Post by tripp on Mar 24, 2008 0:05:10 GMT -5
The lights go blue, as dark smoke begins pouring out from the stage. All of the fans rise from their seats, for the entrance of the Rated HXC Superstar. As all of the action is happening, the camera cuts to the titan tron. Where number codes stream in lines, side to side on the gigantic screen.
Then they stop at three, and count down.
[shadow=black,left,300]Three
Two
One[/shadow]
BOOM!
Two huge, purple, explosions burst from the stage area.
The lights go dark. Right Now by Korn starts to blast out of the speakers.
[glow=black,2,300]"I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everything so tame?
I Like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around"[/glow]
Then flashing purple and green lights stream through the crowd. An amazing ovation echoes out from the fans in their seats. Every single person in the arena is on their feet, screaming for The Rated HXC Superstar, Tripp.
They then gather at the stage entrance. The titan tron shows what looks like concerts with all kinds of people moshing all over the place, and then it flashes to Tripp doing his finisher Never More. Through all the dark smoke a figure starts to emerge with its head hung down. The figure turns out to be none other but Tripp, with his long black trench coat. No one in the arena can see what his face looks like due to his sleeveless hoodie that’s covering it up. He steps out of the smoke, and slowly raises his head up to scan through the audience. Tripp then takes a couple of steps forward, and walks into the big circle the purple lights made. The Rated HXC Superstar folds his arms slowly. He then quickly points them up and out to each side. Purple flames come bursting out from all sides of the titan tron.
[glow=black,2,300]"Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you
Right now
I can't control myself
I f**k**g hate you"[/glow]
.:Lizzie Morna:.
Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds, standing at six foot one, The Rated HXC Superstar.. Tripp!
Tripp walks down the long steel ramp, slowly turning his head side to side, giving the fans high fives and smiles. He steps up onto the steel ring steps, and walks up them one at a time. The Rated HXC Superstar then enters the ring through the second rope, and stands near the turnbuckle. Tripp then takes off his heavy trench coat, that’s laced per say with chains. It makes deep clinking sounds when he takes it off, and it also reveals his black sleeveless and hooded shirt, which spells out H.X.C. on the lower back. He then slips an arm out of the hoodie, and then the other follows. He hands it to the referee, and stands in one corner of the ring. Tripp then sticks out a hand and begins to punch it with his right hand. He taped his fists earlier before the match to help prevent one of those patented rights from hurting his own hand. He then hands his trench coat to the referee, runs onto the second rope of the turnbuckle. He looks through the whole crowd with a big cocky grin on his face. Tripp grins around at all the fans, pointing at a couple who have a sign up for him. He turns around, paranoid, as if he is making sure no ones gonna take a cheap shot at him. The Rated HXC Superstar then turns back to the fans, lowers his head, and then shoots it back up with his arms at each side of his body. He jumps off the turnbuckle with such a graceful leap; it’s almost as if he can defy gravity. He takes off his sleeveless hoodie, and throws it into the crowd. Tripp walks over to Lizzie Morna and asks for her microphone, she blushes and puts out her hand with the microphone in it. Tripp smiles at her before grabbing it out of her hand.
тнє яαтє∂ нχ¢ šυρєяšтαя/●/тяιρρ/●/
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Total Carnage! Now I know I havent been here long, but I intend to give yuo fans another hell of a show. So lets get this thing going!
Tripp hands the microphone back to Lizzie, and waits for his opponent to come to the ring.
Then they stop at three, and count down.
[shadow=black,left,300]Three
Two
One[/shadow]
BOOM!
Two huge, purple, explosions burst from the stage area.
The lights go dark. Right Now by Korn starts to blast out of the speakers.
[glow=black,2,300]"I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everything so tame?
I Like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around"[/glow]
Then flashing purple and green lights stream through the crowd. An amazing ovation echoes out from the fans in their seats. Every single person in the arena is on their feet, screaming for The Rated HXC Superstar, Tripp.
They then gather at the stage entrance. The titan tron shows what looks like concerts with all kinds of people moshing all over the place, and then it flashes to Tripp doing his finisher Never More. Through all the dark smoke a figure starts to emerge with its head hung down. The figure turns out to be none other but Tripp, with his long black trench coat. No one in the arena can see what his face looks like due to his sleeveless hoodie that’s covering it up. He steps out of the smoke, and slowly raises his head up to scan through the audience. Tripp then takes a couple of steps forward, and walks into the big circle the purple lights made. The Rated HXC Superstar folds his arms slowly. He then quickly points them up and out to each side. Purple flames come bursting out from all sides of the titan tron.
[glow=black,2,300]"Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you
Right now
I can't control myself
I f**k**g hate you"[/glow]
.:Lizzie Morna:.
Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds, standing at six foot one, The Rated HXC Superstar.. Tripp!
Tripp walks down the long steel ramp, slowly turning his head side to side, giving the fans high fives and smiles. He steps up onto the steel ring steps, and walks up them one at a time. The Rated HXC Superstar then enters the ring through the second rope, and stands near the turnbuckle. Tripp then takes off his heavy trench coat, that’s laced per say with chains. It makes deep clinking sounds when he takes it off, and it also reveals his black sleeveless and hooded shirt, which spells out H.X.C. on the lower back. He then slips an arm out of the hoodie, and then the other follows. He hands it to the referee, and stands in one corner of the ring. Tripp then sticks out a hand and begins to punch it with his right hand. He taped his fists earlier before the match to help prevent one of those patented rights from hurting his own hand. He then hands his trench coat to the referee, runs onto the second rope of the turnbuckle. He looks through the whole crowd with a big cocky grin on his face. Tripp grins around at all the fans, pointing at a couple who have a sign up for him. He turns around, paranoid, as if he is making sure no ones gonna take a cheap shot at him. The Rated HXC Superstar then turns back to the fans, lowers his head, and then shoots it back up with his arms at each side of his body. He jumps off the turnbuckle with such a graceful leap; it’s almost as if he can defy gravity. He takes off his sleeveless hoodie, and throws it into the crowd. Tripp walks over to Lizzie Morna and asks for her microphone, she blushes and puts out her hand with the microphone in it. Tripp smiles at her before grabbing it out of her hand.
тнє яαтє∂ нχ¢ šυρєяšтαя/●/тяιρρ/●/
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Total Carnage! Now I know I havent been here long, but I intend to give yuo fans another hell of a show. So lets get this thing going!
Tripp hands the microphone back to Lizzie, and waits for his opponent to come to the ring.
[glow=red,2,300]To Be Continued...[/glow]