemingly hours. The audience begin to murmur amongst themselves in impatience for the ensuing event. The announcers begin to throw slurs back and forth one another as the electricity previously felt in the arena gradually begins to fade. Anticipation starts to rise, the viewers in desperation of entertainment. The view of a camera man on a mechanism is seen in the sky view, panning along ringside. The mat, still bloodied and thumbtack riddled, is replaced with a more professional looking canvas. The t-shirt adorned staff march in resembling useless pawns under the control of the head office. Unamused, the fans lighten themselves up with a pattern of stomps and claps.
Shouldn't we be seeing a match between Jordan Elliot and Primo Colon right now? Man... Hey Fred! Get them out here man! The fans are waiting! Damnit that Fred... he knows how to keep the audience on their feet... a true showman.
Well yeah but... who the hell is Fred? Whoever works the show must have their hands full or something, this is taking way longer than usual. The ring's clean, the fans are waiting and I'm ready to see some action. Give or walk.
The titantron fades from the G.H.W logo to a black screen. The television viewers cut to a a discharge of static. The titantron along with the screen withdraw back to the G.H.W logo.
Heheh, sorry about that folks. Fred must have spilt something on the controls...
One singular person doesn't operate the show Fuzz. We have a dedicated team of passionate staff who work their asses off each and every week to give us the entertainment we take for granted.
Yap yap, Fred for president.
A loud crack is heard before the shrill shriek of a person cries in agony. The audience fall silent, chills being sent down their spines. A zipping up sound is heard before a muffled cry of pain is once more emitted. The lights fall to dusk, engulfing the arena in a suffocating dark choke. An upraise of murmurs and cheers fills the stadium before the strobes suddenly clunk into position. The light is now filled with a warm light to reveal the horrific sight in the ring.
I've lost my faith in humanity...
The demonically grinning mask, accompanied by it's white eyes lay on it's stand. Standing innocently in the ring, the shocking and gruesome site intensifies as the titantron comes to a closeup of the twisted headgear. An echoing voice sounds around the arena before the scene fades to black.
THIS. IS. VIOLENCE.
The ring begins to rumble, giving signal of the tragedy stepping over the thin line. It calms down however, as the titantron immediately cuts back to the G.H.W logo.
Thank God... staff has gotten rid of this menace to society. The culprit behind this should be put behind bars!
The G.H.W logo begins to produce static as the crowd's reaction becomes louder. The dark silhouette of a man appears on screen. He places his hand over his face and pulls downwards. A layer gently follows as he breathes in deeply.
AND THIS. THIS, IS NOT OVER.
NEXT: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=promos&thread=9108
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