Post by Drew Blood on Mar 12, 2014 18:52:23 GMT -5
The lights dim around the stadium, a hush comes over the crowd. In the darkness at the top of the entrance ramp, five men with instruments walk out and assume their positions to the left of the stage. One sits at the prepared drum kit, while the others plug in their shoulder strapped guitars to their amps and flick their microphones. The camera pans in on the lead singer who is bearded and wheres a pensioners cap. They begin to play to a standing ovation. It's The Black Angels!
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Everything is bathed in a blue light. A figure appears in the darkness of the entrance. He stands looking straight out of the doorway for a moment and then begins to walk with purpose towards the ring. The crowd reach over the barriers to touch their unknown new character. The cameras pan around the stadium. Everyone is on their feet, trying to catch a glimpse. The Black Angels pound out their track "Black Grease" as behind them flashes the words "The North American Crippler" on the big screen.
He is bare chested, with a sleeve tattoo, blue arm pads and long tight wrestling pants. They are blue and white and patterned almost like a modern camouflage, coloured blue and white, with spatters of red almost like blood near the knees and upper thighs. He slides under the bottom rope as the pulsating entrance track broods along. The cameras zoom in on the bass player strumming the final chords of the track. The lights go up around the arena and finally the crowd cheer as they catch a first lit sighting of their new superstar.
He reaches through the top and middle rope to grab a microphone and then makes his way back to the centre of the ring, as the traditional wrestling camera slowly zooms in towards his face.
"Hello..."
The crowd cheer and raise their banners frantically.
"My name... is Drew Blood"
"Some of you might know me, some of you might be wondering who I am and some of you back stage might be seeing me very, very soon"
"I have been a professional wrestler for many years now... and for many years I have been searching for the pinnacle... this elusive... almost impossible dream of finding a wrestling federation, where every night, every time I step onto the canvas of the ring, I could fight the best of the best"
"...all challengers are welcome. I am here for one thing and one thing only... to become champion"
The crowd cheer again, unsure if to adopt their new superstar or be unsure of his credentials. He drops the microphone, heads towards the ramp, holds one hand in his air to a final ovation and the disappears into the darkness.....
