Post by Travis Truth on Oct 15, 2009 18:33:31 GMT -5
Big Al Mulligan and Colin Jennings are in the arena, commentating on the red carpet arrivals. Both are dressed in their finest tuxedos, and look immaculate. This is Gods Versus Heretics, the biggest pay per view of the year, and God help anyone who isn't dressing for the occasion...
Fuzz: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the biggest show on Earth, Gods Versus Heretics. I'm here with my commentary partner, Mr "Big" Al Mulligan. And oh my goodness have we got a hell of a night planned for you! Al, any minute now we shall see the first of the combatants arrive. Whats your thoughts on tonight?
Big Al: Well Colin, I couldn't be anymore excited than I am tonight! We have some amazing events lined up for you in this extravaganza of extreme, and we can tell you that this is the most subscribed event in Gods & Heretics history! Means we might get a Christmas bonus this year after all...
Fuzz: Sorry to interrupt here Al, but we have a limo drawing up outside now, let's cut to our reporter, Charlie Coors. Charlie, what's going on?
Charlie is outside, pressing his earpiece into his ear as the yells of the crowd lining the red carpet swell
Charlie: Well Fuzz, it looks like the first of the Bulldogs is arriving, and it seems he's travelling under seperate steam from the rest of the Bulldogs. What that means for the future of the most dominant faction in history remains to be seen. And here he comes now...
The limo pulls up to the foot of the red carpet, and the chauffeur steps out of the car and walks round to let his passengers out. The door swings open, and Travis Truth emerges from the vehicle, wearing a smart evening suit, complete with tie (which is a first!) and his Hardcore title worn across his not insubstantial shoulders like a sash. He is accompanied tonight by his personal assistant and oldest friend Amy Southern, who looks exquisite in a red strapless dress. Travis offers Amy his arm, and she links with him at the foot of the carpet.
Fuzz: Wow, look at these two! Travis has really made an effort tonight Al!
Al: Are you serious?! Travis was the first one you looked at?! You have issues my friend. Amy looks...Wow!
Travis grins and waves to the masses of fans who are lining the walkway, He proceeds to walk down the carpet, pausing occasionally to pose for journalists, making sure he flashes the gold that is coveted by the entire division. Charlie Coors catches up with him, and sticks the mic under his nose.
Charlie: Travis, quick word for the fans?
Travis: Be warned, for I intend for this belt to stay in my posession for the duration of my stay in this division. I'm not letting this go, and I'd like to send a message to the Fixer tonight too. Bring it on, big guy, for tonight the Truth...
...will set you free!
Charlie: Thanks Travis, and good luck for tonight.
Travis: Thanks Charlie.
Travis continues his stroll down the carpet, waving and posing for more photos. He finally reaches the end of the capet, and the entrance to the arena, where he takes the belt from his shoulders and holds it high above his head. On cue, a series of small flashbombs explode the length of the carpet. Fireworks in red, blue and white erupt from the other end. Travis grins, and refastens his belt back across his shoulders. He takes Amy's hand, and with a final wave, enters the arena, where he'll face his destiny...
EOT
Fuzz: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the biggest show on Earth, Gods Versus Heretics. I'm here with my commentary partner, Mr "Big" Al Mulligan. And oh my goodness have we got a hell of a night planned for you! Al, any minute now we shall see the first of the combatants arrive. Whats your thoughts on tonight?
Big Al: Well Colin, I couldn't be anymore excited than I am tonight! We have some amazing events lined up for you in this extravaganza of extreme, and we can tell you that this is the most subscribed event in Gods & Heretics history! Means we might get a Christmas bonus this year after all...
Fuzz: Sorry to interrupt here Al, but we have a limo drawing up outside now, let's cut to our reporter, Charlie Coors. Charlie, what's going on?
Charlie is outside, pressing his earpiece into his ear as the yells of the crowd lining the red carpet swell
Charlie: Well Fuzz, it looks like the first of the Bulldogs is arriving, and it seems he's travelling under seperate steam from the rest of the Bulldogs. What that means for the future of the most dominant faction in history remains to be seen. And here he comes now...
The limo pulls up to the foot of the red carpet, and the chauffeur steps out of the car and walks round to let his passengers out. The door swings open, and Travis Truth emerges from the vehicle, wearing a smart evening suit, complete with tie (which is a first!) and his Hardcore title worn across his not insubstantial shoulders like a sash. He is accompanied tonight by his personal assistant and oldest friend Amy Southern, who looks exquisite in a red strapless dress. Travis offers Amy his arm, and she links with him at the foot of the carpet.
Fuzz: Wow, look at these two! Travis has really made an effort tonight Al!
Al: Are you serious?! Travis was the first one you looked at?! You have issues my friend. Amy looks...Wow!
Travis grins and waves to the masses of fans who are lining the walkway, He proceeds to walk down the carpet, pausing occasionally to pose for journalists, making sure he flashes the gold that is coveted by the entire division. Charlie Coors catches up with him, and sticks the mic under his nose.
Charlie: Travis, quick word for the fans?
Travis: Be warned, for I intend for this belt to stay in my posession for the duration of my stay in this division. I'm not letting this go, and I'd like to send a message to the Fixer tonight too. Bring it on, big guy, for tonight the Truth...
...will set you free!
Charlie: Thanks Travis, and good luck for tonight.
Travis: Thanks Charlie.
Travis continues his stroll down the carpet, waving and posing for more photos. He finally reaches the end of the capet, and the entrance to the arena, where he takes the belt from his shoulders and holds it high above his head. On cue, a series of small flashbombs explode the length of the carpet. Fireworks in red, blue and white erupt from the other end. Travis grins, and refastens his belt back across his shoulders. He takes Amy's hand, and with a final wave, enters the arena, where he'll face his destiny...
EOT
