Post by cain on Aug 24, 2009 14:53:42 GMT -5
Summer Ritual returns from a brief commercial break to the ring cleared of the weapons from the previous hardcore match. Surrounding the ring are numerous ladders and hanging above is an empty briefcase. Suddenly every light in the arena dims slightly and fades across to a greener tint as a solo green spotlight shoots itself at the entrance tunnel. The sound of trumpets in a catchy little beat blares across the PA system while the audience, more in love with the song than anything, begin to hum along. As the “The Final Countdown” by Europe actually kicks in a man, roughly six feet in height, comes out carefully from out from behind the entrance curtain. Wearing an odd black mask with multiple green designs put all over it and long black pants with a similar design, Cain walks very carefully around the entrance stage for no reason in particular, it seems. The audience, amused by the being’s odd antics, begin to lightly laugh and cheer for him.
Charlie Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a ladder match where, in order to win, you must grab the empty briefcase hanging above the ring! Introducing first; hailing from the East of Eden; CAIN!"
Big Al: “Well, right after that hardcore match between Cobrita and Black Dead looks like we get to see Cain take on Skull!”
Colin: “This was an odd match to call. With nothing on the line, why would Cain ask for a ladder match?”
Big Al: “Look at him. He doesn't look entirely bright now does he? If anything, both of these men have something to prove from that King of the Mountain match so long ago.”
Colin: “Fair enough, but hopefully both of these men can prove that they're the top competition for such a prestigious title...”
Still taking his time to pace around the entrance stage like some sort of lost animal, Cain peers down the entrance ramp into the empty ring he’s competed in only once inside of this company. Outside of the mask, Cain appears lost and disoriented, behind it and only known to his true emotions, the man who is Cain is smiling in an ever so twisted fashion. Suddenly, Cain charges down the ramp at a full sprint, his tassels from his mask flowing majestically in the wind before making it to the ring in an immediate time and sliding in under the bottom rope. Sliding in on his stomach, Cain rolls forward once his body fully enters and, possibly totally forgetting his purposes, runs to a far turnbuckle and merely sits down patiently in it while his music dies down, leaving the audience’s cheers the only things to be heard while he awaits his opponent.
Big Al: “Seeing as how Cain is only going to sit there for awhile... Might as well thank our sponsor Mountain Drew; DO THE DREW!”
Colin: “And we're live from Richmond, Virginia for yet another exciting Gods and Heretics pay-per-view!”
Big Al: “That is, if everyone shows up...“
Colin: “Hold on! I think here comes the Pureblood...”
TBCB: Skulltulla
Charlie Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a ladder match where, in order to win, you must grab the empty briefcase hanging above the ring! Introducing first; hailing from the East of Eden; CAIN!"
Big Al: “Well, right after that hardcore match between Cobrita and Black Dead looks like we get to see Cain take on Skull!”
Colin: “This was an odd match to call. With nothing on the line, why would Cain ask for a ladder match?”
Big Al: “Look at him. He doesn't look entirely bright now does he? If anything, both of these men have something to prove from that King of the Mountain match so long ago.”
Colin: “Fair enough, but hopefully both of these men can prove that they're the top competition for such a prestigious title...”
Still taking his time to pace around the entrance stage like some sort of lost animal, Cain peers down the entrance ramp into the empty ring he’s competed in only once inside of this company. Outside of the mask, Cain appears lost and disoriented, behind it and only known to his true emotions, the man who is Cain is smiling in an ever so twisted fashion. Suddenly, Cain charges down the ramp at a full sprint, his tassels from his mask flowing majestically in the wind before making it to the ring in an immediate time and sliding in under the bottom rope. Sliding in on his stomach, Cain rolls forward once his body fully enters and, possibly totally forgetting his purposes, runs to a far turnbuckle and merely sits down patiently in it while his music dies down, leaving the audience’s cheers the only things to be heard while he awaits his opponent.
Big Al: “Seeing as how Cain is only going to sit there for awhile... Might as well thank our sponsor Mountain Drew; DO THE DREW!”
Colin: “And we're live from Richmond, Virginia for yet another exciting Gods and Heretics pay-per-view!”
Big Al: “That is, if everyone shows up...“
Colin: “Hold on! I think here comes the Pureblood...”
TBCB: Skulltulla
