Post by AJ Riles on May 6, 2010 0:16:59 GMT -5
All is quiet within the AWF arena. For the moment, anyway. A match about halfway up the card has just concluded, and both the victor and the loser have made their exits. The crowd anxiously awaits the next bout, which is only moments away.
And then, an unfamiliar tune hits the sound system.
In a few short moments, it becomes apparent that the tune is Neurosonic's "Until I Die", and it is at that point that the most die-hard and longest-standing AWF fans hit their feet. A man with short brown hair and tights with flames running up the sides strolls onto the stage, cigarette in his mouth. He dons a grin as he extends his arms to his sides and soaks in the crowd's adorations. He walks a bit further out onto the stage and turns back toward the curtain, performing a point in the style of Scott Hall, and "Until I Die" fades into silence. The camera zooms in on the entryway as Shooter Jennings' "Electric Rodeo" hits the speakers. The cheers grow ever louder now, as two more figures make their way out onto the stage: one wearing a pair of gray sweat pants with a bizarre hairstyle akin to a mohawk, and the other a hulking beast of a man wearing black pants, a tight black top with red stripes down the sides, and a white vest dotted with maroon stains. In the largest man's hand is a large black bag, which he slings over his shoulder. The three men then make their way down to the ring, enjoying their reception all the way. They all climb into the ring one after the other, and the first man asks for a microphone from ringside, catching the one he is thrown. He raises a single hand to silence the fans, and then begins to speak.
"Yes, true AWF fans! It's true, the three of us you see here are not impostors, not illusions, we are the real deal, and we ARE standing before you here tonight!
"And, to the fair-weather fans, allow me to introduce myself." The first man states. The smaller of the other two taps him on the shoulder, and only receives an annoyed, un-attentive smack to the arm. "...And my comrades. We are former AWF talents, you see. And we got word that AWF management was interested in possibly bringing us back on board. And so, we came here to do whatever it takes to get contracts for this promotion.
"Now, fair-weathers, I am Catastrophe, and these two are Red..." Catastrophe points to the giant of a man, then to the smaller of the two. "...And Spike Norton. Red, if you would?"
"Mm." With that, Red Norton lifts the black bag overhead as Catastrophe continues.
"Frank Dubaine, we went out on your little item hunt, and we got what you asked. So please entertain us with your presence, if you would be so kind."
(Tag.)
And then, an unfamiliar tune hits the sound system.
In a few short moments, it becomes apparent that the tune is Neurosonic's "Until I Die", and it is at that point that the most die-hard and longest-standing AWF fans hit their feet. A man with short brown hair and tights with flames running up the sides strolls onto the stage, cigarette in his mouth. He dons a grin as he extends his arms to his sides and soaks in the crowd's adorations. He walks a bit further out onto the stage and turns back toward the curtain, performing a point in the style of Scott Hall, and "Until I Die" fades into silence. The camera zooms in on the entryway as Shooter Jennings' "Electric Rodeo" hits the speakers. The cheers grow ever louder now, as two more figures make their way out onto the stage: one wearing a pair of gray sweat pants with a bizarre hairstyle akin to a mohawk, and the other a hulking beast of a man wearing black pants, a tight black top with red stripes down the sides, and a white vest dotted with maroon stains. In the largest man's hand is a large black bag, which he slings over his shoulder. The three men then make their way down to the ring, enjoying their reception all the way. They all climb into the ring one after the other, and the first man asks for a microphone from ringside, catching the one he is thrown. He raises a single hand to silence the fans, and then begins to speak.
"Yes, true AWF fans! It's true, the three of us you see here are not impostors, not illusions, we are the real deal, and we ARE standing before you here tonight!
"And, to the fair-weather fans, allow me to introduce myself." The first man states. The smaller of the other two taps him on the shoulder, and only receives an annoyed, un-attentive smack to the arm. "...And my comrades. We are former AWF talents, you see. And we got word that AWF management was interested in possibly bringing us back on board. And so, we came here to do whatever it takes to get contracts for this promotion.
"Now, fair-weathers, I am Catastrophe, and these two are Red..." Catastrophe points to the giant of a man, then to the smaller of the two. "...And Spike Norton. Red, if you would?"
"Mm." With that, Red Norton lifts the black bag overhead as Catastrophe continues.
"Frank Dubaine, we went out on your little item hunt, and we got what you asked. So please entertain us with your presence, if you would be so kind."
(Tag.)
