Post by Terry Roberts on May 6, 2014 2:00:11 GMT -5
Kyle Steele goes to introduce Terry Roberts, he is interrupted when the lights in the arena go out
Erin Robbins: SHIT! NOT AGAIN!!
the titantron flickers to life, like an old television, static gives way to the scene of a dimly light hallway, everything is in black and white, a light bulb high above swings back and forth, causing pockets of shadow and light to interchange with each other, like that of a creepy old horror scene. A young girl, wearing a white ruffled baby doll style dress, with overly curly blond hair. turns the corner, very faintly humming the tune of a song to herself. She makes her way slowly down the hall way, her face turned down staring at something in her hand. As she reaches the end of the hall, she stops humming the song. She looks up to reveal a ghostly thin, white face, her eyes completely blacked out. She turns the object in her hand to reveal a purple mask with spatters of blood red.
HE'S BACK!!
His name echoes throughout the arena in an unearthly slow hiss, simultaneously as streaking blood forms the word SYNN on the titanron.
the screen flickers off just as strobes of blood red, and neon purple, laser lights fill the darkened arena, accompanied with "Swamped' by Lacuna Coil (the song the little girl was humming).
The song becomes inaudible by the reaction of the fans cheering.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD, has Synn returned to WCF ladies and gentlemen?!
Erin Robbins: You bet your ass he has, and not the conflicted, and sappy Synn, we have seen as of late, I believe we are talking about the REAL Synn.
The camera pans around ringside, until Synn is spotted hopping over a guard rail to the left of the commentators table. His face painted in red,black and purple almost tribal looking design, he slowly walks over, his eyes fixed upon his opponents, an evil sneer on his face, till he his standing in front of a ring post.
Erin Robbins: COME ON BABY, LIGHT MY FIRE!!
Synn lifts aloft his steel reinforced guitar, pressing a finger against his throat, then giving a mighty exhale, hurling a fireball of massive proportions high above the ring
Zach Davis: GOD ALMIGHTY, that had to be the biggest fireball I have ever seen him blow Erin, the fire breathing dragon is stronger then ever.
Synn lays his guitar in his team corner, slowly climbing the ring steps, sizing up everyone inside. As he stands upon the apron, the fans continue cheering wildly as he stares at John Gable. The cheers get even louder when he steps in, coming face to face, staring eye to eye with Torture.
Zach Davis: I really don't think people understand the depths of this moment Erin, there is a lot of unknown back stage bad blood between these two men, the true depths of the history between these two are not known to the fans of WCF.
Erin Robbins: You aren't kidding Zach, it looks like Synn wants to tear into Torture. If there is so much animosity and hatred, how the hell are these two going to be able to work together?
Erin Robbins: SHIT! NOT AGAIN!!
the titantron flickers to life, like an old television, static gives way to the scene of a dimly light hallway, everything is in black and white, a light bulb high above swings back and forth, causing pockets of shadow and light to interchange with each other, like that of a creepy old horror scene. A young girl, wearing a white ruffled baby doll style dress, with overly curly blond hair. turns the corner, very faintly humming the tune of a song to herself. She makes her way slowly down the hall way, her face turned down staring at something in her hand. As she reaches the end of the hall, she stops humming the song. She looks up to reveal a ghostly thin, white face, her eyes completely blacked out. She turns the object in her hand to reveal a purple mask with spatters of blood red.
HE'S BACK!!
His name echoes throughout the arena in an unearthly slow hiss, simultaneously as streaking blood forms the word SYNN on the titanron.
the screen flickers off just as strobes of blood red, and neon purple, laser lights fill the darkened arena, accompanied with "Swamped' by Lacuna Coil (the song the little girl was humming).
The song becomes inaudible by the reaction of the fans cheering.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD, has Synn returned to WCF ladies and gentlemen?!
Erin Robbins: You bet your ass he has, and not the conflicted, and sappy Synn, we have seen as of late, I believe we are talking about the REAL Synn.
The camera pans around ringside, until Synn is spotted hopping over a guard rail to the left of the commentators table. His face painted in red,black and purple almost tribal looking design, he slowly walks over, his eyes fixed upon his opponents, an evil sneer on his face, till he his standing in front of a ring post.
Erin Robbins: COME ON BABY, LIGHT MY FIRE!!
Synn lifts aloft his steel reinforced guitar, pressing a finger against his throat, then giving a mighty exhale, hurling a fireball of massive proportions high above the ring
Zach Davis: GOD ALMIGHTY, that had to be the biggest fireball I have ever seen him blow Erin, the fire breathing dragon is stronger then ever.
Synn lays his guitar in his team corner, slowly climbing the ring steps, sizing up everyone inside. As he stands upon the apron, the fans continue cheering wildly as he stares at John Gable. The cheers get even louder when he steps in, coming face to face, staring eye to eye with Torture.
Zach Davis: I really don't think people understand the depths of this moment Erin, there is a lot of unknown back stage bad blood between these two men, the true depths of the history between these two are not known to the fans of WCF.
Erin Robbins: You aren't kidding Zach, it looks like Synn wants to tear into Torture. If there is so much animosity and hatred, how the hell are these two going to be able to work together?
