Post by Brian Commonwealth on Jun 19, 2007 17:55:31 GMT -5
OOC: I just figured not too use the commentators since this is untelevised.
What is it that continues drawing man into such devastation? What is it that makes a man thrive for more punishment, more brutality? Maybe once you experience it, it is something that must be experienced again. Maybe before one can judge a certain prospect, they must undertake the adventure of becoming one with it. Or maybe all of that is rubbish, and it is pure stupidity that brings someone too such carnage time after time. Maybe the thought of destroying another is just enough. Maybe the experience is something that must be felt more than once. Maybe it is a keyhole too a widder view of the world. And what is better than a larger perception of the world?
The arena is not full because many of the fans are not there yet. The main Pay-Per-View has not started yet, and the people that are in the arena are people that have payed to be there for the Pre-Pay-Per-View matches. Since there is not a large quanitity of fans, the arena is moderately quiet, with only the excited scream of a fan pumping up for the main show being heard. The ring is full of weapons such as trash cans, kendo sticks, chairs, tables, stop signs, etc.. And there are two ladders on the outside. On in frotn of the end of the ramp, and the other in front of the empty commentators table. Just then, "Brianstorm" by Arctic Monkeys hits the PA system synchronized with the arena suddenly going pitch dark, and several purple spotlights sweeping over the crowd and through the arena at a fast pace, purple smoke drifting out from the entrance curtain filling up the whole stage, and the small volume of boos coming from the fans that are in the arena. Around 26 seconds into the song when the main beat picks up, Brian Commonwealth is seen walking out from behind the curtains onto the entrance ramp, and through the purple smoke with a snobbish look, and his nose high in the air. A spotlight follows him as he walks and the small quantity of fans' boos increase slightly. He is wearing dark purple boots, dark purple knee pads, dark purple trunks that stop mid-thigh with a black design on each side of them, and dark purple elbow pads. He continues walking as the ring announcer announces him.
Lizzie Morna: The following match-up is a Hardcore match and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission. On his way to the ring, weighing in at 231 pounds. Hailing from Hollywood... Brian COMMONWEALTH!
Just then, Brian stops mid-ramp. He relaxes his body, and tilts his head down. After a couple of seconds, he lifts his head up to the heavens, and spreads his arms outwards as suddenly sparks start falling down unto him and the ramp as if rain is falling. After a couple of seconds, the sparks stop falling, and Brian continues his way to the ring. He walks up to the ring on the outside and simply slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He walks to the middle of the ring ignoring the various weapons, and once again relaxes his body. He does the same routine as he did on the ramp. After a couple of seconds, he lifts his head up to the heavens, and spreads his arms outwards and sparks start falling down unto him and the ring. He slowly returns to his normal stance, and walks to a near turnbuckle as the sparks continue falling. He hops onto the second turnbuckle pad, and merely looks around at the audience in disgust. He hops back down, and walks back to the center of the ring, and waits for Hell's Guardian crouched down a bit with his hands resting on his kness as the sparks stop falling while still he ignores the weapons. The lights return to normal, and the music fades.
TBC by: Hell's Guardian
What is it that continues drawing man into such devastation? What is it that makes a man thrive for more punishment, more brutality? Maybe once you experience it, it is something that must be experienced again. Maybe before one can judge a certain prospect, they must undertake the adventure of becoming one with it. Or maybe all of that is rubbish, and it is pure stupidity that brings someone too such carnage time after time. Maybe the thought of destroying another is just enough. Maybe the experience is something that must be felt more than once. Maybe it is a keyhole too a widder view of the world. And what is better than a larger perception of the world?
The arena is not full because many of the fans are not there yet. The main Pay-Per-View has not started yet, and the people that are in the arena are people that have payed to be there for the Pre-Pay-Per-View matches. Since there is not a large quanitity of fans, the arena is moderately quiet, with only the excited scream of a fan pumping up for the main show being heard. The ring is full of weapons such as trash cans, kendo sticks, chairs, tables, stop signs, etc.. And there are two ladders on the outside. On in frotn of the end of the ramp, and the other in front of the empty commentators table. Just then, "Brianstorm" by Arctic Monkeys hits the PA system synchronized with the arena suddenly going pitch dark, and several purple spotlights sweeping over the crowd and through the arena at a fast pace, purple smoke drifting out from the entrance curtain filling up the whole stage, and the small volume of boos coming from the fans that are in the arena. Around 26 seconds into the song when the main beat picks up, Brian Commonwealth is seen walking out from behind the curtains onto the entrance ramp, and through the purple smoke with a snobbish look, and his nose high in the air. A spotlight follows him as he walks and the small quantity of fans' boos increase slightly. He is wearing dark purple boots, dark purple knee pads, dark purple trunks that stop mid-thigh with a black design on each side of them, and dark purple elbow pads. He continues walking as the ring announcer announces him.
Lizzie Morna: The following match-up is a Hardcore match and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission. On his way to the ring, weighing in at 231 pounds. Hailing from Hollywood... Brian COMMONWEALTH!
Just then, Brian stops mid-ramp. He relaxes his body, and tilts his head down. After a couple of seconds, he lifts his head up to the heavens, and spreads his arms outwards as suddenly sparks start falling down unto him and the ramp as if rain is falling. After a couple of seconds, the sparks stop falling, and Brian continues his way to the ring. He walks up to the ring on the outside and simply slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He walks to the middle of the ring ignoring the various weapons, and once again relaxes his body. He does the same routine as he did on the ramp. After a couple of seconds, he lifts his head up to the heavens, and spreads his arms outwards and sparks start falling down unto him and the ring. He slowly returns to his normal stance, and walks to a near turnbuckle as the sparks continue falling. He hops onto the second turnbuckle pad, and merely looks around at the audience in disgust. He hops back down, and walks back to the center of the ring, and waits for Hell's Guardian crouched down a bit with his hands resting on his kness as the sparks stop falling while still he ignores the weapons. The lights return to normal, and the music fades.
TBC by: Hell's Guardian